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ohbo-ohno · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 17 - Orgy
Soap x Gaz x Ghost x Price x Rudy x Alejandro x Reader - 5.3k (on ao3)
summary: You have an orgy with your favorite boys. (Reader POV)
cw: double penetration in two holes, double penetration in one hole, spitroasting, sex in front of other people, very light soft degradation, praise, overstimulation
note: this doesn't even have an ATTEMPT at plot alright? we're here to be horny and move on. also i think this is more gangbang than orgy but whatever lol
You’re not sure who you’re making out with. It’s not like you care all that much - laid out on the bed like a queen, Price serving as your throne where he holds you half up with your legs spread - you’re perfectly content to just sit and kiss, for hours on end.
It was Soap first - Soap and his messy kisses, broad stripes licked into your mouth, sucking on your tongue so vehemently you nearly thought he was trying to keep it. He was playful, nipping at your lips, grinning everytime he pulled back enough for you to see.
Then Gaz, who shoved Soap away to have a turn with you. They’d bickered for a moment before Price, from over your shoulder, big hands cupping your chest and massaging, reminded him that he could lick your pussy too. He was more than happy to duck down after that, leaving you with Gaz. 
Gaz was sweet, long slow kisses that matched the way Price groped you but were a sharp contrast to the eagerness Soap had. Kyle peppered your mouth with kisses, layering them one over the other and hardly giving you time to breathe between them, while Soap ate you with a fervor you’ve never felt before. The difference in pace left you squirming, just a bit, but Price kept you still for them.
You’re not sure when Gaz left, but Soap’s work on your cunt felt so good, so overwhelming, that you couldn’t open your eyes even to see who next took a turn.
He’s got scruff on his face, which you feel rubbing against your cheeks and your palms when you reach up to hold him. His kisses are fun - you can feel him smiling and humming into your lips - and he works your mouth slowly, tangling your tongue together. Where Soap and Gaz had wanted to explore, your mystery man wants to play.
You want to look and see who it is, but the pleasure doesn’t let you, Soap’s mouth on your clit, two of his fingers buried deep in your ass, Price giving you sharp little pinches around your areolas - it all keeps you just a little too foggy to work up the energy. You’re content to luxuriate in the sensations, to relax back into Price and just let your body feel.
“There you go, doll,” Price coos from over your shoulder. “Nice and relaxed for us, yeah? Gonna need you to stay like that if you want to take us all.”
“Please,” you breathe between kisses, eyelashes fluttering as you finally manage to look up. “Wanna feel you all.”
It’s Rudy above you, a soft smile turning his lips up and leaving crinkles at the corners of his eyes. You reach up to cup his cheek, but at that exact moment Soap takes your clit between his lips and sucks, and your movement is halted as you moan.
You hear and feel both Rudy and Price laugh, and Rudy leans forward the last few inches to nuzzle his cheek into your palm. The two of you lean foreheads against each other as you moan, hips making small grinding motions into Soap’s face.
“You will,” Rudy says. “You’re a good girl, yes?”
You nod with a small keen as Johnny starts to work a third finger inside of your back hole.
He smiles. “Then you’ll take all of us.”
Alejandro replaces Price behind you at a certain point, his hard muscle a much less comfortable chair compared to the soft layer of fat lining Price. He’s smaller though, which means you can roll your face back into his neck and he only has to duck a few inches to give you the kisses you silently request.
“Out of the way, hermano,” Rudy says, softly shoving Soap away from you by the shoulders. Johnny doesn’t go easily at all, growling a little and hammering his fingers into you just a bit harder, enough to have you gasping and squirming. Ghost grabs Johnny by the nape of his neck before he can get too aggressive, yanking him away with an unimpressed look. 
“Thanks,” Rudy says on a laugh, getting a nod in return from Ghost. “Now, for you,” he turns to you and smiles, settling himself between your widely spread thighs so his hard member rests on your center, shaft pressing against your clit. “You ready to take us both, cariño?”
“Yes,” you sigh, pulling away from Alejandro and his absolutely sinful mouth, shooting both of them your best pleading look. “Please, want to feel you.”
“Shh,” Alejandro soothes, stroking one hand down the center of your chest and the other lining his own head up with your stretched hole. “You’ll get what you want, just relax for us.”
You take a deep breath, let your eyes slide shut. On the exhale they both push in, a slow thrust that leaves you feeling like you might burst. The three of you moan in sync, your head thrown back to Ale’s shoulder, his forehead falling to your temple, Rudy curling over so he can mouth at one of your nipples.
It takes a bit for them to bottom out inside of them at the slow pace, both of them large men. You’ve never had something quite so large in your ass, but the stretch feels exquisite.
The three of you are panting in sync as soon as you’re filled to the brim.
“You first, hermano,” Alejandro says from above you, his voice rough with desire.
Rudy laughs a little breathlessly. “I’m not going to argue with you.” He pulls far enough back to give you a long, sweet kiss, pulling away with a playful nip before holding himself up. He rests his hands on Alejandro’s shoulders to give himself the leverage that he wants.
“Feels so good,” you moan, undulating your hips just enough that they both pull out and sink back in. “C’mon, need it.”
Alejandro laughs, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “Be patient, amor, he’s gonna give it to you.”
You try to shoot Rudy your best you better look, but it’s probably a little dulled by the man sucking hickies into your neck. 
Rudy fucks you deep. On each thrust he pulls out nearly the entire way, and each time he pushes back in he nearly hits your cervix. He’s not slow, but he’s not fucking you like an animal either. He feels perfect inside of you, sliding along that spot inside of you and bumping your clit every time he bottoms out.
The two of you moan loudly as he fucks you, Alejandro grunting at the sensations he’s getting, the way you clench down on him like you never want him to leave. You blink wet eyes open, glancing over to see what the others are up to on the other side of the bed.
You see Gaz with Price’s dick in his mouth - not sucking, just warming him - and Ghost jacking a very wiggly Soap off. They’re all staring at the show you’re putting on, all a little red in the cheeks with heavier breaths.
Price meets your eyes first. “You making them feel good, pet?”
You nod as much as you can manage, breath hitching when you try to answer.
“She’s unimaginable,” Rudy pants from above you, hips working just a bit quicker as he nears the edge. “Tight like you wouldn’t believe.”
Alejandro laughs at that, one hand slipping down your stomach to explore the soaked folds of your cunt. “Won’t be once we’re done with her.”
You moan when he finds your clit, rubbinb you in fast and rhythmic little circles that drag you right to the edge.
“Don’t leave her so loose we can’t have any fun,” Ghost gruffs, nearly drowned out by the moans and slick slapping sounds filling the room.
“Not-” Rudy starts, then stops to catch his breath as he starts to really fuck you, thrusts hard and pounding. “Not selfish, h-hermano.”
There’s a small laugh at that, but you don’t know who it’s from. You’re too focused on arching your back as much as you can, clenching down hard on the cock still stuffing your ass but not doing a thing, the way Alejandro’s fingers are driving you insane with their perfect little motions, and the way Rudy’s hitting every perfect spot inside of you.
“Gonna- gonne come, please, feels so good!” You gasp, moaning and letting your head roll back onto Alejandro’s shoulder, hips moving in a desperate attempt to push yourself off that cliff. Your hands come back to grip Alejandro’s head, and he presses kisses to your shoulder.
Finally, finally, you manage to reach that peak. You moan loudly as your thrown into an orgasm, body going completely limp between the two men, cunt clenching along with the waves of pleasure and milking both of them.
Rudy comes just after you, your inner muscle’s massage triggering his own orgasm. He buries himself to the hilt inside of you when he does, maoning and panting against your skin.
“Fuck,” Rudy hisses over your shoulder, working his fingers and sending both you and Rudy into overstimulation. “Feel so good clenched tight like that, amor, you feel so good for us.”
Rudy lifts his head enough to nudge at Alejandro’s head and you hear the slick sounds of making out as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. Alejandro’s fingers slow as your heartbeat does, working you down from the pleasure in a perfect way. You feel sort of like you’re being caught in a bed of feathers - a sharp fall with a soft fall, wrapped in softness and warmth when you hit the ground.
“Buena niña,” Rudy pants when he pulls apart from Alejandro. “Such a good girl, feel so good when you come around me.”
You can only whine at that, body still a little worked up with both holes filled.
Rudy fixes that problem by pulling out just a moment later, both his and your eyes glued to your hole as he does. There’s a slow dribble of cum as soon as he’s free of you, and neither of you bothers to hold back your moans.
“My turn,” Alejandro says, and you can feel the way he smirks against your neck. “You ready, cariño?”
You take a few deep breaths, let your nerves settle back into your body a bit, then nod. “Yes, want you too, Ale, want you to fuck me.”
“Good girl,” he purrs. A moment later he’s got you flipped onto your front, hands just barely catching you so you’re held up on hands and knees. He’s solid and tall behind you when you glance over your shoulder, hands planted on your hips to keep himself fully inside of you.
He cocks his head to the side a little, asking permission. Like this, you’re just a foot away from the sight of Gaz’s throat working at Price’s length, and over him you can see Soap writing in Ghost’s lap as the larger man gives his cock no mercy.
You shift your knees wider, slip down until your chest is pressed to the mattress, then nod your consent to Alejandro.
He braces you for a moment, giving your hips a quick squeeze as he shifts himself, then pulls nearly the entire way out of you. You shift on your knees a bit, whining at the anticipation, but he only shushes you, giving your hips a quick tap.
He doesn’t fuck you like Rudy had. Alejandro fucks you deep, but hardly pulls out even half-way on every thrust. It’s like he wants to be as connected to you as possible, keeping as much of himself buried in your heat as he can while still making himself feel good. The short, sharp thrusts leave you moaning on every breath, the sounds punched out of you.
“Good girl,” he moans above you, grip brusing on your hips. “Such a good cocksleeve for me, yeah? Nice and tight around my cock… clench down for me, amor, make it feel better.”
You listen to his command, moaning even louder when he feels that much larger inside of you. Clenching your rim tight around him makes the stretch burn just the slightest bit, even with all the prep you’d gotten, and you relish in the slight sting.
“Don’t foget about her,” Rudy pants from where he’s collapsed beside you, eyes glued to the way your cheeks bounce on every thrust. “She feels best when she’s coming.”
Alejandro bites out a curse, one of his hands leaving to move back to your slick folds. He tucks two fingers inside of you, drawing a loud cry from your throat, and rubs the heel of his hand against your swollen clit.
“Alejandro!” You shout, pushing yourself back on him and his hand to try and get more of the perfect sensations. “P-please, feels so good.”
“Yeah?” He leans over you, breath ghosting over your back as his thrusts get a little sloppier, a little harsher. “Feels nice, huh? Both holes stuffed full, just the way you were meant to be.”
His own words are what set him off, his dirty talk fading into a stream of moans as he stiffens buried inside of you, the hot splash of cum coating your insides. He works his palm and fingers slowly in your cunt, and you’re brought to a rolling orgasm, clenching hard on him.
Your moan is nearly pornographic, face squished against the sheets and back arched so your ass stays high in the air. He grinds his hips into your ass, getting as much of his dick inside of you as he can while you milk the cum from him.
He pulls out uncermoniously, and you can’t help but whine a little sadly at the sudden emptiness as both his cock and fingers leave you. He hushes you a bit, fingering some of his come back into your loose hole. “There you go, keep it nice and warm for me, cariño.”
“Alright,” you hear Ghost grunt from in front of you, open your eyes up just in time to see him throw Johnny off his lap and stand to make his way to the other side of the bed. “Our turn now, fuck off.”
