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[t0jivs]

oh this ate

R/trueoffmychest the guy I lost my virginity to is stalking me — Geto Suguru

Synopsis: tldr a few weeks after my 2(x) birthday, I lost my virginity to this guy in the showers of this hot spring I got a gift card to as a birthday present. Well, it turns out he was depressed, and now he thinks my (in his words) pretty pussy is the best antidepressant.

— disclaimer (mdni, +18, oral m!receiving, virginity loss, size difference, public shower sex, religious imagery and referencing, cringey euphemisms, exhibitionism hints, dubcon ish cumming inside with permission, strangers to lovers maybe depends on if you count obsession & stalking as loving<3)

Steam rising from the milky blue waters, a sigh escaping your lips at the ways your muscles relax, looking down at the way your body disappears until the water pools around your cleavage. Your best friend bought you this overpriced gift card at this traditional onsen. Although beautiful, you can't deny the discomfort that creeps up your spine at having to be bare to soak within the waters. Fortunately, you managed to find a somewhat hidden area, albeit you can still hear the hush whispers not too far away, but it was an improvement from other areas.

At first, your skin tingles and prickles everywhere the mineral-rich water touches before your body slowly acclimates to the temperature the way you can feel all the tension releasing from your muscles, almost forgetting about the mission you set for yourself this year. You almost couldn't believe a year had gone by until you got to your birthday and realized there was no one there to light your candles in celebration with you, another year of painfully inching through your twenties with that problem between your soft thighs — your virginity. At some point, you started lying to your friends about having lost it, just sitting there and dumbly nodding along as they talk about their crazy sex adventures like you've gone through the same thing, all the while your poor virgin cunt was throbbing around nothing at hearing your friends story of being bent over her ex's car and railed in some parking lot.

The sounds of water ripples and the feeling of a small current lapping at your collarbone disturb your thoughts, and your head instinctively tilts towards the sound. Every inch of the man's body is chiselled to precision, muscles looking like some Greek sculptor carved out muscles. Catching from the male's Apollo's belt and upwards, from the sharp jawline to the soft lips to the slope of his nose to the dark feline eyes to the scrunch of his brows to the bun in his hair . . You catch the reflection of your wide eyes when you force yourself to look away, fearing being caught.

This man . . he's the one.

— or at least, that's what you told yourself. You've achieved step number of finding your virginity stealer, but this is going to be the part you struggle with most, losing it.

There's no denying the unease that settles into the pit of your belly when you will your gaze toward his direction where he sits in the water, elbows extending from his broad shoulders and head resting back against the rocks that line the natural edges. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, jaw so sharp you wonder if it's clenching from whatever tension has settled into muscles he is trying to work out in the calming waters. His hair is primarily kempt within a bun, with the exception of the dark tendril that frames the side of his face. The way the perspiration clings to his skin creates a sheen that accentuates every curve and contour. His eyes are deep pools of midnight, but something in them appears dull . .

. . Oh fuck, his eyes.

It's too late to look away; you're already caught gawking at him for heaven only knows how long. Your body shuts down before your brain, your mind screaming to look away, or even better, leave. That sounds like the best option, leave and never look back.

The man tilts his head. He looks mean, or maybe you're just intimidated by men. Real men. Real men you can touch, run your soft palms along the landscape of solid muscles from their pecks to their abdomen. You watch in horror as he pushes off his elbows towards your direction, heart sinking to the tips of your pedicured toes. Mortified, you manage to finally tear your eyes away. An apology springs to your lips, but you never have the chance to fully conceptualize it before the deep melody wraps itself around your eardrums and sends shivers down your spine, "hey."

That's it?

You're wondering if you misheard him until you gather the courage to look back towards him. Now that he's close, the fog no longer obscures your vision, allowing you to see him clearly. His soft lips are drawn in a grim line, eyebrows slightly pinched. His jaw takes on a tension that makes his teeth unconsciously grit. His body doesn't seem to have an ounce of fat, making you wonder what he must be eating to maintain his muscled physique. Swallowing the thick dryness in your throat, you find your voice, "hey."

Water cascades over from the crown of your head to your shoulders, down the soft curves of your body. His hand is flat against the tile wall of the empty shower, head tilting down to look at you. Your neck strains back to look at him in compensation for the height difference, clammy hands resting upon his shoulders when your lips part from the kiss. The room's empty, but for how long, you're unsure of. It only worsens the way your paranoid thoughts spiral. Every tiny sound makes you jump and try to peer around his big body to ensure no one is entering the public washroom of the onsen.

"We don't have to do this if you're too scared," the male, who you know now as Suguru, whispers, beneath the underlying fatigue that runs naturally through his voice lies an intimacy. His thumb drags along your cheek, cupping the side of your face to subtly prevent your stare from escaping his at every little sound. Suguru finds the way you look at him like a little bunny staring into the slack mandible of a rapacious wolf so endearing. It makes him feel something, albeit dull, curl inside his gut that he hasn't felt in years since the extermination of Riko Amanai. He wants to say that feeling's akin to the sense of comradery he felt going on missions with Satoru. Still, it's been so long that he forgot exactly what it feels like.

"No," you're quick to reply, eyebrows jumping with concern that he may pull away. You're already bare, so close to losing your virginity. If you had to wait this long to lose it to a guy as good-looking as him, you would wait all over again, but there is no way in hell you'll let anything ruin your chance this time. It's not exactly any better that you didn't bother mentioning you're a virgin for fear he would opt out, making your voice coy when you speak again, "I want it, Suguru."

Suguru's not one to deny a pretty thing, precisely one so anxious and unsure of themselves as you. There is one thing you're confident of that he knows for sure, and it's that you want your guts stirred. It almost makes a smile flit across his mouth.

"Turn around, pretty girl," his voice is low and stern, making you want to bend and succumb to his every will. Your eyes bore into the blue tile in front of you, hands planting firmly against them with the slight arch of your ass towards him. He's so much taller that you almost wonder if it'd be easier to just lay on the ground like dogs, but you feel his biceps flex when his arms wrap around you, and your mind goes blank.

You almost choke on your own spit when you feel his engorged tip prodding your entrance, making you regret being too scared to look down at his size before agreeing to this. Perhaps, if he knew you better, if this wasn't an instance where he would most likely never see your pretty face again, then he would've eaten you out to prep you better. Suguru pecks a wet kiss against your shoulder in a wordless apology, holding your waist in his large hands when he looks down to watch his length sink in. A hiss sounds through his lips when his tip breaks through the threshold, "shit . . only a little way in, and your pussy's gripping me . . so damn tight."

He’s fucking huge, feeling so much bigger than you would’ve imagined. It feels like you’re being splintered through into two pieces. The space between your eyebrows disappearing from the tight scrunch of them drawing inwards, jaw slacked open as he forces his girth into the tight cavern of your virgin cunt.

You’re so focused on the splitting pain that you have no sense of what’s occurring with the person behind you. Suguru’s body is detaching from his overactive mind, his eyes wide on the sight of his cock slowly forcing its way through the walls of your pussy. His heart thudding inside his ears, all his blood rushing to his growing cock, throbbing with each inch deeper inside what he can only describe as holy. God is speaking to him through your pussy.

“Is it in all the way,” your sputtering voice, a pitch higher and breathless, barely manages to bring him back to his senses, reminding him that you’re an actual human and not some idol to be worshipped. “Yeah . . Yeah, it’s in,” he tells you through gritted teeth, unaware of how his jaw is clenched so tight the tendons twitch. Nothing matters to him anymore in this moment that you and your cunt. This is the universe, or whatever may exist out there, answering the desperate calls from him late in the night. Heaven.

It hurts, but you’re not going to tell him that — no, you’ve already decided there’s no going back at this point. You’re seeking comfort in the arms that console you, keeping you on the tippiest tops of your pedicured toes while he’s bent in the knees behind you. Relief finds you when he slowly pulls himself out, a slap ringing against the sound of the shower pelting your bodies, eliciting a yelp from you. Something’s growing inside him, something carnal derived from the overwhelming feeling of love that he swears is blooming.

“Suguru,” you’re gasping out, the water washing away the copious amounts of slick seeping from your heat, making each thrust just a bit more unbearable. Your core hurts, but fuck, you think you like it. You must, that’s the only thing that can explain your eyes rolling back. He’s so big, he can get the perfect view of your face from behind, freeing a hand to brush some hair from the side of your face to see the way it morphs.

“You feel like . . like a fuckin’ virgin, baby,” Suguru grunts, face scrunched up like he’s angry, or maybe shocked, but your vision is too bleary and you have to keep blinking away the water droplets to tell. He doesn’t know how true that statement is. All the pretty sounds he’s certain that he’s pulling from you are choked at the back of your mouth, forcing their way out in adorable little squeaks when the pain starts to shift to pleasure.

This is what sex is like?

You’re almost sad for having not experienced it until now, but at the same time, you don’t really mind it since you’re being fucked by someone akin to a religious diety. The muscles in your neck strain from how you're forcing your head back to look at him, bodies slippery and squeak against each other. Obsidian locks fall down around his face, small black irises poking out to bore into your expressions.

“Deep, pretty girl,” he’s questioning through a seemingly pitiful murmur, keeping one arm locked around your waist to keep you stable while a large hand roams over the plush of your breast, groping one before dividing equal attention to the other. It feels like his hands are everywhere, overwhelming all of your senses. Through your inability to form words, you manage to whine with a nod. He’s not going to torture you by making you speak, not when your pussy is flooding his brain with dopamaine.

“S’ okay,” he hisses, thumb and index pinching a nipple to pull, only satisfied when he receives a cry from your puffy lips, “I know s’ deep.”

Every thrust is a slow draw back, only for a hard thrust inside that makes you feel like you’re going through the motions of that first big stretch all over again. Your hands dangle limply in the air, having slipped from the blue tile wall too many times, but he’s got you, or at least you’re relying on him to catch you if you fall. He’s fucking you dumb. “Can’t fucking believe this is what monkey pussy feels like,” or something along those lines is uttered from the man as if going through an life changing revelation, but you don’t know if you care enough to make it out.

“What,” is a thoughtless murmur to pry further about what the fuck he’s talking about, but all your mind cares about is how good you feel, the feeling of his lips smearing kisses along the back slope of your neck, feeling his deep breaths through his nose.

“Shh,” is all you're met with, and that’s what you do. The fear of being walked in on is long forgotten by this point, and each time it starts to creep back into your subconscious, a roll of his hips to bury himself to the hilt to the point you’re certain he’s reaching your belly makes any thought dispel from your head.

“Needed this just as much as I did, didn’t you,” Suguru’s muttering, all rhetorical questions, because he can tell from the way your beautiful face is morphing that there probably isn’t a single coherent thought in your mind. It’s not like he’s all there either, but he doesn’t know that him thinking that the universe is responsible for bringing your pussy to him isn’t logical. “Knew it the minute I caught you lookin’ at me. Needy fucking thing,” he’s rambling now, only furthered by the way he feels your pussy clenching around him, “fuuuucccckkkkk.”

“Sugu,” is all you can manage to form, unsure if it’s water running down your face or your own tears, too fucked to even tell if your crying. Your mind is drawn empty by the pad of his middle finger sinking down your center to draw taut circles on your throbbing clit. He’s definitely holding you up at this point, there’s no way your spasming legs can be keeping you stable.

“Don’t need to say a thing, baby,” thank fuck Suguru’s a special grade, because the plausibility that someone’s able to feel as good as he does and hold you in the air doesn’t seem so likely, “know you’re close to cummin’, like your body was fucking made for me.”

— & At this point, you’re starting to think that perhaps it is made for him. Well, at least, you want so badly for it to be.

The warm knot that was tightening inside of your belly was beginning to draw taut. Each individual weave of the rope snaps the closer you are. Your rheumy eyes are unable to focus on the man whose face you desperately want to see as you cum, but it hits you before you know it. Hot white flashes through your body.

“Cum on me, baby,” Suguru’s words somehow manages to make its way through your foggy brain, along with the sounds of skin clapping loudly through the pelting of water along the tiles, “never had a prettier fuckin’ girl than you on my dick.”

“Fuck, how can you get this much fuckin’ tighter,” Suguru grunts, making the ramblings of a man of faith kneeling before an all-seeing power. Every thrust of his cock inside you sends another wave of earthshaking pleasure through you until your melodies become sobs. He’s fucking you like he’s trying to dig something out of you, perhaps your self-respect, but you lost it all the moment you met his eyes in the hot spring.

Suguru does dig it out of you in the form of a wet release that he feels wetting his adept fingers twirling your puffy clit. What easily could’ve been dismissed as just water from the shower is quickly brushed off by the sound that comes from deep within your core and out those pretty lips. “Hey, hey,” Suguru’s voice brings you back to your senses, “eyes on me, pretty baby.”

Everything in your body wants to yell at him for making such an indelicate request like he wasn’t making you forget how to speak. Your legs feel numb, but so does the rest of your body. His fingers slip into your mouth to silence your cries, “shh, shh, shh, babygirl, you’ve gotta be quiet for me.”

Your tired limbs succumbs to his tender manhandling, arms swaying limply in the air following each slap his solid abdomen into the flush swell of your ass that ripples with the water droplets from impact. All your faith is in Suguru’s strong arm wrapped around the small of your waist to keep you from collapsing. Spit drags over your chin when his fingers slip from your lips, a large hand taking a firm hold of your neck to keep your head tilted back for him.

He takes the opportunity when your lips part in a cry at the overstimulation to slip his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the way your lips subconsciously latch around to suck on his, “want to keep you forever, princess.”

Suguru sees heaven when he’s cumming. The steam of the simmering water are the parting clouds of heaven as he’s spilling his seed inside an angel. That’s what you were to him — Godsent. Suguru’s hips still into yours, pressing himself deep inside as you moan into each other’s mouths, letting you feel the warm ripples of thick cum shooting into your cunt. He doesn’t even need to see it to know he’s cum the most he has in a long time, and he’s so annoyingly sweet about cumming inside without your permission too.

He’s not a monster, can’t be when you have the pussy of an angel. That’s why he’s careful when pulling out of you, the hand on your neck shifting to grip the underside of a thigh, lifting it up to let his cum spill out of you. “Hm,” whines between your pursing lips, tucking your face into his neck to hide the rosy hue flourishing on the peaks of your cheeks to which he responds with a deep chuckle and a peck to your forehead.

Not much is spoken between either of you as he assists you in drying off, before taking care of himself while you slip back into your clothes. You have to fight off whining when his hands pull away from you, residing to just a little huff through your nose. There’s this little hint of a smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth that your cloudy mind thinks is full-blown and dorky, but your muscles are just too worn out to go all the way.

A little bit of anxiety settles in your belly knowing that this may be the last time seeing this man again, which is why you take your time lacing up your shoes before a call of your name disrupts your thoughts. “Huh,” your eyes seem to flutter wide, head quickly lifting up. Suguru stands right in front of you, and there’s a bit of humor in the fact that this is the first time you’ve seen him clothed, not vice versa, but you don’t mention it.

“Your number,” he exhales, face marked by exhaustion from the way his dark eyebrows hang low over blown-out visioneers, “can’t let a girl with that good of a pussy go.”

— all rights reserved © gorehsk 2024

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[t0jivs]

need this rn.

Full Nelson with big bf Sukuna?🥺 One where gf is all giddy and coy about asking him & he’s so big he can pull your hair far back enough to give you a kiss from arching you it’s rough but she’s like ‘I love you I love you ‘Kuna you’re the best boyfriend I love you<3’

❤︎ ໋𓈒 doing the full nelson position with big bf sukuna

warnings. fem! reader, full nelson, praise, dirty talk, unprotected, size diff / manhandling, mdni.

big bf! sukuna who adores comparing how small you are to him - a simple gaze looking down at you and it only fuels his ego even more.

you were so cute, so it’s much to his surprise when you suggest to him a new position you wanted to try.

“heh. silly little girl,” he scoffs, you’re propped up all comfortable on his lap whilst trying to describe the position with hand visuals for him. sukuna leans back, bulky crossed arms and a near pout on his lips as he listened to you. “full…nelson? that means i’ll have to hold you up. can you even handle that? be honest.”

“i can or i wouldn’t be asking,” you pout, leaning in to kiss underneath his chin. sukuna remains still—yet its like he was staring right into your soul. he brings a hand towards your hip before a small smile spreads against his lips at your cheeky confidence. “pretty please?”

“…fine,” sukuna grumbles, and you let off an abrupt gasp once he makes you face the other way—you feel his arms wrap around you. he leans further back before he grabs onto your thighs, an attempt to align himself. “hold on to me. ‘m gonna have fun stretchin’ you like this, princess.”

“don’t drop me, ‘kuna,” you moaned, feeling him grip tightly underneath your thighs. a thumb of his strokes against your skin before his leaky tip prods against your aroused entrance.

you were already so soaked . . . probably due to the fact he was eating you out hours on end just a few minutes ago.

sukuna grouses. “woman relax, i got you,” and you’d only then realize how lewd this particular position was. as your back was pressed against his chest, the curse nearly has your legs in a tight lock. he was so strong. handling you like this, making you bend just a bit. once he starts to bury himself into you, you bite down on your lip. “mhm. jus’ like that, lay back on me ‘n let me do all the work.”

he’s barely in and you already feel full, his tip was nice and fat — plump, a few droplets of his pre-cum coated near your entrance as he’s sinking into your pussy.

his girth made an appearance, easily stretching you out further.

“f-fuckkk,” you’d whine, both hands idly stiff beside you. it felt so good. too good. sukuna was trying to go slow, he knew he’d probably break you if he didn’t. the size difference, it never failed to make him amused.

sukuna kisses his teeth, feeling you grip all around him. his head briefly goes back, and he squeezes your thigh. “gonna feel me reach everywhere, princess. you want that?”

“y-yes,” you’d mewl out, inch after inch you started to feel more stuffed with his cock. he was purely thick. such length to him, it almost had you drooling. tongue salivating, lips parting and all. you were panting, starting to rub against his arm as your head went back. “more ‘kuna. don’t s-stop. wanna feel you.”

“aw. ya wanna feel me?” he repeats, mocking your sweet tone. it was quite embarrassing, yet you were too full of dick to comprehend his words. it hasn’t even been that long and you just knew you weren’t gonna last. sukuna was gonna snatch yet another orgasm out of you within a blink of an eye.

and you couldn’t wait.

sukuna lifts you up with burly arms, low grunts flying past his lips. once he’s fully in—deeply buried into your cunt, he makes you start to bounce on him. a cute abashed gasp comes from you, and he’s slow and steady at first. he kept his word, securely keeping your body in place.

“so cute like this,” he murmurs in a husky tone. you moan, feeling sukuna playfully tug back on your hair. even with stuffing inches into you, he still found the time of day to tease you. you always let him. you never necessarily minded.

“always—always know how to take me. good fuckin’ messy girl,” and he was so close up to your ear. muttering the filthiest things to make you even more sopping wet for him. “dunno why ya didn’t suggest this position to me earlier.”

“thought you were gonna tease me,” you gasp once he drags a hand down between your legs. you were soaking. it was quite a sight, he starts to maneuver circles against your clit with one hand before giving it a brief spank. “s-sukunaaa.”

“maybe,” he groans, and he’s just got you stupid.

he’s got you stupidly jerking back and forth against him with your mouth all open. straight dumbfounded. the perfect word to describe you.

you briefly crane your neck to glance back at him and he’s giving you a sly grin. “my oh my, such a sloppy girl i got myself here. can barely hold herself up so i gotta do it for her, hm . . ?”

your head went back and back against him whilst you’re being stretched to the very limit. it was an entire mess. the way your pussy sang lewdly in harmony. squelches, pretty pitched squelches that always drive sukuna crazy. each squelch rang throughout your ears.

you continued to repeat his name, barely able to murmur out a coherent word. oh, it was adorable. by this point, you were just straight up babbling.

sukuna’s cock hit you deep, extremely.

pumping you full of his entire length . . every inch again and again and again. those eyes of yours, practically cross crossed and dilated.

as he held your thighs up, your mouth was just simply agape, maw dropped at how good he’s drilling into your cunt.

“o-oh my goddd,” you’d whimper, and he gets closer and closer to thrashing against your sweet g-spot. “kunaaa, i- i love you,” you hiccup. and he chuckles, it was so random. your breathing became more and more erratic before you mewl out cute cacophonies of, “i- i love you, love you ‘s much. make me feel so good, ‘k-kuna.”

