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tiffanyeatsyou · 5 months

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ngl i've only been thinking about cock warming nanami while cuddling and its really soft and sweet 😖😖

also what would you think of having designated emojis for anons 👉👈

i love the idea of designated emojis!! did you want to be 👉👈 annon or??

contains: fem reader, established marriage, sooo many pet names are used for reader, cockwarming, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, breif hand job, somnophillia at the end if you squint

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Nanami had taken some time off recently, telling his boss and coworkers alike that he was going on some exotic trip with his wife (you). When in reality, he just needed some consecutive time off with you, just completele uninterupted wife time. He didnt even neccisarily have anything exciting planned for the two of you on his vacation, you went out to dinner a couple times last week but he really just needed you close to him, even if you were doing something mundane.

The two of you sat on the couch together, the tv droning in the background while kento read his book. Your legs were laid across his lap, and his free hand that wasn't holding his book was rubbing patterns into your calves soothingly. He needed this so bad. Your skin was so soft and warm under his palm, your presence in the room was all he needed to relax, he wished this vacation could last forever.

Your husband kept stealing glances at you, studying your sleepy face and the way your hand slipped under your his shirt and rested on your tummy. Every move you made had him seemingly stuck in a trance. When your show went to comercial break, you sat up and started to slide under nanami's arm to sit on his lap. He cradled your body against his, resting his big palm on the small of your back as he slipped his own hand under your shirt and scratched your back.

"Mmmmm." you moaned in appreciation at his antics, his trimmed nails felt so good on your skin while the warm heat of his body radiated through your own, making you feel dizzy. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He asked, smiling at your reaction but keeping his eyes glued to his book. "Yes, feels so good Kento, wish time would stop at this moment forever." You mumbled into his shoulder, stealing the words from his brain. "Me too, my love." He said sweetly, making you hum at the nickname.

You were pressed impossibly close to him, chest to chest, you could not be closer and still; you needed more. You wished you could become one with him, so you would never be apart. Your own unrealistic thoughts made you sigh out loud as you slumped against him. “Something wrong my love?" He asked, setting his book down open faced on the coffee table as to not lose his spot, before he brought his other hand to join in on scratching your back.

"Mhm, just wish I could be closer to you." You whined into his shoulder, making your body jolt as he laughed at your needy words. "I have just the solution if you're up for it." He said, sliding his hands down the side of your body before rubbing them back up, and repeating the process. You tried to blink away the sleepiness his soothing touch was bringing, whispering out an 'okay' as your eyes fluttered shut.

He pulled you off of his chest, keeping his large hands on your hips as he stared at your sleepy face fondly. "How do you feel about keeping my cock warm inside you? Hmm?" He asked, making your eyes flutter open as a smile crept its way onto your face. "Sounds perfect, Kento." You smiled, cradling his face in your hands as you brought your face towards his, and connected your lips softly.

The two of you kissed slowly and passionately, your sleepiness really being evident to him at how lazy your lips were against his. "You can fall asleep just as soon as I get inside you, okay?" He spoke against your lips, his warm breath tickling your face as you nodded. You gave him one last peck on his soft lips before your hand dropped to his crotch to get him hard.

You were surprised to feel that he was already one step ahead of you, which made you giggle as you rubbed your hand along the length of his cock through his pants, "Kento what's this~" you teased, making his jaw drop in a small o as you continued rubbing him, "What made you get so hard, huh?" You asked, smiling against his face before you pulled your head back, looking between the two of you.

You would never not be shocked at the sheer size of him. The way your hand barely fit around his cock when you jerked him off, the way he stretched you open when he fucked his cock inside you, each and every time. "Just your face gets me erect." He said, all too formally, making you giggle. "Well, I'm glad." You said, leaning down to leave a peck on his forehead before you dropped both hands to his pants and started unzipping his slacks.

You looked at him from underneath your lashes, and he nodded his approval at you, silently telling you to keep going. You continued unzipping his slacks and pulling his pants slightly down his thighs, just a couple inches so you had an easier time pulling his cock out. Nanami lifted his hips to aid your efforts, sighing in relief when your hands slipped into his boxers and pulled out his fully erect cock.

You were already only dressed in a t-shirt and panties, which would make it so much easier for you to get him inside you quicker. The sight of his unobstructed cock made your mouth water as you gave him a couple strokes before pulling your panties to the side and revealing your dripping cunt to his eyes. "You were teasing me for being aroused when you're this wet yourself?" He smiled, reaching his hand between the two of you to rub his fingertips against your hole to feel your wetness.

"This is your fault!" You exclaimed playfully, your laugh getting cut off with a gasp when he slid two thick fingers into your hole, keeping his eyes on you and dropping his mouth open, mimicking your own. "Yeah?" he smirked, "Thinking about cockwarming your husband get you all wet?" He asked, making you nod as your eyes rolled back in your head, lids falling shut. "What was that?" He repeated when he didn't hear your verbal answer.

Nanami was very adamant about you using your words when you wanted something. You should never be embarrassed to ask or tell him anything, he was your husband—of course he would cater to your each and every need, but how would he know what you wanted if you didn't use your voice?

"Yes, thinking about your dick inside me made me wet." You said. As he could see throughout your time together, his way of making you verbalize your needs had resulted in his pretty wife having such a filthy mouth. "Good girl." He praised, making you smile as he started to scissor his fingers inside your hole, stretching you out to take his cock.

"F-cuk, Kento-" You wined, squeezing your eyes shut as he opened you up for his cock, simultaneously rubbing your g-spot to get you even wetter. "Feel good, honey?" He asked, smiling at your pleasured face. "Yes, P-please, put it in now." You said, impatiently. He was working you over so well, but you just wanted him inside you already. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest with the need to be one with him. "Not yet, you're not prepped enough." He said as he continued to fuck his fingers in and out of you, creating lewd squelching noises that reached your ears and made you even more aroused.

"I'm fine, promise I can take it K-ken, please, just give me your cock, please." You begged, opening your eyes as you reached your own hand between the two of you and wrapped it around his cock. Your slow strokes must have convinced him because he let out a defeated sigh and removed his fingers from you. You smiled watching your husband suck his large fingers into his mouth and lick off your cum before he popped them out, completely clean of your juices. "You're so dirty, Kento." You giggled watching him lick his lips clean. He made sure to swallow every last drop of you before he spoke. "It's not my fault my wife is so sweet." He praised.

You continued stroking his cock, before you wadded up a glob of spit in your mouth and let it fall against the tip of his dick, easing the slide and wetting him even more as you lined his member up with your cunt. "Easy." Nanami reminded, to which of course you listened. Nanami was constantly bending his own rules for you, so if you hurt yourself by putting his cock inside you right now-- with you not being as prepped as he would like-- you knew he would get frustrated, and you didn't want that. You enjoyed teasing Nanami, but right now you didn't want to ruin this sweet and intimate moment.