Rudy and Alejandro both laugh good-naturedly, shifting to take their places beside Price and Gaz. You see the two of them cuddle up together, their slick cocks resting by one another. Gaz has shifted to nursing Price’s balls as he smokes a cigar, blowing the smoke straight up to the ceiling.
“Head up, c’mon,” Ghost grunts as he shifts onto the bed in front of you, resting on his knees and holding his dick straight out as you push yourself up. “Johnny, you can have at her cunt. Don’t come before I do.”
“Yes, Sir,” Soap says, and you just barely have time to brace yourself for the rough fucking you know is coming when Johnny rams himself balls-deep inside of you. You both moan loudly at the feeling, and you fall back down to your elbows.
Ghost doesn’t bother telling you to sit up again, instead just grabs you by the hair and pulls up until he can slip himself into your mouth. With the way Soap is pounding you, you’re forced to nearly deepthroat him as soon as your lips close. 
You gag immediately, scrambling up onto your hands to try and save your poor throat. It’s almost impossible to think past the way that Soap uses your slick hole, the pounding making stars appear across your vision.
Ghost laughs at you when tears start to leak down your cheeks, one hand coming to pat you just a little harshly on the cheek as you’re fucked back and forth on his dick.
“Don’t even need to do anything, do I?” He hums, the hand on your face moving lower to wrap around your throat, making it feel even more like you’re choking. “Doing good, Johnny, you’re practically fucking her mouth for me.”
Johnny’s far past the point of words, only managing to moan as he huncehs over your back, lips tracing patterns across your shoulder blades and leaving trails of spit.
“Yeah, good boy. You’re a good girl too, sweetheart,” Ghost praises, using the hand on your head to brush the hair away from your face. You look up just in time to catch the smile on his face as he stares down at you. “Such a good cock sucker. Why don’t you use your tongue a little, c’mon. Don’t make Johnny do all the work now.”
It’s hard to work past the pistoning into your cunt, but you manage to listen to Ghost, licking up the underside of his length as best you can while being fucked raw. Johnny’s pace never falters, and you have no idea how he manages to keep himself from flying over the edge.
You trace the vein on the underside of Ghost’s dick with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking to try and make him feel good. You can’t do much to move your head - the palm holding the back of your skull leaves that in his hands - so you try to focus your efforts on what you can do.
The gagging sounds are constant. The way Soap is fucking you, you can’t hold your balance properly, and you end up choking on nearly every thrust.
At some point, Johnny reaches the end of his rope. “Ghost, please, need to come, have to, ‘m so close, please….”
Ghost chuckles, a deep and mean sound. “Can’t hold it?”
A whine from Johnny, and you feel him shake his head against your back.
“Hm. Well, that’s too bad. Both me and our girl here are gettin’ off before you. Why don’t the two of you work on makin’ that happen.”
It takes you a moment to understand what he means, but when Johnny’s fingers start to work frantically at your oversensitive clit, you understand. Your eyes roll back in your head at the pleasure, and it’s all you can do to keep from going completely limp and suffocating on Ghost’s dick.
“There you go,” he moans, thrusting a little further into your mouth. “Feels good when you moan, sweetheart. Make her do it again, Johnny.”
And he does. You’re trapped in the animalistic fucking from Soap, your poor hole feeling stretched out and used, and you’re unable to escape the relentless pleasure shooting from your clit to your brain.
Both you and Johnny are thankful that it doesn’t take Ghost long at all to come. Once you’re moaning and choking on every thrust, it only takes a few seconds for him to be spurting come down your throat.
He pulls your mouth off of him, holding you back so that he can jack some of the come onto your face. He works his fat cock roughly, and you can’t help but stare at him as he gets himself off. He’s mean to himself, and somehow that’s what gives you the last push you need to clench down hard around Soap.
This orgasm is almost painful. Johnny doesn’t let up on you at all, keeps hammering his cock into you, keeps rubbing just past the line of too-harshly, and it leaves you crying out. You collapse back down to the bed when Ghost lets you, face smearing cum into the sheets. You feel like every nerve is on fire - your clit especially - and you instinctually start to writhe away from the source of it all, from Johnny. 
You hear Price laugh from the side. “Ease up on her, Johnny, you’ve got the poor thing running away from you.”
Johnny whines over your shoulder, digging his teeth into your skin and sucking. Your eyes roll back in your head as you’re forced into an even steeper arch, his cock bullying another inch inside of you.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Ghost grunts, and you feel Johnny pulled off of you. One second you’re receiving a fucking like you never have before, the next you’re left empty and open, legs still spread wide. You can’t help but whine a little, blinking teary eyes open.
Soap is begging from behind you. “No, no, no, L.t., please, I was so close, I can’t fuckin’… please, feel like I’m gonna die-!”
Ghost scoffs and you hear what you might think is a slap. You’re too focused on watching the way Price shifts Gaz off of his cock and up, then moves him like a doll so he’s leaning back agains the headboard and sitting up properly to look over your shoulder at Ghost and Soap.
“You’re gonna die, really Johnny? Stop throwing a tantrum or you really won’t get to come in our girl tonight.”
“No, sorry, sorry, I’ll be good, promise.”
“Then shut up and wait for your command.”
“Yes, sir.”
While the two of them argue, Price leans over to scoop you up by the armpits, wearing a sweet smile. He settles you on Gaz’s lap, knees bracketing his hips, then presses a dry kiss to your forehead. You wrap your arms around Kyle’s neck, leaning forward to nuzzle him as Price gives him the same treatment. His shaft rests perfectly against your cunt, head just poking at your hole.
“Bring him over here, Simon,” Price orders, stroking both of his hands over you and Gaz’s heads. As Johnny settles behind you he slips a hand down to your neck, forcing you to rest your face against Gaz’s throat and arch your back. 
Price stays with the three of you still, using one hand to steady Gaz’s cock and the other to shift your hips, helping you to sink down over it. You both moan into each other’s skin, and you feel a little drool slip from your lips.
“Good, there you go,” Price soothes, petting your thigh and down to Kyle’s once you’re fully seated. “Now, stretch her out a little more to take you, Johnny. Don’t be too quick - I still haven’t had my turn.”
Price stays another minute or so to help you get used to riding Gaz, guiding you up and down in a slow, but filling motion. Gaz is just as overwhelmed with pleasure as you are, gasping and moaning against your shoulder.
Once Price leaves, you feel a finger trace around Kyle’s cock. You jerk forward with a little whine, eyes flying open to meet Price’s where he’s settled against the headboard.
“Just relax,” he soothes as Ghost settles next to him. “Let Johnny fuck you, yeah? You know he’ll make it feel good. Poor lad just wants to come.”
Johnny whines at that, almost an agreement, and you nod a little, canting your hips further back so he’s got more room to work.
The first finger has you moaning, head thrown back at the stretch. He uses the cum and lube from your ass to slick your passage, making the sound of Kyle fucking you even wetter.
Each finger he adds feels like it’ll split you down the middle. Johnny doesn’t rush you but he does move just a bit faster than you might’ve asked - not so fast that you safeword, but enough for you to notice the stretch. Each addition makes you moan, burying your face a little further into the safety of Gaz’s neck.
Gaz himself is moaning on every thrust. The two of you work together, him helping lift you up so you can fuck yourself properly on him. You can feel him sucking hickies into your neck, and the soft throbbing offers a nice distraction from the pleasure wreaking havoc on your body.
Finally, Johnny deems you stretched enough.
“Go slowly,” Ghost warns as Johnny lines himself up with you. Kyle settles you so you rest on his thighs and he’s buried to the hilt, Johnny’s head pushing lightly at your rim. “You hurt her, I hurt you.”
“I know,” Johnny grunts, sinking his teeth into the shoulder Gaz hasn’t claimed. He starts to force his way into your dripping hole, and the three of you groan in unison.
You’ve never been so stretched in your life - as Johnny slowly sinks in you’re nearly convinced you’ll tear. The pressure alone is almost better than anything you’ve ever felt, and you can’t stop the continuous stream of whines and moans as Johnny inches further and further inside of you.
Gaz and Soap are just as far gone as you, both of them grunting and moaning.
“Fuck,” Gaz pants, fingers massaging your hip to keep himself still. “Can feel you, Johnny, you’re so warm.”
“Of-of course you can feel me,” Johnny says, letting go of your shoulder to lick around the area he’d been abusing. “We’re fucking the same hole, mate.” 
You bark out a laugh at that, but it quickly turns into a draw out moan when Johnny buries himself inside of you.
“Let us know when you’re alright,” Gaz says into your ear, voice heavy with need. “We can wait for you.”
It takes what feels like an eternity for you to adjust to the stretch. You rest yourself fully on Gaz’s shoulders, giving him your weight so you can just sit on their cocks. You take deep breaths to try and soothe the growing ache and get as used to the stretch as you can.
It must be several minutes later when you finally nod. “Go ahead,” you breathe. “I’m good, I can take it.”
Johnny laughs in your ear, the sound a little choked. “Attagirl.”
They find a pace that works quickly, Soap thrusting in as Gaz pulls out. The rhythm leaves you constantly filled, one of them always as deep as they can get. It also leaves them both in shambles, the rubbing of the other’s cock combined with your wet heat sending them into space.
None of you are capable of speech, just sounds pressed into each other’s skin. You think maybe Kyle and Johnny lock lips for a bit, but it’s hard to tell past the sounds of your coupling. You certainly don’t have the strength to do anything but lay there and take them into your body.
The way they work you over, one of them is always pressing against your g-spot. The constant stimulation leaves you whining. You feel like you might die, might just burn up into a thousand embers. Every inch of you feels overexposed, flayed open, and your cunt throbs.
You don’t need any pressure to your clit this time. Just the stretch of two cocks at once is more than enoug. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave - you can feel it growing, know it’s going to be catastrophic, and when it hits you feel dragged under 
Neither Soap or Gaz let up as you reach your peak. In fact they only get more vigorous, losing their rhythm as they start to focus on just getting themselves off. You yelp when they bottom out at once, one of them managing to poke at your cervix, and the insticutal muscle spasm has both of them moaning.
Johnny comes first, panting and gnawing at your shoulder as he bucks his hips into yours. You’re convinced there must be red spots on your ass from how hard he thrusts into you, but even that slight pain just makes everything feel better.
Gaz’s orgasm is triggered by Johnny’s - feeling you clench down so perfectly on him, feeling Soap’s cock twitch and throb right next to his, it’s all too much. They’re both thrown off of that cliff edge, moaning into your skin. 
By the time it’s over and you’ve all cooled down, the three of you are left just a limp pile of limbs, unable to do anything but be.
Price is the one who finally untangles you all. He grabs you by your elbows, drawing you away from Gaz and into his arms. You can’t help but wince and cry out when both Johnny and Kyle slip out of you at the same time, your hole fluttering around nothing.
“I know, I know,” Price soothes, laying you on your back. “You’re ok, deep breaths for me now. That’s good, doll, just like that.”
He hovers above you, stroking up and down your ribs while you slowly float back into your skin. When you finally manage to look up at him, he’s wearing a look of such pride that you can’t help but cry a little more.
He coos, swiping away your tears. “Pretty girl, you’re alright. Just one more, and then you’re done.”
You nod. “Want- want to make you feel good too,” you sniffle a bit, leaning further into his hand. “Can’t come again though, won’t feel good.”
“You don’t want any more orgasms?” His tone is a little condescening, but you just shake your head. “That’s alright, honey, you don’t need to get off. Just gotta lay nice and still for me, you can do that, can’t you?”
You nod as he tucks your legs up, pushing your thighs back until your knees rest by your head. The stretch is hardly noticeable with every other sensation wracking your body.