“praise me more, girl.” he hums, a raspy chuckle leaving the back of his throat. he was obviously joking but he did enjoy the sound of your voice.

especially at moments like this, moments where it’d be a tad pitch higher, bringing you closer and closer towards your incoming release. sukuna grabs you by the neck with a free hand, gently turning you to pull you into a kiss.

you moan, craning your head yet again to make a cute attempt at kissing back. “needy baby,” he utters, making you depart before kissing you again, then one more time, and another. “i love you too, brat.”

his hefty base hits against you profusely, time and time again. you’re dizzy, head spinning, heart racing. a plethora of emotions. yet, your breathing starts to pick up over time. he’s ramming his thick cock into you before you start moaning. “getting close ‘kuna, f-fuck ‘s gooddd.”

grunting, he huffs out a, “me too,” and his voice was dangerously low. you were drenched, heaving against his chest. he’s lifting you up and down his cock — by now, you’re facing the other way and sukuna playfully wraps an arm around your neck. you’re in a safe head lock, and he chuckles lowly against your ear. “fuckin’ make a mess on me. give it to me ‘n don’t make me beg, princess.”

you whine, feeling him reach down to spank your pussy again.

the loud squelches, so moist…

the entire noise reverberated across the entire room, sounds of your pussy hitting back against him in sync. he loved more than anything to play between your legs.

pressure continues to build up and up and up, arising perfectly. from sukuna holding up your legs, you clench and unclench around him. you don’t even realize how much you’re starting to drool — it was a sight. he scoffs, bringing a hand to cup your chin. “messy girl. droolin’ all for some cursed cock. ya like this position don’t you?”

you nod, an eager cute nod and he chuckles. sukuna feels himself approaching close too. really close. he groans, feeling you take him in with such ease. your cunt had him whipped, so warm and the perfect fit. his thrusts started to become sloppy and he bites near the inner part of your neck. you whine, feeling the softness of his canines collide against your sweet skin.

a bundle of nerves ran its course all over your body, you felt shivers run past you before you whine. “g-gonna cum. ‘kuna ‘m gonna—.”

sukuna ends up cumming at the same time as you, it was a lot. perhaps a lot was an understatement though.

whenever he came, it was so much. you weren’t even sure if it would stay inside of you. majority of the time, it didn’t. thick velvety ropes of his cum would run down your thighs and he’s pout whenever he sees it coming to waste.

he’s huffing and puffing, filling up your pussy and he slows his rhythm down—you catch your breath, feeling absolutely stretched to the max before he intakes a sharp breath, exhaling afterwards. you just sat there for a while, leaned back against the curse with a dumb smile on your face.

“…you love me?” you utter, feeling him loosen his grip on your body.

“shut up.”

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[t0jivs]

MEOWWWWW

Milking Sukuna's cock

cont: fem reader, sex toys, m!masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, m!squirting, dirty talk, shibari, true form Sukuna, Sukuna and reader have some kind of special relationship, Sukuna doesn't know how to deal with love and aftercare, fluff

note: saw an ask for smthn along the lines of this, it’s not exactly what they asked for but it sparked smthn in me so :3 (this is the closest to sub!sukuna i will get, i can’t see him as a sub at all lol)

MDNI

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"F-fuck a-ah fuck-" Sukuna struggled against the Shibari that kept all four of his arms snugly against his back and out of your way as you sat between his thighs and jerked a pocket pussy mercilessly over his cock. His abs are clenching rapidly and his breaths are coming quicker and quicker as you keep going, ignoring his obvious overstimulation.

His legs are twitching and shaking violently, and still, you keep going. Sukuna's face keeps twitching at his own sensitivity, his nose scrunching as his eyebrows furrow, and his teeth clenched together in tandem, making the muscles in his jaw pop out from under the skin. His mouth stomach is biting his lip between his teeth as you touch him. He's so tense, you don't need to touch his body to tell that every single muscle is clenching and unclenching, not a single atom of his being is relaxed.

When Sukuna growled and tipped his head back against his throne, you knew he was about to cum again, for the fourth time. You were alternating between his cocks, meaning each time he came, one of them sprayed his cum all over his body, making him hiss in annoyance as his cum stuck uncomfortably to his skin, seeping into the shibari. His other cock, whichever was inside the toy, filled it to the brim, so much so it dripped out from the bottom from how much he came.

You had no idea how he still had so much cum left in him, it seemed like no matter many times you milked him, he always had more to give. His hands gripped the shibari behind him harshly as he came again, his thick cum filling up the fake pussy as his jaw went slack, long groans and moans leaving his lips while you jerked him faster and faster, making the cum covering his dick inside the pussy cream up, bubbling around the base of his cock.

"Does that feel good Sukuna? You're so wet down here." You teased, biting your own lip as your eyes raked over his impressive body, not wanting to miss a single reaction from the king. Sukuna groaned at your words, too focused on filling up the toy to shoot back any snarky response.

His eyes fluttered back in his head when you continued stroking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, your eyes watching his face carefully as his face twisted in pleasure, clearly overstimulated since he had already cum, and yet, you were still going. "Fuck, w-wait woman," Sukuna growled, the muscles in his thighs flexing and shaking as he tried not to get lost in his own sensitivity.

You wondered if he knew how much he was really shaking. He was clearly trying to hold back, maybe to save some of his ego from this vulnerability he was allowing you to see, but he was doing an awful job at holding back. Sweat beaded along his hairline and dripped steadily down the sides of his face, mixing with the drops on his neck. He was panting heavily, and his face was incredibly flushed, it was quite a sight to witness.

"Hm?" You teased, leaning closer to him, placing your hand on his pecs as you got in his face, keeping the toy steadily jerking over his cock as you looked into his eyes challengingly. Your eyes darted from his swollen lips to his eyes, steadily rolling back in his head. "A- A break." He grit through his teeth, keeping his words short so he didn't let out any unwanted noises. "Huh?" you asked, feigning ignorance as you leaned forward, your lips grazing against his as you spoke.

Just when you were about to lean in and kiss him, his head started jerking from side to side away from you, his jaw falling open as he groaned loudly again, his breath coming out stuttered. He struggled harshly against the ropes, his body jolting and wiggling around as he tried to stop your hand as his orgasm rapidly approached again, and so soon after the other one.

You smiled agaisnt his lips, using the opportunity of his eyes being shut to do so. He would've ripped through the shibari in half a second if he saw you laughing at him like this. Right before he came, you pulled back from his body and sat back down on your heels. Quickly you grabbed his neglected cock and held it steady as you ripped the toy off of his cock, sliding the other one inside it.

Immediately a loud groan was ripped from Sukuna's lungs as he came the second his neglected cock felt the tight, wetness of the inside of the pocket pussy. You opened your jaw as you watched him fall over the edge before a warm feeling on your leg brought your attention to below his legs. Looking down you noticed a thinner stream of clear liquid squirting out of his cock, spraying over his and your thighs. "Oh shit, there's so much…" You mumbled under your breath.

Likewise, the cock inside the toy was spurting out the same wetness as it leaked around him. Sukuna's mouth was open in a silent scream as he squirted all over you. Behind his eyelids, he pretended he was filling up your pussy, and with how wet the toy was from his copious amounts of cum, he almost believed it. "E-enough-" Sukuna growled lowly, too quiet and timid for you to take him seriously.

You continued anyways, feeling hot all over, your body feeling reenergized as you just watched the king of curse squirt from getting his cocks milked. When you didn't stop, Sukuna winced hard and yanked hard on the ropes. A loud cracking sound echoed off the walls of the chamber as his arms shot out in front of him and immobilized you. Two grabbed your throat, and two grabbed your wrist ceasing all of your movements on him.

You gasped for breath as Sukuna stared at you, his cocks softening as he caught his breath, letting his head back as he tried to relax now that your assault on him was paused. Sukuna squeezed his hands harshly around your throat, making your mouth open in a silent gasp as air failed to fill your lungs. "When I say enough, you listen." He said, trying to sound stern but the shakiness in his voice was very much evident.

You nodded in his hold, gasping air into your lungs when he released you. He controlled your hands though, slowly sliding the toy off of his cock he winced in overstimulation, his legs twitching around you as he threw the silicone somewhere behind you. He kept his hands around your wrists, preventing you from touching him as he laid back against his throne, his body finally relaxing, save for the unintentional spasming and shaking of his overworked muscles.

Sukuna pouted as he looked at you, almost looking like an angry cat as his eyes never once left yours, but he stayed silent, letting his gaze do the talking. You pursed your lips together to force down your smile, not wanting him to think you were looking down on him. "Sukuna, are you mad at me?" You asked, tipping your head at him. Your arms throbbed from the exertion of jerking him off for so long, and his hands gripping your wrists harshly, preventing blood flow to the sore appendages, wasn't helping.

Sukuna stayed silent, as you already knew his answer. "I'm sorry Lord Sukuna." You said, speaking to him formally to gain his forgiveness despite the uniquely intimate relationship the two of you had. "Please forgive me, I got carried away. I just wanted to bring my master pleasure." You spoke dramatically, looking at him from under your lashes.

Sukuna started at you challengingly for a few more seconds before he decided to release your wrists. You smiled, rubbing the soreness away as he placed his large arms on the side of the throne, looking away from you. "Lord Sukuna, thank you for sparing me~" You cooed, leaning forward and wrapping your body around his, his cum and sweat rubbing against the thin robe clothes you wore.

Sukuna's nose scrunched at the contact, his body going rigid against yours. It wasn't like he hated this affectionate touch, he just never got used to it. Each time you clung to him like this after sex, it felt so foreign to him, and yet he never pushed you away. "I do hope you felt good though Sukuna, thank you for letting me do that." You whispered, nuzzling your cheek against his skin.

Sukuna cringed, he never knew how to respond when you said stuff like that. Instead, he placed a hand on your lower back softly, keeping you pressed against his body as he sighed. "Brat." He whispered, briefly looking down at your tiny body on top of him before he opted to stare at the walls around him, unable to tolerate the strange emotions he felt when he looked down at you clinging on to him.

#.kimi’s jjk recs !! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen smut

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DAYUMMMM

saw a head canon that ghost crosses his eyes when he's about to cum and that's actually so hot, like imagine just bouncing on his dick or sucking him off and the "masculine" and rough side of ghost just washes away and he just becomes a trembling whiny mess as he tries to hold back his cum. but your hearth just feels so good he releases his hot sticky load down your hole and the way his eyes are rolled to the back of his head influences you to keep on moving to push him into a frantic state of shivers and moans.

reference one

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#.kimi’s cod recs !! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost cod

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meow meow

when you fuck inexperienced Kento for the first time all that can be heard from your room are deep moans of...

"thank you- uhh- thank you sweetie, uh that feels good- keep going-"

your lipstick is smeared all over his lips that utter every one those beautifully polite moans.

"oh, please don't stop sweetheart, ple-ease- uuh thank you, thank you darling, oh... god.. sweet----"

he desperately bites back expletives and when you tell him he can cum inside his heart melts and his expression goes all soft like you just told him you love him.

"baby.. i -- oh this pussy..... you're gonna-- let me-? thank you-"

he groans and spills and doesn't stop thanking you till he's cleaned his cum out with his tongue.

#.kimi’s jjk recs !! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami smut

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YOUCHHHHHHH

i have another toji idea but this time he’s your bodyguard!

readers dad is a really rich businessman or something and reader is basically serena van der woodsen! she’s always out partying doing drugs and sleeping around so her dad hires toji to keep close eye on her. she’s not happy about it obviously!

reader is in college and toji is like i dont know in his late 30s!!

Bodygaurd!Toji x RichBrat!Reader

contains: fem reader, legal age gap, drug use, non con/dub con (not from Toji), voyeurism, exhibitionism, choking, dacraphillia, restraints, rough sex, so much dirty talk, daddy kink (sorry), teasing, sexual tension, brat taming, multiple orgasms, size kink, Toji has a big dick and knows what aftercare is :3

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The club music around the two men was blaring, Toji could feel a headache coming on. "That her?" Toji asked, pointing to a girl who was laughing at some college boy's joke by the bar, swatting his arm playfully. "She's uh.. that one there." Your father spoke, almost too quietly to be heard under the music. He pointed to you, you who were currently adorned in a skimpy black nightgown-esc dress, the fabric being pulled over the curve of your ass and exposing your lacy black thong without a care in the word to the room around you as you sat on a boy's lap, ruffling his hair as you sucked on his tongue, his hands leading your hips as he ground you down on top of him.

Toji turned his head back to your father, an unreadable expression on his face. Your dad held up his hands in the air, waving them in front of him. "S-shes a good girl really, just a little.. misguided." He said defensively. You loved your father, he was the only man in your life who acctually cared about you and didnt use you for your status or body. The two of you had a wonderful relationship, the only problem was you were an only child, and your mom had died early on in your life, resulting in him spoiling you a little too much.

So when you started acting out, wearing skimpier clothes, doing drugs, staying out late, frequenting parties, and bringing a new stranger home to fuck on his couch every night, you didn't exactly take to his words telling you to 'maybe calm down' in the best way. It's not like he had been strict about it when he talked to you, he had been very sweet and understanding when you said you were 'going through something'. Your father's lack of disciplinary skills combined with how much love he had for you and the constant mindset to always keep his sweet little girl happy had resulted in your behavior getting worse and worse.

Which is where Toji came in. You had just finished up a new photoshoot for a major modeling brand and it had brought you even more attention than you had been getting before, meaning you were going out more, and frequently engaged in unsafe sex and use of drugs. Your father couldn't stand to see you like this, so he hired you a body guard without consulting you first, someone he had worked with in the past, someone he knew wouldn't take your shit, because he sure as hell wasn't going to stop you.

Toji stayed quiet, watching your body sway and move in a way that was clear to him you were under the influence of something. The man beneath you looked too sober, and the way he had started to manhandle your drugged out body made his eye twitch. Toji had known you since you were a kid, he started doing business with your dad when he turned seventeen, and he saw you around sometimes too, although you looked quite different back then. "Do whatever you have to do, I just cant stand to see my little girl like this." Your father said, placing his hand on Toji's shoulder before he checked the time on his expensive wristwatch, clicking his teeth.

"I have to go, please don't leave her side, don't let her bring anyone home, and don't let anything enter her mouth that isn't food or water, alright? I'll be back in a week." When your dad had mentioned not letting you ingest anything that wasn't food and water—referring to substances—he couldn't help but think that might include other people's genitals too. He just had a hunch from the way you had started to palm at the man's crotch underneath you. "Right, is it alright if I use force if I gotta?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

"Yeah that's.. that's fine.." Your dad answered hesitantly. Toji averted his gaze from you, turning his head to look at your father, he smiled. "Have a good trip, sir, Don't worry about your daughter, I'll stick around and whip her into shape for as long as you need me to." He reassured, before starting off in your direction.

Upon closer inspection, he could see your eyes were all out of focus, you looked like you didn't even know what was going on around you as the blond-haired boy roughly kissed your neck, starting to slide his hands down your ass, slipping his fingers underneath your panties. God, you really did look so much different from when he used to watch you lay on your stomach on the floor of your living room, watching your cartoons.

This new look didn't suit you quite as much, white powder on the table in front of you, girls and guys alike touching your skin wherever they could get in, drinks scattered around you, your bra peeking out of your dress as the strap slipped down your shoulder, your eyes rolled back in your head. He doubted you even knew the name of the man who was marking your neck. Hell, he doubted you knew any of the people around you. The people around you were too high off their asses to even notice Toji's presence as he stood right behind you, he was so close he could practically feel the heat radiating off your skin.

The boy under you looked up at him, pulling his lips away from your neck. "You wanna taste, get in line old man, 's how this shit works." He giggled, talking about you like you were some disposable inanimate tool. Toji grit his teeth, grabbing the boy's hand and stopping it before he could dip it any lower in your panties. "She's not even fucking here right now, you don't see anything wrong with that?" He asked, referring to how high you were. The boy was taken aback at Toji's sheer strength, "What the- let go of me man-" He tried yanking his hand away from Toji, but to no avail.

"Look- she fucking loves it its fine, ain't that right baby~" He asked, grinning as he took his other hand to grab your jaw, nodding it forcefully. You smiled drunkenly, your eyes all out of focus as he manhandled your head. "Alright, I've seen enough." Toji sighed, leaning down he picked you up with ease from underneath your arms and threw you over his shoulder, your ass being exposed even more—if that was even possible.

"What the fuck~" You slurred, eyes trying to focus on the constantly moving ground underneath you as Toji kept one hand on the small of your back, walking you out of the building. You felt dizzy and sick, the music was too loud, but you still felt the need to kick and scream at the man who was taking you away from the chaos. "Who the fuck are you? 'was fuckin' doing something back there.." You slurred, weakly struggling in his grip.

Toji stayed silent until he reached the exit, pushing the heavy wood open he took in the cool air of the night, the ice-cold oxygen feeling refreshing in both of your lungs. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, shooting a quick text to one of your drivers who was nearby to pick the two of you up, ignoring your 'hey- answer me''s in the backround. He slipped the device back into his pocket, plopping you down on the ground in front of him, making sure to keep a hand on your waist to insure you didn't fall over.

"Was it you I was kissing?" You asked, squinting your eyes at him as you leaned in, standing on your tippy toes you placed your hands on his solid chest to try to get a good look at his face. "I don't think he had black hair.." you slurred, losing your balance on your tippy toes, and falling back onto flat feet. Thanks to Toji's grip you didn't fall flat on your ass. "You don't even care do you?" He asked incredulously, keeping his tone steady as he let you grope his chest.

Toji took the opportunity to fix your appearance up a bit, pulling the strap of your dress back atop your shoulder so your bra was fully covered again; not like it made a huge difference thanks to how low the dress was, but he still wanted to give you some dignity; he used his large hands to slide down your waist, smoothing out your dress so it rested on your thighs once more as it should. His touch felt so good, it was a lot softer than the touches from the college boy's inside, you could work with this.

"Mmm, not really." You smiled up at him, biting your lip between your teeth as you looked him up and down. "You takin' me home to fuck me?" You mumbled, giving him a doped-out grin. "Not exactly." He replied. Seconds after, the car approached, and out came another middle-aged man who walked to the curbside and opened the door for the both of you. Toji held your waist as he walked you towards the open door. You stopped in your tracks, holding the top of the car door when you got close enough to see the driver's face.

You looked at him closely, narrowing your eyes. "Wait.. you're my driver.. why are you here? I'm not going home yet," you said confused, tuning your body to look between the two men. "Yes, you are," Toji replied, using a strong hand to manipulate your weak body as he pressed your shoulder down, pushing you into the car. "No- no wait- what the fuck? You said you were gonna fuck me." You slurred, watching the blurry picture of Toji slide into the car after you, the driver slamming it slut promptly.

Toji gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, "Don't think your dad would like it very much if I fucked his daughter while she was high on coke." You blinked at him, trying to make the fuzziness in your vision go away, "'m not on coke, it's jus' molly, and why the fuck are you bringing up my dad?" You asked, trying to jerk your head away from his hand. "Your father hired me to be your personal cockblock, hope you're ready for rehab," Toji smirked, releasing your face as he bucked you into the seat, your body jolting when the driver pulled out into the street and started driving the two of you home.

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You woke up with a headache, stomachache— honestly it would take longer to list what wasn't aching in your body. You groaned, stretching your limbs under your own sheets as you tried to wake yourself up. Wait, these are my sheets? How did I get home last night? you wondered. "Fuck.. water." You sat up, sitting on your ass as you curled your legs up to your chest, laying your forehead on your knees. Your throat was dry- like you had been stranded in the dryest desert for months, you tried to swallow, but it just felt like swallowing sandpaper. You didn't care as much about how you got home, too focused on trying not to throw up as you tried to gather the strength to stand.

You always regretted the morning after you went so hard like a night like the last. You always felt like a shell of yourself the morning after, no amount of drugs or sex could make that feeling go away until the next night, but it wasn't awful enough for you to break this little cycle you had going. "Need some water?" A voice rang in your ears, making your body jolt as you held your hand over your chest, scooting back on the bed as you looked in the direction of the voice to the large figure standing in your doorway.

A tall, balck haired and well build man who looked to be around your dad's age walked into your room holding a glass of water, you swore he looked familiar but you couldn't pinpoint where you had seen him before. You sighed, chalking it up to another unwanted one-night stand who had overstayed their welcome, although you didn't quite feel sore down there.. maybe his dick was just small? It's not like you could remember if you tried anyways. "Don't you know you're not supposed to hang around after we fuck? It's called a one-night stand for a reason." You said sharply, rubbing your temples with your fingers.

"Good thing we didn't fuck." Toji smirked, flipping on your light switch, making your face scrunch up in displeasure. You had no time to be confused when the light hit your eyes, making your headache worsen tenfold as you hid your face in your knees once again, pulling the sheets over your head. "Dude, what the fuck! Turn that shit off." You yelled, your voice coming to him muffled as you spoke into the sheets. "Its almost 2pm, you're not going to rot in bed all day, promised your dad I would take care of you, so get up." He said, uncrossing his arms as he started towards you, setting the water down on the bedside table as he stood at the side of your mattress, looking down at you.

His words made a flashback shoot through your brain, one of last night, the two of you in a car together, and this man had just told you he was your bodyguard. You turned your head to the side, squinting your eye at him as you tried to gauge if he looked like the same man in your flashback--unfortunately for you, he did. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." You groaned, half of the word being muffled when you turned your head back to your knees. "Remember me now, princess?" He asked, his deep, usually soothing voice meeting your ears in a grating, annoying way.

You pick your head up, giving him the best snarky smile you could manage while your body fought with the aftereffects of what you did to it last night. "You really think you're gonna stop me from doing what I want?" You raised your eyebrow challengingly at him, keeping your eyes on his darker ones. "I'm not as nice as your daddy, so yes, I do." He said, ripping the comforter off of your frame he grabbed your ankle and yanked you towards him on the bed, your night shorts and t-shirt he had dressed you in last night riding up, showing more of your thighs and midriff.

You stared at him in disbelief, your chest heaving at the sudden manhandling. "Don't touch me." You yanked your foot out of his grip and sat up, sliding off the bed hastily you made quick work of walking past the man, towards the bathroom. Toji winced when you slammed the door shut to the bathroom behind you, the sound echoing through the entire house, he was sure even the neighbors heard it. He sighed, sitting down on your bed, his big hand coming to rub his forehead in annoyance. "He better be paying me fucking good to put up with his little brat," Toji mumbled under his breath.