He trusted your judgment though, if you said you were ready, you were ready. You winced when you started sitting down on his mushroom tip, his girth stretching you out and causing mild discomfort. Nanami moaned in tandem with you as you sunk lower and lower on his cock, his length seemed to go on forever. "Almost there, doing so good for me, sweetheart." He praised, holding the sides of your body in a tight but loving grip to take some of the pressure off your thighs and keep your body hovering over his lap while you took his cock.

"F-fuuuuuck." You moaned, letting your head tip back when you sat flush against your hips, his cockhead pressed snugly against your cervix. Nanami let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you bottomed out. He started rubbing his large hands on the sides of your body, caressing you before he moved his hands to your back and pressed your chest against his, making you lean forward and lay your head into the crook of his neck. "Good girl, good fucking girl. His soothing voice vibrated through your body.

You wrapped your legs comfortably around his hips, whining briefly when his cock was jolted even deeper inside you at the new angle. Having his cock inside you like this, pressing up against all of the right places, and feeling his warmth from inside you now, was doing all the right things to your body. Your eyes started feeling heavy when Nanami once again started scratching his nails over your back. "Are you okay, my love? Does it hurt?" He checked, looking down at your form that was attached snugly to his. "So f-full, but It feels perfect Ken." You said, pressing small kisses to his neck in between your words.

"You're so good to me." He said, letting his own head tip back as your light kisses turned into sucking, his eyes rolled back in his head when he felt your tongue poke his neck between your plush lips in between your sucking. You felt his cock twitch inside you at your antics, making you beam with how easy it was to rile him up. You left one last kiss against his neck before returning your head to lay on his shoulder, heaving a relaxed sigh. "That should be my line," You said, giggling, "You always know just what I need."

Your husband hummed against you as he continued to draw shapes and patterns directly against your soft skin, making you hum and moan in appreciation every so often. "Ken," your soft voice started, "'M sleepy." He smiled and hummed in acknowledgment before he spoke, "Do you want to move to the bedroom?" He asked, waiting patiently for your answer. You took a couple beats to respond, the sleepiness making you ponder his question for longer than normal before you nodded against his shoulder.

"Alright, baby." Nanami reached over to grab the TV remote and turn it off, turning off the side table lamp as well before he scooped you up in his arms, holding you up from your thighs and keeping you snug around his waist as he walked the two of you to your shared bedroom. His cock slid in and out of you a couple inches when he walked, making you moan, and making your cunt drip out around him.

"Sorry sweetheart, almost there." He spoke a fake apology through his teeth. He loved the way you felt inside when he held you up like this. The way you squeezed his cock while he made a path for the bedroom made his legs weak, biting his lip when he felt your cum drip down his balls, begging his legs not to give out when he was so close to your shared room.

Your chest rising and falling steadily against him made Nanami's heart flutter in his chest, he knew you were waiting for him to get the two of you situated in bed before you fell asleep, and he thought it was the most precious thing in the world. How did he end up with such a sweet wife?

"Gonna take it out for a second, okay?" He said, making you whine at the loss as he picked you up off his cock, still holding you in his arms as his girth popped out of you, hanging heavily between his legs as his hard-on had gone down slightly from being still inside you for so long.

"Kento.." You sleepily wined, your cunt clenching around nothing at the loss of him. "I know, I know, patience." He reminded when he sat you down on the end of the bed. You sat obediently, your eyes fluttering open and closed as you watched your husband and waited for him to pull back the comforter for the two of you. "Alright, come here." He said, picking up your body from under your arms he situated you under the soft sheets, sliding in behind you. He pulled the comforter over the two of you before he snuck his hand underneath them and gave himself a few quick strokes on his cock.

Once he felt he was hard enough to put it back in, he slid your panties to the side once more and slipped his cock back inside your warm walls, making you both moan in unison as he did so. "Yess, 's good~" You slurred against the pillows. His cock had gone in so much easier this time around, he had your soaked pussy to thank for that.

He pressed his hips flush against your ass, groaning at how deep he reached in this position before he wrapped his big arms around your torso snugly. He humped his hips against yours slowly, massaging your sweet spot with the head of his cock as he fucked you into dreamland. "K-Kento, l-love you." You whispered, words broken up by your soft moans at the feeling of his cock slowly fucking you. "Love you more baby, go to sleep now, I got you." He hushed, rotating his hips against your ass. You relaxed against him, your sleep coming on so much faster thanks to how he was literally rocking you to sleep with his hips.

The two of you continued to moan softly together in the protection of your bedroom. No one to bother the two of you as you cuddled each other intimately. You rubbed patterns into his arms that wrapped around your torso, and his lips pressed soft comforting kisses against your back, shoulder— wherever they could reach, he kissed.

When your whimpers died down and your breathing evened out he knew you had drifted off to sleep. He stilled his hips against you, feeling the own throbbing of his cock start to cease as he got sleepier and sleepier himself. The way your cunt pulsed and squeezed around him every so often was so relaxing, the dull pleasure was lulling him into what would be the best sleep of his life. "I'm the luckiest man alive." He whispered into your hair, before he pressed a soft kiss onto the back of your head and let himself join you in dreamland.

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tiffanyeatsyou · 6 months

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How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adjectives to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

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tiffanyeatsyou · 7 months

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BROO THE NANAMI STANS R GOING WILD RN OHMYGOD (also thanks for the love on my fic <33)

#nanami

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tiffanyeatsyou · 7 months

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FORGOTTEN.

husband!nanami x wife!reader wc:1.3K contains: angst w/ nanami, afab!reader (she/her prns used), bit of fluff @ the end, slight mentions of drinking a/n: this is my first fic so im sorry if its a bit... ass...... ya... LOL ermmm hope u enjoy <3

nanamii<3:

8:30. drinks, snacks, movie. You + me?

y/n:

is that even a question?? ofc baby :)

y/n:

dont be late, ill be waitinggggg

nanamii<3:

I wont be, I promise.

i set two glasses down on the coffee table, with the best wine set alongside them, a bowl of popcorn, and some candies i went and got earlier. everything looks perfect. oh- and lets not forget, our favorite movie, La La Land. he should be here any second now so i sit, waiting patiently, trying to contain my excitement.

8:45, phew, trafic must be bad. ill just shoot him a little text

y/n:

“hey sweetie, everything alright? miss u!!! got our movie ready for us!!!”

9:00, a sinking feeling settled in. maybe he's just running late, I thought, trying to hold on to hope.

the minutes dragged on, 9:30. 10:00

10:50.

i’m tired. i walk up to our room with trembling legs and my- already bad vision- is clouded teary, blurry eyes. half from the wine i’ve guzzled down, the other half from crying.

he promised. promised. he said he wouldn't be late and here i am, left with dissapointment. i crawl into my side of the bed sobbing, until sleep, finally overcomes me.

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meanwhile, nanami is rushing and rushing to get out and into his car, speeding to his wonderful wife.