You feel his fingers pet around your pussy, whine when he glances over your clit.
“I’d hoped to have my turn with this little hole,” he hums, tucking a few fingers inside of you and rubbing. You hardly feel them at all. “But it’s too stretched out for me. Bet I wouldn’t feel a thing if I tried to fuck you here, huh?”
You whine sadly at that, burying your face in your calf.
“That’s alright. I know needy girls have to be stretched like that sometimes, it’s not your fault, pet. Just means I’ll have to use your other hole - good thing you have two, hm?”
He doesn’t give you any more prep, just rubs himself a few times and thrusts into your asshole in one long movement.
You’re so fucked out, it’s hard to keep track of his words after that. You can feel them rumbling through your thighs when he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, but they’re unintelligible. All you can focus on are the long, slow thrusts into you. Price drops nearly his full weight into you on every thrust, but each movement feels glacial. 
He’s big enough to stretch you out a bit, to make sure you still feel the slight sting of something too big being where it’s not meant to be. It’s not enough to get you off, but the heavy weight and motions still feel heavenly inside you.
Eventually he comes - you’re not sure how long it’s been or what it is that gets him there, but you feel him jerk to a stop, then feel his come spreading inside of you. It’s a nice feeling, and you smile as you let your eyes drift shut. 
“Thank you,” you hear him whisper, his whiskers brushing over your cheeks. “Thank you, sweet girl. Felt so good for me.”
Things exist in snippets past that.
Someone pulls you up to their chest (you open your eyes long enough to recongize Alejandro, go back to snoozing right after), someone wipes a cloth softly over both of your holes and shushes your whine (you think you see Ghost walking from the en-suite to the bed), someone lays their weight across your back (you feel Soap’s mohawk brush your arm), another over your legs.
You fall asleep like that, dogpiled in bed with your favorite men, all of you drained and sated. You can’t think of a more perfect way to spend a night.
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centaurisolarflare · 1 year
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Hallowed by Your Hands
Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader
Rating: explicit (18+ mdni)
Classification: flashfic
Summary: a little rambling but it’s pure filth, my loves
Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, porn with feelings, sub!ghost, softestdom!reader, touch-starved, desperate!ghost, needy!ghost, obsessed!ghost, crying, brief mentions of killing/violence, the briefest mention of a knife
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Simon “Ghost” Riley is inexperienced and touch-starved and I will die on this hill. He is pathetic and clingy and overwhelmed and completely fucking obsessed with you.
This man. This man okay. ‬
He will wrap all 6 foot whatever, 200+ pounds of himself around you. Face buried in your neck, arms around you, forearms pressed against your back, hands grasping at your shoulders, your waist, whimpering at the feel of you. Lock your ankles around his waist and pull him harder against you and he will sob into your neck. ‬
Needy, pathetic, gasping, hips twitching, wet eyes, sobbing against your skin. God, you want him close? He wants to crawl into your bones. Wants to fucking live there. He can’t believe you want him close. Close enough to hurt you — he knows you know he could kill you, easily — and you’re still letting him put his hands on you. Begging you for more without believing he deserves what he’s already getting. He can’t help but be greedy. Can’t help but feel shamefully guilty about it either.
Yank his hair, make him look at you, his eyes twitchy and darting around — he can’t bear to make eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time — shame, shame, shame, please, please, please. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip, keening when you move against him. Shuttering and crying, holding you so tight it bruises. Crying harder when you brush away his tears, breath hitching when you press kisses all over his face. Forgetting how to breathe entirely when you kiss and bite and suck at his neck. Stuttering mess, screwing his eyes shut to try to talk, tripping over his words but he can’t stop babbling. ‬
“Feel so fucking good, you feel so good. You- fuck, f- hhgn- fuck, make me f-feel. So. G-good. How- ah- how do you feel so- feel so- ah! Ah, ah, nghh, please, p-le-ase, pl-ease, please,”
Panting, whining mess. Still wrapped around you. Desperate. Undeserving. Can’t let go. Won’t let go. Can’t. Never. You’ll have to kill him. Have to kill him. But you don’t. Won’t. You’ve never even hurt him. So soft, so warm, make him feel so good it aches down to his bones, but you’ve never hurt him. He knows, trusts somehow, that you won’t hurt him. Driving into you like it’s his only purpose, hips jerking in short stunted thrusts, grinding against you when he looses focus, trying to keep his cock as deep inside you as he can, face burning red when you call him out for humping against you like a dog in heat.
Stammering, looking away, moaning — open and loud — when you touch his face to make him look at you, telling him to take what he needs. Never hurt him. Hand on his side, stroking, petting his skin. Fingers twisted in his hair, burning, electric, so so good. You touch as much of him as you can reach and he thanks you for it, sweeping your fingers over his fevered skin, he thinks he might die with it. Everywhere you touch glows and he feels holy from it — hallowed by your hands alone.
The broken, wounded-animal noise he lets out when you press your hand against the back of his neck, squeezing the sides ever so slightly as you pull him down to kiss. He’s killed people like that, the brutal dig of his fingers against their airway. He’d let you, he thinks — as you lick into his mouth and he whimpers when you nip you teeth against his lip — he’d let you wrap both your beautiful hands around his throat from the front, he’d let you squeeze until his vision went fuzzy and his lungs burned with it, and he’d trust you to do it. Fuck, he’d let you hold a fucking knife to his throat. The thoughts makes his cock twitch inside you. You’d never hurt him. Feels so fucking good.
He’s a mess of heat and scar tissue and strength. Leathal power clinging to you like a lifeline. You hold him together. Searing through all his jagged-edged pieces like molten fucking gold till it’s all he can see, all he can feel — the warm honey haze of you. You, you, you. Bright as the fucking sun. You. The beginning and end of everything he could ever want.
Breathy, whimpering, keening noises as he cums. He gasps and paws at you, trying to pull you even closer. Groaning as you praise him, basking in being your good boy as he shivers through the last of his orgasm. Sobs and whines and says “thank you, thank you” the whole time. God, he wants you branded into his skin.
You’ll have to wait a bit until you can convince him to let you up to get a rag. Embarrassed but loose limbed and relaxed as you clean him up and kiss his eyelids and make him drink a glass of water. He’s never felt so fucking loved. Never felt so safe as he lays — on his stomach between your thighs, settled heavy on you, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, arms locked around your waist — and you play with his hair and soothe your hands across his shoulders and tell him how good, how beautiful, how perfect, how loved he is. He puts your sweet words against his heart, lines his ribcage with them, like armor.
He says it — his biggest and most treasured truth — softly, carefully, reverently, against your skin, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much,”
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synnthamonsugar · 6 months
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So like I'm not normal about Eris fucking stabbing Savathun with a sword but I'm also not normal about Savathun fucking ....... GIVING Eris her Ghost to do whatever she wants with .... her symbolic heart ... her connection to the Light, the thing she'd spend eons in pursuit of......... GOD!!! GOD!!!!!!!!!!!
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al-the-remix · 10 months
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Years pass but people still remain gross about WAGs. And now they dress it up with “intellectual” terms like industrial complex and post-colonial supremacist whatchamacallit. Give me the messy puck bunny blogs at least they’re open about hating WAGs.
Yeah, I can't say I have many complex things to say on the topic, except that that dialogue has been in this fandom forever (all fandoms forever; tumblr, the birthplace of the 'not-like-other-girls-girl') but it's especially bad in rpf and I'm exhausted of reading the same tired iterations on "well, I could NEVER understand how another woman could live like that--" STOP. Just stop it, it's not your life, and it's likely never going to be your life, for all the aforementioned unfair reasons. You don't have to compare yourselves to them constantly. It doesn't make you lesser or them better for being (presumably) born into a more privileged circumstance and it doesn't make them lesser and you better for achieving some enlightened pearl of knowledge.
The puck bunny blogs irk me just as much, and if you find one better than the other I guess it's more a question of what rolls your stomach more: spite or smugness. But in my opinion, calling Kathy an ageing escort that Sid pitty dates is just as nauseating as talking down your nose about her like she's some ignorant waif that cant make her own decisions about her life or her relationship.
Yes, the NHL is an intrinsically racist, misogynistic, homophobic, capitalist, fatphobic--and all the other bad terrible things--nightmare creature whose ailment runs all the way up to the giant sucking malignancy attached to its heart that is Garry Bettman and Bill Dayley, and further, to the executives that they shill for, and even further back to the time period, tenets, and culture that the sport was founded on. Remember, this is the same organization whose administrative and players (retired and current) repeatedly spit in the face of their teammates who've suffered chronic and debilitating injuries, and continue to mock journalists and veterans who try to bring those issues to the forefront, stating that the injury is worth it to win -- (or that the possibility of injury is worth it, considering these comments so often come from players that are still relatively hale).
Hmmm, sounds incredibly familiar to the position the NHL takes on another rampant issue in the sport: sexual assault.
There's a reason why the NHL is falling behind in popularity (and in value) compared to other sports organisations and it's because they cling to their archaic values and methods and flat-out refuse to let them go -- and thus attract players and administrative and fans who find all that entails appealing. It's not everyone in the sport obviously but it's a large enough faction to keep things stagnant -- just go take a look at Ian Kenedy's twitter page and start scrolling through the replies to his tweets if you want a taste of what we're up against here.
If you want to do anything, ANYTHING AT ALL to help improve the hockey culture, there are multiple avenues to explore that might actually make a difference --first of all getting involved in your community not just the internet community-- in chipping away at who this game attracts, how they see themselves, how they see others, how they see hockey players, and how those hockey players see themselves and others. Those avenues do not include dunking on wags. I get it, they all look the same, haha. it's weird, their children and husbands can't tell them apart, hahaha. There, I said it too and now I never have to hear that fucking joke again. Move ON.
I understand that the lines between reality and fiction can blur easily when it comes to rpf, but making actually, completely serious judgements on other people's private emotional lives and relationships is completely out of the realm of reality. You can't know, you can never know completely. It can be difficult enough to identify these things when it comes to a friend or a family member how are you possibly going to make a pronouncement that someone's relationship is stale or without intimacy or connection when literally have no idea who they really are? I've been stalked and I've had people write fanfiction about me and I can 100% say that what they gleamed of who I was and what my life was like from the outside did not run true.
Analyzing those aspects and their intersexuality is worthwhile -- if anyone has an actual interest in these topics I suggest reading: Wille O'ree's biography, Bern Saunder's biography, Fred Sasakamoose's Call Me Indian, Black Ice: The Lost History of the Colored Hockey League of the Maritimes by Darril and George Frosy, On Account of Darkness by Ian Kennedy, Why I didn't say anything by Sheldon Kennedy, Crossing The Line by Laura Robinson, Major Misconduct by Jeremy Allingham, Finding Murph by Rick Westhead -- There are more than that if you're willing to dig for them ... but especially after the back to back Kyle Beach and Hockey Cannada lawsuits I've just had it to up to here with the takes about the ~uwu poor hockey men~~ and their repressed homosexual longings and lack of overall male intimacy and companionship --- who do you think is doing said repressing?? THE HORRIBLE UWU MEN. (Said in exaggeration and jest but also not fucking really.) They are victims unto themselves. 99% refuse to speak up or do anything about the inequality, harassment, and overall intrinsic issues in the sport, the ones who bravely do are shunned by the others who refuse to help themselves or others. They don't see themselves as emotionally underdeveloped manchildren stranded on the frigid island of masculine solitude and arrested development. They like their lives, they don't care about what kind of impact that lifestyle has on other people (or on the environment or on the economy). They like their cookie-cutter world, conservative sandbox and comfortable wealthy liberalism... and most of all they like their hot blond skinny wives and they don't care what sort of social constructs have led to them pursuing a very specific type of woman. The vast majority of them have zero interest in having their eyes opened to a more complex and diverse worldview and it's not the fault of anyone but themselves, least of all the women who get pulled along in their wake.