When his hand dropped into his lap, his vision was unobstructed once more, and under the illumination of the bright lights above your bed, and the absence of your presence distracting him, he could clearly see the bag of white pills on your dresser. "Jesus christ.." Toji whispered, his lip curling in disgust. He stood, pocketing the bag of substances to promptly flush down the toilet later. Something in the back of his head was telling him to check in your bedside table.

The man didn't exactly have the strongest morals, so he didn't think much of going through a college junkie girl's drawer. Just as he expected, when he pulled the drawer open he found three bright orange pill bottles, all labeled with different names. With a curt laugh, he pocketed those as well, he would make sure they were delt with appropriately. Once the drugs were in his pocket, he noticed the bright pink vibrator next to them, along with a baby blue dildo, some condoms he doubted you used, and panties with the crotch cut out.

He laughed, "Your good girl is actually pretty naughty.." He said under his breath, directed to your father. He didn't want to look too long, not because he was afraid of you finding out, he was sure you were going to the moment you came back in here, looking for something to take your pain away from the day before. He didn't want to look too long because he didn't want to imagine his boss's daughter sprawled out on her bed, legs wide as one hand pinched her nipples and the other used the vibrator on her sensitive little clit through the gape in the crotchless panties.

He heard the shower turn on, snapping him out of his thoughts as he shut the drawer, averting his gaze as he did so. He flicked the lights off in your room as he left, making his way down to the living room where your chef was preparing your breakfast, rich people. The old woman behind the counter who was cooking something that smelled devine, looked happy to be there though. He knew how genuinely nice your father was, and he figured you must've treated them with the same kindness for them to stick around.

He must've been sitting on the couch watching the old woman cook for quite some time because your figure emerged from the hallway leading into the open room, adorned in nothing but skimpy panties and a tank top. You were ruffling your hair in a pink towel, trying to dry it the best you could before you discarded the towel on the floor and jumped up on the expensive-looking bar stool in front of the kitchen. You sat on your knees, your ass poking out towards Toji, he watched as you twisted back and forth on the chair, showing off your body like you wanted him to see.

He was grateful you had come down here in a better mood than before, you must've not checked your empty dresser drawer yet. "Good morning" You spoke kindly to the old woman, to which she replied her own 'good morning' with a smile. He liked seeing you like this, this was the you he recognized. He could barely tell you were the same person who was letting yourself get manhandled on the lap of a stranger in the middle of a disgusting club high on drugs.

Toji just couldn't help but break the peacefulness of the morning with his deep voice, "Where are your clothes?" He asked, "You have company." You sighed, sitting your butt down on the stool you brought your foot up on the cushion, resting your chin on your knee as you tipped your head as you looked at him. "You're just my handler, right? So why are you talking right now?" Your face was scrunched in disdain, the girl from last night making an appearance, he had a hard time telling which of the two of you was real.

"Just sayin' it's unbecoming for a young lady like you to have your ass out so shamelessly." Toji retorted. "This is my house, I'll do whatever I want old man." You bit back, spinning around as the chef pushed your plate towards you, the colors of the different foods on your plate stimulating your brain that was dulled from last night's drugs. "Oh ma'am, I would be lost without you." You whispered to the chef, placing your hand ontop of her wrinkled one gratefully. You thought the conversation between you and your babysitter was over, so you were shocked when you felt his chest bump against your back, his large hand reaching over yours to grab the other plate the woman had made for him.

"Your daddy spoiled you too much, now you're just a stuck-up brat. You should listen to your elders y'know?" Toji scolded. His voice sent goosebumps down your spine, maybe this could be something, you always did love a good hatefuck. The warmth of his chest was gone as soon as it came as he took the plate back to the sofa, kicking his legs up on the coffee table as he started shoveling the food into his mouth sloppily. "When you stop treating me like a kid, I might." You answered, keeping your back to him to he couldn't see the blush that had spread across your face.

The two of you ate in silence, you were the first to get up, walking your plate over to the sink to clean the food off, when your phone started buzzing on the counter. You abandoned the plate in the sink, walking back over to see who was calling. Toji watched your eyes light up as you answered the phone, probably some college boy you were fucking with at the moment had called you to hook up. It was the middle of the day, students these days were relentless. "Tonight? Send me the address and I'll be there~" You cooed into the receiver.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize you had just been invited out to another party. Toji acted quickly, when you faced your body away from him, leaning against the fridge as you listened to the boy speak, Toji appeared behind you once again, snatching your phone out of your hand, "No she won't." Toji spoke for you, letting him know you would absolutely not be going to any parties under his watch before hanging up the phone. "Stop fucking doing that!" You yelled, your body jolting in surprise as you turned around, glaring at the man just inches from you.

You grabbed his wrist that was holding your phone, with your other you ripped the device out of his hand before digging your sharp nail into his chest and giving him a death stare from under your lashes. "Touch what belongs to me again Ill-" "You'll what? Fire me? Your pretty drugged-up brain keeps forgetting your daddy hired me?" He smirked, crossing his bulging biceps over his chest. You took a step back, shaking your head. "You won't tell me what to do, fucking watch." You spat, walking off to your room. Toji brushed it off as an empty threat, what could you possibly accomplish when he was watching your every move like a hawk?

When you reached the comfort of your bedroom you slammed the door shut, hoping Toji would hear from his place downstairs. Who the fuck was he to come into your life and order you around? And your dad had hired him too? Seriously? These old men needed to stop fucking intervening with you, you didn't need any help. After that thought ran through your head you made a path straight for your drawer, looking for a pill or two to at least make you feel like you weren't cooped up at home if you couldn't actually leave.

Curling your fingers around the handle you pulled it open and- what the fuck? The familiar orange bottles you kept next to your sex toys were nowhere to be seen. Even on your most fucked up nights you had never neglected to put the bottles back where they belonged in your drawer. There was only one person who could've done this. "OLD MAN!!" Toji heard your voice echo, your footsteps getting louder as you marched angrily into the living room. A grin spread across his face when your figure came into view, his feet still kicked up on the coffee table as he barely spared you a glance before he went back to watching his show.

"Do you really not know my name, or are you just being a brat?" Toji asked, keeping his eyes on the screen. You were fuming, you had spent your hard-earned money on those (not like you had a shortage of cash or anything, but you hated your drug guy, he was so pushy and not at all cute.) "Toji, you had no right to go through my drawers like that, seriously, you're more fucked up than you think I am!" You yelled, your face growing hot, veins pumping with adrenaline. Toji decided you were worth the time of day, tilting his head back against the couch cushion he looked at you.

"Your daddy said I could do whatever I wanted, he also said to keep all that nasty shit out of your pretty little body, so that's exactly what I'm going to do." He replied, raising his eyebrows as he looked you up and down, pausing on your crotch, still only clad in those skimpy panties he couldn't stand. You blushed at him calling your body pretty, his words making your brain forget its track of thought for a moment. "W-what I put inside me isn't any of your business." You retorted, placing your hand on your hip.

"It is when your father specifically tells me it is." Toji laughed. "If you want something inside you so bad why don't you put those toys to use? That'll give you some kinda high for sure." Your face heat up even more. You figured he had seen your toy stash in the process of him throwing your pills away, but you didn't think he was going to use them against you like this. "Did my dad tell you to harass me like this too? Fucking pervert." You spat. "You're calling me a pervert when you're walking around in front of me with just those little panties on? There practically fucking see-through."

You were feeling hot in a different place now. You still wanted to punch him so hard he threw up, but another part of you wanted to climb over the cough and straddle his hips, pull his cock out and sit on it, letting him fuck you dumb. You'd never fucked someone his age before, it sounded fun, you bet he had loads more experience than the college guys you were sleeping with. "Why are you looking?" You retorted, your voice losing its edge. "Don't you want me to?" Toji replied. The two of you kept your eyes on one another, the air around you thick, making it hard to breath as neither one of you dared to break the eye contact.

The doorbell ringing snapped you out of it, both of your heads turning to look at the massive entrance doors. Toji stood to get it, but you beat him to it, running over to the door. "I got it." You told him. He stood behind the sofa, watching you open the door in your slutty attire. Pulling open the door, a handsome man around your age came into view, his arms sticking out for a hug as he stepped inside. "Absolutely not," Toji spoke, making haste for the door to shove him out. "Relax, do you think I'm fucking stupid?" Toji raised his eyebrows like you knew what he was going to say, before he crossed his arms and let you finish.

"He's gay, nothing is going to happen. You won't let me go to this fucking party, and I am not staying here alone with you all day." You hissed. The boy behind you nodded, his hand wrapped loosely around your waist. Toji stayed quiet for a while, the boy hadn't said or done anything yet to contrast your words, so even though he was hesitant, he stepped aside, letting the two of you pass as you held his hand and dragged him in the direction of your room. He heard you giggle as you pulled him along with you, his eyes squinting before he shook off the feeling, finding his place once more on the comfortable sofa.

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About an hour had passed since the boy had arrived and he hadn't heard anything suspicious yet. For having such a massive and expensive home, you sure had some thin fucking walls. Toji was starting to doze off, his show having long ended and now some drama had taken its place, droning on in the background. His eyes were fluttering shut, arms crossed over one another, and that’s when he heard it.

“Ahh!” His eyes shot open, scanning around the room as he tried to figure out if what he heard had been a figment of his imagination or not. “Fuck! Baby~ ngh!” There it was. All he needed to hear. You had fucking lied. He heard your moans echo through the walls, you were so loud it was like you wanted him to hear you. “This fucking bitch.” Toji mumbled under his breath, uncrossing his arms he stood and made haste for your room. The moans and crying began to be accompanied by slaps and squelches the closer he got to your closed door.

"Yeah~ give it to m-meee" you moaned between his thrusts. Truth be told, he wasn't fucking you well at all, you only invited him over because his looks rivaled Toji's, but even then he fell short. His thrusts were sloppy and felt more like he was jabbing around your cunt with a thin stick, but you wanted Toji to know you were in charge here, he wasn't going to come into your home and tell you what you could and couldn't do, so if it took a bad fuck to get that through his head, so be it, it's not like you were going to see this boy after today anyways.

You had a smile on your face, which the boy took as him fucking you good, his annoying moans filling up your ears, "Yeah? You like me fucking dick?" He whined, emphasizing his words with a thrust that made you yell out, not from pleasure; not like he would be able to distinguish the difference anyway, "Love ittt~" You faux moaned, fighting to keep a yawn from spilling through your lips. The boy kept jabbing his dick into your walls, and you got so immersed in listening to your own moans to get you through this, that your soul almost jumped out of your body when your door swung open.

Toji stood in the doorway, the vein on his forehead protruding out from under the skin as he took in your position. You were ass up, face down in the sheets, and he could tell right away you didn't like it as much as you were leading on, he saw right through your little game. It only took a couple steps for Toji to get from your doorway to standing behind the man at the edge of your bed. Faster than you could comprehend, Toji had yanked the boy back from the collar of his shirt, pulling him off the bed and out of you as he stumbled on the floor, awkwardly tucking his cock into his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelled, turning your body around you crawled towards them on the bed, reaching out for the boy like you wanted him to stay. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you wanted to rile Toji up and show him you could do whatever you wanted, but you didn't know he would storm in here and throw the boy out forcefully. You should've known he was the type of guy to pull something like this. "You know you're way out right?" He said to the confused boy you had dragged into your mess.

He held him up by the collar, bringing his face close to his own he tipped his head, waiting for the boy to answer. He nodded in fear, still trying to wrap his poor aroused head at what was happening. "Good, be a good boy and let yourself out, would you?" He whispered, throwing him forward and out of your room. The boy stumbled on his feet, trying to grab the wall so he didn't fall over before the door was being slammed shut in his face.

"Fuck! You asshole, Fuck!" You were behind Toji, grabbing at his shirt as you tried to get him to face you so you could yell at him properly. While he was throwing out your fuck, you had slid on your panties and pulled your tanktop back over your tits poorly, the hard buds of your nipples poking through the shirt. Toji wasted no time in turning quick on his heels as he grabbed you by the throat, your hands coming to grip at his wrist as he choked you out, pressing just hard enough that you could barely manage to get a stream of air through your esophagus.

He leaned his face close to yours, looking at how messy you looked with your tangled hair and smeared lipstick. "You really think you can get away with shit like that? Huh?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes at you. You whined, trying to give him a pout, "Aww, don't act like you wanted him to stay, he wasn't even fucking you right, was he? If I wanted to hear someone fake an orgasm I would've gone to pornhub." He said, looking between your glassy eyes and your swollen lips from the boys sloppy kissing.

"You're such a slut you know that? You can't go one fucking day without having a cock inside you, even if it's bad, huh?" He chastised, slowly walking you backward towards the bed, so slow you barely noticed it. "He get you high too? Hmm?" He asked, his other hand coming up to pull your eye down to get a better look at your pupils. "N-no." You whispered through his hand squeezing your throat. "No?" His eyes everted to the side table, where a few white pills sat atop the wood, waiting to be taken.

"But you were gonna let him get you high, weren't you?" He asked, following your face when you yanked it away from his hand that pulled down your eye. "None of your fucking business." You spat through your teeth. It was only then you realized you were back at your bed, your calves bumping into the mattress taking you out of your trance. "How is it none of my business when you were moaning like a pathetic slut just to get my attention?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he slid his massive thigh between your own, his knee pressing against your crotch.

You kept silent, pouting at him as you kept your pretty eyes locked on his, waiting for him to do anything. "You sure you ain't high right now?" He asked, to which you quickly nodded. Toji smirked, huffing out a smile at your unapologetic display of lust, "Ur' pupils that big cos you're horny then?" Your arousal spiked tenfold when he announced your need. You licked your lips, nodding at his words as you shamelessly let your eyes fall on his plump lips, dragging between them and his dark eyes.

Toji was feeling conflicted. On one hand, he could think of no better time to put you in your place and fuck the brat out of you, showing you who was really in charge here, you were sober and so clearly wanted it after all. The more rational side of him was telling him this was his boss's daughter, who was twice his age, so he absolutely should not fuck her. Unluckily for the rational side of his brain, your hard nipples poking through your shirt and the smell of your arousal that was still evident in the room was more than enough to sway him, the primal side of him winning as he listened to his urges.

"You wanna find out how it's supposed to feel to get fucked?" Toji whispered, like if he said the words too loud, your father who was currently in another country might hear. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation before he pressed his lips to yours, the pair of you instantly groaning into the other's mouth. You don't know if you've ever felt this aroused in your life. Even his kisses made you feel something you've never experienced before, was every kiss supposed to feel like this?

Toji slowly pushed you back on the bed, keeping his knee between your legs as he hovered over you, releasing your neck and instead using one hand to pull your panties off, his other resting by your head so he didn't crush you. You wrapped your hands around his strong neck, whimpering into the kiss. He heard you giggle when you threw your panties somewhere in the room, sliding his hand up your waist as he situated you on the bed, pulling your thighs around his hips. "Whats so funny?" He asked, pulling back from the kiss as he watched you smile underneath him, tilting your head as you loosened your arms around his neck.

"Jus' wondering what my dad would think if he saw what the bodyguard he got to protect his little girl was doing to her right now~" You giggled, biting your lip. Toji shook his head, keeping his eyes on yours as he wordlessly dipped his fingers down to your pussy, teasing up and down your soaked entrance. "Yeah, what would he think about you fucking someone twice your age? Fuckin' brat." He spat, watching your smile fade and your expression be replaced with your slacked jaw and raised eyebrows as your eyes fluttered when he dipped his large fingers into your hole, pressing into it teasingly before pulling away.

"I know he's used to seein' you slut yourself out to those dumb college boys, but this might shock him.. huh?" He cooed, pressing his fingers into your cunt slowly, your walls greedily swallowing up his thick digits. "F-fuck-" You cursed, your eyes falling shut, tipping your head agaisnt the pillow. "That feel good baby? You like feelin' this old man's fingers in your pussy? Fuckin' into your sweet spot?" He whispered, bringing his lips against yours once more, hovering them against you as he inhaled your reactions when he curled his fingers, massaging your g-spot with precision.

"Right there-" You gasped quietly against his lips, wiggling your hips down onto his fingers. "Right here? Yeah? When's the last time someone actually touched you right here, hmm?" He asked, softly kissing your lips before he went back to hovering his lips over yours. "I-I don't know." You whispered, trying to kiss him back but he kept his lips just far enough away from yours that you couldn't manage. "No? That why you're so fucking insatiable huh? Jus' waiting to find the guy who will actually fuck you right?" You were dripping around his fingers. His soft teasing words were a stark contrast to his fingers that now pistoned in and out of you, wet squelching noises bouncing off the walls and echoing into your ears, driving you mad.

"Mhm- mhm-" You replied, nodding your head rapidly, feeling your orgasm come on quickly. "You're not gonna find that with these fuckin' college boys sweet thing, 'ya need a man for that, someone a little.. older." He whispered, making you whine against him as he curled his fingers into a particularly sensitive spot. You abandoned one of your arms around his neck, reaching between you to grab his wrist. Your eyes cracked open, staring up at him as you breathed heavily. "All it takes is a couple fingers and you're a good girl, isn't that right?" He asked, feeling you squeeze around his fingers.

He continued to drill his fingers into you, your back arching against him as moans fell freely from your lips, your nails digging into his wrist as you felt your orgasm creep up on you. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" Toji asked knowingly, smirking when you nodded against him. You felt it, it was right there, well within your grasp when- suddenly the stimulation stopped, your orgasm fizzling out. Your eyes peeled open, eyebrows scrunched together as you looked up at him with a crimson face. "You sure?" He asked, his smirk growing.

Toji abandoned his fingers from your pussy, pulling them out with a pop as he sat back on his heels, replacing his lips with his fingers soaked in your cum as he pressed them against your lips, watching while you eagerly took them into your mouth, moaning around them as you tasted yourself on your tongue. Of course, you were mad Toji had pulled away right before you came but with the way he had rubbed inside your walls so nicely, your brain couldn't think of anything bratty to say as you sucked on his fingers, watching his eyes watch your lips as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock in one swift movement.

You moaned around his fingers when your eyes made contact with his girth, it was massive, way bigger than anything you had taken before, even bigger than your dildo. His was prettier than other dicks you'd seen too, a pretty flushed and tripping tip to contrast against a slightly darker color of his length. He jerked his cock steadily, pressing his fingers deeper into your mouth. "You like what you see, brat?" Toji asked, grinning when he felt your tongue slide over his fingers, mimicking the way you sucked a cock.

Toji groaned through a smile when you grabbed his wrist tighter and pushed his fingers into your throat, bobbing your head around them. "Someone trained you before me, huh? Who taught you to suck fingers like a dick?" Toji asked, raising his eyebrows at you. You swallowed your arousal and saliva in your mouth before pulling his fingers from you, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers. "I don't remember." You smiled drunkenly, making his cock twitch as he didn't let up his strokes on it. "Such a slut." He said, shaking his head.

You whined at his words, spreading your legs around his thighs to make more room, you dropped your hands down to his cock and wrapped both your hands around the tip, jerking what you could while he kept up his own ministrations on his cock as well. "You gonna slut yourself out for me too? Show me how good you are at taking cock?" He asked, releasing his hand from his dick he leaned over you, placing his forearms around your head as you stroked the entirety of his cock in your hands, wrapping your legs around him.

"Yeah~" You answered, looking between the two of you as you pressed his fat tip against your entrance, his cock leaking against your pussy. "You gonna fuck me raw, daddy?" You whispered against his ear. Toji swore his brain stopped working, his cock throbbed in your hold at the name. He audibly groaned, pressing one of his hands over your mouth, "Don't do that." He warned, swallowing hard as his smile faded from his face, his arousal plastering itself all over his features.

Toji felt a new need, a rawer, more primal one. He knew he shouldn't have felt as aroused as he did when you called him that, but he couldn't fucking help it. He kept replaying your words over in his head, one of your hands came up to pull his down off of your mouth, while the other stayed between your legs, his tip pushing past the ring of your cunt, making the both of you gasp. "You like it when I call you that, huh?" You whispered, watching his jaw go slack and his eyes roll back as he slipped deeper and deeper into your cunt. "Fuck- you're so- haah- so big-" you whined, his cock pressing agaisnt your sweet spot ruining your attempts at being in control for even a second.

"Yeah.." Toji moaned, his eyes peeled open again to watch your expression as you took his cock, "Let's see if you're still runnin' that fuckin' mouth when I'm done with you." He finished, thrusting his cock to the hilt unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you. The older man started up a brutal pace inside your cunt, his eyes rolling back at how tight and warm you were around him. Both of your hands came down to push against his pelvis, trying to get him to slow down, "Fuck! T-toji w-wait wait-" You whined at the painful stretch.

"Nah, what happened to 'daddy' huh? Though you liked callin' me that shit." He asked, not letting up his hips, ignoring your hands trying to push him away. "Stop fucking whining, you can take it, ur' such a big fuckin' girl who can take anything, right?" Toji smirked, biting down on his teeth when he felt you squeeze around him. Incohearant moans were being fucked out of you, one of your hands starting to circle around your little clit in small circles as you felt yourself rapidly approach your orgasm.