"shit. shit shit shit" he mumbles looking at his watch which reads 11:30. "i got carried away with my work god she’s gonna be so disappointed. i promised i’d be home early today for our long-awaited date. drinks, extremely unhealthy snacks,but most importantly, her: the perfect time."

i race to the door and quickly unlock it. “sweetheart?” i call out. i walk in to see a wine glass spilled on our coffee table, her phone, and a black tv screen.

fuck.

shes been drinking.

i run my fingers through my hair, guilt just running through my veins. i loosen my tie and walk up to our shared bedroom, finding my beautiful wife curled up into our blankets.

“sweetheart, i am so so sorry-“

i pause as i notice the pillow stained with tears and her beautiful face, looking like she’s been crying. which makes me wanna cry. i look over at our clock. 3 hours. i hate to wake her but i need to see my baby.

“baby..?” i gently shake her awake and i hear her voice. breaking. i wrap my arms around her body.

“‘min..?” she says with sleep coating her words.

“yes sweetheart it’s me. look, i’m so sorry i just got caught up with-“

“just *hic* save it. don’t ’wanna hear it anymore nanami.”

she uses my full name.

“ baby please please i’m so so s-“

“‘said stop it. hic ‘don’t love me *hic* ‘don’t care about me. just get off me and *hic* stop.”

my heart drops. don’t care about her? how could she ever think something like that?

“ love you know i care about you okay? you’re just a bit tipsy and-“

“‘s always my fault isn’t it? *hic* how could i know you care when *hic* all you do is work work work.”

“don’t wanna be your *hic* wife anymore.”

what?

she doesn't.. what?

“stop it, don’t you dare say that” i respond with not only a breaking voice; but a breaking heart. she doesn’t mean it she’s just- tired. right? i mean, how could she?

right?

“tell me you don’t mean that doll, tell me now. baby please. please.” i say while peppering wet kisses on her damp cheeks. my voice is breaking and you could hear me on the verge of tears.

she doesn’t respond. why isn’t she talking. does she mean it? this is all my fault. i’ve been prioritizing work while my real priority has been slipping away from me?

i look over and she’s asleep. her beautiful eyes are closed and she’s breathing softly. i quickly get undressed and slide into bed with her.

there’s no way i can leave my baby alone in bed.

i wrap my arms around her, only for her to turn her back towards me and out of my touch.

she was awake.

tears threaten to fall from my eyes as i kiss her “i love you. so much baby.” and with that, i grab my stuff and walk out.

she’d probably want me on the couch anyways.

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fuck. my head is pounding and i feel like absolute shit. i sit up holding my head reaching my hand out to his side of the bed.

oh.

he isn't here.

whatever. didn't want him here anyways.

i think.

i step into our large bathroom and start a shower and as i’m rinsing the disappointment off my body, i almost miss the soft opening and shutting of a door.

was that in here? is that him?

he hasn’t said anything yet so neither will i. i turn the shower off and wrap myself with a towel and yank open the curtain shocked seeing him sitting on the toilet. waiting for me. i lock eyes with him.

mistake number 1.

he looks like shit.

eyes swollen and heavy with guilt, slight, no- very obvious red flush across his face, and tear-stained cheeks.

“baby please” is all he says when he rushes infront of me, blocking the exit.

ignoring his presence seems to be impossible.

“what do you want nanami” i say coldly, my gaze not daring to meet his.

“i am so sorry beautiful. i am so. sorry. there’s no excuse and no other way to express how sorry i am." he starts. "sorry can’t and won’t cut it. i love you and i do care about you. just so much. i’m so happy you’re in my life and i never regret marrying you, i only regret the mistakes i’ve made." he stops and takes a small breath. "you should be my number one priority. i’ve been terrible to you. i will do anything and everything for you.” he says desperately and tears streaming down his face. he’s crying. he’s sobbing actually trying to apologize. i finally look up at him with water-filled eyes.

before i can say anything, he pulls me in tight and is breaking down. “i-i’m so sorry sweetie i’m so so sorry-“ he can’t barely speak without sniffles. i’ve never seen him like this before. i wrap my arms around him and when i do he releases a sigh of relief.

“oh thank god” he says quickly before pulling me in even closer.

“did you mean it?” he asks, his voice quivering. “w-what you said las- night”

i take a second to think before answering. what’d i-

oh.

my heart drops.

“plea-please tell me you didn’t. r-right? you didn’t ’mean it?”

i look up at him, his lips are trembling and his face is red.

“no, i didn’t. i shouldn’t have said that. i’m sorry ‘min.”

“o-okay because if you did i- i wouldn’t know what to- to do. i’m sorry you can get changed n-now ill be waiting for you in the living room, okay love?”

“okay.” i whisper as i watch him turn around and shut the door.

i finally finish my post-shower duties and walk out of the bathroom.

is that.. apple pie im smelling or am i going crazy?

i must’ve taken forever because by the time i get out there, he’s knocked out. but he’s knocked out on a cute blanket laid across the floor with a box of my favorite donuts, a bottle of orange juice with 2 glasses, and-

an apple pie cinnamon candle buring away.

he set this all up as i was sleeping?

as if on cue, he slowly opens his eyes staring at me staring at him and the cutest set up ever.

i sniffle “did all this for- me?”

he stands up and softly grabs my hand to come sit with him, “of course doll. look”- he says grabbing the TV remote

“we can even watch our favorite movie.”

#first fic #kindanervy #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami angst #jjk angst #jjk x reader #jjk nanami #i love him sm #nanami fluff #jujutsu nanami #thistookforever

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tiffanyeatsyou · 7 months

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EXPERIENCE (m.)

könig x inexperienced!reader

tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting

note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!

;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man

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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby.

You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away.

He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time.

On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that.

He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military.

You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about.

The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber.

By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do.

“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”

You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by.

You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it.

You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight.

“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.

“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open.

He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you.

You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance.

“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”

“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”

That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.

“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly.

“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider.

“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”

“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”

You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up?

You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole.

You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did.

So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it.

But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König.

At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age.

As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did.

The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name.

You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot.

You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up.

As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them.

“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”

The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.

‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later.

Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches.

You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind.

You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on.

He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.

“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it.

“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself.

“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on.

“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”

He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you.

But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.

“See you around, König,” you say as you step off.

He doesn’t respond.

Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him.

It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König.

The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days.

Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for.

Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.

“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.

“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence.

You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it.

The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out.

You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all.

“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.

“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”

He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen.

A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on.

It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”

“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”

“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”

He frowns at you, “Something silly?”

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him.

He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.

Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after.

But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.

“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”

You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.

“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze.

You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”

Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual.

“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”

You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade.

He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you.

It’s for the best, he assures himself.

It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there.

It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself.

You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes.

König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life.

But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts.

You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.

But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt.

You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings.

Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake.

As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.

You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.

“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.

He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”

He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”

“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate.