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wazzappp · 1 year
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I’m sorry I’ve had this idea since I first read ‘Vengence drives for Uber’ by rokhal.
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For an Nsfw request, what about an Aradia selfcest? Maybe ghost Aradia x living godtier Aradia x robot Aradia?? I think it'd be neat
Yes!!! Thank you for the request. It was definitely super neat :D
Warning: Ghost x robot x troll, wire penetration
-Mod Karkavicious
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natjennie · 8 months
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I can't wait til cap and havers fuck nasty and sensitive style for 35 minutes unedited in s5.
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Fuck wrong one
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Okay I have two
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This is my Lock Screen whatever you call it thingy. As expected right
Then we have my super obscure special interest guy
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He’s my favorite. I love him. He is such a bitch anyways I can explain more in the tags but he’s from the webcomic ghost eyes!
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ohcaptains · 6 months
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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲.
pairing. simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader.
synopsis. simon comes home. he's too tired to fuck you right. eventually, he manages to find the energy.
warnings. 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i’ll find out. female receiving penetration, blonde simon lol, somnophilia, dry humping, pussy smacking, and crying during sex. i am not responsible for your media consumption.
an. :) life sucked so i found a new animated character to obsess over. please comment & reblog if u enjoyed !
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When Simon comes back, he’s dog-tired.
As soon as his feet touch the welcome mat of your quaint little apartment, he feels all of his muscles relax – as if they’re unpinning themselves from his bones – and he has to give himself a pep talk to muster the energy to drag his hand up to ring the bell.
But he doesn’t have to, because you’re ripping the door open – shining like the sun – and pulling him into your body, rendering all 6,4 ft and 240 pounds of the super soldier to complete mush.
For five minutes, you don’t speak. Just hold him, as you gently rub the corner of his jaw, and brush your fingers through his dirty blonde hair. He clutches you to him.
His fat, paw-like hands hold your upper back, and you hold him with the same vigour. His body – wrapped in his black compression shirt and army pants – is rock solid.
It’s a weaving of muscles that have been tensed for the last two months. It’s going to take a minute for them all to soften, but like he always does when he’s been away, Simon lets out a deep and resolute sigh.
The breath warms your neck, causing it to tingle, and you grasp him tighter, your body waking up.
It’s been a long two months.
He manages to push your intertwined bodies through the doorway, using his boot to kick the door shut. His house smells like home -- funny how you can’t smell it until you’ve been gone a while.
Vanilla and a citrus fruit, mixed with the savoury scent of his favourite meal. He hums again, and you scratch the back of his head, sending shivers down his locked spine.
He knows the route to your bedroom like the back of his hand, and he maneuvers the pair of you inside.
The curtains are closed and the bed is made. You know him. You know him so well.
You let him push you back onto the bed – a blur of familiar limbs and hair – and he settles lower, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Immediately, you drag your legs up and cross them over the curve of his ass.
You’re all warm and soft and pliable. Dressed in a pair of simple cotton shorts and a vest top, he wants to grab fistfuls of you and remind himself of how you feel in his palms. Wants to drag his lips over your skin, bully his way between your legs and remind himself of how you taste.
Fuck, he wants you, in a carnal, almost primal sort of way, and you the same. He can smell it. A sweet but sweaty longing that melts from you and causes his senses to wake.
But he’s so God damn tired.
You know. Know this routine. Know that he has to settle back in.
In the meantime, you’ll just have to wait.
You fiddle with his hair. “There’s dinner if you want it,” you whisper into the dark bedroom, looping the strands between your fingers, committing the soft feel to memory.
Simon shuffles just an inch on top of you, but still, the slight movement of his clothes and hard, clenched body against yours makes you take your bottom lip between your teeth.
It’ll be chewed raw by the time he has enough energy to take you. He grunts something into your skin, and after a second, you gather it’s, tired.
His scent clouds you.
When Simon comes back, he always smells the same.
The soap at the barracks is pine scented – shampoo a strict lemon.
But there’s always a leftover grit to him. A hidden layer the soap can’t clean off, and it makes you delirious. Makes you flex your ass up – just an inch, a sweet, gentle inch that has you feeling the hard lines of his thighs and the metal of his zipper, and Simon’s breathing hitches.
You freeze. With your hips pushed tight against his, you stare at the ceiling, hoping that your worn-out soldier hasn’t felt you move.
Simon stays quiet. His breathing settles. You go to apologise, but Simon doesn’t grumble or make a sly comment. Listening closer to his breathing, you gather that he’s asleep.
Jesus, you think, that’s a record. Barely in the door and he’s asleep, he must be burnt out. Figuring that you won’t be able to crawl from under his weight, you decide it’s your bedtime too.
Sleep comes fast.
Hours later, you blearily blink awake. Not much has changed – the room is still dark, Simon is still heavy on top of you, yet now, you’re sticking to him with sweat.
He’s usually a human furnace, but this is different.
Your skin prickles, vibrating at a frequency that has nothing to do with heat. No, this is…you feel a pulsating between your thighs, and wiggle, feeling your slick coating your underwear.
Fuck, why are you so wet? You clench, and the resulting ache forces you to hiss and push your head back against the pillows. What did you dream about? Thinking back, you come up short. Then why--
Simon shuffles on top of you. It’s a slight movement, but it continues, and all at once, your heart clenches.
Holy fuck, he’s—
“Simon?” you whisper, and your boyfriend whines into your neck.
“I’m sorry,” he wheezes, the words wet and desperate. The puzzle pieces lock into place.
He knocks his hips into your crotch once more, and you gasp, clenching, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Simon’s apology comes out again, except this time, it’s christened with a “s-shit – fuck.”
Blinking at the ceiling, you huff and try and glance down, and in the dark, you just about manage to see the outline of his burly body grinding into yours.
You take stock of the situation.
Feel his fat palm around your hip, and squinting, see that he’s got your shorts pulled down around your thighs, and has the band of your underwear looped around his fingers.
Jesus Christ. You fall back into the pillows. “How long have you?” you whisper. “Five – fuck – minutes,” Simon grunts, continuing to roll his thick hips against you. His bulge knocks the edge of your throbbing clit, causing you to gasp again. There’s been no build-up to your want, it’s just there, humming electric, and spread tight over your thighs.
Simon meshes his wet mouth against your chest. He’s tugged your vest top down, too, and his lips close around the skin of your breast. Jesus. He was undressing you as you slept.
“Thought about fuckin’ you, but couldn’t get my pants down, so – shit -- tired. Jus’ woke up and you were just so fuckin’ soft. And wet, Christ, felt you through my trousers.”
Your whole body goes numb. “You were gonna fuck me as I slept?” you whisper, belly flipping. You’d told him – ages ago – that he could, but he hasn’t been here. You’d forgotten.
The image of him pulling your underwear down as you slept streaks across your mind. Imagine waking up with him inside of you, so full and wet and just on the precipice of coming.
Simon grunts. He tugs at the band of your underwear, “I’ll fuck you right, at some point. Just –”
In your delirious state, you manage to finish his sentence, “Tired, I know – I know baby.”
You kiss the crown of his head and whimper into his hair. “Just use me until you’re ready.”
Simon groans out deep and loud. It rumbles against your chest. Echoes through your heart, and you’re so turned on that you begin fidgeting.
You try and squirm away from the stifling ache of your pussy, but Simon’s built like a brick shithouse, so you can’t run from it, just gotta take it and take it and take it, until you can’t anymore, and you break.
You’re so fucked that you don’t even announce that you’re coming, but Simon knows, shit, and as your pussy clenches up tight, he growls low and hard, mumbling, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it, until his movements go sloppy, and his breathing goes laboured, and he’s coming into his pants and mewling your name.
When he finally does manage to get inside of you, he doesn’t last long. No, he pushes all the way to the hilt, and you tighten up.
“Stay” you gasp, clenching your pussy around his shaft, and Simon grunts deep and long into your throat.
“S-Stay there,” you moan, then, in case he didn’t hear you, “Stay,” you whisper, and push the ball of your palm into his thick, scarred shoulder. 
You were teetering on a knives edge.
You’ve come once since Simon was home, and your second orgasm of his return was right there.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Simon groans into the shallow of your throat, “Did we do enough prep?” 
“Yes,” you immediately whisper, not wanting him to pull out. 
He’s thick and pulsing inside of you, hard and heavy on top, and God, he kisses at your throat — soft and gentle. You try to swallow down the ball that has swelled in your throat, but tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill. 
No no no no, you think. Not now. Not now not now. You try to stifle the tears, but you unconsciously sniff, and despite Simon being perfectly still, he still manages to freeze.
“Sweetheart?”
You inhale, “Yeah?” 
Simon looks up; and seeing tears on your cheeks, his face falls, “Did I hurt you?”
You furiously wipe the tears away, shaking your head.
“M’just overwhelmed,” you whisper, and he presses his forehead against yours, going to kiss you, but the movement causes his hips to flex against you, nudging his cock, and you whine, immediately gripping onto the back of his dirty blonde locks. 
Simon drops his face into your chest and lets out a pained rasp, “Tightening around me, kid.” 
You unclench, “m’sorry.” 
“Gonna come quick.” 
“S’okay.” 
“I’ll fuck you right, just gotta…” he trails off and grabs fist fulls of your hips.
“Fuck,” he huffs wistfully, “This pussy. Missed this fucking pussy.”
You go dizzy with need. Shake your head, and bend to kiss him, tasting his wet and swollen lips. Gently, you knock your hips up into his, and when he lets out a surprised grumble, you flex your hips higher, trying to stuff his cock deeper, further – till you can see it pressing into your belly.
Catching onto your plan, Simon grunts and pushes your hips with his fat palms, pinning your ass to the mattress. 
“Stop,” he orders, and the demand goes straight to your cunt. Jesus. He hasn’t been very dominant since his return, and that little instruction has you chomping on the bit.
“Want you, Si.”
“One stroke and I’ll be fucked.” 
“Just gotta practice.” 
He chokes on a laugh, muttering, “Practice.” 
You try another tactic. Clench around his cock and pout, “Want you to come inside me.”
“Fuck,” Simon cuts. You curl your legs back his back and push your foot into the dense muscle of his ass, at the same time rocking your hips up. Simon lets you. Let’s you try and fuck yourself on his cock. With wet lips, you push your mouth into the shell of his ear, shakily uttering his name.
“Gonna fill me up, Si?”
“Fuckin’ filthy, you know that?”
Simon pulls back, and your heart stutters.
You think he’s going to pull out, until he uses your hips to pull you tight against his cock -- your ass nearly sitting on his thighs. His thick, scarred chest is puffed up.
Cheeks red, and he’s got that animal glint in his pretty eyes.
It knocks you for six.
“Where you want it?” he asks, and you’re confused, until he presses the heel of his palm into the middle of your tummy.
“Shoot my load here, huh?”
Your body goes numb. Eyes white out. It happens so suddenly that it scares you, and you’re a mixture of turned on and frightened, but the fear turns you on even more.
All you can do is blearily look up at him as he slides his paw to the other side of your tummy, “or shoot it here. Fuck it so deep that you can taste it.”
He pretends to think about it. Even hums, before he drags his palm up and stuffs his thumb into your mouth. “Or just directly here, huh?” He snarls a smile, “know you like it when your mouth is full.”
You suck at his thumb, and tighten your cunt around his cock, causing his mouth to open, and eyes to flutter, and just like that, you’ve won.