He gripped both of your wrists together, stopping your motions as he pinned your hands above your head, watching your head thrash back and forth against the sheets. "Answer me brat." He spat, picking up the pace of his hips. "Fuck f-fuck D-daddy please-" You wined, letting him hear exactly what he wanted to hear. You've never called anyone other than your father that name; really only calling Toji the nickname in the first place to tease him; so it felt foreign calling Toji that in this setting, but seeing how worked up it got him made you aroused as well.

He groaned once again at the nickname, his hand that wasn't pinning your arms above your head came down to rub at your clit, finding it with pinpoint precision and rubbing it in circles just how you liked it. "Oh fuck me-" you groaned, your eyes rolling back, head tipping back in the sheets, revealing your still marked-up neck to him. He hated the sight, he wanted to lean down and replace the ugly purple marks with his own, darker ones, so that's exactly what he did.

He found the bruises with his eyes first, then made sure his lips were covering them before he started sucking the skin into his mouth, making you gasp. "When's the last time someone touched your clit for you?" Toji asked, noticing how tight you got around him when you rubbed the little bud, your legs squeezing his waist simultaneously. "I- I don't know I- Fuck!" Your head pushed further back into the sheets as Toji kept sucking on your neck. "Feels soo much better when someone else does it huh?" Toji asked knowingly.

Your moans were raising in pitch, the noises coming less frequently as your high crept over you, your breath stuttering in your chest as you came hard, all over his dick, moaning out his name and broken cries of 'daddy' as you did. "Oh- fuck yeahhh~ Cum all over daddy's fucking cock princess, that's fucking right~" He leaned back from your neck, pressing your wrists into the bed harder as he fucked you through your first orgasm, your walls squeezing him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. You came down, gasping and crying in overstimulation as Toji kept fucking you, the squelching louder now thanks to your orgasm.

"That feel good baby? Wanna feel that again?" He asked, laughing at how tears had started to fall down your cheeks. "P-please fuck- Your cock feels so- fucking- good-" You praised through his rough thrusts, his hips making your body slide up on the bed from how hard he was fucking you. "Yeah? I bet it feels good, you're fucking shaking." Toji laughed, slowing his thumb against your clit so as to not overstimulate you to the point of passing out, as validating as it would be to see you literally pass out from his cock, he didn't want to deal with that right now.

"You like my p-pussy?" You asked, smirking at him, noticing how his grip on your wrists tightened when you asked him that. His cock twitched as he watched your tits bounce from under your shirt, your nipple occasionally popping out from under the fabric. "Who taught you to speak like that? Such a filthy fucking mouth." Toji chastized, picking up his thumb on your clit once more, wanting to see you fall apart one more time on his dick before he came.

"Y- fuck T-you didn't answer-" You wined, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach once more. Everything about this man was making your entire body feel like it was on fire. How confident he was, how he knew your anatomy like the back of his hand, how he seemed to know every little button on your body that made you twitch and whine, all of it was driving you crazy. "You want me to tell you how much I love fucking you little pussy? Huh?" He stared, groaning against your lips as he leaned down, kissing you between words.

"Want me to tell you how I almost came when I got inside you? How good it feels when you twitch around me?" He whispered, kissing you hungrily, swallowing up your high-pitched moans as his hips lost rhythm. "That what you wanna hear? How you have daddy losing his mind in your tight little cunt?" You pulled off of his lips, practically screaming his name as your high crashed over you once more, his words being the final straw that got you there.

Toji dropped his head to your neck, biting the skin there to keep his groans at bay. "Fuck- fuck- where do you want it?" Toji rushed, hoping you were able to respond through your orgasm, or he was going to cum inside you anyways. "I-inside daddy f-fill me up!" You slurred through your high, riding your orgasm out on his dick as he continued to pull his cock almost completely out before bullying it back inside you. "Yeah? Want me to cum inside you? God- you drive me fucking crazy-" Toji continued to thrust inside your tired cunt, fucking you once more into overstimulation as he groaned loudly into your neck; he never was one to be shy about being loud in bed.

"Fuck- It's coming- gonna fill you up baby, 'n you're gonna take every last fucking drop, right?" He asked. He desperately needed to hear you say it. "Yes baby yes- g-gonna take it all- c-cum inside me pleasee~" You slurred, the pulsing of your walls working him over just right as his breath hitched at the first rope of his hot cum shooting inside your cunt. His teeth dug into your neck when he came, his hips stuttering as he humped them against you every time his cock shot out his cum. "Yessss~ Fucking give it to me daddy~" you slurred against his ear, giggling.

He stilled against you, the aftershocks of his orgasm wracking through his body, his grip had tightened around your wrist almost completely cutting off your circulation, you were sure to have bruises there in the morning. The two of you panted when he finally came down from his high. He sat up, slowly pulling his cock out of your sore and red pussy, his eyes watching as his thick cum spilled out of your hole and down the curve of your ass. "Take a picture if you wanna~" You said, squeezing your calves around his waist.

Toji shook his head, "You should be careful with that, you know who you are, don't you?" Toji said, scooping up his cum he stuffed his fingers back inside you, keeping it all in. You didn't know what to say back, guys usually jumped at the opportunity to take a picture of you all ruined like this, was it weird to say you were almost charmed by Toji looking out for you? "Your legs alright?" He asked, his voice breaking the silence when he noticed how shaky they were.

You weren't used to someone asking how you were after sex either.. this Toji.. he was weird. "Uh, yeah, just a little sore." You said, uncharacteristically shy. His eyes glanced up at your bashful face, before they found your wrists, seeing bright red marks imprint on the skin there, he admit the sight was erotic, but that shit look like it hurt. "Shit, sorry," Toji mumbled, his hand reaching up to your hands on your tummy to rub your wrist softly in his hands. "Didn't mean to fuck your shit up so bad." He laughed. You giggled at his choice of words, "It's fine, it felt good." you replied.

Toji had started to climb off the bed, tucking his cock into his pants a he laughed, walking towards the entrance of your room. Right, he was going to leave now, just because he was a good fuck doesn't mean he was going to stay now. "Don't move," he instructed, making you snap out of your thoughts. You watched Toji exit the room, you heard the skin in the bathroom turn on briefly before the water stopped, soon after the large man entered the room again.

You hadn't moved, just like he told you to. You watched him crawl back on the bed, a damp rag in his hand as he wiped your legs down, starting from your ankles, "I would carry you to the shower, but you wouldn't be able to stand anyway." He laughed. You pulled your leg back, out of his grasp, "What are you doing?" You asked. Toji looked at you like you were dumb, "I'm cleaning you up?" He said like it was obvious, roughly pulling your leg back towards himself so he could wipe you clean again, kissing your ankle before he threw it over his shoulder, scooting forward to wipe down the underside of his thigh.

"You're weird, Toji fushiguro." You said, blushing at his sudden soft treatment of your body. The man laughed, reaching your sore cunt he dragged the towel through your folds, cleaning the mess the two of you made there as you groaned in distain. "Okay, baby." He replied.

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[t0jivs]

i yowled (this is such a funny word)

Being perverted strikes naturally within Gojo, so when the idea of being a step brother comes to mind during sex he can’t help but act upon the roleplay. You think he’s gross for it, but his questionable passion for it keeps you engaged (oddly enough).

☆word count: 6.3k+

★tags/tw(18+): dark content + stepc*st roleplay + foot f*tish + toe sucking (f!recieving) + dubcon (because reader is unsure at first) + reader is college-aged/gojo is 28 + squirting + age gap + vanilla sex + pubic hairs + scent kink + implied ass eating + hesitancy + reader is afab using she/her pronouns + mentioned latex kink + use of 'satoru-nii' + established relationship + gojo is a lil' mean + and sassy + lots of kissing + nipple play + ejaculation + getting caught having s*x + exploring kinks + praise kink + pet names + skull fucking + gag reflex + snot + we're talkin' 'big beefy whore with black compression shirt' gojo here + reader is a bit inexperienced + questions of certain kinks.

☆a/n: hey alexa, play 'poundtown by sexyy red' ayyye come suck a bitch's toooes. enjoy y'all, this shit nasty af.

You’re not a kink shamer.

You understand the sexual thrills of getting off to something that turns one on to the point of fulfilled ecstasy–weighted breaths and skin coated with a sheen of sweat from the unorthodox fantasies that provoke the human mind and manipulate the human body, keeping them bound to the shackles of pleasure as their perversion engulfs them whole. It feels beautiful–ethereal, dare you say, and you get that. Who wouldn’t want to feel blissfully satisfied just by mere thought alone? 

Now, exclusive of the deranged fetishes involving children, scat, or whatever fucked up shit out there that's befitting for a lowlife, you would say that you're a pretty open-minded individual. Always tolerating the naughty anecdotes told by your friends’ concerning their past hookups, distinctively remembering the giggles you all shared when reciting one of the stories from a particular friend that had them clad in a latex suit, lips decorated with ruby red, and three-inched heels coming into contact with the cheek of their previous partner as they squirmed in shameless arousal.

‘It was pathetic to see, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t get me going…’ And that mutuality between both parties is what makes it even more fun. They both get a kick out of something they enjoyed, so what’s to hate about it?

You’re not a kink shamer–not at all.

You and your boyfriend of a year and four months, Satoru Gojo, always carried the qualities of a couple depicted in unrealistic romance movies: the nuzzle of the nose that tickled your cheek before delving in for a peck, the surprise hugs he’d startle you with as you prepared an early morning breakfast, as well as the intertwined fingers while you both make your way to his favorite bakery (his kisses are even more sugared after scarfing down the kikufuku he’d order no more than a minute ago).

You always felt like the princess to his prince, stumbling over your gown to keep up with his hurried footsteps as you both venture through the gracious evergreen of a mythical forest. You have no time to remove the pastel violet and pink petals slotting themselves in your locks since your hand remains occupied with Satoru’s, moving exquisitely to the melodic song of the nightingales. It was a dream from a childhood storybook.

Moreover, what was revealed in public was, undoubtedly, the same in the comfort of your bedroom, living at your university’s on-campus apartment that you shared with two indifferent roommates. He would frequently stop by after work to spoil you with his affection. Always asking how your day was and whether or not you finished your assignments.

He was a tad bit older than you–twenty-eight and going, but you didn’t mind the age gap, it gives you all the more reason to tease him for his ‘old’ age, to which he responds with a pout and furrowed eyebrows, ‘Oh, how mean! Who would’ve ever thought that my darling angel could be such a devil…?!’ He’d say with faux anguish. He knows you’re only playing around–such the jokester.

Though, he couldn’t say the same for you in bed. Protected by the warmth of your sheets, you relished at how accustomed your body and soul were to his heartfelt transactions, vanilla-flavored sex, so sweet and tasteful on your tongue as he kissed you with want. Tongues twirling a sensual dance as your lips combine in rhythmic harmony. You also loved it when he coos in your ear, reminding you of how you’re so good to him before wrapping his lips around puffy areolas in a way that makes you writhe.

He’s so gentle with you. Handling a fine china cabinet with the utmost care, he makes sure he touches you in ways that wouldn’t break your fragile body. And when your nude skin presses against his as a result of his thrusts to your core, he reminds himself to get you moaning in his ear and get your hands gripping against the muscular curvature of his back.

It feels good. It always feels good. So, why does a part of you feel…bored?

The love is there, you won’t question that. When you come, you feel as though you’re one with the stars. And above all, he praises you. It’s nothing new, but in this context, you like to be his ‘pretty girl’ whenever the tip of his nose pushes against your wet clit. So, why do you feel like something is missing? You don’t know.

You haven’t been in many relationships. The last one you remember was in high school, dating a boy who only loved you out of teenage fever, and you shamefully admit that you reciprocated his confession. You were both young and unknowing of what the aspects of ‘love’ really meant. You never went past the boundary of hand-holding and cheek-kissing, so it remained stagnant until the moment you both broke up.

None of it was mutual, however. You can recall how distraught you were as you bawled in your mother’s arms, asking her what you did wrong while she soothed you with maternal pets to the crown of your head. That being said, it’s safe to say that you really don’t know what’s missing from you and your boyfriend’s intercourse–like, really.

But, thankfully, Satoru makes up for what you lack, telling you not to fret since he knows a lot and letting you know how much he’s been wanting to get to this point of intimacy with you–wanting to whisk his girlfriend away from the comfort zone that you’ve grown so attached to.

Satoru is without exception, enthusiastic to portray more during times of intercourse, yearning to teach you more than just the fluffy, domestic sex you both indulge in. It’s lovely and all, bleh bleh, whatever, Satoru gets it, but, man, what he wouldn’t do to see you on your knees, between his sinewy thighs parted for your form as he hovers above you, your head tilted upwards to take in his thick shaft through wet lips.

He’d make sure his red, throbbing tip hits the back of your throat so he can hear that sickening gag scurry out your mouth paired with the sloppy froth of your saliva slapping against his heavy balls with each quick thrust. He’d be too occupied to find the snot dribbling from your nose revolting because you’d be taking him in so deep.

That’s forever been his little fantasy–that amongst the vast amount of others. And to try each and every one of them with you would be a delight.

After you confessed to Satoru, you couldn’t help but notice how peculiar his ministrations started to get. It was gradual–starting with spanks on your ass to eating said ass. You’ll even bring up the time he used your feet to get off. It caught you off guard, you’d admit.

That day he had you pliable–on your knees with the left apple of your cheek flushed in the pillow beneath you and arms resting idly on your sides as you allowed your enthralled boyfriend to take the lead.

You assumed he was just gonna spit on your already-soaked pussy before massaging your puffy clit in the teasing, clockwise motions he likes to test you with, cock oozing with leakage before languidly gliding upwards to push in-between your cunt lips, but what you didn’t assume he’d do was trace his slimy precum against the soft skin of your toes to then rub his tip across your soles.

You tried to retract your feet away from him (toes wiggling in the process which had them accidentally graze across his balls. You could’ve sworn you heard him hiss) and protest his weird behavior but Satoru was already three steps ahead, firmly gripping both feet and nearly squishing them together if it wasn’t for the thick base of his cock preventing them from touching.

Each thrust he made ached with raw fervor and fuck him from being incapable of suppressing his passion because he couldn’t help but look down and see your cute pussy pucker and asshole twitch. What a sight for sore, cerulean eyes. Just as sore as your ass after he slapped it with an ever-so-firm hand, silently thanking his calluses for the rough impact.

He found it adorable how your shimmering entrance craved for insertion, winking rhythmically at him as though it’s saying, ‘Please fill me up, ‘toru! ‘M so lonely without you…’ (he chuckles to himself at the personification when done in a high-pitched tone).

But your pussy always gets his attention. You have another hole too, ya’ know–one that sits right above it, unused and virginal. Just imagine his excitement as he leans forward, cock still buried at the innermost part of your feet, to take a closer look. He’d smile at your coyness when you felt his hot breath blow on your skin, unsure of his next move.

In this new position, he can trace the faint smell of sweat emerging from you, and God, does that turn him on. More than it already does. So of course he had to steal a taste, trailing a fat strip of saliva against the rim, you squeal at the warm and wet feel of his tongue touching a place it had never been before,

“S-Satoru…what the fuck!” You jolted before moving from your position, migrating to any spot as long as it's far from your lover. You’ll never forget the sleazy look on Satoru’s face as both corners of his rosy lips tilt upwards for a cocky grin–yuck.

It grossed you the fuck out.

Not in a way that antagonizes your boyfriend, you love him too dearly to feel as such, but in a way that questions his morals. Why on earth would someone like Satoru want to be minimized to using the bottom of your soles for pleasure or savor the briny taste of sweat that builds up around the tight ring of your ass? I-I mean, you excrete from there, for God’s sake! That’s gross, especially in a place where the sun doesn’t shine.

You understand that he likes doing it, but why? How could something so perverse and dirty get him hard so quickly? Where’s his shame? His humiliation? His guilt? Were they not present whenever he sneaks a lick at your toes?

Perhaps you are trying to understand–who wouldn’t want to indulge in their lover’s feet, to caress the tough surface of their heels, and lead up their toes, to draw soft lines against them with plush lips as their medium before dipping them inside the wet cavern of their mouth and sucking the small digits before swirling their tongue and–ugh!–no! No, no, no, that’s sick! How can one do such a thing with ease? You can’t possibly imagine that.

But you’re not a kink shamer…right?

Your question remains unanswered, though, as you’re interrupted by Satoru’s moistened kisses trailing down the curve of your neck. You must’ve been in your daze for quite some time considering that the camisole top and loose shorts you lounge in took their positions on your bedroom floor. 

“Come back to me, baby.” You hear your boyfriend murmur and you deliberately oblige by running your digits through the white sea of his mane, wild and free as your fingers feather against his roots. He hums with love before leaving a kiss that's sloppier than the previous one. It starts with your usual routine, with soft and tenderhearted sex.

He pecks at your clavicle and you whimper in return as silvery lashes tickle the most sensitive areas of your skin. The passionate atmosphere continues to flow within the four walls of your room–containing your moans and your kisses and your touches, reverberating them in your heated figures while filling you both with distinct pleasure. It was good so far.

“Have any ideas in mind for tonight, sweetheart?” His voice is muffled as he joyfully sucks at the skin between the valley of your breasts, teeth clasping over the hot flesh to induce a mark darker than what your skin tone provides. You hold onto the fabric of his black shirt, soundlessly wondering why he is still garbed in unbreathable polyester while you remain bare save from your panties.

Lolling your head to the side in thought, you dwell on his question. Should you have something in mind? This isn’t the same as getting asked where to eat for dinner, per se. And owning to your inexperience with sex and fetishes, you’re incapable of bringing anything to the table in this sense.

You open your jaw, mouth filled with saliva due to the raunchy actions performed by your boyfriend onto your supple body, ready to speak your retort as you lick your chapped lips in preparation, but, Satoru knows you better than you know yourself.

“Yeah, I know you don’t,” It’s like he was born to study you. Your eyes travel to his person again, orbs resting upon Satoru’s scalp as you wait for him to finish. “Nothing in that gorgeous head of yours. It’s okay, though. I don’t blame you. I know an amateur like you wouldn’t have anything planned.” 

As might be expected, your brow raises at his comments slightly glazed with a patronizing drip, it’s gotten your attention, all right, as you turn your head to glare down at him. He’s sucking on your nipples this time and you forge a jerk but don’t falter, perked up by this newfound attitude from your loving partner.

“Oh?” You start and it carries the same uppity weight as his tone. “And I suppose you have it all figured out?”

He nods right after gazing up at you with arctic globes saturated with a heavy rush of sincerity and you can already feel the dreamy sigh materializing in your throat but never emerging. Satoru immediately sniffed out the indignance behind your words like a trained bloodhound. He rises from his spot upon your heaving chest to travel his way to the swoll of your chin, apologizing with a quaint kiss. 

“I do,” His smile is affectionate. “You know I always do, sunshine.” You gasp once something hard nudges against your squishy thighs before poking the outermost part of your panties.

“-Always think of something for that little cunt.” It isn’t long before it's cast to the side for clear access to your glimmering slit, doused in slick because your boyfriend had a remarkable way of handling you. He didn’t miss the embarrassed mewl of his name when he used filthy words.

He also didn’t miss the pull of air you took in as his thick finger swept up your bodily remnants, coating the fingertips of his middle and ring finger. You voluntarily buck your feeble hips in desire for him to push through your entrance but you know he wasn’t going to give it to you that easily. “You know, it gets me going when do stuff like this when others aren’t around–when we do something so forbidden.” 

What–?

“Forbidden…?” Each syllable muddles your tongue as you ponder on its meaning: something that typically isn’t allowed or accepted–you’re not unaware, it’s a simple word, but is that the word he meant to say? “Why would it be forbidden? You’re my boyfriend, are you not?” Unless there’s something you’re unknowing of.

Perhaps he has a wife that he kept hidden in the shadows of his past. What if one wife turned into several wives? Maybe he’s a bloodthirsty murderer, ready to indulge in his next killing after getting you to trust his charming blue eyes and pink-liped smile. You don’t exactly know what the forbidden aspect of it all that he’s keeping from telling you-

You hear him ‘tsk’ and you assume it was meant to be taken seriously but it seems covered in mockery.

“Hah, Boyfriend? Have you no shame?” And he chuckles deep and grimy. “Don’t act like don’t know, dear.” You honestly don’t. “What would our parents think if they saw you, my sweet, little sister, grinding her greedy pussy against her older brother’s fingers?”

Oh.

Oh God.

Gritting your teeth for an evident cringe, you hurriedly toss your head to the side to break eye contact (how did he even manage to hold it for that long despite what he just said?!). There’s no way he’s doing this. Out of all kinks…

“For the love- Satoru. Stop, that’s fucking-” A sharp whine halts your sentence, stressed to the point of exaggeration. You don’t bother looking back up at him, already imagining his brows creasing with complaint at your disgusted remark.

“Ehh, what happened to ‘Satoru-nii’?” You almost would’ve forgotten the fingers sketching light circles on your sensitive button, going in for a pinch before tapping it aimlessly due to its slippery surface.

You clench your thighs together but Satoru’s heaping form prevents you from doing so. He’s a big mass of muscle reminiscent of a bull–broad shoulders along with thickened veins peeking through tough skin in the forms of streams, carrying the pulsing blood flow of adrenaline and transporting through each significant section of the body to energize his raging carnality.