You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.

It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet.

After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence.

He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.

“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge.

“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him.

He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”

That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.

“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”

By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you.

But he doesn’t.

It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change.

The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it.

You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision.

König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.

But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff.

He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you.

“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”

“Should we?” you quip back.

He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch.

“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”

He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.

“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”

The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”

“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”

“So you mentioned before…” you reply.

“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”

“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.

“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”

He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”

“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”

“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out.

“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”

“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”

“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”

You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”

He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”

You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss.

You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to.

With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.

You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip.

“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.

“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”

“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”

He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”

You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before.

The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it.

He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder.

He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely.

“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms.

You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan.

Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.

He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”

That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”

“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought.

He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”

He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you.

“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.

“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”

You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him.

After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle.

However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.

“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.

You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again.

König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away.

His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements.

“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”

You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips.

“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”

You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure.

He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.

You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.

You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.

You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip.

“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.

“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches.

“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”

You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements.

He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience.

He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”

You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties.

“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.

You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.

“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.

He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.

Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs.

His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.

“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”

You clumsily nod your head.

“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.

“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.

He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”

“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.

“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.

You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it.

“Tell me,” he says.

You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”

He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt.

“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.

König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.

“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”

Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you.

He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”

“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”

You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.

He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you.

“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”

You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”

“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.

“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”

You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.

He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look.

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.

He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”

When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool.

“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”

“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock.

“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”

You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum.

“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”

The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.

“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”

“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”

He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.

The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause.

“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”

“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.

“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”

You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch.

“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”

He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.

“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.

“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”

As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore.

“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”

You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.

Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”

He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.

“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”

“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”

“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”

“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch.

You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you.

Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer.

You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter.

“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”

He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.

Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good.

Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.

But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.

The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them.

“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.

You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”

He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”

“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.

“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”

The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you.

“W-Wait!” you wail.

“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.

“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist.

“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”

Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs.

“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”

“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.

It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his.

He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”

You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.

You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.

“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.

“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.

You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.

“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.

You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out.

It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.

“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”

You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”

He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you agree.

The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap.

“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.

He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”

You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”

He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”

You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.

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tiffanyeatsyou · 7 months

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omg

OCTOBER . . . a month full of the spookiest things imaginable. you’re never supposed to ask who’s there.

𒈔 NOTE: helllooo !! since i couldn’t decide what to do for a 9k milestone event, i decided to participate in my very first kinktober this year. i‘ll only do three weeks since i’m horrible with a series. some things might be scrapped or not in order at times or i may add as i go on. this is just for fun & i decided to format my kinktober w fics as well as kinks too. hopefully i can finish everything <3 ! i’m excitedddd.

before you enter: reader will always be female aligned, fics are tagged properly, all works are for 18+ audiences

jujutsu kaisen characters only [ modern au! ]

taglist is now closed ! -> kazutober PLAYLIST

OCT. 1ST

TAGS: corruption, dumbification, manhandling, size kink, breath play.

FREAK IN THE SHEETS starring: TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS: lady k and the sick man au, toji finds a new apartment finally after getting abruptly fired, despite someone already living there. yet that’s when he stumbled upon you, a pretty young ghost woman.

OCT. 7TH

TAGS: college!au, the ring!au, exes to lovers, dirty talk, angst.

SEVEN-DAY-SLUT! starring: GOJO SATORU

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

OCT. 12 thru OCT. 14

SIZE KINK starring: NANAMI KENTO

OVERSTIM starring: GOJO SATORU

BREEDING starring: TOJI FUSHIGURO

DUMBIFICATION staring: SUGURU GETŌ

COCKWARMING starring: SUKUNA RYŌMEN

MANHANDLING starring: CHOSO KAMO

OCT. 16TH

TAGS: college! au, ghostface! gojo + ghostface! geto, 3sum, roleplay, manhandling

SEQUEL SCREAMER starring: GOJO & SUGURU GETO

SYNOPSIS: you and your two best friends decide to have a scream movie marathon due to the sudden thunderstom outside. although once you all decide to roleplay and re-enact the franchise, that’s when geto and gojo ask you the infamous question: “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

OCT. 23RD

TAGS: hate fucking, overstim, spit, impact play, brat! reader

EX BED BREAKER starring: SUGURU GETO

SYNOPOSIS: you hate halloween parties with a passion. especially if they’re hosted by no one other than your ex-boyfriend suguru geto. he invited you as his plus one, but you’re sure that’s not the only reason he wanted your company.

HALLOWEEN!

TAGS: cyber s*x, camgirl! reader, dumbification, squírting, voyerism

BOO, BITCH: LIVE! starring (????)

SYNOPSIS: happy halloween slut! how do you celebrate? go live for your 7k fans on kazuhub.com. you’re hosting a contest and the viewer gets to claim their “prize” in person! what happens if that special winner is your hot annoying neighbor that’s your no. 1 biggest fan?

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tiffanyeatsyou · 8 months

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10/10

SMITTEN ☆ eren yeager.

★ 𖥻 synopsis. being cuffed to the bed was the last thing eren expected on your date night home.

‍ ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.5k nsfw, pwp, lowercase intended, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, black coded, girly girl reader, mechanic!eren, bondage, established relationship, riding, switch!reader, switch!eren, eren’s sensitive, chubby!reader, readers needy, male oral, finger sucking, eren is fussy, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, kissing, mutual praise, voice kink, vulgar language, edging, pet names ex. mamas. baby. princess. daddy. minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated! <3

“baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”

eren knows how much you love him. how much you appreciate him, care for him, wanna be with him for the rest of your life. the matching ‘till death’ tattoos imprinted on the inner corner of your ring fingers proving so. he makes sure you're always taken care of financially, mentally, and even physically. works from sunrise to sunset, praises you with kisses all over your precious face for making him a meal every day. buys you whatever your heart desires. runs you bubble baths when you aren't feeling well. gives you full body massages which usually leads to him burying his face between your plush thighs. eren loves you. eren needs you. without you he isn't sane. you complete him. so because he treats you like a queen, it's only right that he receives king treatment.

while eren made his way home to you, the only person he wanted to see after a tiring, stressful day with customers who complained about their cars to him and loud-mouthed, gossipy employees at his auto shop . . . he was surprised to see that you set up a romantic atmosphere. eren is greeted with a soft, neat kiss to his pouty lips. his biceps tensing as he wraps both arms around your body in a tight bear-hug, giggling as he lifts you off the ground.

you've got scented candles lit around the loft with ceiling high windows, a bottle of stella rose black and a classic meal of creamy mafaldine tuscan chicken pasta prepared. strawberry cheesecake in the fridge for desert. eren’s eyes soften, picking you up and carrying you to the dining table to eat your meal, not before showering you with more kisses and a hundred thank you's.

you enjoy your meal under the moonlight, sipping wine and having deep conversations which you envied because there's always something the two of you can talk about without getting fussy. debates, political topics, wellness, issues with each other. remaining mature since you have the best communication. you wanted to let him know that he's been so understanding, so attentive to your needs and you felt like you needed to do more to show him you want him to feel secure. that this is a forever love and you don't take him for-granted, not for a second.