He comes in record time.
But Simon keeps his promises.
A couple of days later – on the seventh day he’s back -- he fucks you so good, that when you wake up the next morning, you get shy just thinking about it. 
Lay in bed, staring at the ceiling – your boyfriend fast asleep on your chest -- remembering the debauchery you’d gotten up to the night before. 
The pair of you are a little tipsy, drunk on beer and wine, but all it’s done is heighten your senses, and made you fully aware of your desires, so much so, that they pulsate behind your eyelids like a migraine.
Simons got you face down, ass up, and as he pushes you face first into the mattress, he presses his thumb against the tight, fluttering hole of your pussy.  
“Gonna let me inside, baby?”
You sink into your thighs and spread yourself wider for him, humming into your crossed arms. Simon watches your pussy spread further, and he can’t help himself, he has to slide his thumb deeper.
He presses, just barely pushing the tip of his thumb into your wet hole, and you gasp, trying to chase the feeling by inching back against his fat palm.  He laughs at you. “Look at your pussy sucking my thumb in, baby. Wish you could see what I’m seeing. So fuckin’ sexy.”
You hum, the words making you wetter – dripping over his thumb.
“Been dreaming of fucking you right, gonna take you whenever I want.”
“Okay,” you whisper, so delirious that you’re not sure what you’re agreeing to. Simon raises a brow,
“Yeah?” he asks, tone breathless. Thought he’d get some pushback on that one, but for a second, he forgot that you said the nastiest shit with his dick inside of you.
You nod into your crossed arms, and Simon laughs again, “Free use pussy,” he sounds, then lightly smacks your sodden folds, causing you to flinch, bucking forward. 
“Oh fuck,” you choke, eyes rolling back. Heat ricochets through your crotch and swamps your belly, before settling back in your aching pussy. Once you manage to collect yourself – and it takes a second -- you huff. “Bein’ mean.”
Simon snorts, grabs your hips, then rams the underside of his cock against your pussy, grinning so big that his scars stretch, “don’t know the half of it, babe.” 
You sob, real tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Your desire is visceral, enough for you to taste it on your tongue. Simon pulls back, and your slick coats the length of his dick, earning yourself another light smack to your cunt.
“Soakin’ me,” he grunts, and you sob into the sheets. “Please,” you whisper, then, please please please, and Simon hears your breathing hitch. 
This time, instead of checking up on you, he chuckles, “Crying again, baby?”
You sniff and wipe your eyes on your wrist, face heating.
“No,” you mumble, and Simon sighs.
He reads you like a book. Always has. Always will.
“Lying to me,” he grumbles, then he steers the uncut head of his cock between your folds, whispering, “Lie to me again, and I’ll give you something to cry about,” before bottoming out in one thrust.
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spideyyeet · 7 months
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✵ SHIELDED HEART ✵ mma!toji
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mma!toji realizing how much he misses his journalist, and hoping that she’s still thinking about him.
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✵ mma!toji x journalist!reader ✵
✵ connected to this fic if you wanna read it first
✵ tags — slight angst, m!receiving blowjob, squirting, age gap (20/32), nsfw, MDNI (18+) size kink, corruption kink, fingering, penetrative s*x, major pussy slapping, cock worship, cum slut, biting, spit kink, praise kink, brat taming, crying, pet names, dumbification
✵ note — actually crying my eyes out a mutual found my fic so this is a repost🥹🥹
18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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your hands were deep in your pockets, shoulders raised, shielding your face from the cold gust of wind. your eyes a bit foggy as you quickly cross the street, trying to keep yourself warm in your large black coat and green scarf, nuzzling your face into it for some more warmth. Watching your warm breath sizzle in the cold air. Until you finally reached your destination.
the sound of grunts and bags being hit, washed in, stumbling in to close the door before another gust of cold air blew in. your face felt frozen, as you shuffled inside. letting out a shaky breath. your eyes scanning the gym.
ever since that night, you had not seen each other. Toji was more than irritated. He had let you put your number in his phone after eating breakfast at a nice little restaurant. He found it adorable when you stood in front of him anxiously typing it in.
“your fingers are shaking,” he pointed, with a smug grin. Your brows knit together, frustrated how flustered you still are around him.
“they’re not,” you shot back.
“mmm,” he said, holding in his laughter as he watched your face scrunch up in annoyance. Quickly adding your name and handing him his phone back.
“my hands…they’re just cold,” you reply, not necessarily lying since it was freezing out and your hands were ice. Rubbing them together for some warmth, selling the half lie a bit. Toji licked his lips, taking note of the way he could see his breath fog in the air. Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his palms enclose yours.
“your body run cold?” Toji comments, the stark contrast of his warm hands holding your cold ones, sent a warm blush running up your neck. Your lips parted to answer, but your voice fell off once he raised your hands to his lips, breathing against your digits, warming them up. “no more complaining?” His eyes looking down at you, taking note of the adorable way your lips were parted.
“wasn’t complaining…” you mumble, feeling your stomach flip as he kept his hands around yours, his lips ghosting your fingers with his hot breath. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes mesmerized by the light pink that dusted his nose, and his green lidded eyes that stood out. Eyes glancing down at his wet lips. Somehow your body had a mind of its own as your index finger slowly peaked out, touching his bottom lip.
toji smiled against your finger as he let you gently feel the warmth of his plump pink lips. he parted them some more letting his tongue touch the digit. His eyes stayed on you, watching your gaze that was locked on his lips. Even after he pounded you last night, taking your little virginity away, and the way he fucked you so easily this morning, you still had the innocence in your big doe eyes. He wanted to ruin you. Every second of every minute. You were in the palm of his hand, he can do as he pleases with you. The cute scrunch of your nose when he bit your finger, had him absolutely melting.
“Toji Fushiguro! That’s you isn’t it!” Your hand immediately slipped from his lips as two men came over jittery. Clearly fans. “Oh man I saw your fight last night, that was incredible! The way you—“
“If you don’t mind,” Toji brushes them off with an annoyed grunt, before his hand came over to your back, getting ready to leave.
“Shit, could we get a signature man. I’ve been a fan for years,” the man pleaded, as the other stood beside you. Toji’s grip tightened on your waist. He was indeed an athlete. However, that’s all he wanted. Dealing with fans, press, whatever the fuck that wasn’t his opponent, always made him tick. Then of course, there was you, he wouldn’t leav—
“It’s fine, I’ll just wait here,” you chimed in. You felt guilty. These boys were clearly big fans, and you didn’t want to get in the way. Toji couldn’t get a word in because you already stepping away, his grip falling absent, allowing the boys to come over.
the fighters jaw tightened as he quickly signed what was in front of him. His eyes glancing up at you every second, seeing you holding your little bag strap waiting patiently. Finally finishing up and snapping a picture, he made his way back to you. That’s when his phone rang. You smiled, letting him know it was fine, Toji sucked in a breath, clearly irritated but answering.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, watching him end the call. Toji looked over seeing your hands deep in your pockets, his hand came up to cup your cheek. “oh,” your voice was small, toji was always catching you off guard. the man felt your frozen cheeks. he casually took the green scarf he was wearing and placed it around you, before cupping your face under the scarf, warming them even more.
“When are you free?” Toji’s face was close, trying to block the cold air. However, the distance already had your body heating up, as you tried to remain calm with the way his large hands held your face.
“This week?” You clarified. He nodded. “um uh…” your brain was malfunctioning. Why does he make you feel like this? He makes you so nervous!
“call me, I want to see you,” toji said, his thumb brushing your now warmed up cheeks. Your eyes staring up at him. so cute. “I have some business with my manager. okay?” Your lips part. But nodding instead, not trusting your voice. Toji’s scar twitched up in a smirk. “what happened to that smart mouth of yours?” Teasing.
“Huh?” Your attitude immediately snapped back, brows pushed together as Toji laughed at the visible vein that popped on your forehead. “Smart mouth my ass, whatever, fine I’ll call you, go do your job, as if I care,” you ramble, rolling your eyes as he laughs, snuggling the scarf closer to your body to keep you warm. “Stop doing that,” you grumble.
“hmm, but you get all red when I do it,” he teases, watching your eyes glare at him and your face burns, however, you still allow him to touch you. just him.
“It’s the cold, don’t take credit for that,” you scoff, looking away trying to laugh off the nerves he’s annoyingly giving you.
“such a child,” toji mumbled. Your lips part, turning back to say something, until he caught your lips. Your eyes fluttered in surprise, but your body automatically responded when his tongue peaked out, lips parting for him. Toji smiled as his tongue teased yours, so grateful for your adorable obedience . Your feet was pushing up, wanting more of him as his hands held your face, as he pulled away.
Your tongue still hung out as he bit it teasingly, a whine escaping softly. your cheeks were squished in his palms, eyes lidded as Toji did as you wanted, letting his saliva roll down his tongue onto yours before he licked your lips.
“should see yourself. all whiny and needy,” he said, watching your eyes stare up at his a little dazed.
“not whiny,” you pout, which absolutely sent the older man, having your cheeks squished and your lips pouting with his spit shining on them.
“mmm okay, I’m leaving now. Didn’t you say your apartment was close?” he said, you nodded letting him know you were okay. he hums, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You felt your heart jump. “call me.” He finally said, before taking a step back.
“Your scarf,” you stutter out.
“Didn’t you say you were red and freezing cuz of the cold?” he walks away, waving a hand. You roll your eyes, jerk. You stood there for awhile before finally making your way back home. You took multiple wrong turns, lost in your head until you finally arrived back at your apartment.
You crashed into your bed, nuzzling your face further into the scarf. Smells like him, you blushed, remembering his touch and lips, your legs unconsciously squeezing together. Would it be too fast to let him know when you’re free now? You felt your heart beating a bit quicker. But he’s not some sleazy college guy, he’s an adult, so does the waiting matter?
Opting to wait just a couple more hours, you got ready to head to work. Which was useless since all you thought about was the man that pounded you this morning and bought you a new camera. Your finger gently touching your lips. “Did you finally get that interview?” Your co-worker broke your thoughts, snatching your hand away from your lips.
“Oh—ya, finishing up the transcript right now,” you said, as your coworker asked how you did it. You waved her off saying you did as she said. It wasn’t until you returned home from work that you sprinted into your room ready to call toji and tell him you’re free tomorrow. But the moment you opened your phone, your body froze.
you put your number on his phone…in other words you have to wait for him to call you first…
Your eye twitched in slight annoyance. So why the fuck did he tell you to call him!?
Tossing your phone on your bed, you stormed out, to grab some food from the fridge. Annoying ass athlete. You grumble to yourself. However the annoyance quickly dissolved into insecurity. No way he said all that just to purposely ghost you right? No—definitely not. Just give it some time…yes time.
Toji’s fist clenched once he realized what you’d done. This couldn’t have been on purpose. When he opened his phone to call you, your name was half written and you hadn’t finished typing your number. That little…
he took a sharp inhale, cooling his head. Of course he noticed how anxious you were typing your number in, then he had to go and tease you about it. You probably got dizzy and typed something fast just to give his phone back quickly.
“Oi Toji get back to it!” Naoya, his substitute training coach, snapped. “You can call your side whores later—“
Toji shoots a glare at the man, letting his words cut off.
Naoya cleared his throat. “Get back to it. You have a flight to catch at the end of the week, don’t forget!”
You spent the entire week checking your phone. Did he not want to call you. Were you really a bother? When he said he hated journalists, did that really mean you too? All these thoughts continued to eat you alive, until you finally decided to head over to the gym and see for yourself.