“Are my fingers dwindling your vocabulary already? I just started using this pussy, sugar plum.”

A part of you wanted to believe he was joking–trolling like he usually does on literally every occasion. He knows how acquiescent you were in situations like these. So easily obedient to follow his golden rule when clinging to his hip, taking full advantage of your attributes to get you to do the perverted shit that spoiled his brain to corruption.

Of course, there’d be times when you’d retaliate, shouting out a brief ‘no’ before leaving the conversation unfinished, but it’s okay because he can butter you up to your good side. Use his words and his hands to do the convincing. Satoru has attributes of his own too.

But gazing into his eyes and seeing how aquatic blue dissolves into crimson red, only driven by lust, tells you he’s serious.

You look off to the side once more because staring at your nightstand is more soothing than staring at your deviant boyfriend. Out of all kinks, why this one?

“I don’t,” You close your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself free from his piercing glare. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You weren’t about to do this. You weren’t about to play into his wicked fantasies of being a relative of any sort. That doesn’t sound appealing at all.

“Don’t be like that, babe.” He mutters softly as if other people were in the room, prying with open ears to catch whatever dialogue is being transmitted between the two of you. A fingertip taunts at your sloppy entrance, just barely shoving past its tight grip. Sexual anticipation surged through your core at his ministration (his giggles at your hopelessness didn’t help you any). “You won’t know unless you try. Come on, do it for me?”

He’s too cute to refuse when your peripherals pick up his bottom lip raising upwards for a pout and feather-like lashes fluttering over glossy, blue orbs. Practically, begging you to follow through with this look alone–if only he wasn’t so handsome and used his charm against you in every way possible. God damn it-

“You’re sick, you know that?”

“Then you’re my antidote.”

You exhale in defeat since you unfortunately realize there’s no way out of this. Satoru’s too adamant to get you to play along with him, it’s insane. Turning your head to fully face him, which feels like the one-millionth time you’ve done so, you look him in the eye before aiming at the button of his nose, upturned and perky. Mentally getting ready to produce the God-forsaken words you are about to utter.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You start and the way Satoru’s face lights up like a kid on Christmas irks you. 

You still feel mortification swirl in your skull like second nature. Your cheeks feel hot and it hurts–were you really about to do this?

Satoru was still teasing you to no end. Teasing that doubtlessly wet pussy with expertise. He was killing you by not giving you what you craved, only remaining on the surface as he waited for your verdict. Just one more push, one more shove and you’ll get there.

“And why is that?” He inquires.

Your bottom lip quivers with hesitation before an erotic groan escapes you. He’s so close to putting them inside. “Because you’re-” You pause to wait for a sliver of courage to finish your sentence. You’re not sure if you can-

“...I’m?” He continues.

You both catch on to the shaky breaths you’re letting out, two separate bodies feeling two separate emotions, one agitated and the other electrified.

“You’re my,” You tense but Satoru loosens. “-my b-brother.” He’s the Cheshire cat as of now. You wail once two fingers invade your thirsty hole, entering with a mushy squelch.

“And what is it that we’re doing, huh? What is it that we’re doing that would be so revolting to the public eye, hm? Tell me.” Can he stop pushing you already, for crying out loud?

“You fingering my, my,”

“You got it, keep going.”

“...fingering my p-pussy.”

Satoru cherishes your hesitance and rewards you, his obedient puppy. 

Digits curl upwards in search of that sensitive g-spot resting amongst your gushy insides. If applied enough pleasure, he’d be able to see how your back arches off your cotton sheets. Your mouth opens for a silent scream as the force of his fingers supports the buildup of liquid passion, pounding the area in addition to his palm rubbing your stiff clit the deeper he goes.

“There you go, my sweet girl, my gorgeous, little sister.” He fingers you harder and sucks at your erect nipples–when did they get so hard? As a matter of fact, when did your body feel so hot and needy? As though you’re deprived of something. 

Your boyfriend sucks at your tit before biting the small nub, grazing his teeth along sensitive skin for a chomp, causing your hands to fly to his head and grip the fur of his undercut, all while wincing in pain. He retracts his head with your nipple still in his mouth, giving it a stern tug like an elastic rubber band. You would have cursed him out if it wasn’t for the fingers still beating at your nether regions.

“Ah, S-Satoru!” He bites harder and you remember his request from earlier. “Satoru-nii.”

As if you hear a winner's buzzer, he hums in approval and releases before gorging his lips around the other one, gently guzzling it this time, skillfully whirling his wet appendage around the nub in combination with hungry sucks. He unloosens with an obnoxious, wet pop!

“M’so glad your mom married my dad. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be able to take care of my little sister’s pussy like how I’m doing now. Wouldn’t that be so sad?!” He inquires gleefully. “I’d be so miserable–jerking myself off to meaningless porn when I could be stuffing my big dick deep inside your aching cunt. Hearing you moan out how much you love your older brother for making you squirt your sticky juices all over me. You even got your hairs trimmed in the way you know I love.”

The sound of fabric grinding against fabric fills your ears as he maneuvers his head to reach down to your pelvis, stuffing his nose on top of the shortened pubes, his mouth hangs dangerously over your clitoris.

He takes in a deep breath like he’s smelling the fresh air of healthy trees and freshly cut grass, basking in your heady scent while feeling his cock go rigid in the plush of your mattress. 

Too aroused to feel embarrassed, you buck your hips so you can finally get his mouth on your itching button and he finally compels, switching between sucking in your clitoral hood and tonguing your labia. Satoru moves his fingers faster in hopes of provoking your climax. He knows your proximity by noting the way your thighs tremble and toes spread across your sheets.

You finally get to the stage you’ve been craving since the beginning of this session. Releasing your fluids onto your awaiting boyfriend, the grip at the nape of his neck more powerful than before, you squeal a brief ‘Satoru-nii!’ as he proceeds to lap at your overstimulated pussy. He’s now sparkling with your juices. Satoru sits up on his knees after wrapping his buff arm around the width of your shoulders to hoist you up and get you closer to his thighs, your figure remains seated as you process what he wants you to do–he wants you to suck him off.

So you lean your sweat-stained face over his clothed member and unwrap it like a Christmas present you’d save for last because it's so big. His cock springs up rudely and smacks at his now naked abdomen (when did he take off his shirt?) with a loud clap. His abs are so detailed and his pecks puff out in pride while he looks down on you, like his little servant.

He controls the length of his cock with a stern hand and traces ivory white lipstick over the plump of your mouth, a hazy web of precum connecting to your upper lip.

“Wrap those beautiful lips over my cock, darling angel. You know it makes me happy to see you stuffed full with my dick, no matter the hole.” He cheeses when he hears a quick scoff come out of you.

You listen anyhow, swallowing the tip of your big brother’s rod, hallowing your cheeks like a skeleton to circling your tongue around its rosy circumference. You feel your remaining cum dribble onto your bed when you hear him make a guttural moan from above. Clenching his ass cheeks as fingers place themselves on top of your head like an armrest, laying idly as of now.

“Oh shit, baby, yeah, just like that. Keep sucking me off juuust like that.” He bucks his hips impatiently once you decide to devour him up to the mid-base, continuing the actions of sucking in your cheeks to tighten around his cock. “Fuck!” He mewls before chuckling humorlessly.

He stares down and you look up. Your eyelids roll back til they’re just below your brow ridge to catch sight of azure undertones. You were just about to wonder why he was tittering until pressure made its way to both sides of your head. When his pearly white smirk twinkled under dim lighting, that's when you knew-

“Hmphh,” The noise was pitiful when subdued by the heavy weight of Satoru’s cock.

“Hold still, pretty girl.” He coos before pushing his hips back and applying the same manner to your head as he controlled you effortlessly and then thrusting forward and forcing your head to do the same. His balls slap on impact with your chin when he buries himself deep into the hot cavern of your throat, you have your nostrils planted on the silvery wisps of his pubes, reeking of potent masculinity. He leaves you in that position, powerless as he ignores the smacks to his meaty thighs.

“Hold it,” He warns. His voice is pitched below the Earth’s surface. “Gotta teach you how to please big bro properly.” You fight hard as his tip keeps irritating the thing that hangs at the back of your throat, trying to oppose your body from naturally activating your gag reflex but it ends up being fruitless. Your throat convulses as it bulges with his cock print and you cough out an ugly sound. Your vision blurs once you feel your eyes start to water up. You want him to move back already!

“Good.” It’s like he heard your thoughts because he finally retracts from his perfect spot lodged in your gullet. His swollen tip tickles the surface of your lips as you gasp several breaths of air. Just what was he thinking? You could’ve puked!

“What the hell was- mmph!” Halted by another intrusion of his cock burying itself in the pits of your throat, you muffle out a sound of surprise. You couldn’t believe it.

Satoru starts, “Less talking from you, sunshine. I wanna hear you slobber on my dick. Think you can do that for me?” He quickens up the pace of his thrust, going at the speed of someone walking. You gag disgustingly at each thrust and you can feel snot starting to leisurely slip from your nose (just what he wanted to see).

“That’s a messy girl, my messy sister. Got you, hah, so worked up you even got snot dripping from your nose and your spit running down my balls. Oh, you don’t know how much I longed for this.” He resumes his praises and tips back his head for a howl, feeling himself approaching his end as he hears you glurg, glurg, glurg on his veiny member.

“Oh shit, shiiit…!” Suddenly, you’re abruptly pushed off of him, freeing your esophagus from the restraint. Your back lands on the bed with a thud, your landing protected by your doughy comforter. Satoru stands motionless as he recovers from edging himself to oblivion. Biting his lip, his cock twitches up and down before it gradually remains unmoving.

You don’t even remember it happening, but you’re already restricted underneath Satoru’s panting body, thighs folded backward for a mating press, squeezing your squishy tits together, and feet perched on top of his shoulders. He takes his infamous spot between your legs, his overworked hands, decorated in calluses and scars, cuff around the underside of your knees.

He gifts you a heated kiss on your lips. “‘Toru-nii-” You say while struggling to keep up with his tongue. He breaks away from you and the string of saliva snaps into two.

“I hear you, baby, want me inside you already, I know, hear you loud ‘n’ clear.” His tip finds your entrance and it's sopping wet tenfold. He’s never seen you so needy in his life. He pushes in slowly and smoothly. Relishing your moans as he delves within you inch by inch, his thick cock stretching you out deliciously. You squirm in lascivious desire each time he enters you.

“I know, sugar, I know…” He soothes you upon hearing your sobs go up an octave. His head rests at the empty spot next to your neck and his hair tickles the crevice. “Almost there.”

As soon as he sinks deep in your warm cunt, he pecks your cheek with a softness that resembles duck feathers in a pillow before plummeting into you. A pornographic squelch resounds through your room.

“Hnn, T-Toru-nii is, so deep, ah, in my pussy!” You yelp. He’s so glad you’re still following his gross footsteps. So dazed by his cock hitting every ridge nestled within you.

“Yes, that’s right, little sis. And you’re gonna be a good girl and take it for me, right?”

You give a nod, “Yes, I will. I always will. Just f-for you.”

“Mmm, that’s right. That’s what I like to hear.” 

He inclines his torso backward, finding his attention on the feet placed at each side of his shoulders, more specifically, the one to his left as he grabs your ankle with ease, stroking the bone and putting your pedicured toe between wanting lips, your french tips hitting the roof of his mouth while lapping at your salty skin.

His pelvis hammers into you at a steady rate in combination with the gushes emerging from both sexes, it's so damn loud, you’re quite sure your Resident Assistant will come banging at your door frantically, telling you to lower it down because of the noise complaints that lead to your room.

You giggle, not just at the thought but at how much it tickles to feel Satoru’s tongue swirl around each toe.

“Satoru, that tickles.” You quip and the aforementioned man stares at you with knowing lids, purposely tasting your soles which have you trying to take your foot away, but the position you’re in makes it impossible.  

You feel as though hours go by as your older brother pushes on with fucking you silly and having a makeout session with your foot. His v-line collides with your poor pussy on every steady beat and you can’t help but let your earlier accusations fall from your mind like slippery soap.

The revulsion, the distaste, the discomfort–all of which were confined in a silk-woven case, trapped and compacted hitherto its evolution of approval. Although tentativeness plagues its cycle, the result remains beauteous as a cherry red butterfly protrudes through the rotten surface of the cocoon. The successful escapee finally swarms the sky with a setting sun.

It feels good. You feel good. Your pussy feels good as your step brother pounds it with intent–with purpose. You wiggle like a fearful worm ready to be eaten once the need to release creeps up slowly.

“My little sister always manages to feel so good. This pussy is just gripping me so fucking tightly and-” He stops abruptly and so do your moans as you hear your front door creak open.

The sound of jiggling keys and the chaotic trembling of plastic bags alert both your ears as you hear the door slam shut accompanied by a relieved sigh. You glance at the digital clock on your nightstand–‘10:35 PM’. One of your roommates is back from work. Coming home to rest easy from their enervating shift, she wants nothing more than to take a scalding hot shower, laze in her bed, and listen to nothing but silence as she drifts off to sleep.

But before those temptations come into play, she first wants to check up on you to see if you’re still in your room. Walking up sluggishly to your door, she raises a hand to prepare a few knocks while you and Satoru both stare wide-eyed at the shadow that occupies the crevice beneath your bedroom door–still like Michelangelo's statues.

“Hey, (Name), you in there?” The pause is long as you look up to Satoru and see his gaping mouth transform into a smirk before turning your attention to the door.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here. What’s up?” You ask, slightly hoping that your answer will satisfy her queries on your safety before retreating to her room.

“After work, I took a quick trip to the store for some wings and frozen pizza if you’d like some. Even got honey-barbeque-” You smile at her gentle antics. She remembered your favorite flavor.

“Oh, thanks, I really appreciate th-oh!” You’re stopped once Satoru resumes pounding your sloppy pussy. You cover your mouth in an attempt to conceal your yap but a strong hand grabs both wrists to cuff them above your head.

“Keep talkin', sis. Can’t leave mom pondering, now can we?” He whispered with precaution. That devious little-

“H-Hey? Are you okay?” The squishy slaps of both Satoru’s precum and your wet fluids compose a cacophonic symphony. Shit, if he keeps going, you’ll- 

“Yeah, m-mhm. I-I’m, fuuuck, fine.” Satoru grins maniacally above you his hot breath pasts your cheek and into your ear. The tip of his cock abuses your cervix as he compacts you tightly under giant muscle, arms littered with bulging purple and blue veins as he keeps you steady. His pubes tickle your clit whenever his hips kissed yours. Both breaths were getting heavy.

“Are you sure, you sound…sick.” Her words were laced with worry as she stood there, unmoving. “Do you need for me to come in?”

Satoru finds her naivety hilarious but decides it's time to break the barrier. He does so by raising his hips to an exaggerated extent before hammering back into you, the sound much louder than before as clapping fills the atmosphere. He guarantees your roommate will pick it up. Which she does.

“Wait, are you-” She gasps when she hears your sobbing moans echo in her ears. “Oh my God.” You’re too fucked stupid to give a reply when she blurts out an embarrassed ‘sorry!’ before taking hurried footsteps away from your door.

“Guess we scared her off, huh?” Knowing damn well he was the one who only made the effort to let your roommate know you were being pounded to oblivion. “Think she’s gonna tell everyone about this? Tell everyone how her son and daughter ruin the family name because we were caught fucking each other in your room?” He’s quick to pick up in your roleplay.

“Hnngh, I don’t know, ‘Toru.”

“I’m quite sure she will. What do you say, sweet girl, how about we both give a real reason to soil the family name and let me come in this pussy?” His thrusts start to stutter with each filthy word–cream drips from your cunt and down to the tight rim of your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you groan quietly.

“Answer me now, sweetheart, or Satoru-nii is gonna-”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck. Please come inside me, please, ‘don’t care about anyone in this family but you! Come inside me, Satoru-nii!”

With that being said, he fulfills your wish by giving you one, big thrust and stilling his cock deep in his little sister’s pussy to pump his hot seed in increments. Whimpering loudly as he does so. His face contorts in the cutest grimace that you wish you could smooch. You heavily breathe in unison until he pulls out of you (fingering his remaining cum back into your fluttering hole).

He kisses your cheek, then your forehead, and lastly your lips before saying, “You did so well for me.”

And it’s after this session that have you thinking–‘perhaps you do get it’.

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LEMON PLEASEEEE im begging can I request sugar daddy Suguru? I’ve been thinking of age gap with him and ugh it makes me crazy, perhaps some video tape or something? 😩

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Suguru Getou x f!Reader

Summary: Your sugar daddy is going away for a few days, and he has a simple request for you.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Age Gap (Reader 20s, Suguru late 30s-40s), Filming, Oral Sex (m. receiving), reader calls suguru daddy

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When you got a sugar daddy, you never expected to be so enamored by the older man. Suguru is the man of your dreams, even when he’s almost twice your age. He’s handsome and a true romantic– The fact that he gives you money and buys you all the luxury brands that you’ve always dreamed of is also a bonus.

Excitement flows through you every time he asks to meet up. You’re more than eager to see him again, especially since he’s a gifted man… In more ways than one. Tonight is one of those nights. You’re sitting in his living room, looking around the luxurious, yet minimalist place. You’re still surprised by the place around you, even though you’ve come over quite a few times.

“Here you go.” Suguru hands you a glass of wine, and you smile at him before muttering a thank you. You bring the glass up to your lips and take a sip before putting it down on the coffee table. You’re more interested in him than in drinking. He takes a seat beside you, his eyes focused on you. He licks his lips, as he admires the little red dress that you chose to wear tonight. “You look pretty.”

“You know I have to wear the best for you.” You confidently respond, adjusting the dress so it reveals a bit more skin. He bought the dress for you, and it cost him way too much– The least he can do is rip it off you whenever he pleases. He smirks at you, putting his glass down beside yours before his hand goes to your thigh.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He says, and you feel your face grow hot at the comment. You feel like a teenager with him, sometimes he feels like he’s way out of your league. He is. A bit older than you, filthy rich, and extremely handsome. You’re lucky he set his eyes on you. 

“Really? What have you been thinking?” You respond, your face leaning closer to him. He grabs his phone from his pocket, and you watch him put it down on his lap.

“I have a business trip coming up, and I’ll miss you.” He tells you, and you wonder what he’s trying to say. He’s not telling you just to inform you. The back of his hand caresses your cheek and he comes closer to you, his lips pressing against yours. His hand grabs his phone as he pulls away, and he speaks up, “But maybe you can help me.”

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, ready to help him in any way he needs to. 

“Will  you help me make a video? Nothing too extreme just… Maybe you sucking me off or something like that… For when I’m lonely.” He requests, and you would be opposed to the idea if it was anyone else. But not Suguru, for Suguru you’d do just about anything. You chew on the inside of your cheek before nodding. 

“I’ll help you.” You respond, and he fights back a smirk. He stands up from the couch, putting his phone down for a moment while he unbuckles his belt. Your eyes keep shifting back and forth between the buckle of his belt and his face. He grabs his phone and opens the camera, and once you’re sure he’s filming, you pull down his underwear, letting his cock free.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, slowly stroking it. You’re a bit shy since you’re not used to being on camera, knowing that he’s watching this back makes you feel a bit self conscious. Your tongue licks the tip of his cock before your tongue circles around it. Suguru looks back and forth between the screen of his phone and you; both give the same view, but he obviously prefers the one that’s not through a screen. He does worry that he’s not recording though.

Your mouth wraps around his cock, taking in as much as you can. Your hand wraps around the part that your mouth can’t reach, stroking it, while looking up at the camera that films you. Your free hand pulls down your dress so your tits are in view, giving him a better video. 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Suguru compliments you, staring right down at you. Your mouth unwraps, going down to his balls. You begin to suck on his balls while your hand strokes his shaft. You make him moan, “Good girl.”

Your tongue drags up his cock till you’re at the tip again. Your mouth wraps around his cock again, taking every inch in your mouth. The gagging is like music to his ears, and he’s glad that he’s getting it on camera. Your eyes well up with tears as you gag on his cock. He praises you, telling you how much of a good girl you are. A few tears spill and you pull away to gasp for air.

You smile at him, stroking his cock, telling him, “Love your cock.”

“You’re doing such a great job.” He tells you before your mouth wraps around his cock again. You keep looking up at the camera, slowly getting more comfortable with it. Your hands massage his balls, and his moaning grows louder and louder. 

Suguru has to bite his tongue to not only hear himself on the video. He’s coming close, and he gets embarrassingly loud when he does. His breath hitches, his cock twitching in your mouth before your mouth is filled up with his cum. You let go of his cock, swallowing every drop of his cum before sticking your tongue out.

“Did I do good, daddy?” You ask him, and Suguru stops the video as he nods in response.

He might use the video a bit more than he’d like to admit.