“baby, never think that you don't do enough for me. i make the decision to cater to you and i have no issue in doing so. you deserve this lifestyle. being in my presence is all i could ever ask of you. i pray everyday that i don't fuck up what we have. you're my girl.”

and immediately, you're taking the air from his lungs when you pull him close with your arms lazily thrown over his shoulders while you kiss him deeply. madly in love. it's a scary thing sometimes. and it's crazy how such a sweet moment turned into a salacious act like this. after finishing a film in the living room cuddled up with your pets, a cat for you and a dog for him, you tell eren you have one more surprise. standing to your feet with a cheeky smile, holding both hands out for him to grab. eren is curious, raising his brows before standing to his full height, towering over your figure and it never fails to make your skin heat up.

“don't pull no scary shit,” eren runs a tatted hand through his long hair before holding yours.

“shush, i promise it's not that.”

eren can't see you biting your sanrio themed acrylics with excitement, too busy staring at your bare ass underneath that slutty slip you have on. he recognizes it, in fact. an old piece by victoria's secret you've been searching on depop for like a madwoman. it's a mesh coquette cherry colored slip dress with a ruffled trim tulle skirt and damn did you wear it so good, the slip hugging your curves just right. his mouth waters, instinctively smacking your ass as you step into your shared bedroom.

before you could speak, as you turn to him he's already pulling you in by your waist, using his foot to kick the door closed so the kids wouldn't interrupt. they liked to jump on the bed mid-fuck a lot. you try not to melt in his hold, his lips gliding with yours, molding your ass in his hand, moaning from your taste.

“er—”

“who said you could look this fuckin’ good, unh?” swatting your ass again, the force knocks you closer into his chest, face burning when you feel his dick thickening in his jeans against your tummy. print evident.

“it's all for you, ‘ren,” chewing your lips with a smile, you give him a quick peck before releasing his hands from your ass. “but first, i need you to take your clothes off.”

“ooo,” he sings. “you feed me some good ass food, get all touchy and cuddly, and now you tryna fuck me?” eren tongues his inner cheek with a smirk. “nasty.”

“shut up and strip.”

“yes ma'am,” eren hums, still giving you those flirty green eyes as he stretches his arms behind himself to tug at his stained white tshirt, usually getting his clothes dirty when working. he still manages to smell so good though. a mix of musk with his daily cologne and body wash. you'll never forget the time when he came home one day, car grease on his hands nearly turning them black. hair messy and a dangerous look in his eye when he caught you in the kitchen with an apron baking a pie. bending you over the sink, hiking your pink sundress up on your waist and holding you still as he fucked you hard. rough hands groping every inch of your aching body. keeping you balanced by your forearms he held back while he ground his cock deep into you, expletives spewing, sweat coating his forehead, and nutting copious amounts of cum. point is, you love when he's fresh off of work. makes the thrill all the more inviting.

jeans come next. and that's when he takes his time, eyeing you as he torturously drags the zipper down before dragging the black fabric down his muscular thighs, dick bulging in his tommy hilfiger briefs. commentary ensues. “gonna kiss it for me?”

you shake your finger at him, a tiny tsk following. “don't ruin the surprise, keep going. wanna see you.”

“i feel like i'm being filmed, there better not be a camera,” he rolls his eyes, finally discarding every clothing piece on his body, your legs clenching tighter together where you stood as he moans when his dick hits his tummy. the tip is drenching precum it's almost inhumane. you needed to lick that up real soon.

“you wanna be?” you question, serious.

eren deadpans. “be for real.”

“you can wear a mask!” you protest, actually enjoying the idea. “mhm, you'd look so good with a balaclava on.”

“no.”

sucking your teeth, you continue with your plan, walking towards the closet to find a little box with his gift inside. holding the black and red compartment, you face him with a cheshire cat grin. “get on the bed and lay on your back.”

eren’s too horny to argue right now, still anxious about what you're planning, but does what you say nonetheless. naked, heavy, tall figure dipping the bed with black satin sheets and pillows as he sits up against the headboard, tucking some strands of hair behind his ear, wrinkling his pierced nose. “i don't like you.”

“you will in a minute. close your eyes. no peaking or i'm going to bed and your gonna have to fuck your hand instead.”

flaring his nostrils, he closes his eyes. you try your best to be silent with your present, removing the lid to take out the baby pink fuzzy handcuffs you ordered a few days ago. thinking this would be the perfect time to put them to use. he's quiet, leaning his head back when he feels you climb on top of him, stifling a breath when the mesh from your slip grazes the head of his dick. beyond sensitive. taking one of his wrists, you unclasp one cuff and chain him to it, eren’s eyes shooting open before you restrain him to the headboard completely.

“no fuckin’ way,” eren licks his lips as he shakes his head, a menacing glare in his eyes as you sit on his abdomen and keen in achievement. “baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”

“why? scared i'll slut you the fuck out, baby?” a sadistic smile casts your face, eren nearly trembling from your words. what exactly did you have in mind? he had no idea. but he's kind of . . . amused? aroused mostly. it's rare when you tap into your dominant side. loving to be his pretty little submissive.

“if you wanted to bounce on my dick so bad you could've been straightforward.”

“mhm, this is more fun. i get you all to myself. i can do whatever i want. promise it's all for you. just wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you suck on your lip and press your weight down on him, trailing your hands up his chest to his tatted neck, eyes drifting low and moaning from how good the view was. he's truly an ethereal man.

“g’na fuck me empty, princess?” his voice drops an octave, knowing what that does to you. the way his voice summons you to do things will never make sense.

“till your shooting blanks,” you grin.

“well, if that's the case,” eren ponders, inching his face closer to yours, accepting his fate and playing your fantasy. "then put that pussy where it belongs, princess.”

it's not in his position to make orders, so ignoring him, you scoot backwards so his angry dick is in your face and your ass is arched into the air for presentation. “wanna suck it first,” you mumble, delicately wrapping both of your soft hands around the vein protruding, throbbing weapon. just the right thickness to make it impossible to fully engulf it in your throat.

eren spreads his legs, and the act is so sexy yet desperate. hissing as you watched you intently through his long lashes, your lips hovering over the leaking tip before taking it gently into the warmth of your mouth. suckling it like your favorite flavored lollipop.

“goddamn, baby,” he stretches out his arms as a force of habit, ready to hold either side of your face so he can work his pretty cock in nice and easy. but he's irked the minute the chains clink on his wrist, remembering he's bound. he sighs out, fixing to say something until you remove one hand off his cock and massage his balls while taking him further down your mouth. working both hands simultaneously. saliva building, bubbles forming the quicker you bob your head and stroke his dick.