And that’s how you ended up here. Your hand held the green scarf, not having washed it for a week, because you didn’t want to loose his smell. Your eyes scanned the gym, he wasn’t here. You didn’t know why your chest was tightening, you just wanted to see him—
“Can I help you?” A man who was working out came to you. His eyes bright blue, and hair white. “You’re that journalist that came last week, right?” He remembered, having been there.
“Uh ya…um is toji-san here?” You asked, eyes still looking around for him.
“Ah you just missed him. He left this morning to catch a flight.”
“A flight?” Your voice jumped a bit.
“He’s just going for some sponsorship meetings. I think he’s coming back in two weeks. Do you want me to give him a message?” he asks. Your nails played with the loose string of your jacket.
“yes…if you can just give him my number and tell him I stopped by. if you don’t mind, of course,” you say, not knowing how to feel just yet about waiting two weeks.
“don’t mind at all. anything for a pretty lady,” he smiles. you smiled thanking him, Taking the little post it with your name and number. You thanked him again, making him laugh before making your exit. You stood outside for a moment. Hoping that maybe toji didn’t call you because he was busy, and hopefully when he gets your message he’ll call you. You didn’t want to be a bother, you really didn’t want to get in his way…but…but you couldn’t help thinking about him. Is that so bad?
“Hello, what is it?” Naoya answered the phone, a bit irritated.
“Fuck you have his phone for?” satoru groans hearing Noaya’s annoying ass voice. He never knew why shiu hired him as a substitute.
“What is it?” Noaya snapped.
“is toji there?” satoru asked, holding the post it in his hand.
“No he’s shooting an ad right now, what do you need?” snapping again, satoru rolls his eyes. Toji needs sukuna to come back quick.
“That journalist girl stopped by. Just left a message if you could let toji know,” satoru said, rubbing his eye.
“Journalist gir—“ Noaya stopped remembering. Was that why Toji was frustrated. The journalist is smothering him. “Give me the message I’ll let him know.”
“I’ll just call back—“
“Just give me the message,” Noaya snapped.
“Who was that?” Toji asked coming over to Naoya who ended the call. Noaya waved him off.
“Gojo called just telling you about some boxes that were dropped off with the new gloves,”Noaya lied easily. Toji didn’t respond. Was he expecting that you called? That you found some way to contact him?? Toji took a deep breath, calming his frustrations. He was not some little high school kid, he’s been married before, has a kid, man has a whole life, yet he’s hung up on this little journalist. But…
he missed you. your touch. your voice. your warmth. he may know very little about you…but he wants more. that’s all he wants. more more more. The only thing quenching his need is the photo he took of you last week. He wished he’d gotten another picture, but he’d have to make due with this one.
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You never truly understood romantic relationships. it just never appealed to you. Well maybe you never took the time to understand them—yet…yet this fighter is occupying your mind 24/7. You left the message with that one man about three weeks ago. Didn’t he say he would be gone for two weeks? Does that mean that he was back.
“Are you going to be okay?” You looked up at your roommates. The two were packing up to go back home for the break.
“ya, obviously…got the whole place to myself,” you scoffed, as your other roommate came out with her suitcase.
“you hate being alone,” she pointed, making you roll your eyes.
“alone and lonely are different things. Besides I’m gonna go have drinks with some friends tonight…” you reassure them. Your roommates raised a brow.
“but you don’t drink…” they say.
“well I’m gonna eat and they’ll drink. One of them is paying for it all, so free food, so I’ll also have some for the rest of the week,” you grin, making the two laugh. They left a couple minutes later, closing the door with a sigh, you walk back to your room before crashing on your bed.
your eyes slightly blurry, suddenly realizing the few tears that slipped down. “so annoying,” you mumble, burying your face in the duvet, as you let it soak your tears. this is why relationships suck…this is why you never liked them…and you don’t even know if you’re in one.
beep. beep.
your eyes opened, closing the alarm. sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, taking note of the time. you should probably get ready now. you yawned, shuffling up to get ready to head out to the bar.
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There were many things that ticked Toji off. Of course the main one being paparazzi and journalists. However, something that always riled him up was getting beaten up during training rounds. Though, that has rarely ever occurred, it just so happened to be occurring at this moment.
“What’s wrong with you?!” Noaya shouts, as he circled the outer ring, trying to get Toji’s attention. Toji spat out some blood, as satoru stepped into the ring ending the match.
“I think you should let him rest, Noaya,” satoru interfered, noticing Toji struggle to get his gloves off. Noaya scoffs, storming out. The other fighter quickly left the ring before Toji could pounce him. While Satoru came over to help with the wrappings.
“Is everything alright, this past week you’ve been off your game,” Satoru asks, untying one hand.
“Why don’t you mind ‘yr own fuckin’ business, ay,” Toji spat, lifting his other wrist to his teeth, ripping them off. His knuckles were cut, and slightly bleeding, along with the cut on his cheekbone and lip.
“Don’t haveta come for me, I’m on your side man,” Satoru said, as Toji stood up. “Did you ever get the message I gave, coach?” he asks as Toji stepped out of the ring. Grabbing a towel wiping himself down.
“ya,” toji grunts, assuming it was about the new gloves. Pulling his shorts off and slipping on his sweats and hoodie.
“wanna grab some drinks? cool off?” he calls out, however, Toji had already slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way out. “…okay,” satoru leaned against the ring.
“Why do you try so hard?” suguru said sitting on the bench having seen the whole exchange. Satoru grumbled as he stepped out of the ring as well.
“Maybe cuz I want him to coach me a bit,” Satoru huffs.
“He’s a fighter,” Suguru said, tossing satoru a water bottle.
“He was talking about coaching soon,” Satoru said, chugging down the water. “Just need that prick, Noaya, to leave.” Suguru hummed in agreement.
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The bar was filled to the brim. Fridays nights were usually like this. At least, that’s what you assumed. Pushing your way through, until you finally spotted your co-workers. It was mainly the young staff from the press company you worked at.
“y/n you finally made it!” Kai shouted, waving you down. She was the co-worker that worked across from you. You smiled taking a seat beside her. Most of you nine were students or just graduated. The entire table took shots, while you decided to stick with some water and order food.
You rarely went out when it was everyone that was drinking, however, the free food pulled you in. Yet you still managed to play with your food, mind wandering off—
“hey y/n, you finished the piece on that one mma fighter right?” Alia asked. Your eyes lifted up, nodding your head. “Oh great, cuz the boss wanted me to switch and I really was going too, but then I got that other story on the animals that I’ve been fighting to get,” she ranted, as you nodded.
“Ya, I finished it up a week or so ago,” you said, as Alia smiled, congratulating you.
“Oh my god, you were soo desperate to get that story off your back. At first I thought you were just being dramatic, but now I understand…that fighter is so scary!” You looked up at Liam, confused. Yes Toji-San was intimidating, but—
“Ya when he came to the building and was asking for you, I was scared he was going to start something,” another co-worker chimed in. Your brows knit together.
“Wait—wait he came to the building—when?” You shout.
“Uhh—“ Kai thought.
“I think it was last Thursday in the morning—“
“Ya last week. He came to the front and asked where you were,” Liam said, as the others nodded. Last Thursday—you had classes Thursday morning.
“I LOVE MMA,” Sasha gushed, “Liam and I noticed him, and he was huge,” Sasha was giggling as Liam rolled his eyes.
“Why was he there, what happened?” can they just get to the point, you huffed.
“Well, you, obviously,” Sasha laughed, your heart stopped.
“But we heard about all the trouble you were having with the story, we were worried something happened during the interview and he was coming to start something.” Liam said.
“I fucking love Toji Fushiguro, but he’s scary to talk too, and all his opponents are always beaten to pulps,” Sasha said.
“I told them to tell him you were busy,” Kai said, asking the waiter for more drinks and chips.
“Are you serious?” You suddenly said. He came…he came and now he probably thinks you’re the one that doesn’t want to see him. “Did he say anything else?”
“I think he left a message with a number, I threw it out,” Sasha waved, as if that was the most innocent thing ever. You felt your blood boil, unable to process what you were feeling, you immediately stood up, knocking the seat back, hitting the persons chair behind you.
“Hey—“
“Where are you going?” Kai looked up, as you grabbed the green scarf that you placed on your chair.
“Fresh air,” you mumbled, pushing your way past the crowd, before stumbling out the door. Sucking in the lung piercing air, you tried to catch your breath. Hot tears warming your cheeks. is he mad at you now? he probably doesn’t want to see you. of course he wouldn’t. you’ve caused so much trouble for him already. going to his gym and leaving a message he probably threw away. then him coming to tell you something and being thrown out.
you cursed yourself for being so stupid. what’s the point? You buried the lower half of your face in the green scarf as it soaked your tears, as making your way back to your apartment. this sucks, everything sucks!
Toji-san…
Your body froze. the familiar set of hair. The physique. The gym logo on the duffel bag. it’s him. It has to be.
the man across the street, continued walking. not realizing you were quickly going after him. Unbeknownst to you, someone was also following the little journalist. Toji-san stop walking so fast! You cursed, trying to keep up with him, as he turned into streets and alleys.
“Toji-san?” Your legs stopped, somehow reaching a long dark back alley. Are you kidding me? No fucking way are you going down that. “Toji-san?” You meekly call out. Fuck me! Now you’ll have to retrace your steps and find the exit to this alley so you can find him.
you held his scarf tightly as you turned back around, only to stumble backwards at the sudden man that appeared before you.
“shit—“ you held your chest, catching your breath at the surprise. “my bad, excuse me,” you said, sidestepping the man, before he moved to stand in your way. “uhhh,” no way. this isn’t happening to you. are fucking for real right now!
“It seems like you’re lost…I’m just here to help,” the creep laughed, sending chills down your spine.
“haha I’m good, not lost. Meeting a friend right now,” you quickly respond, trying to get past him. But he was able to stand in your way. His clothes were ragged, and he had a ski-mask covering his face.
“It’s okay, no need to be scared,” he came towards you, hand coming up to grab your shirt, only for you to swing your fist into his face. “Fuck!” The man shouted, grabbing his jaw.
“Shit,” you cursed, feeling the sting in your hand. Your eyes went wide as you felt your body getting thrown against the building. Ow, you swung your leg up, hitting the man between his legs, as he cursed. Shit, you were too far to kick him hard.
“Fucking bitch—“ the words were quite literally knocked out of his mouth as you witnessed a fist collide with his face. Sending the creep stumbling back. Wait— you noticed the knife he pulled from his pocket.
“Wait—“ your words faded as the creep swung the knife, scraping the other man’s arm, before he knocked the knife from his hands and sent another fist to his face, over and over until the creep was on the ground.
“toji-san,” your voice was small, as you held your jacket tightly, staring up at the mans back. Suddenly feeling you crash into him, burying your face into his back. Toji sighed, looking at the broken skin on his knuckles, before noticing the slight bruising on your own hand resting on his stomach. You held the man tighter, as Toji pulled you off, noticing the tears in your eyes sent a wave of concern and worry.
“are you hurt—“ his words were thrown away as you flung yourself into his arms again. Arms wrapped around his shoulder, as you buried your face in his neck. The scent you’d only had the pleasure of dreaming about, finally washed over you.
“I missed you,” you spoke softly, cheeks flushed at the embarrassing words. But you meant them. You really did. “I missed you so much, toji-san…so much.” Toji smiled, his hand on the back of your head as he held you close.
“Still needy as ever,” he teased, however, he couldn’t stop the bright smile as he pulled away to see the way your cheeks were puffed and damp from the tears. And the green scarf that he’d given you.
“Shut up,” you grumble, suddenly remembering what had happened a moment ago. “Your arm!” You pull away fully, to grab his arm. The cut wasn’t deep, but he was still bleeding.