#.kimi’s jjk recs !! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen getō suguru #jujutsu kaisen getō smut #jjk #jjk smut #jjk getō suguru #jjk getō smut #getō suguru x f!reader #getō suguru smut #getō smut

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oh wow def nta

𝐜𝐰 — 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐩-𝐢𝐧-𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 𝟑.𝟗𝐤

the walls and floor of the nightclub shook with every resounding beat of the electronic dance music, and the air charged with the infectious electricity of the crowd. the room itself was filled with a mixed stench of alcohol, sweat, and a somehow pleasantly light aroma of earth; scents that were sure to linger on your clothes for the next few laundry cycles. 

in between the revolving glow of the strobe lights, reiner caught a glimpse or two of you dancing at the edge of the crowd, your body squished amongst the group of your friends as you swayed your hips to the music. 

the alternating purple and blue hues of the lights cast an ethereal brilliance on your features, highlighting every perfect curve and contour as you danced the night away. and, through the alternating cycle of songs, you’d cast a teasing glance over to your husband, your eyes silently beckoning him to join you on the dance floor.

but, ever the recluse, reiner maintained his spot in the shadows of the club— preferring to stay seated in the private booth your friend group had rented out in celebration of your birthday, his legs spread far apart and body relaxed into the leather cushions while he sipped on a stiff glass of pear brandy. he preferred to watch you from afar anyway, the opportunity allowing him to truly take in and appreciate your beauty. even, after ten years of marriage, reiner continued to believe that you were the prettiest woman he had ever had the privilege to meet.

like the doting husband he was, reiner adored every one of your features— from the way you had styled your hair for the evening, to the shimmer of your glittery makeup under the club lights, to the way your body always moved flawlessly to the tempo of the music. reiner knew you were the prettiest girl in the club that night, especially with how your little black dress clung to you like a second layer of skin.

and, by recognizing how attractive you were to not only him but to other people as well, reiner made sure to stay observant of the crowd. and, while doing so, reiner was able to take note of how many men shamelessly stared at you from afar, their eyes devouring every roll of your hips, every tilt of your head as you bobbed to the beat of the music. most men knew better than to approach you though, especially since you were a part of a large group and definitely because of the glistening wedding band on your ring finger.

yet, there is always that one fool— a clueless, stupid, arrogant fool.

reiner quirked an eyebrow as a man approached you from behind, watching intensely as the man didn’t hesitate to settle his hands on your waist. you recoiled from his touch, taking a large step forward to escape his wandering fingers. yet, ever the idiot that he was, be it because of alcohol or drugs or just a lack of social conscience, the man took you as a challenge— grabbing at your wrist and tugging you back into his embrace.

unfortunately, your friends were beyond drunk to notice your dilemma, too far off in their own little worlds. reiner pressed his lips together, clutching the crystal rock glass in his hands as he watched the scene unfold. he waited for your signal before stepping in; after being together for so many years, he had learned that you could defend yourself perfectly well without his aid. he’d just have to wait patiently for your signal before making himself known.

and, within a matter of seconds, you looked over at reiner— your brows raised and jaw set, annoyance obvious on your face. and, that was all he needed to pound the rest of his drink and march over to your side. the crowd around the edge scattered away like bugs under a flashlight, providing enough disruption to grab your harasser’s attention.

"what's going on?" reiner's baritone voice boomed in your ear over the blasting music, his presence casting a dominating shadow over you and the other man.

"this fucker won't leave me alone," you relayed to reiner, side-eyeing the man as he fidgeted in his spot. reiner was at least a foot taller than him; the man was far too slim and flimsy to pose any threat to his or your well-being. if reiner really wanted to, he could probably snap the man like a twig with just his pointer finger and thumb. as a matter of fact, the idea didn't seem too bad given the circumstance.

"came over here trying to sweet talk me or something," you continued, your arms wrapping loosely around reiner's waist. reiner ducked his head to hear you better, his eyes narrowing at the embarrassed man across from him. "told him i had a husband; he said he didn't care."

a wicked smirk tugged at reiner's lips as he glanced between you and the man, his irritation with the situation growing by the second. reiner placed a quick kiss on the side of your head before unraveling himself from your grasp, taking a single stride to cut the distance between the man and himself. 

"my wife said you were bothering her," reiner towered over the man, crossing his thick arms over his burly chest. the man was definitely far from posing any challenge. reiner wouldn’t be surprised if he was pissing himself right then and there. "can't take no for a fucking answer, huh?" reiner raised an eyebrow.

the man visibly gulped, trying to remain composed under reiner's daunting gaze. "i— uh, i—" the man stuttered, either too intoxicated or too mortified to answer, most likely both.

"you— uh, you what? too much of a bitch to answer?" reiner took a step closer as he mocked the man, his chest practically pressed to the man's face. he peered down at the man with a hardened gaze, a few nearby stragglers turning their heads to witness the scene unfold. "how old are you anyway? twenty-one? twenty-two? you’re definitely a fucking kid because you’re either too young or too damn stupid to realize that you shouldn’t keep trying to fuck with a woman who’s clearly not interested in a little shit like you."

the man's adam’s apple bobbed as the situation escalated; "i was just— i just wanted to show her a good time," the man rushed out his answer in a single breath, mustering up enough courage to formulate a proper sentence. "wasn't looking for trouble, i promise. you guys have a good night."

before the man could escape, reiner grabbed at the man's shoulder, giving the muscle a tight squeeze. a crooked smile painted itself across reiner's face, "woah woah woah, where the hell are you going? you wanted to show her a good time, huh?" your husband looked over his shoulder at you, an idea already formulating in his mind. you shook your head, knowing exactly what was going on in his head. it was a bad idea. definitely a bad idea.

ignoring your disapproval, reiner looked back at the man, his smile stretching into a cheshire grin. "why didn't you just say so?" the blonde said with a long drawl.

reiner’s arm was draped around your shoulders as he led you and the man down the hallway of a hotel. after finding out that the man who had been harassing you “just wanted to show [you] a good time”, reiner had been quick to offer him the chance to prove so— immediately booking a room at a nearby hotel and ordering an uber ride to transport the three of you there. it was your birthday night after all, and how cruel would it be for your husband to deny you of a “good time”?

the entire engagement had been awkwardly silent. besides the limited conversations reiner held with the uber driver and then the hotel’s front desk agents, neither you nor the man talked— staying as far away from one another as possible given the situation. 

it was borderline deranged how much reiner’s mood had changed, almost as if a light switch had been turned on that converted reiner’s usually protective, reserved persona to one that was scarily more easygoing and extroverted.

as reiner hovered the key fob over the hotel door’s lock, he glanced back at the man who was following you two around like a lost puppy— reiner’s smile widening at the sight of the faint tent appearing between the man’s legs. 

the hotel room was extravagant— featuring a private balcony, a tall dresser, a couch, an office desk & chair, a massive flat-screen tv, and a king-sized bed at the center of the room. you clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes in irritation at the obviously giddy expression on your husband’s face.

“what?” reiner pecked your forehead, briefly ignoring the other person in the room. his attention solely focused on you. “he wants to show you a good time, right? i may as well set the mood right, ja?”

you chewed on the inner lining of your cheek, nerves still wavering with worry. “reiner, i don’t think—”

“shhh, liebling,” reiner captured your lips in a passionate kiss. any lingering qualms you had disappeared at the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his beard tickling your face as he deepened the kiss. his tongue slipping into your mouth, massaging all of your doubt away. 

the man coughed in the distance, reiner breaking the kiss to give him some of the attention he sought. “are we going to start? or—?”

reiner tsked in annoyance. “sit.” he commanded, motioning for the man to sit down on the couch. and, the man did so without protest, his palms pressed to the top of his thighs as he waited for reiner’s next direction.

“so, you want to fuck my wife, ja?” reiner twisted you around to face the man, your eyes locked with the stranger as reiner pressed your back against his front. you could feel the warmth of reiner’s breath on the back of your neck before his nose nuzzled into the back of your head, burying his face into your hair. he inhaled the sweet aroma of your conditioner, allowing the scent to wash over him before peering back over to the man. 

“you said you wanted to show her a ‘good time’? you really think you could?” goosebumps rose along your skin at reiner’s delicate touch, his fingers hooking onto the thin straps of your dress to tug the fabric down. he ducked his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of your shoulder, his eyes remaining zeroed in on the visibly flustered stranger. "come on, be honest. say it. you want to fuck my wife."

the man's eyes flickered between you and reiner, a light shiver coursing through his body as he watched reiner’s hands pull your dress further down, your breasts easily spilling out from the dress’s confines due to your lack of bra. "say it." reiner instructed.

"i want to fuck your wife."

reiner's lips stretched into a cruel smile. “do you know how long it takes to learn a woman’s body?” your husband began to lecture. “do you know how long it took me to figure out what my wife liked? where she likes to be kissed? how she likes to be fucked?”

your skin flushed with embarrassment as reiner kneaded at your breasts from behind, tugging and pinching at your sensitive nipples as he rolled the perky buds between his rough fingers. you could feel heat begin to pool between your thighs, pussy lips tingling as the air thickened with the sexual tension in the room.

the man gulped, “look, dude, i didn’t mean to offend you— or, your wife— i—”

reiner pinched your nipples harder, pulling a loud yelp out from between your lips. the man flinched in response. “halt den mund!” your husband barked, silencing the man from speaking any further. the man sank back into the couch, the weight of defeat heavy on his shoulders.

“you’re lucky i’m a kind man, a good man. my beautiful wife and i are going to give you a lesson in how to please a woman,” reiner’s german accent thickened as his voice dipped into a lower octave, his hands continuing to mindlessly knead at the soft dough of your breasts. “isn’t that right, liebling? you want to help me teach the stupid boy a lesson or two?”

you nodded your head in reply, leaning further into reiner’s possessive touch. the presence of the other man in the room seemed to fade into the back of your mind, your head becoming clouded by the naughty thoughts of what reiner could possibly be playing.

this had been the first time reiner had ever allowed another person to play a part in your intimacy; if you could even call this circumstance that. and, as embarrassed and uncomfortable as you felt in this moment, you couldn’t fight the feeling of arousal that bloomed between your thighs. 

“don’t be shy, liebling,” one of reiner’s hands abandoned your tit to grasp at the hinge of your jaw, the pad of his thumb caressing your jawline. he dipped his head to nip at your ear lobe, lightly pressing his teeth into the soft cartilage before releasing. “use your words. tell the little boy you want to show him how a woman likes to get fucked.”

with your husband’s guidance, you allowed yourself to become more confident, recognizing just how much power your words held in furthering this event. 

if there was going to be anyone who was in real control of how this situation was going to play out, it was going to be you. because you knew that if you told reiner to stop playing around and just kick the man out right now, he would do it without any form of protest.

“you’re going to sit there and watch,” you told the man, recognizing the pitched tent in the man’s pants. he squirmed in his spot on the couch, beads of sweat forming on his hairline. “and, you’re going to learn how to show someone a good time.”

your cheek rubbed against the silky sheets of the bed, a string of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth and pooling into the dampened mattress beneath you. your head bobbed along with each sharp rut of reiner’s hips, his cock driving so far deep into you that you were sure you could see stars.

“mmmm, would you look at that… isn’t she just the prettiest? ” reiner purred from behind you, his hands gripping at the fat of your ass cheeks. dragging your sopping cunt back and forth along his cock, using you as if you nothing more than a simple cock sleeve. you were positive he wasn’t talking to you.

“she’s got the best pussy. so wet and warm, squeezin’ me so tight— no matter how many times i make her cream on my cock, she’s— always— milkin’— me— for— more—” reiner commented through gritted teeth, the words punctuated by each brutally restrained thrust into you.

you mewled along to his praises, arching your back deeper into the form of a crescent while raising your ass impossibly higher into the air. reiner was absolutely right— no matter how many times he made you cum, you were always left begging for more. and, he was always happy to oblige.

reiner laced his fingers around the bottom of your jaw, cupping your head gently to shift your viewpoint. your glossy eyes met the man across from you; you had learned his name at some point during this whole ordeal, yet your mind was far too clouded to recall what it was. it was something lame and forgettable, just like him.

the man squeezed at the base of his cock— his shaft veiny, slim, and far smaller than reiner’s. smaller than any other man’s you had ever seen before actually. it suited him though, it was just as feeble and pathetic.

“i still can’t believe you thought you’d get a chance to fuck my wife. what kind of a good time would you be showing her with that, hm?” reiner’s words were harsh and demeaning, the man shifting his gaze away in distress. “no no, don’t look away. you keep your eyes on her.”

and, the man did as told. whatever mortification the man felt was far less important than the pleasure he must be receiving from reiner’s cruel words, his hands continuing to boldly stroke his dick in synchronization with reiner’s pace.

reiner guided you up from your face-down position to press your back against his chest, his hand trailing down from your jaw to cup at the underside of your breast. he rolled his thumb over the puffy nipple, his cheek pressed against yours as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your gummy walls.

“you really thought you’d get the chance to touch these perfect tits? to suck and play with them?” reiner’s other hand found the purchase of your other breast, both of his large hands massaging your chest— tweaking and rubbing and squeezing your breasts in his mighty grasp. “and, you wouldn’t just stop there, right? no no, don’t lie, you wouldn’t.”

“you’d move south,” one of reiner’s hands trailed down the length of your front— ghosting over your abdomen, past your pelvis, and down to your clit. reiner rolled the tips of his fingers over the overstimulated bud, drawing loose circles and figure eights over it. 

he then slotted your clit between the space of his index and middle fingers, rubbing the messy area of your inner labia as he spread your soaking folds apart. “take note, boy— this is where the clit is; do your best to remember it. you always, always, play with a woman’s clit during sex. helps them cum faster; isn’t that right, kleine?”

you whimpered in agreement, unable to find the words to reply. reiner’s fingers spread your folds to reveal the obscene sight of reiner's cock plunging in and out of you, a white ring of cream clinging to the base of his shaft. 

your cunt was also coated with the cream; the skin of your thighs and outer labia glistening with the mixed layers of reiner's release, your releases, and your continuous drippings of arousal. the filthy squelching sound of reiner's cock diving into the warm depths of your cunt bouncing off the walls of the hotel room.

reiner shifted his fingers around to allow his middle finger to tap your clit, giving the bud a few light taps in between his alternating drawings of shapes and rubs. he smothered the little bud with attention, eliciting sweet moans and whines from your throat with each attentive touch.

"you like that, mein liebchen?" reiner purred into your ear, the overstimulation making your eyes cross and toes curl. reiner's eyes narrowed at the other man, his lips curling down in disgust at the sight of him openly fondling himself in front of you and reiner. "why don't you tell our little friend just how good you feel, hm? sei ein guter mädchen und sag ihm, wie gut ich dich fühlen lasse. wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse."

"soo good, so fuckin' good," you whimpered, your mind drifting in and out of the state of euphoria you were currently in. you could barely bring yourself to acknowledge the other man, let alone say something to him. "ya always take care of me, rein— f-fuck, always— he treats me so soo good."

reiner gave your clit a soft pinch, stretching the sweet nub a little before releasing it. "is that right, mein schatz?" you could feel his cock nudge against the sensitive spot along your gummy walls, the knot at the pit of your stomach beginning to grow with each timed thrust into your g-spot. "gonna cum again? can feel you gettin' close, your little walls latching onto me like a vice."

"doesn't she look so pretty when she's about to cum?" your thighs began to grow numb, the coil with you beginning to unravel as your head grew light. "tell her she looks pretty." reiner commanded.

you lazily caught a glimpse of the man, barely watching as he sped up the motions of his hands to match up with your upcoming release. he wanted to reach his climax at the same time as you, wanted to cum alongside you. how sweet.

"you look so pretty—" the man through spaced words, hips bucking desperately into the air as he fucked his fist. "so pretty— ah-fuck, wanna cum with you—"

"ah, he wants t' cum, liebling," reiner whispered to you, your breaths getting heavier. you were so close, just a few more thrusts and you'd be toppling over the edge for the nth time that night. "you think he deserves to cum with you?"

"i don't care," you replied. "just wanna cum, rein— need t' cum—"

reiner's hand began to move faster, rubbing your clit in harsh swiping motion as he picked up the pace, his cock kissing at the wall of your cervix. "cum then. be a good girl—" reiner hissed. and, cum— cum all over my cock while i cum inside you."

and, you did; your orgasm knocking the very air out of your lungs. the pleasure became all too much— shattering your mind into tiny fragments as reiner spilled another load of thick, white sticky ropes into you. "that's it— take my cum, liebling— take all of it— scheiße!" he swore with accompanying guttural groans.

your body went limp in reiner's arms, completely tired and spent from the hours you had endured. you had ravaged, depleted of any more pleasure. you were desperate for a glass of water, yet you couldn't even bring yourself to move.

"now, get out," reiner instructed the man. he must have come at some point while you and reiner indulged in your pleasures, the evidence of his release being the white stains on his stomach and shirt. "don't make me say it again."

the man awkwardly shuffled to compose himself, shoving his limp cock back beneath the waistband of his jeans before adjusting his shirt. he grimaced in disgust at the droplets of cum that stained his shirt, but he knew that reiner's patience was running then and he wouldn't be given the luxury to properly clean himself up.

the hotel door slammed shut behind him, the loud click of the lock echoing through the room. once you were completely alone, reiner retracted his cock from inside you— fat globs of his load dripping out of your sore entrance and making a mess on the comforter.

"let's get you all cleaned up," reiner helped you to lay down on your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before walking away. he came back with a damp washcloth, thoroughly cleaning your folds and inner thighs of any bodily fluids.

"was that okay?" he asked, a faint hiss leaving his lips as he cleaned up any remnants of your releases from his sensitive shaft. "you enjoyed yourself, right?"

you could just barely nod your head, tucking the blanket over your body— it was thick enough that any spilled body fluids couldn't seep through. "i had fun, reiner," you informed him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. your husband slipped beneath the comforters next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and tucking you close into his front. "didn't realize i had an exhibition kink until tonight."

"ah, well," reiner pressed a few kisses to your cheek, the embrace he held on you tightening. the warm, fuzzy feeling of love making your heart swell. "i'm glad i was able to show you a good time then."

german to english translations

halt den mund — shut your mouth

kleine — little one

mein schatz — my treasure

liebling — darling

mein liebchen — my love

ja — yes

sei ein guter mädchen und sag ihm, wie gut ich dich fühlen lasse. wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse — be a good girl and tell him how good i let you feel. how well i take care of you

scheiße — fuck

#.kimi’s snk recs !! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #shinjeki no kyojin #shinjeki no kyojin smut #shinjeki no kyojin reiner #snk #snk smut #snk reiner #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #attack on titan reiner #aot #aot smut #aot reiner #reiner braun #reiner #reiner braun x f!reader #reiner braun smut #reiner smut

[t0jivs]

i need them all right neow.

SHE CAN’T COME TO THE PHONE RIGHT NOW | JJK

ft. Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna

DESCRIPTION: They’ve had enough of your stupid ex boyfriend and decided to make it known that they’ll never get you back, by letting him hear you how much he’s making you feel good.

CONTENTS: afab!reader, 18+, MDNI, cowgirl, missionary, dog style, sex while ex is on the phone, blowjob, penetration, praises, out of character

NOTE: Obviously, my subservient side took over and wrote this. It ain’t funny how JJK men have me in a chokehold, I swear ᵕ̴᷄◡ᵕ̴᷅ Enjoy!

⋆୨୧˚⟡. ˚ GETO SUGURU

It was Shoko's birthday, and of course, it was an all out party thanks to her two best friends, one of which is your boyfriend Suguru. He helped the two gather people from all over the city to come and celebrate leiri's birthday, which was a piece of cake for him since he knew almost everyone wherever he went.

Suguru is probably the most patient man you have ever met, rarely ever losing his cool. But when he saw you struggling to cut your party-crashing ex lose, his filthy hands on your side and elbow, he erupted like a dormant volcano. The crowd dispersed once they realized what was happening, once they felt the pressure of Suguru's wrath, once they saw how he had to be pulled away before he knocked the shit out of your ex. Thank goodness Satoru and Kento were there before your boyfriend got his hands on him.

He reached out his hand to your direction, and you didn't waste a second to take it. Satoru told him that they'll take care of everything, to take his girl out and calm down, and he trusts Satoru, so he did.

It wasn't hard to get him to calm down. Once you were giving him the type of blowjob he loved—slow, sensual, sloppy—it's like he was never mad. His stuttering breaths, breaking voice, and twitching muscles all served you and him—you because it was such a sight to behold how he loses his last grip on his senses, and to him because you upped your game whenever you saw him like that.

As much as he loves it though, nothing will ever beat the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him. He remained seated, leaning back, as you rode him and kept eye contact. He absolutely melts, putty under you, with the way you move your hips. His hands went straight to your waist, fingers tight on your flesh before they loosened from his reducing strength, when you started grinding. It's his weakness after all.

A phone rang in the background of your whimpers and moans, you decided to ignore it and continued calming down your boyfriend. Your head tipped back as that familiar coiling at the bottom of your spine started gaining life. You didn't even pause when one hand left your body and you heard Suguru's voice.

"You fucking— ha, baby, just like that." His one hand traveled up your neck. "—put your hands on my girl again and you're dead, hear me?"

"Just like that. Let him hear how much you love me, come on, honey.”

⋆୨୧˚⟡. ˚ GOJO SATORU

Your ex has been calling you nonstop. You were beginning to question what you ever saw in him, and think how he’s a pathetic excuse for a human being. The incessant calling and messages started when you posted a photo of you and Satoru, enjoying a beautiful picnic at the park where you had your first date.

The last thing you expected to receive was a notification of an angry text, followed by three missed calls, from your ex. You blocked him and his toxic friends on all platforms, so you thought he must’ve created a fake account to stalk you. Even went as far as getting a new phone number to contact you. And you were right. The annoying little fuck.