“yea, stroke it while you suck it. mm,” eren's eyes are scrolling back, thighs twitching as he lightly moves his hips as you gag and suck. releasing him with a wet pop, maintaining eye contact as you slick your puffy lips along the sides of his cock, darting your tongue out and moaning deeply. your ass moves in the air as if you're getting fucked from the back, rolling and rocking back. pussy sluice in your thin thong, needing him now more than ever. one more thing though, and it's his damn favorite.

“wait, baby. don't . . .” a gasp flees from his agape mouth as you nudge his balls with your tongue before sucking one of them into your mouth, keeping your rhythm stroking mostly the tip, spreading your fingers languidly, sticky with his precum and your spit. you know that's his sensitive area, the breaths leaving him frantic. you can feel the blood rushing in his cock, rotating your hand and sucking the heavy sack as the whimpers that vibrate in your throat travel to him.

“f-fuck, { name }. g’na cum. keep goin’.” the chains clank along the headboard as he struggles, spreading his legs even wider, his tummy sinking in as he buried his head into the pillow behind him. the ball in his neck protruding and you watch him, so in love, so intrigued . . . you stop. and he whines, which is the last thing you expected to hear from him. it's so needy that it makes your clit throb even harder.

“fuck!” he curses angrily, groaning with pain and pleasure stirring inside. his dick jumping for attention. “don't fuckin’ tease me baby, or i swear to god i'll fuck you sore.”

“yea, whatever,” you giggle, purposely pissing him off further. “you mad, daddy?” you pout, tone teasing. reclaiming your position previously as you hover above him, his jaw clenching, black painted nails balling into fists.

“you know i'm fuckin’ mad. stop playing, { name }.”

he's got a lot to say but he shuts up the instant you tug your lace thong to the side and reach behind yourself to sink slowly onto the tip. both hands lay flat on his stomach as you ease down, eren mumbling ‘slow, slow’ as you sink halfway down before riding back up. your nails dig into his skin briefly, the relief you receive maddening. it's such an easy fix when he's available. eyelids squeezed shut as you accommodate his size, the fire in your chest blazing.

“oh my god,” you suck on your lips, face screwed once you pick your pace, rising and dropping your ass effortlessly, like a mystical creature. your hips move like waves, grinding slow to feel him reach that spot within you, moaning and tossing your head to the side.

“so fuckin’ wet, baby. listen to you. listen,” eren’s eyebrows are knitted, jaw unlocked, completely entranced by the way you move, the two of you panting heavily, listening to your slick coat his dick lewdly. ass clapping onto his thighs you lean back to grab onto with one hand to balance yourself. cupping a handful of your tits and whimpering as you fuck him quicker.

“unh, if you could see what i see, baby,” eren chokes, rocking his waist with yours to heighten your pleasure. it felt so good to take control. “you look s’ good when you fuck me.”

“love how you feel inside me,” your juices drip down his balls and onto the sheets, squealing as you lean forward to angle your faces together, his hands reaching far enough to graze your hair and cheekbone. focusing on the look in your eyes as you steady yourself on the tips of your toes before slamming your ass down harder, the two of you gasping in sync. “fill me so fuckin’ good, baby.”

eren thinks it's so ironic how your lettered necklace dangles over his face, making a noise he's never made before, focusing on the silver swaying. now he gets how you feel when his chain swings over your face when he fucks a dent into the mattress shaping your silhouette. he's succumbing to you willingly, breath hitching from the euphoric roll and dip of your thick hips, wishing so badly he had access to grip and grind you down on his dick harder.

this position weakens you both, your knees buckling and his waist twitching. your voice quakes and you cum without warning him, flopping onto his chest as your hips stirred lazily. eren’s close yet again, can feel it but can't get to where he needs to be without you. he needed you to move.

“c’mon, princess. fuck me, lemme cum,” he sounds incredibly submissive, that whiny tone partaking his usual asshole demeanor. it was such a turn on seeing his face switching from grumpy to ‘please baby fuck me’. eyes low and seductive. begging sounded good on him.

you sit up, cupping either side of his face before kissing him. eren rushing the kiss meaning he's extra greedy for it. gliding his lips over your chin, groaning in your mouth and sliding his fat tongue over yours, a sloppy french kiss. your mind goes blank when you feel his tongue on your neck next, wishing it was between your legs right now. that thing is a demon. the way he fucks you with it makes your soul leave your body every time. he's a gift from the gods, truly.

“not yet.”

“not playing fair, baby,” eren clicks his teeth, bushy brows entwined to showcase his frustration. he's so cute when he's upset. “all i wanna do is touch you. why's that such an issue? if you're gonna fuck me, do it right.

you huff, knowing he's saying anything just so you'll unlock the cuffs. “talking too much, ‘ren.”

a dark glint is in his eyes, those jade irises no longer it's stunning bright shade. his voice becomes gravely as he says, “am i? that's cause i wanna lick your fuckin’ clit. n i can't do that properly without touching you. she's soakin’ all on me.”

“mmm, wanna put your mouth on my pussy?” your voice softens tauntingly, trailing your hand down your stomach to slowly roll your fingers over your engorged clit. eren’s mouth waters.

“yes,” he clenched his jaw. you're so goddamn infuriating.

“she needs more. i wanna stay full while you eat it.”

“i’ll put my fingers in it. you like those, baby, right?” his eyes go all big like a puppy. “taste you while i fuck you open. jus’ like you like it?”

as tempting as that sounded, again, he’s in no position to make demands. ignoring the way your tummy flutters from the delicious thought, you're back to fucking him nice and slow. overstimulating yourself and edging him. it's so painful he just wants to cum. he wouldn't necessarily consider this a gift. you've just gotten in your head and took advantage of the situation. but that's okay, ‘cause he's gonna fuck you sore like he said. your necklace hits his forehead, chest in his face as you clap back on his pulsating dick. sucking his fingers and squeaking unexpectedly, eyes widening as eren plants his feet into the bed and pistons his cock up into you, knocking the wind from your lungs.

“eren, wait. . .”

“shut the fuck up,” eren growls into your neck, fucking you as best he could with his restraint. your screams fill the air, unable to hold him still. there was no point. he was pissed off now and wanted nothing more than to fill you deep with his cum as punishment.

and for some reason you underestimate eren's strength, because in a matter of seconds he's yanking his right arm forward and breaking the cuff with just a blink of your eye. you can't even comprehend what the hell he just did because he's grabbing your neck and pining you beneath him to fuck you deeper. nothings processing in your brain but the sound of his thighs clapping with yours, the grunts from eren and your second orgasm shooting through you. arching your back into him, his hand constricting some air in your esophagus which only intensifies your pleasure.

“i hear you, mamas,” eren releases his grip on your neck just a little, pressing his nose to yours with a clenched jaw, his one arm hanging above you since it's still chained up. eren shifts his body slightly down yours to put your legs over his broad shoulders, slipping his dick back in and folding you in a mating press.