“ ‘s fine—“
“It’s not, my apartment is right around here, come,” not thinking twice you grabbed his duffel bag that he’d thrown on the ground and pulled him along with you. Ignoring how he was trying to take his bag from you, but you telling him he’s injured. Letting it go. You dropped the bag by your front door, and pulled him to sit on the stool beside the kitchen.
“It’s cute,” Toji said as he looked at the small tokyo apartment. You came out of your room with the first aid kit. Toji taking note of the outfit you were wearing. “At a party or something?”
“Oh uh, just at a bar with some friends,” you said, “drinks and food,” you took off his sweater so you can see the cut that went through the material and pierced the skin. Cleaning the wound, luckily there wouldn’t be any need for stitches.
“how much ‘did you drink?” his eyes were locked on your face, noticing the way your fingers delicately wrapped his arm in a bandage.
“nothing… I don’t drink,” you said, looking up at him with a smile as you put some ointment on his knuckles.
“good girl,” he said, smiling at the way you looked down, cheeks heating. Glad that you were fully sober right now. Not long did you notice the small cut on his cheekbone.
“What happened to your face!” You said, opening the kit again to clean the wound.
“It’s nothing,” toji couldn’t pull you off until you finished cleaning and placing a butterfly bandaid on it. “You done?”
You scoffed. “You’re welcome,” you roll your eyes, closing the kit and turning to put it away. yet you felt warm lips press your neck.
“Why’d you give me the wrong number?” Toji mumbled into your skin, arms wrapping around your waist pulling your back into his chest.
“Didn’t mean too,” you answer, the guilt climbing up your throat. Toji’s hands wandered the flesh on your stomach as his lips warmed your skin.
“You weren’t trying to hide from me?” Toji asked, as his large hands unbuttoned the cute sweater cardigan you were wearing, exposing your bra to the cool air.
“No! I wasn’t—“ you quickly turn around, ignoring the embarrassment of having Toji look at your cute little bra. Toji’s eyes wide as he took in the dark flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkled with excess tears, and the way you licked your lips to catch your words. “I wasn’t hiding from you. I never wanted to hide from you!” Your hands are grabbing at his arm as he admires your adorable little confession.
“How am I supposed to believe that?” Toji tilted his head. “Got pushed out by your friends at work, too,” he brought it up. So it was true. He did come by to see you. The guilt was at its max, as your eyes filled with tears, unable to express your feelings at all. This is embarrassing!
“It’s—not like that!” You shake your head. “It’s not like that at all, toji-san,” you repeat. Toji felt your grip tighten around his arms. Taking note of the way your lip quivered. His hand went up, thumb pulling your bottom lip.
“Spit it out, y/n,” your name on his lips sent a wave of arousal flooding inside you. “I can just fuck you and make you cry if you wanna act like a baby so badly. So spit it out, so I know what you want,” Toji could be cruel sometimes. But he was not someone that liked tip toeing around feelings and emotions.
“I want you,” you mumble eyes locked on his lap standing between his open legs, Toji’s thumb gently caressed your lip, sliding down to hold your jaw.
“look at me,” he watched your lip quiver. Of course he knew you were still a dumb little girl. Still embarrassed about expressing your feelings. But he didn’t have time for that. No…he hasn’t seen you in weeks. The only thing that’s been on his mind is you. And now all he wants is for you to tell him that you feel the same.
toji is not an idiot. He knows you feel the same. But knowing is different from you saying it.
“don’t be a brat, and look at me,” toji rubbed his thumb on your chin. Sighing as he felt your tears fall on his wrist, sliding down to his bandage. “sweetheart.”
“b-but toji-san,” your voice was quiet, swallowing the lump in your throat as you tried to speak clearly to him. Not wanting to act like a dumb cry baby.
“hmm?” The man encouraged you.
“i don’t want you to be mad,” his brows furrowed. Why would he be mad?
“just look at me. lemme see your eyes, baby,” toji hummed as you finally lifted your head. Glossy eyes meeting his, as he smiled. “Not so bad, eh?” He said, as you hummed. Trying desperately to stop your lip from quivering.
“I came to see you…” you said, sucking up some more breath to speak. “A week after we were together…did I do something wrong?” You couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him to like you so badly, you don’t want to be a bother. Clingy and whiny was something you despised. Yet why are you acting like this.
“I went on a trip…” Toji tried to explain but you were shaking your head.
“I know…I know, and I left a message with that one guy…the white haired one,” Gojo, Toji’s brows furrowed…wait a moment… “I thought I did something…you didn’t call me—“ Toji hated this. He hated all this miscommunication. He hated that trip, he hated not talking to you or knowing if you were alright. And to find out this whole fucked up situation was caused by something on his part—
His lips drank her words as he tried his best to reassure her. “It’s my fault,” toji mumbled, kissing away her insecurities that he created. “It’s all my fault,” he hands roamed her body. Her hot skin against his palms had him pulling her closer as her hands felt down his chest, resting between his legs.
“can I?” You pant against his lips, fingers playing with the waistband of his sweats. Toji looks at you, laughing as you open your mouth, telling him what you want to do.
“I haven’t seen you in forever, you don’t want me filling you up?” Toji brushed the hair from your face, feeling the heat radiating off your skin.
“I wanna taste you, too,” you whisper, fingers played with the string of his sweats. this sudden urge to be close to him filled your insides. you missed his touch, his scent, and you needed to taste him.
“Okay, just because you used you words,” toji praised, lifting your head as you kissed him. Toji hummed against your lips as he stood up, pulling you into his chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he smiled lifting you up. “So spoiled,” Toji mumbled as he took you to the room you pointed at.
You once again got lost in his taste, his tongue swallowing yours as you played with him. Laying you on the edge of your bed, standing as he put one knee between your legs as his hands pulled the clothing off your body. His lips covering the more skin he exposed. Until you suddenly pushed him back with your foot.
“You said I could do it,” you pout, he had already pulled your pants off, tossing to the side, and your bra strap was off your shoulder pulled down to expose your tits, perked buds already covered in his spit.
“are you ready for that?” Toji was slightly guilty, and maybe selfish too. He doesn’t want you sucking him off because you think he’s mad at you. I mean, yes, he’ll absolutely bust to see you gagging on dick, but well…he also wants to taste you too…
You pushed him back more, so he was standing upright. His cock was clearly visible in his low hanging sweats. Your other foot pressing against the boner making him grunt in surprise. His hand held your foot against his pec, as the other felt the skin of your legs. Groaning as he noticed the wet patch that bloomed between your legs.
“Toji-san, I want it in my…” you stuck your tongue out, making Toji pull you forward. A yelp escaping your lips as he dropped your legs and lifted you upright. You sat in front of him as he bent down, grabbing your jaw.
“You haven’t done this with anyone?” Toji asked, watching your eyes shine as you shook your head. “What did you do in the four weeks I didn’t see you?”
“Nothing,” you answer quickly, his brow quirked, as he pushed his sweats off. Your eyes drifting down to the large print in his boxers.
“Eyes on me,” toji tapped your cheek as you snapped your head up. Completely at his mercy.
“Wanna see it,” you smile, toji had to focus. That innocent little smile when your talking about sucking him off. Fuck me. “miss it…” your hand tries to grab at him.
“Listen to me,” toji snapped, making you whine. “are you seriously gonna act all spoiled?” Toji lifted your chin as he bit your bottom lip, making you whine.
“toji-san…okay…I’ll be good,” you huff, cheeks flushed as Toji pulled his boxers down. you’re so cute. Your fist clenched around the blanket trying your best to keep your eyes on his face. You could see from your peripheral, the large cock slapping his lower stomach.
Toji hummed as he laid you down on the bed, looming over as he climbed above you, lips and hands feeling your skin. Nibbling on your tits as he drooled, massaging the other as he rubbed himself between your clothed cunt. Your arousal seeped through the material of your panties, wetting his growing member so lewdly. You completely forgot all senses as Toji worshipped your body, biting at the skin, smiling as dark marks littered your body, trying his best to make up for lost time—
“huh?” Your eyes fluttered open feeling his warmth leave you. You looked to your side seeing him sat up, leaning up with one arm.
“what’s with the face?” he taunted, making you groan as you turned over and crawled between his legs. annoyingly shrugging the bra off you as you kissed up his neck, nuzzling your face against his hot skin. Your tongue licking him as toji hummed, brushing your head.
“wanted you to fuck me,” you whine, hand feeling down his free arm pulling it to your body trying to get him to continue. “toji-san,” you whine when you get him to squeeze your ass. Toji throws his head back in laughter. As you huff.
“you asked for it,” toji said, his hand holding your face as he licked your lips. “if you do a good job, then I’ll play with your pretty cunt,” toji clicked his tongue only for you to lick his lips, kissing his scar as he chuckled. “what is it?”
your warm breath fanned against his lips, waiting for him. “you know what,” you sighed gently, eyes already dazed.
“you haven’t done anything yet?” toji tsked jokingly, only for you to kiss his jaw and cheek, going back to his lips. I guess he really fixed your body on him.
“toji-san…just for now,” you wanted it, please. toji hummed as he held the side of your face.
“negotiating, are we?” toji tilts his head as you nodded eagerly, Toji’s thumb pulling your bottom lip down. “submissive little puppy,” toji smiled as he rubbed his digit against your tongue as your eyes remained on him. “adorable,” that look. toji could be mean on you some other time. yes…for now, he’ll give you whatever you want. “open up.”
his tongue connected with yours, purposely making it as wet as possible, before he pulled back. Looking down at you, the trail of spit connecting your lips before finally granting your wish. His spit slips from his lips, down into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered in bless, moaning gently as you press your pussy down on the mattress, swallowing as toji brushed your hair.
“good girl,” he couldn’t help but praise you after that look. you hummed in delight, lips connecting with the man’s neck. Toji sighed as you littered his skin in sloppy kisses. He fingers tangled in your hair as you hung up on his chest. your lips curling into a smile as you felt the flesh of huge pecs. Tongue swirling on his nipples. Nibbling on them, as toji hummed in delight. teeth marks littered his chest. Finally trailing lower down his body, smiling when the well groomed hairs tickled your nose.
“toji-san’s so pretty,” you mumble as you kiss and nibble around his pelvis. Unbothered by the musk of his long day. only delighted that he was allowing you to bury your face in it. Finger’s subconsciously rubbing his thigh. Toji laughed, brushing your hair back, as he waited patiently for you. The amount of pre cum leaking from him was creating a small puddle on his thigh as his cock twitched.
“gonna get to it, sweetheart?” Toji rubbed your cheekbone, as you hummed.
“ ‘s big,” you mumble, fingers delicately tracing his hard dick.
“mmm,” toji picks up your hand, lifting it to his lips as he licks your palm. he caresses your cheek as he guides your hand to his dick. allowing your fingers to wrap around the length, lifting the heavy weight as he groaned. your eyes sparkled.
“I’ll make you feel good,” you said in determination. Toji hummed as you leaned further between his legs, as he spread them for you. You brought the tip to your lips. Sneaking a lick for taste. The bitter sweetness had you lapping again and again, before latching your lips on his tip—
“shit,” toji groaned, brushing the hair off your face as you stroked his cock. “take more, baby,” Toji instructed. Obedient as ever, you took a little more in. The weight felt nice in your mouth, tongue circling as you slobbered on his thickness, drool slipping down to your palm as you squeezed a little tighter pumping his cock. “fhuck just like that,” toji groans.