Satoru could hear your phone vibrating, and your sighs were getting heavier and more frustrated each time your phone buzzed. It bothered him to no extent, so he asked again who it was. The first, you just shook your head with a smile and he let it go. This time he was more stern and was not taking a reassuring smile for an answer.

You definitely weren’t smiling now that he’s got you a panting, moaning, writhing mess. Spread eagle at the edge of the bed as Satoru continued his relentless thrusts, you couldn’t do anything but take it like his good, good girlfriend. And all the while he’s pulling orgasms after orgasms out of you, he was on the phone with your ex.

His dick twitched with how near he was, but refused to finish. Your glossy eyes, sweet whimpers, and soft hands trying to reach his hips— who wouldn’t kill to be him right now? Eyes trained on where you two were connected, he retracted his hips just enough that only his tip remained inside, before teasing him and you by fucking you with only the head of his cock.

“You hear that, bud?” He placed the phone a few inches away from your face, your pretty mewls reaching the person on the other end of the call, for sure. “That what you wanna hear? Enjoy then, bitch.”

He threw the phone beside you, leaning down and kissing you softly, burying his cock deep in your pussy. “Why don’t we take pity on the poor fucker and let him hear how I’m making you feel good? Yeah, sweetheart? Mmhm?”

⋆୨୧˚⟡. ˚ RYOMEN SUKUNA

Everyone knew not to touch whatever Sukuna deemed as his, and you were completely and irrevocably his. Even as you decide to cool off from him, how you give him the cold shoulder taking over the rumor mill for weeks, the fact that you were still his still very much rings true. No one can change that, not even you.

Sukuna’s word is law, wherever he went. No one dared touch you, or even breathe in your general direction, unless they have a death wish. Apparently, your ex has given up on life. His life was basically forfeit when he started following you around, on the day when you’d have no one beside you because your boyfriend and friends were all on the other side of campus for their lectures.

Sukuna would miss two of his classes, but he’d miss anything just to come see you, especially after seeing photos of you being followed, every single one sent to him.

Oh, your ex is fucking dead.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he muttered against your skin as he left his sixth mark on your neck. “Don’t trust me?”

“I don’t trust that you won’t murder him.” You shuddered as he chuckled, the tone dark and ominous.

Things escalated quickly. In a blink of an eye, half of your face is buried in his pillow, biting into it as he pounds into you from behind. You lost all control of your limbs, so Sukuna had to keep your lower half upright, perfectly aligned to meet his hips. One of his tattooed hands held your waist, while the other gripped your hips, moving your weightless body in tune with his thrusts.

You were absolutely out of it, all thoughts out the window and all you can do was take whatever he gave you. Nothing can break the spell he put on you, not even the phone ringing.

“I’ll tell you two things, asshole,” Sukuna spat harshly. The grunts and moans leaving his mouth made you wetter, squeezing his dick tighter.

He couldn’t help the stuttering breath, followed by a chuckle. His hands squeezed, then shifted. Your phone now in between his shoulder and ear; his one hand held a handful of your hair from the roots, while the other snaked under your thigh to play with your clit. Another satisfied grunt left his swollen lips, red and puffy from both kissing you and biting them himself, when you let out a delicate, trembling moan.

“One, there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and you have the latter thinking she would ever take your lame ass back. Two, you’re dead as fuck.”

He leaned in, putting down your phone right beside your face to let your ex hear all the noises Sukuna is pulling out of you.

“My pretty girl’s gonna help me kill him slowly, won’t she? Let him hear those pretty noises you make for me. Only me, yeah?”

© 2023 Daeynara. All rights reserved.

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[t0jivs]

need all of them at the same time.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ OH! SO YOU'RE INTO OLDER MEN?

˚₊·➳❥ JJK MEN SHOWING YOU HOW A REAL MEN FUCKS! satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro ✧˚ · .

tags: afab!reader, reader is mentioned as a female, use of nicknames (baby, princess, doll, slut, whore), cheating, degradation, caught cheating, getting caught, unprotected sex, blowjob, pussy slapping, mating press, breeding, age-gaps, virginity loss [...] rbs are appreciated!

satoru gojo (Daddy’s girl)

well, that’s the word he used for the little girl you're babysitting right now. he’s a great dad and husband. there’s just this tiny whiny little thing he couldn’t do right– and that’s loving his wife as he should.

like– it’s not that he doesn’t feel guilty, it’s just… well, you looked really cute in that mini dress, he and his wife have been fighting lately anddd– he could tell his daughter liked you more than her fatality of mother she has these days. she even called you mommy by accident once! and that was the last water drop gojo needed for the glass to break.

“Oh- I bet you’d love to be full of me right now.” His thrusts became messier each time he pounded on you, “Mhh, fill you up ‘n make me a daddy again– you’d like that princess?” you couldn’t even talk anymore with how good he’s making you feel– he had your legs pressed on the bed thanks to his arms, almost bending you in half, he was making sure that mating press works.

“Ffffuckk- You feel s’good baby” He felt your walls clenching again, no matter how many times he made you come, he’s making sure you’re coming again after he does. A not ending cycle for him. “Such a slut for me hm? Coming all nice and pretty to this house just to be ruined at night–” his words made you feel dirty, but the euphoria of it was stronger, “such” slap, “a nasty” slap, “slut” slap– “and all f’me” with those last thrusts your body couldn’t take it anymore, spasming and trembling while your poor hole was filled up again. gojo’s wife didn’t even bothered to break your little encounter, she suspected it long time ago.

all that was left was a wide grinning gojo satoru and some divorce papers.

suguru geto (Daddy’s best-friend)

you didn’t intend this to happen… you always knew your dad’s best-friend was hot. he’s geto, ‘cmon. he brings a new girl every weekend whispering in your dad’s ear swearing she’s the one this time.

he saw you grow up, turn into this beautiful and strong woman. so how he couldn’t love you? you were like a doll for him, so beautiful and radiant in every way. a porcelain doll he needed to protect, he couldn’t lose you to any dangerous or stupid man, he swears he would beat the shit out of the guy who breaks your heart first.

“Shhiiiitt– Heh– I can tell how tight your pussy is princess–” His cock was stretching the living shit out of you, touching places never in a thousand years you could imagine you would feel. “what d’ya think daddy would say if he saw his little girl being fucked by his best-friend huh?” your brain was a fuzzy mess, you couldn’t make coherent words to say, and just feel how good geto is making you feel. you couldn’t remember how many times he had made you cum with his toungue and he’s just starting to fuck your pussy.

“ ‘m such a lucky guy if i'm the first you’re giving this pussy to, don’t ya think so doll? marking it as mine, baby I swear you’ll need no man to ever fuck this pussy of yours again– shit I won’t need another woman for myself, you’re the one baby” those words filled your heart of a tingly feeling, making more butterflies roam around your tummy, touching yourself you could sense geto’s cock coming and leaving with every thrust, your brain full of air and in need of more of his cock.

he couldn’t resist himself anymore when he was next to you, his cock would get hard the minute he enters your house, and thankfully he has a pretty doll to release himself with.

kento nanami (Big Boss)

Nanami thinks he’s a good and mature guy– At least for his wife and kids… He has this aura of a serious and mature guy but inside every time he’s just this close to breaking it, just to say what he really thinks or feels.

the first time he saw you at work with your tiny skirts and tight blouses he didn’t mind any type of attention to it, you were another cute worker, that’s all. One of another– he can think other women are pretty too right? maybe even prettier than his wife… and nicer, and cuter, and more homely feeling to be a mom. but he wouldn't do anything he would later regret right?...

“You’re s’pretty baby, such a dirty whore for my cock mhm?” he had you pounding from behind, his desk becoming even messier than it was before, one of his hands keeping you laid down on the desk arching your back like if he’s trying to break it– a sudden ringing brought you back from your unconsciousness of nanami’s cock– he answered the call, not a single sing of him trying to stop thrusting into you.

“Yeah?” his voice was out of breath, almost sounding like a sigh when he answered the call, “Where am I? Huh– I’m at the office r-right now…?” he wasn’t even sure if he could keep this act, losing himself more in the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cock– “Oh yeah- I’m okay, uhh- the kids? yyeah, yeah, they’re with my mom right now–” the feeling of keeping up a call with his wife while fucking you made his cock twitch inside of you, feeling like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time. it was no surprise for him that his wife was cheating, but he wanted to keep it like that for the sanity of his kids. 

“Quit the act Kento– I know you’re fucking somebody else right now. See ya at home.”

toji fushiguro (Step-Daddy)

you hated when your mother started dating new guys. they just kept breaking her heart– but you just stopped telling her that it's okay to live without a partner, that she had you by her side, but well… this new man was something else i guess and you didn’t say anything for the sake of your own good mother.

you didn’t like him, but for the sake of your mother you pretended like you do– and let’s be honest, toji doesn’t like children, so when he first met you he wasn’t as social as others… your mom was just too good to simply let go– but the way you moved, talked, dressed caught his attention, and as time passes and he spends more time with your mom– he's no longer drawn to your house just to see your mother, but to see you. 

“Sshhiit- You’re making me feel s’good baby” the lack of air was making you feel giddy, but the way his cock twitched inside your mouth made your core get even wetter. “C’mon baby, ride my shoe,” you wasted no time before your hips started moving, trying to gain some friction and release that tingly feeling coming from your core. 

“D’ya think your mother would like to see her daughter being full of his step-daddy’s cum?” he gets one of his arms behind himself trying to gain some support while his other free hand caresses your cheeks while you continue sucking– this same hand moves out your head and frees his cock out of your mouth, a small strand of saliva connecting your mouth with it–

“Fuck– guess i choose the wrong out of you two”

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choosing to make my own ending where gojō & i keep doing bad stuff together ☺️

SEVEN-DAY-SLUT gojo satoru

SUMMARY: you and your ex decide to spend halloween together for old times sake. yet a single watch of a videotape leads to an eerie phone call that says you both have seven days to live. might as well fuck each other for the last time, right?

CONTENT: f! reader, ex bf! gojo, tiny plot, switch! gojo, needy gojo, gojo just cums a lot, angst kind of, dirty talk, overstim, praise, size kink, fingering, f! receiving, you squirt, dumbification, unprotected, cowgirl, prone bone, impact play, breath play, (pet names: angel, baby)

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

NOTE: i tried typing this w long nails on so sry if this makes no sense 💔 thank u @omgeto for beta reading </3

KAZUTOBER M.LIST

“ . . oh, the movie’s over already?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes as you sat up from the burgundy fat cushioned couch— you cringed, realizing you were laying on gojo’s shoulders and he’s nearly asleep already. you deadpan, lightly nudging him and his eyes flutter open. “it’s getting late.”

“leaving me already?” he fake pouts, and his voice had a mere tired rasp to it— averting his eyes towards the flatscreen, bringing the head of the remote towards it, pausing the slow rolling end credits that played before yawning. “don’t you wanna watch one more movie with your loving boyfriend?”

you scoffed. “ex boyfriend,” and you sat up, rubbing your hands down your arms from the sudden abrupt cool air. “and the movie was hard to watch with you screaming every five seconds like a girl.”

“shut up,” he glares, before gojo reaches across the couch— you stare at him and watch as he pulls some sort of vintage black vhs tape, sticking it into the dvd player before humming. “i found this while i was out. geto told me we should watch it together, knowing him it’s probably porn.”

you sulk, laying your head down against the armrest of the couch as gojo finishes putting the tape in— and he sits back with you, and the tv just turns into pure white static. “. . is it supposed to do that?” you speak in a drowsy voice.

then— you both pause once the landline rings.

gojo stares at you blankly and you lightly shove him, furrowing your eyebrows. “don’t look at me, that's your phone. answer it.”

“me? i don’t wanna answer it, it’s midnight and—”

you glare at him and he dramatically sighs, “fine,” before dragging his feet towards the silver-white landline phone that continued to ring an annoying whistle— gojo intakes a breath while rubbing his eyes, picking up the phone and bringing it towards his ear, twirling the cord against his pointer finger before speaking in a low subtle, “yo.”

at first it was just pure static through the other line, it sounded like a slight glitching noise of a person breathing softly before he made out with what appears to be a person muttering, “seven days until you die.”

gojo’s eyes widens and he immediately hangs up, and turns back towards you— your eyebrows furrow and you slightly tilt your head towards the left. “who was that?”

“. . uh, it was no one. just a— dumb halloween prank call,” he says, and you notice instantly how his body language changes, he’s fidgeting yet tries to play it off with a dumb awkward cheesy grin, running a hand through his white strands before clearing his throat— watching you deadpan as if you already knew he was lying.

“. . . okay okay fine, don’t freak out but we’re gonna die in seven days.”

“says who?” you snort, reaching for your drink near the cupboard, bringing the plastic up towards your lips.

“obviously . . the phone said it,” gojo stammers, nervous laughter leaving his lips before sits back down— his weight pressing against the couch for a split moment, and you glance at him, it was kind of cute, the tiny slim tremor in his voice. he was actually scared. “we’re gonna die. like, actually gonna die in seven days.”

“you’re being dramatic,” you sit up, staring at your ex— such and always was just a baby, an entire drama queen, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you, his face grows flustered— and he’s always been one to barely hold eye contact with you for a few seconds. “what can i do for you to calm down and stop being a ba—”

“let me eat you out.” he instantly replies, and you watch the corners of his lips form into a soft pout just full of utter desperation. he tugs near the string of his grey sweats before lowering his head, replying in a teasing, “please baby?” and then he lets off another nervous chortle. “i . . . at least wanna die while being between your legs after all, heh.”

so dramatic. 

you wouldn’t be surprised if this really was a meaningless prank call. you raise your eyebrows slightly, and he’s actually maintaining direct eye contact— cerulean eyes fixated on your entire face, and you let off a, “really?” gojo slowly nods, thin strands of his white locks swaying a bit in front of his face, and his gaze was undeniably attractive, his eyebrows knead together before you let off a sigh— staring away before grumbling, “fine. but we aren’t gonna die, satoru.”

famous last words. 

although, you were currently laid flat against your back, just barely sitting up with your legs slowly spreading and gojo nearly makes off a soft needy noise— his eyes averts straight towards the thin fabric worn shorts you wore, he lowers his head, with a swift lick of his lips, he pushes himself closer until he’s face first towards your inner thighs. 

he runs his tongue softly up near your skin and you moan— before he stares dead at you, with such frisky intent, purposefully biting down on the pad part of your panties, only to drag his tongue against the very middle part— a mere groan leaves his mouth once he tastes how sweet you were, you were soaked, and he only wondered why. 

“i missed her,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, his tongue was just teasing— creating soft kitten licks near the crevice of your thighs before back towards your underwear, gojo already took your shorts off, just barely to where they were just hanging on your legs. you didn’t know what he meant by her at first, but it was obvious— he missed your pussy.

you whined, forgetting how lazy gojo was when it came to eating you out— he slid his tongue across your panties, keeping them on the entire time which only made you pout in sheer frustration. 

“take them off,” you moaned, starting to move a bit against his face— a hand of yours gripped onto his messy strands, your fingers dug against his strands and he sneaked a glance at you, a near smug grin on his face. “s-satoru, take my panties off.”

“are you asking me or telling me, angel?” he purrs, and he’s getting mean— cocky, lapping his tongue slowly against the middle part of your panties, returning such a menacing little gaze, he felt you throbbing, peppering sweet kisses against the fabric before he brings a hand towards your protected clit.

“. . . pretty please take my panties off,” he says, annoyingly pitching his voice to the way you spoke, butchering it entirely and a soft guffaw leaves his lips once he gives your pussy a light smack. “say that for me.”

you were so aroused— him being between your legs, such nerves bundled inside of you— you were highly sensitive to his touch it seemed, it’s been a while since you were ever intimate anyway, making you appear to be a bit more needy than you intended. 

“just fucking take them off.” you whined, a cute attempt to grab his hair towards you but he lightly smacks your hand. 

“. . oh, so you chose to be bratty today huh,” gojo mocks, and he does eventually slide your lace panties down your thighs— finally. his voice dropped an octave and it was sexy, you throbbed a bit yourself, staring down at him, and he gathers a wad of his own spit before you hear it make contact against your pussy.

and you bit down on your lip, feeling gojo start to rub circles against your cunt only to spanks it. “you always did never knew how to be a good girl.”

you moaned— almost forgetting how filthy gojo was when it ever came to being between your legs, his saliva trickles down your folds, and he slides a finger inside while laying his pink tongue flat, cleaning it up while staring at you openly. “you’re so n-nasty, satoru.”

“maybe, but i know you’re into that kinda thing.” he replies immediately— and there was such sass and sheer arrogance in his tone, you whimpered from how his long slender finger easily reached inside your pussy, slow and tender, careful— you were drenched completely, your head starts to spin, and his words only make you pulsate further and further. 

a tiny mewl left your glossed lips once your ankle pressed against his back— the heel of your foot brushing against his toned back muscles that perfectly hid underneath the fabric of his tight fitted university hoodie. “f-fuck don’t stop s—satoru,” you hissed out in short breaths, leaning back with your legs just spread wide open for him, your eyes create a direct staring contest with the ceiling above you. 

“mpfh—” is all he replies with, and he’s so sloppy with his tongue, just face deep— the tip of his nose brushes and swipes against your puffed pussy and you whimpered, feeling his thumb play between your folds— he slides his middle finger out of you before pulling it out, only to then break his mouth away to start maneuvering a plethora of vigorous circles against your pussy, watching your pathetic poor legs shake and jolt within his grasp. “how long has it been since you’ve squirted, baby?”

“don’t . . call me that,” you moaned— and your sexually irritated tone only makes him chuckle, he brings another spank towards your throbbing soaked folds and you’re already so close— it was embarrassing, you barely lasted a few minutes, yet you were just no match for your dumb cocky ex boyfriend’s tongue— let alone his long slender fingers. 

“i can call you whatever i want and you’ll still get soaked from it,” gojo snickers— bringing an abrupt kiss towards your clit, you ached for your incoming release, you started to feel your nipples throb and poke against your bra, your hand still firmly attached to the top of his head— gripping onto his silk white strands which much intent. “oh, it’s been a while i know, you don’t have to answer that,” and he smiles— dragging his tongue against your pussy before dramatically sighing. “i know your body, princess.”

you continued to whine again and again, like it was just a broken record, gojo’s fingers were just so mean and long— he’s still rubbing circles against your clit, multitasking while lapping his tongue against your sweetened folds, he was just impossible— he was so into it, his eyes were closed, he looked pretty though— long white lashes just fluttering while he ate you out, he was starved, it had been about maybe a good six months since you’d both broken up.

six months felt like six years to gojo. 

of course, he only invited you over to watch a movie— the two of you both shared the same love of horror films, yet now instead of watching movies, you were getting eaten out by gojo as if he was going to die— and according to his dumb knowledge, he was, apparently.

in seven days. 

evidently, you were going to die too— but you figured the entire thing was fake, gojo probably used this as an excuse to eat you out, knowing him he probably would— but if it was one thing gojo satoru was good at, it was pleasing a woman.

he was just addicted to your exquisite taste, his tongue rests flat against your pussy, and he’s just so lewd— such noises coming from his own mouth, slurp after slurp, he’s losing himself with your slick that was already racing down his pale chiseled chin, every few seconds, he’d pull back to swipe a tongue against his lips, a hungry seductive mhm leaving his mouth each time. “you let anyone else play with this pussy?”

“y-yeah.” you moaned, some sort of brattiness returning to you— a tiny smile pressed against your lips, awaiting his reaction only for gojo to meanly spank your pussy and you whimper.

“don’t lie,” he scoffs, and you moan again, feeling him bring two fingers to pinch your pussy, staring at it while his bottom lip pokes out a bit in pure amusement. he hums once he feels your legs start to shake— 

he brings his mouth back against your folds to latch his tongue against your clit, slowly licking before it turns into sloppy sucking— at this point, he was making out with your cunt, a poor mocking imitation of french kissing, really. “ooh. i wonder how many spanks on this filthy clit it’ll take to make you squirt for me, girl,” and he brings his tongue towards the inner part of your labia— giving it a tiny kiss before flickering his half-lidded eyes back towards you. “you’ve always been my messy girl.”

“stop talking,” you whimpered— feeling as if your legs were about to give up any minute, your thighs ached with such greed and ecstasy, you could just taste your incoming release about to come— you’re continuously gripping onto his messy white strands, practically shoving him in and out of your pussy, using his head basically like a rag doll— gojo chuckles against your cunt while his mouth is stuffed full— his lips were pink and slick, glossed and sheeny with your entire slick. “f-fuckkk satoru.”

“sorryyy,” he sneers, his tongue just dips in and out and your eyes start to roll back— so much to where your vision transmits into white practically, your mouth was dumbly prying open just slightly and he was just sucking everything out of you. 

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this, his tongue, you could never get enough of how good he ate you out. he could just go on for hours, happily being stuffed between your thighs. “come on baby, you can do it for me,” he purrs, seductively talking you through your incoming orgasm. he breaks his mouth away to breath, and you let off a cute gasp— feeling him start to rub circles against your pussy as well as smacking it lightly with the palm of his hand. “remind me how messy you always were, yeah.”

“s—satoruuu,” you’d babble, and the circles he made against your cunt with the simple palm of his hand was so hypnotizing— you pulsed tremendously between your legs, still maintaining a tight grip within his hair before you moan— a whiney whimper ripples out your throat, and you finally squirt, gasping out a sweet, “f-fuckkkk.”