“this is what you get for fuckin’ with me,” the way he's fucking you has your toes cramping and your voice disappearing. you can't scream anymore, sounds of pleasure dying down to cries and whimpers, tiny figure compared to his jolting beneath him. eren’s whines are muffled by the pillow he buried his face into as he shoots his cum into you, filling you up warmly. his orgasm so overpowering he can't help but still fuck through it. wheezes and ragged breathing is all you could hear since you had zero energy to open your eyes.

throwing your arms around him to claw at his backside. eren’s still moving inside of you, your legs shaking the further he pins them down with his one hand after sitting up on his knees, looking down at you, long hair sticking to his fucked out face. he takes two of his slender fingers to tug down your bralette to retrieve the key you stored in there. freeing himself and tossing the cuffs somewhere in the room.

“cheap ass cuffs,” eren says, spanking the outside of your thigh. “gotta give it to you, i enjoyed that.”

you perch up on your elbows, happiness shadowing you. “really?!”

“just don't try that shit again. now lay on your stomach and lemme eat your pussy.”

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tiffanyeatsyou · 8 months

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That pushup toji one was HAWT whoever requested that god bless them lmaoo now do one with y/n who keeps interrupting him in the middle of his workouts lololol we love toji manhandling 🥵

cw: f! reader, manhandling, unprotected, finger sucking, full nelson, size kink, 18+

toji who grows the slightest annoyed once you keep interrupting his workouts—

he‘s doing three sets of bench press, gripping firmly onto the bars of the hefty dumbbells, wearing only a white tank top that exposed his hardened beefy toned arms and grey sweats.

“toji are you listening to me?” you mumbled, sat comfortably on his lap. toji gives you a side glance, nearly smacking his lips, the scar near his lap contorting just a tad bit— you started at his swole arms, watching him start to sweat and he pauses his set.

“i‘m . . . tryin’ to . . . work out, baby. you’re distracting me. wait ‘till i’m done—”

a tiny pout forms on your lips as you stared at your boyfriend, watching him continue his sets, his arms raising up and down near his chest— a faint grunt leaving his lips, so strong, the way his veins just showed throughout each raise up.

“i can‘t wait,” you sighed, before he pauses, watching you grind against his lap for a bit, teasingly sliding a hand up his white fitted tank, his hard abs colliding against your fingertips— and yet that‘s when you feel it right underneath your shorts.

toji’s brick hard boner.

you gasped, big beefy toji holding your thighs up with strong arms— you‘re cutely clinging onto him, your shaky frail arms wrapped around his neck, making a sweet attempt to hide your face into him and toji grunts—

his cock reaching deep the more he fucked you while standing up,

he‘s staring at you the entire time too, a smug grin pressing against his lips as he watched your ass move against him.

“. . ohhh, what‘s wrong now brat,” toji hums— sweat trickling down his darkened brow. he’s lifting you up only to slam you down onto him and it’s so rough,

he reaches so deep you’re babbling the same pathetic whimpers of his name, lip quivering each and very second as toji stares at you with a sly grin.

“couldn‘t fuckin’ wait for me to finish. jus’ had to be a nasty girl with dick all on her mind,” he huffs out in a spiteful spat—

you whine, his tip kissing against your spit, you‘re so dizzy yet you crave more. toji watches you lean in— making a sloppy cute attempt to kiss him and a chuckle slips past his lips, shaking his head. “nah, don’t kiss me. you don’t deserve it.”

“but—”

“quiet, little girl,” he rasps before moving a bit— bringing your towards the bench and making you sit down on his lap.

a tiny surprised gasp slithers its way out of your lips before toji groans, using a rough hand to slide his thick cock back into you, big arms holding up your thighs yet again. he scoffs. “never fuckin’ learn. you wanted me to fold you like this huh. didn’t learn from the last time i did this.”

“o—oh my goddd—” you babbled, and he starts plowing into you, pumping his hefty cock, his full base smacking against your cunt. you moaned, hearing a low snicker from behind your ear come from toji as he‘s fucking you—

you‘re literally like a doll, just bobbling up and down, he’s holding your thighs for you in a somewhat arm lock and you nearly start to drool.

“you’re just so damn mhm— nasty,” he grunts, watching your pussy just create the most dirtiest noises— it‘s so sloppy, he’s mashing around your insides with the very tip of his dick, you moaned, feeling his rough hands squeeze against your tits for a moment, pinching your nipples that poked underneath your top— toji‘s pounding right into you— you’re just a complete stuttering babbling mess.

“heh . . but . . that’s okayyyy,” he huffs out in a low breath, watching how you just jerked and bounced against him— so dumb off his cock it was just plain stupid. “you like bein' my nasty girl, right? my nasty girl that loves being mpfh—stretched all over the place, that it?”

you don‘t reply and toji chuckles— his cock nearly hypnotizing you it seems, completely and utterly stupefying as he stretched out your walls so good, it was so carnal— within seconds you felt your tongue start to absentmindedly loll out of your mouth, drool leaving your lips for a brief second, and toji brings a rough hand to wipe your mouth with a groan.

“you’re so messy,” he huffs out in a mere rasp, and you moan once he shoves two fingers into your mouth— it was as if your mouth knew what to do because you started to immediately suck on his two digits happily, moans muffled and all.

“can‘t even talk anymore ‘coz your so dumb, princess. jus let me stretch out this pussy just how i like it,” and he grunts— maintaining his grip of one arm holding your thigh up as he fucked you, your back pressed against him in deep rough full nelson. “mpfh—fuckkkk— messy girl gonna make me cum—” he growls, holding you upright, your cunt just sloppily kissing against the very head of his cock.

you whined, your head just softly thwacking back against toji as i he spoke, his warm breath brushing against the very back of your neck— expanding your walls with straight ease, his thick fingers still stuffed in your mouth, you sucked on them, whine after whine leaving your mouth before toji groans.

“damn—” he pants, and within seconds later, he‘s cumming, a thick sticky hot load pouring into you. your tummy heaved a bit, feeling yourself start to feel full—

especially in this specific position. your mouth watered, feeling toji‘s cock throb and twitch inside of you as his seed trickled deep into you, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, watching strands of your own saliva depart.

“can’t even do a single set without having to fuck you,” he grumbles with a low pant— wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, staring at you—

whimpering with your thighs still shaking, legs still in the air, pussy flooded with his cum. toji grins, lifting you up with a gruff sigh.

“hehe drama queen,” he mumbles, sliding your cute pulled down shorts back up— now stained with his stringy sticky seed. “let’s finish this in the shower, princess.”

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tiffanyeatsyou · 8 months

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TOOO GOOD

Boys who fuck you slow and sensual when you’re sleepy. He’ll lay you on your side while his chest presses against your back. His cock fills you up so much all you can do is lay there mumbling barely audible thank yous.