Your pussy was clenching around nothing as you worshipped his cock. He was moaning the more you struggled to take him in. choking when he pushed you lower, gagging as tears slid down your burning cheeks as you tried your hardest to fit him in. you loved it. his hands in your hair, petting your head like a good girl, his low groans and pants…
“so cute ugh crying all over my dick,” Toji praised, more tears slipping as you rubbed your legs together, unconsciously stimulating your pussy. Toji was in awe his head thrown back as you pulled off to catch your breath, panting on his cock as drool slipped down his twitching dick. your fingers played with him. leaning down as you held his cock up, rubbing your face on the underside, kissing his heavy balls. his pre cum smearing all over your face.
“my little cock slut,” toji brushes your forehead as you drool on his balls, licking the vein that ran up his cock. you hum in delight, he smells so good. your senses were dazed, he was so big. you went back up to take him in your lips. not having enough of him.
“struggling s’ much—shit,” Your pussy was completely drenched, something building up as you rubbed your pussy against the mattress. Toji’s brow quirked, head tilted as he noticed your unconscious little play. Your lips latched onto his fat mushroom tip, that leaked more and more. His hips bucking, as you gagged for a moment. This was definitely the most someone has struggled giving him head, yet seeing the absolute delight in your face, the red blush on your cheeks, the fat tears that fell from your fucked out eyes.
“fuck, making such a mess,” toji moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “ugh so good, puppy,” Noticing how much his hips jump and cock twitch, you sucked harder, palm gliding as you pumped him more. “baby…baby…fuck me…” toji groans as his balls tighted, abs clenching as he rolls his hips up.
“gonna swallow it all like a good—agh shit,” toji held your head as he groans, you couldn’t take his entire length in, so you were sucking his top like a popsicle. he no longer could hold back. his cock twitches, before spurting his load into your mouth. “ah fuck, ah good,” toji groans as he watched you stroke him, milking out his cum as your tongue hung out, before you suddenly felt a chill run up your spine— grounding yourself on the mattress as you moaned on Toji’s cock. nails digging into his thigh, head falling forward as your eyes roll closed.
“fucking brat,” toji clicks his tongue with a sigh, knowing exactly what happened. your lips are parted ad drool slips out and onto his cock. you were panting, cheek falling to rest on his upper thigh. “you couldn’t wait a couple minutes?” toji brushes your hair as you licked the cum from his tip like a baby. “cant even control your own pussy?” The semi-hard cock, felt nice in your hand. Your eyes dazed, tears staining your cheek as toji sat fully up.
“gonna slobber on my cock all night?” Toji watched your eyes lift up to his, still holding his tip to your lips, as you hummed, licking him again. “fuck,” toji pulls you up. Your tongue automatically latching on to his lips, as he fell back on the bed. gosh you were always fucked after cumming. toji remembers.
“so you cum in your little panties and think it’s that easy,” toji mumbles as he pulls you off him. You whine at the loss. Some of his cum still stained the side of your lips and chin as he wiped it off, before shoving his thumb in your lips. moaning around him.
“ wasn’t on purpose,” you mumble, toji sits up, as you rub against his thigh.
“sure— cumming from just sucking my dick,” toji said, your cheeks flush. “Take em off.” Toji’s finger rip the waistband of your panties.
You embarrassingly pull them off. Toji guiding you to sit between his legs.
“show me how drenched you are,” he commands.
“that’s embarrassing, toji-san,” your face is hot, cursing your pussy for reacting.
his eyes sunk. “spread. your. legs.”
Your face was flush as you willingly open your legs wide. he grabs them, placing them on the outside of his thighs, allowing him a perfect view of your pussy lips spreading for him. you have him the visible access to the clear cream leaking from your pulsing core.
toji hums spreading your lips apart even more, “clit is all swollen from your rubbing,” toji tsked, flicking the knot of nerves, making a moan escape your lips. he sank a finger into you easily. “still tight even after cumming yourself,” toji pulls out as he licks his finger, purposely making you bite your lip in suspense. His cock grew the more you wiggled between his legs. he was dreaming of your taste for weeks, his blood rushing south.
“fill me up, please,” you whine when he pumps your pussy again, so close to cumming before he pulls out. Licking his fingers, he was addicted. “toji-saaan,” your eyes well up with tears, only for toji to slap your pussy. he would definitely be eating you out right now, but all you’re doing is complaining.
“stop it,” toji snaps, “who’s the one that decided to cum herself?” Toji raises a brow, waiting for an answer. your fist clenches, it’s not your fault. You close your lips, rolling your eyes, which earns another slap to your pussy.
“ahh toj—“ not finishing your sentence before he slaps your clit again and again, until he’s pinning you down to the mattress, now on top of you. Your legs spread wide and trembling as he’s slapping your red puffy lips, more juices leaking out, clawing at his arm.
“ahhh s-stop stop! okay!” You’re sobbing, legs shaking as your pussy pulses. Toji’s looming body waits for you to finally answer. The tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, as his dick twitches against your thigh. His cock leaking pre cum.
Your panting, eyes foggy as you feel the shadow of his palm. Toji realizes your little play. Laughing as he gives your pussy another harsh slap, extracting a moan.
“fucking with me now?” Toji tsks, pumping two fingers inside your pussy before pulling out and slapping your clit until your bucking your hips up, nails digging into his arm.
“w-wanna ahh please—pleasee,” your words are incoherent, drool slipping from your lips as you bury your face in your bicep trying to cover your loud screaming moans as toji abuses your cunt. his lips attack yours, excitement filling his blood as you cry and moan, thrashing with each slap.
“cute baby,” toji drools into your mouth, your eyes crossing in pleasure, as your tongue hangs out. “spoiled slut.” yet he still spits into your mouth.
Toji’s laughing at how easily he handles you. Yet as much as he talks about punishing you, he relishes in the fact that you’re begging for more. His fingers are completely drenched in your arousal.
“want your neighbors to hear how big of a slut their little journalist is?” Toji laughs as your pussy tightens around his fingers at his lewd words. “Gonna cum now?”
“uhh ji-san , ahh please,” your thoughts were scrambled, and he was not letting up. Feeling you clench around him, hips bucking up, as he degrades you. You’re off the edge now, crying as your legs shake uncontrollably, gushing around his fingers.
“shit,” Toji’s hips buck in surprise at the liquid that hit his lower stomach. “oh fuck, puppy, making a mess,” Toji’s lips curl into a wide grin, as you cry the more he rubs your clit, slapping it making your mind empty.
“toji toji—ah—I can’t—“ your panting as your legs jump up, more squirt gushing onto him the more he overstimulates you. you’re practically sobbing at how swollen your clit is.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Oh fuck, let it out, cmon doing so well,” his praises were pure joy. He couldnt hold it anymore, his hand lacing around yours as his hand pressing under your thigh pushing your legs open wider as he grabs his dick.
“getting my dick all nice a wet,” he laughs at your little spurts of juices as he quickly sinks his fat cock into your gushing pussy.
“toji!” You cry, squeezing his hand, as his lips swallow your cries. Toji groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips into you. The amount you came, had him sinking into your pussy with such ease. The squelching noises faded as his tongue plays with yours.
“Still so fuckin tight ‘for me,” toji thrusts back in, getting more of his cock, until he bottoms out. Your eyes widened feeling him so deep inside you. Your lips trembled, vision blurry.
“toji, inside—me,” you were beyond fucked out. a lazy smile on your lips as toji kissed you again and again as fucking you into the mattress. His heavy balls slapping the curve of your ass, a ring of cream at the bottom of his thick dick, his well trimmed hair was covered in your juices as your moans drowned out his worries. You were here, you were with him. Your voice, cries, touch, smell.
“baby,” toji bit your shoulder, marking you again. “feel so good,” Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, you were unbelievably happy you couldn’t process anything he was saying. “missed you, too.” He sighed. Your nails creating marks across his back as toji plants himself, driving harder.
“ to’ji…agh…uhh—“ your screams were another pitch, so completely dumb. your lips drooling as your eyes rolled back. walls suffocating his cock, sucking him in as your eyes fluttered, gushing around his thick member.
“shit, again baby,” toji picked up the speed as you made a mess, crying when he went on. h
“toji, fill me…up,” you beg lazily, toji groans at your words. “want ‘ur c-cum,” your lips were parted as toji’s tongue entered your mouth. You felt his cock twitch inside you.
“can’t do that, baby,” Toji’s jaw clenches as he finally got to the edge, giving you a deep sloppy kiss until his lips parted in bliss letting out a low groan, pulling out as his hot white cum shot out of his tip, decorating your pussy lips and lower stomach. More of your cum squeezed out as Toji groans, stroking his cock, releasing some more cum onto your tummy.
your eyes were fluttering as toji, kisses your cheek.
“did so good for me,” toji praised as he brushed your sweaty hair off your face.
“toji,” your lips curled into a gentle smile, toji felt his eyes widen realizing he was so focused on fucking you, that he didn’t have time to process what you’d been saying.
“no honorifics?” He smiled, your eyes fluttered.
“I—“
“I like it,” he kisses you. “you made quit the mess though,” he was exhausted, but it was you. so he picked you up and walked you to the bathroom. Sitting you down on the counter and placing a towel under the warm water.
“i wanted you to cum inside me,” you mumble as toji wipes the mess between your legs. His eyes lift up to meet yours. was it bad that you wanted his cum to paint your walls and leak out. I mean you didn’t want a baby, but you wanted him.
“you were fucked out, puppy,” he said, rinsing the towel again and wiping your stomach.
“but…” you looked away, pouting in annoyance. “would’ve felt good.” he laughs at your response. Making you click your tongue.
“it definitely would have,” he agrees, wiping the mess on his stomach. you watched, as your legs kicked. he rinsed the towel again, wiping down his wet dick. Your foot swinging up to brush his heavy hanging dick. Toji caught your foot, just lifting it up enough to spread your legs again, which had you wincing.
“don’t start something you can’t finish,” he tsked, dropping your leg and picking you up. you buried your face in his neck not replying. “ignoring me?”
“no,” you mumble quietly. He hums , kicking the messy blanket onto the ground, luckily you had another blanket underneath.
he sighed as he watched you avoid his eyes once he’d laid you back on the bed.
“you’re a handful you know that?” He said, making you roll over, covering yourself in the blanket. “god,” he grumbles, straddling your body, which immediately caught your attention. His thumb holding your chin as he leaned down to your lips.
“I didn’t fill you up, cuz you’re not on the pill, baby. if you want me spilling inside your little cunt, then I’ll do it next time,” your eyes sparkled.
“next time!” You repeated excitedly.
“only if you take something,” toji sank under the covers with you. You roll over, leg swung over his lap as you buried your face in his shoulder, immediately knocking out.
“are you serious?” Toji spoke to himself. You did knock out easily the first time he fucked you. I guess it was your thing. Yawning himself, he kept a secure arm wrapped around your body, as his other hand brushed your hair. so cute. he thought finally drifting off.
toji couldn’t describe this feeling. but he knew he never wanted to live without it. the feeling of waking up and seeing you sprawled out beside him. once again laying on your stomach, facing away from him, lips parted as drool slipped out. toji felt your leg buried under his own and your other bent.
you did not know how to sleep beside people.
“how do you end up like this?” toji mumbled to himself, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. his scar curled with his lips, as he turned on his side, reaching over your body to grab his phone on your nightstand. checking the time. he’ll pick and tease you, but in the end waking up beside you was just pure joy for him.
snapping a picture of you sprawled out, he tossed his phone aside, it was still early. He let his warm palm run across your exposed back. lips connecting to your shoulder as he sighed. He buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling your natural scent as he kissed your neck. yes, this was perfect. holding you in his arms, embracing you with only comfort and adoration.
“stay,” he sighed. stay with him forever.
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