“and you call me nasty,” gojo teases, leaning back yet still dragging a thumb against the pretty pulsating nub that was stuffed between your folds, you glare at him— catching your breath, tummy slightly heaving and it felt good— good to where your eyes became half-lidded, and you craved more, his tongue did so many things to you, in more ways than he could explain. 

he sits up to get between your legs, and you whine from your shaky orgasm causing your legs to feel like mush— nerves inside of you making you dizzy and in an almost unknown trance— and he leans in to kiss you. 

gojo expects you to pull or push him away, but you don’t— you kiss him back, your legs wrap around his waist, and he tastes sweet, mint lingered on his tongue, and you moaned in his mouth once he brings a thumb towards your chin to stroke it, the taste of your own sleek slick made you throb a bit too much— it was filthy. 

yet, the phone rings again. 

gojo ignores it— continuing to lock his lips against yours, his tongue goes in sync with your own and you make him grunt in your mouth— it’s sexy, and he’s feeling himself get hard, you have the backs of your ankles brushing against his waist which only makes things more intense— all the while your legs wrapped around him. 

but the landline kept screaming that same repeating ring— and you pulled away, much to a needy pout on forming on his lips. 

“answer it, satoru.” you pant, licking your lips and he catches his breath as well. 

“fine,” he scoffs, getting up— walking towards the ringing landline, growing annoyed at whoever was interrupting the two of you. gojo brings the cold copper phone up to the side of his ear before he mutters in a low vexed tone. “hello?”

you stare, and gojo just shrugs— waiting for a reply, but comes none, just static once again on the other line. he rolls his eyes, hanging it up yet again before dragging his feet towards you, sliding a hand inside of his university hoodie.

“. . . anyways,” he sighs, getting back between your legs— planting a kiss near your neck. “come on princess, not finished with you yet.”

he brings you to his bedroom— the bed you used to always sleep with him in, it smelled just like him, a mere cinnamon aroma, and gojo was . . mean, he couldn’t exactly help it— he missed you, he missed your body, your sweet whiney sounds, and he definitely missed fucking you into the mattress, dragging out orgasm after orgasm out of you as if it was nothing for him— because it really wasn’t. 

“f-fuck baby. that’s it,” he huffs out in a low rasp, you’re laid on your chest— just barely clinging onto a fat satin covered pillow, moaning up an entire storm before he spanks your ass, sinking his thick inches in and out of your cunt.

“. . . mhm . . face up, ass fuckin’ down,” and his voice grows lower and lower— it’s making you wet from his lewd words that reach straight towards your pussy. “missed seeing that slutty back arch, princess. you always know how to take it everytime,” and he groans. “like a good girl.”

you whimpered, his words were just raunchy.

he makes you maintain the arch, and he’s just smacking his hips into you— driving into your very core at full throttle. smack after smack, you’re so dizzy, getting entirely drunk from his dick that it’s simply embarrassing—

gojo grabs on your right wrist and pins it against your back, his thrusts just becoming sloppier and sloppier. “y-your pussy is just—” and he pauses, letting off a needy moan, “throwing itself at me— over and over and fuckin’ over . . damnnnn.”

you’re whining— his weight pressing down against your ass, you’re resting down on your arms, he’d just so deep, stuffing you full of girth that you’re just in a complete trance— 

heavily to where gojo leans up close to you, a hand softly wrapping around your throat, the pad of his middle finger swiftly brushing against your neck and he feels the needy vibrational noises you made with just your mouth— 

so loud, so noisy.

“. . . i missed you,” he coos, and his voice was low, he’s next to your ear, and he means it, each mean thrust against you, gojo starts to grow vocal— moaning such slutty moans against your ear with a hand softly wrapped around your throat. 

“. . . s-so bad.” he moans, you whimper from the way his cock bullied it’s way in and out of your cunt, singing out such salacious soaking squelches—

the pure definition of lewd.

that’s the perfect word for your pussy.

just lewd.

“baby, i wanna hear you. don’t try to hide your moans— you can be a little slutty for me, h-heh. i know how much this filthy pussy misses me. it’s so talkative, listen to it with me.”

you suddenly grow quiet, moan after moan, practically being shoved into the fat mattress on constant repeat, his girth stretching your tight pussy, and you hear it— 

your cunt spitting out noise after noise from gojo’s throbbing dick, verses rippling from your folds practically— he couldn’t get enough of how drenched and soaked you were, it gets him so feral— and that’s when you whine, his base smacking against you— and he groans. “s-satoru, you only invited m—me over so you could fuck me.”

“that’s not true,” he huffs out, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips— his hips were just vigorously driving into you now, making you keep your arch again and again. “i invited you over because i missed you. but your pussy isn’t complaining, so . . . ”

“just shut up and fuck m-me.” you babbled, mentally rolling your eyes— such a blabbermouth, gojo always talked and talked and talked— even while he was deep in your guts— he was never one to shut his mouth. 

“that’s what i’m doing, brat.” he grunts— replying sharply, and his hits against you are so good, it’s just about having your tongue to start lolling out, so deep, it’s got your head spinning and spinning like a merry-go-round. “gonna m-make me fuckin’ cum.”

he can’t help but be a bit rough— he scoots your hips up closer towards him, pumping thick inches in and out of you constantly, it’s a repetition, he clings onto your waist, soft pads of his thumbs brushing against your hips— it’s soothing in a way, despite his nasty hips driving you to complete insanity. 

“inside, s-satoru.” you whined— and he presses his weight against your ass once more, thwack after thwack it’s got your body responding with a plethora of jolting movements— gojo knew how to fuck, specifically, he knew how to fuck you. 

“nasty girl,” he grunts— and a whine rips from out of you, the very curve of his cock, traces inside of you with each deep sensual hit and smack against your rear— he brings a few spanks to your ass and you’re just whimpering — he gets off on the sheer recoil, swiping a tongue against his lips before groaning, “f-fuckkk— gonna stuff you full princess, take every drop and don’t spill it.”

and once gojo came— it was so much, thick velvety ropes poured out, and he shook, biting down on his lip once more, he slows his strokes down, pausing his hips and you moan— feeling him suddenly bring a hand towards your back, touching near your spine as he filled you up— his mouth felt dry, and he groaned, his hefty base just jackhammering time after time against your cunt.

“s-satoru.” you mewled, and your eyebrows furrow once he suddenly pulls out— you immediately pout, and he grabs ahold of his length— slapping his leaky tip against your puff folds, over and over and over— a small grunt leaves his mouth as he fixates his eyes on your pussy— 

so filthy, pretty dumb folds just oozing with his cum spilling out, your back was still arched as you faced forward, making a cute attempt to wriggle your hips so he could continue. 

“mhmmm jus’ like that, girl,” he grunts, bringing a thumb towards your pulsating bud between your folds— you whine once he starts to plug and stick his cum back inside since it was so messy, he's already got you dripping down your thighs with his seed. “m-milked me so good, but there’s still more i wanna fill you with, baby.”

and gojo does— he shows how much he misses you by fucking you stupid, stuffing your pretty needy pussy with every ounce of him— and whenever gojo came, he came a lot, thick stringy ropes— he couldn’t help it, each load he gave you he’d let off the sweetest sultry moans, he’d do this thing everytime— cocking his head back, the slightest form of his adam’s apple showing, muscles contracting, it was sexy. 

yet by this point— after being filled to the brim every single time, you were riding gojo now— he laid back against the bed— you whine, starting to  rock your hips against him, and gojo’s got a entirely flustered— seeing you ride him, merely struggling to take him at first— 

he was so deep, you bit down on your lip, clenching onto his thigh before whimpering, your panties were lazily pulled to the side, and he’s staring at you with that annoying gaze, a near sneer pressing against his lips. 

“you’re so hot when you struggle,” he grins— a raspy guffaw leaving his lips, and he brings two rough hands towards your ass— lightly squeezing it with his palms before spanking your and you moan, returning his stare with a vexed glare. “still gotta do everything for you, princess. that’s okay. you always were my dumb pretty girl.”

“stop talking.” you whined — and he’s stretching you out, you were just sopping wet all because of him— strings of his cum started to race down the sides of your inner thighs, you swayed your hips against him and he was just so deep.

it’s carnal, the way it makes a dirty itch commence in your brain. you were so tender—just gojo touching you was enough to make you spasm, it was embarrassing. 

he chuckles— yet he pauses once you lightly shove him back against the fat stuffed pillows, taking somewhat control of your movements— and a single gasp gets caught in his throat. “s-shit, baby. i just f—fuckin’ came. fuck fuckkk—”

gojo watches as you move against his lap, his throbbing cock coated with a few veins just pumping in and out— his base thwacking against his skin, his head leans back— 

long pretty white lashes flutter as he stares up at the ceiling, taking a moment to swallow. “g—god, you’re a little s-slut for fucking me like this a-angel. making me f-feel good.”

“and you’re still talking,” you moaned with a bit of hidden sass, and that earned a smile from him, even while he’s chasing his incoming high, his white strands were messy from the constant jittery movements— he was just no match for your hips, it never failed to get him weak in the knees.  “just s-shut up, satoru.”

“make me.” he whines back. 

you glare, leaning in to kiss him— and he expects it, returning it before grabbing onto your ass, making sure he’s pumping inch after inch inside of your pussy— your thighs painted exquisitely with his seed, sashaying your hips against him— he groans in your mouth, before it turns into sweet melodic moans. gojo couldn’t keep his hands to himself— not when it came to you. 

“fuck . . fuck me, baby.” he moaned— pulling away to stare at you, his voice trembled a bit, licking his lips before leaning in to nibble on your bottom lip. “i need y-you, make me cum.”

his voice was filled with so much desperation— a quaver in his tone as you reached down to rub against your clit, continuing to rock against him back and forth, back and forth— your head raced miles a second and gojo’s so loud— his moans rang around the paper thin walls of the apartment. 

“fuckkk this pussy is just nasty,” he groans, and his head goes back— his hand barely gripping onto your ass anymore, his jaw clenched, such bass in his words before he feels his shaft poke against a certain sweetened spot of yours, and you whimper loudly. “keep it in. fuckin’ keep it for me—”

he moans, and the head of his cock kisses against your folds— realizing how far gojo was inside your pussy made you throb and clench around him— he shivered a bit, giving you yet another load, he lost count by this point— as if it was some sort of competition— let alone contest, although it was safe to say, you were stuffed full, to the absolute brim. 

you pant, he’s still throbbing inside of you before you lean in to kiss him— gojo slings a hand around your waist, sliding his tongue against yours before out of nowhere his body jerks. 

you furrowed your eyebrows, watching him start to jolt— before he slumped onto the bed on his back.

“satoru . . ?” you stammered, wondering what happened— your heart beats rapidly and he wasn’t moving, you leaned in— not knowing what to do, staring right into his face, raising your voice and your voice cracks. “s-satoru?”

there’s no reply.

you’re growing more and more panicky as each second passed — his eyes were closed, and you’re just confused, was he . . dead . . ? you brought a hand up to his face— lightly smacking him, and again there’s no reaction. 

so out of nowhere— you feel a tear roll down your cheek. “satoru? this isn’t funny. wake up, i never got to tell you that—” and you pause, a single tear landing on his pale cheek, your voice growing tiny, turning into an almost sweet defeated murmur.

“—that i love you.”

yet seconds later, his eyes flutter and he grins. “awww really?”

you were embarrassed— your mouth slightly opens, completely unamused, and you smack his chest, sitting up. 

“. . that’s not funny, asshole. i-i thought you were dead.” you stammered, feeling yourself get hot from all over your body— your heart still pulsed, and you started to actually wonder deep down, if you did in fact still have feelings for him. 

“well, baby i’m not dead.” gojo snickers— and you only glare at him, sliding your clothes on before walking out the bedroom. he rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin— noticing you left your panties, coated with morning but his cum. “. . i love you too, heh.”

gojo sits up, with a smile on his face— glancing at the clock near his dresser, it reads close to midnight, and he stands up to stretch. he had to show the tape to someone— and that someone had to be you, someone he loves. loved.  

little did you know, how stupid you were. 

perhaps everything was planned after all along, now if only you didn’t watch that stupid tape with gojo— because in approximately seven days,

you were going to die. 

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[t0jivs]

when he came on the screen so did i.

Revived 🥲

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[t0jivs]

oh my goodness

⤷BIG_DICK_DADDY_69 IS ONLY 8 MILES AWAY, CHAT WITH HIM NOW.ᐟ t.fushiguro

★W0RD C0UNT: 400★

۫ ⋆ ࣪.+18 content, big dicked toji, size kink, afab!reader, reader is not small toji is just massive, implied cybersex/sexting/nude sending, small belly bulge, protected sex!!, cervix fucking ۫ ִ ۫ ⁎ .

a/n: requested by my bff @ashvie, sorry 4 the long wait and for it to be small mi vida i was really busy and need to study for an exam. might expand on this soon.

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it was your first time being eaten out with such conviction and dedication. no one's tongue has licked, flicked and lapped around your pussy and clit the way toji's doing. his thick, rough fingers complimented the arising pleasure by sliding them in and out from your hole easily, stretching you for what is to come.

though, he knew you could take more than one would at first glance assume. he had the pleasure and exclusivity to see you stretch out your cunt through his phone screen multiple times. jealous but eager to be the one to replace your girthy toys with his massive cock.

toji knew you would love it; love him and his attributes. as you showed that love every time he sent you dick pics or recordings of him fisting himself with the thought of you.

now, he has a live show, one in which he partook, one in which he would seize to the maximum. if he wasn't so busy munching on your core, he would definitely take out his phone and hit the record button.

with a final slurp, toji retreated his lips from you, placing a condom on his heavy shaft and aligning himself for a smooth entrance. "you ready pretty girl?"

"what d' you think?" he chuckled at your stammering.

"i'll quiet your bratty attitude soon enough." true to his words, once he pounded and found comfort inside your tight creamy walls all you could muster were shrieks and moans of pleasure.

pressing you down on the bed, toji observed a small, barely noticeable but ever present bulge forming at your pelvis. his rugged hands pressed onto the skin, feeling as he reached the deepest crevices of your pussy.

the enchanting grip he hold on you kept you dumb, creaming and coating his covered cock with each thrust he provided. your eyes rolling back once he pressed down on you, feeling as he abused your cervix consistently. leading it to an all night fucking session.

surely enough you were going to hold back the 'i love you' once you rise from your deep slumber in the morning.

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[t0jivs]

need this rn.

full nelson w gojo or toji🤐

a/n: chose toji bc i have . a lot of gojo requests plus i havent written for toji in so long :3 also didnt know why i made this goofy and cute. enjoy!

warnings: fem!reader, pet names, implied orgasm denial, playful banter, fingering, clit stimlation, riding, full nelson, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

you were never one to hide your feelings and needs from toji — it was your advice at the end of the day where the assassin had confessed every single terrible thing he’s done and you still embraced him in the dingy motel under the fluorescent light. he had to do what he had to do even if his kills had terrified you a little—

but now he’s put all the assassin business behind him for a peaceful life with you where you showed him every ounce of the love he didn’t get to receive before.

you try your best to follow your own lesson — keep communication open and to be honest — but sometimes it was difficult with toji’s green eyes and hard stare boring into your eyes. they made you feel small and intimidated, something you always felt when you wanted to bring up something more intimate.

“you look like you’re constipated, kid, what’s up?” he asks without turning to you, possibly seeing your shaking hands from earlier. you can see the reflection of the television in his eyes and you‘re getting ready to speak . . that is until he turns to you.

toji raises an eyebrow, not missing the way your eyes dart down to his tongue licking his lips.

“u— uh, nothing, babe. all’s good.”

toji only hums and gets back to his baseball match, but surprises you a second later when he tugs on your waist. he smirks a little at your little yelp as you settle (or rather, were forced to) on his lap and he tilts his head, taunting you for your question.

“c’mon, spit it out. didn’t we promise to be honest?” your boyfriend questions, “and i’m not ’bout to run a therapy session—”

“iwanttotrysomethingwithyou.”

“slower, baby.” toji has a hand caressing your hip and the other blindly reaches for the TV remote, turning down the volume on the commentator’s annoying voice. he eases you into what you want to say.

“i want . . to try something.”

“in what sense? this better not be one more of your tiktok dance c—”

you giggle, “no! no, it isn’t that. i want to try . . the full nelson . . with you.”

toji clicks his tongue and you hate the heat on your cheeks once a smile spreads on his face because this was exactly the reason why you didn’t want to bring something up as embarrassing as this to him, because you could already see the amount of teasing he’d give you.

your moans descends into a complaint when toji yet again pulls his fingers away from your gaping hole, whining when you’re so close to your orgasm and yet he takes it away from you.

“tojiiii—!” you pout, grinding your hips into nothing while he enjoys the way you thrash around on bed and hope for something more than just his fingers in your cunt. not to mention, he’s been neglecting your clit, driving you to insanity on his fingers alone.

“want ya to cum on my dick, doll, ’m not that mean.” you roll your eyes, letting him devour your lips and manhandle you easily until you’re in reverse cowgirl.

he only nods towards his pelvis, “c’mon. ride me.”

your jaw drops — “first, you deny me my orgasm then you ask me to do all the work?” you know he’s truthful when he says he isn’t that mean, especially with how loving he is to you today, but this little teasing side of him still makes you grunt in annoyance. he has something up his sleeve, though.

you tsk, turning away from him and you can hear his smirk, possibly at your ass as you grope around for his cock for a few before you actually get it.

“man, shut up! i’m trying to find it.” you grumble, before finally getting it and he laughs — but it’s cut off. your playful banter is interrupted momentarily when you drag his tip along your folds and you smile upon toji’s hiss; and when you sink down you can feel your throat become dry, jaw dropping at how he stretches you out. you’re never used to it.

“t . . toji—” you squeeze his thighs, feeling his hands move to grab your ass and hips. he helps you bottom out, letting out a few grunts of his own. “feels s’good.”

“y—yeah? f-fuck . .” he swears when your hips start moving and you both can hear your drenched cunt from your delayed highs, each time increasing in volume from how you slam down onto his pelvis. toji can feel your arousal spurting everywhere, hips meeting yours halfway in needy movements.

you’re so drunk on his cock that you don’t realise the sheets turning wet with your cum, pressing harshly on toji’s thighs as you ride him. the other admires how your ass jiggles with each contact made with his crotch, alongside the beautiful moans that you let out.

you’re tired fast, thighs burning and heart pumping and you’d wish toji would take over already. he catches your drift soon enough, always observant as he meets your tired eyes. but he has to smile knowingly and your eyes widen when he prompts you backwards with his cock still in you.

“easy . .” he whispers as he brings your legs up to your ears like he would in a mating press, and even then, your eyes are already rolling back. your head falls on his shoulder in a shoot of pleasure, breath shaking with the first thrust he does.

this submission of power always sends you reeling — how toji slowly takes the upper hand from you by snapping his hips into yours as you stay limp above him. but it goes above that. toji locks his heands behind your head and you’re completely trapped.

“feel me in ya, doll?”

all your reply consisted of were moans and whimpers and a clench of your cunt, heating up when you feel his chuckle along your ear. “movin’ now, baby.”

you swear you see heaven when his shaft rams into you from below and toji groans into your ear. you were just so damn tight, pussy sucking him in that he has to take a minute before his hips properly move and you’re like a fuck toy. your tits bounce with each thrust and your limp body is held up by toji.

“you’re so . . fuckin’ wet, princess.” he mutters, wishing he could see your fucked out face at the position. from here, he can barely see your cunt, too, but if it’s what you want, he’ll happily fold you in half any day.

“toji, toji, toji,” is all you have in your brain, loving the way he impales you with each movement of his hips, feeling each vein on his throbbing, fat cock that you attempt to reach down to rub at your clit. he delivers a particularly hard thrust that has you mewling.

“don’t.” slowly he removes one hand, tuts when your leg starts to loosen. “keep it up for me baby, c’mon, yess . . that’s a good girl.” you listen like a dog to his owner, trying your best to keep your leg where it should be before you’re letting out a loud, almost pornographic moan. his fingers feel so rough against your clit, slapping it obscenely and noisily just as his hips never stop.

“you’re close, yeah?” toji whispers, thrusts starting to turn sloppy. his ass is aching along with his thighs, pleased when you nod. “then cum with me, dollface.”

his hand on your clit is ruthless, rubbing circles into it as his cock stretches you out like no other. it’s hitting so deep in you that you hardly have any coherent words, almost driven to your climax when you look down and you can see just how sloppy your pussy is, dripping all over his length and pelvis that there’s strings of your juices.

“give it t’me. cum all over my cock, baby.” is what pushes you over and your whole body shakes in his hold, vision turning white as you ride out your orgasm. his thrusts don’t stop, sending you into overstimulation when he ruts into you like a dog, finally cumming deep in you that his hot breath stains your neck. it’s hot and so much, painting your insides white with each ribbon of semen he releases in you.

there’s a filthy push of your cunt when he finally removes his cock from you, that drives out all the cum in you and you’re moaning lewdly when he uses his cock to slap your cunt; you hear just how wet your connected bodies are.

toji just chuckles when you grind down on his tip. “little cum dump just f’r me.”

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[t0jivs]

DAYUMMMMMM

S

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[t0jivs]

had him like this last night 😝

this is what he looks like when you suck his dic—

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