“That’s it baby” his voice is sultry in your ear.

His breath fans across your skin as he pants, overcome with pleasure. He presses wet kisses to your skin while his hands leave no part of you untouched.

“You don’t have to do anything but lay here and cum on my cock angel”

His filthy words contrast the soft nickname he loves calling you. His hand comes down to your leg lifting it just a bit to allow himself to stroke deeper. He can feel the way you squeeze around his cock. You’re close, he tell from the way your breathing becomes shaky or how you can’t help but grind down onto him in an attempt to meet his thrust.

“Come on baby, make me proud” his own voice almost fails him from how good you feel. “Make a mess for me Angel, you can do it.”

He almost feels bad now. He knows he should be taking it slow on you but the way your hand grips his hip pulling him into you has him feeling feral. His head dips into your neck sucking harshly at the skin.

“I’m sorry baby” he grunts

His cock plunges into your dripping hole at a rough pace.

“Your pussy is just too good”

He pulls the loudest moans from you and smiles at the sounds. He makes a mental note to record next time so he can remember how pretty you sound creaming on his cock.

“Take this cock for me, I know you can do it”

His words go straight to your core. You’re almost sure you’re going to have to change the sheets when he’s done with you. His hand smooths over to your core rubbing circles on the small bundle of nerves.

“mmm so good for me aren’t you, it’s okay you can cum” His cock is relentlessly pounding into you.

“And say my name when you do Angel, I love when you do that”

Kuroo, Bokuto, Osamu, Hinata, Sugawara, Atsumu, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Gojo, Choso

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𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆-𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 | gojo satoru.

SUMMARY: perhaps maybe having your ex-boyfriend satoru as your “tutor” wasn’t the best idea.

CONTENT: f! reader, college! au, both are early 20s, pwp, thigh riding, switch gojo + switch reader, praising, gojo gets overstimmed, cumshots, creampie, degradation, spanking, oral, brat taming, dumbfication, pussy spanking, edging, (pet names) — angel, princess. wk 4.9k!

NOTE: uhhhh idkkk wrote this while in the middle of studying & i have a huge gojo brain rot rn but yeaaaah.

SONG INSPO.

“Satoru,” you mumbled — writhing in his lap. He’s got his head planted near your neck, watching you try to jot down whatever answers came into your mind. You hated this course with every bone in your body, stupid psychology 101. This particular class held you back, considering you passed all your other courses with flying colors. Of course, though, Gojo had the highest grade, and he just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend. Ultimately enough, he was the very last person you’d ask for help. He’s scrolling on his phone absentmindedly, and you blow out a vexed sigh. “This is stupid. I don’t get it,” and you tense, feeling him sit up, probably purposely to feel his strained bulge underneath his grey sweats. “And, I don’t get how me sitting on your lap will help me pass this shitty course.”

His cerulean eyes flicker at your paper, a smug smile from seeing your uncaring, sloppy handwriting. “Oh, come on. This class is so easy,” and he slightly lolls his head to the left before yawning. “And you’re on my lap so you can focus more,” and Gojo picks up his red pen — and starts marking everything wrong, dramatically mumbling: nope, wrong, nope’s underneath his breath, “Looks like someone’s gonna bomb this upcoming exam... again tomorrow. Shame.”

A pout curls on your lips, as you stare at the multiple choice quiz Gojo printed out for you along with the dozens of other assignments scattered on your desk. “Okay okay. I’ll… try harder,” you’d mumble — wanting to do nothing more than just sleep all day, procrastinate and be secluded to your own thoughts. “At least be a better ‘tutor’ Satoru. You really suck at this.”

“Uh! Rude,” Gojo jeers, and you nearly drop your pen, feeling his hardened bulge against you. It was so distracting — as if you’d tell him though. Knowing Gojo, he’d ridicule you. He moves his legs a bit, and it makes yours move too, and a hand brushes past your waist making you nearly burst. “Just re-read the problem,” he rolls his eyes, and he’s so close to you, his voice is smooth, dripping with silk and smugness. “Can’t be that dumb can you? You used to be such a good girl, always participating in class, super happy when you get all the answers right,” and you could smell his sweet minty breath fan against your sinuses as he continued, “Such a little teacher‘s pet.”

You nearly slipped out a noise, feeling his knee slither its way between your legs — and you try to focus. “Shut… up…” You’d grumble, roughly filling in the bubbled answer that read ‘psychoanalysis,’ knowing damn well that’d probably be wrong too. Gojo’s staring at you working, but he laughs to himself, watching you almost moan from feeling him start to bounce his thigh. “Satoru,” you’d whine, and instinctively your hands planted on his thighs that hid underneath his grey sweats. He was definitely doing this on purpose, to fuck with you. “I— I can’t concentrate like this…”

“Pfttt, sure you can!” He scoffs cheekily, and you softly pant — feeling his hands make their way toward your waist, and you hate how your pussy betrayed you, already pulsating and throbbing from Gojo’s thigh. “Keep working. Don’t mind me. Just uh... making sure your cute squirmy body doesn’t fall asleep on me. Better start writing,” And you let out a honeyed whimper, feeling him graze his fingers beneath your skirt, teasingly brushing his fingertips against your black laced undergarments. “Well, at least you’re smart enough to remember to wear panties. Heh.”

You gripped your ballpoint pen — trying to shut out his flirtatious words and focus on writing. But no, your pussy was saying something else entirely, screaming at you to grind on your ex-boyfriend’s lap. Who needs studying when you’ve got dick right underneath you? Poor mentality, yeah but your little feline friend between your legs obviously had a lot on her mind — making your thoughts wander elsewhere, definitely not engrossing on your stupid college psychology subject.

“Satoru, please,” you’d mutter out, and your voice is soft and defeated. His familiar loud exhilarating cologne scent didn’t help either — it made you dizzy, tipsy almost, the bouncing of his thigh nearly pushing you towards the edge. “I... can’t.”

“Ha? Can’t what…?” He coos, and you nearly let off a candied whine, feeling his slender fingertips trace down your exposed thighs. “Ah. Y/N. Can’t handle a little stimulation? Don’t tell me you’re getting off on this,” and he clicks his tongue with a smug shit-eating grin. “Forgot how horny you were all the damn time.”

You almost moaned at his words — and then you remembered, the two of you were in public. In the library. It was late at night, so not maybe people were around except for a few frat boys and groups working on last-minute projects. You and Gojo were located near the back, and your body couldn’t take it. The stimulation was almost too much to bare, so you sharply inhaled.

“You’re... so annoying.” you’d chuff out, and that’s when your head slightly goes up, starting to ride his thigh. Gojo tenses, hearing your sweet breathing pick up as you’re just using his right leg to get off — like a dirty girl, and it made him smile, not only that but it made him hard too.

“Heyyyy,” he coos lowly, and you whimper — feeling Gojo slide his hands inside your university pullover. His hands are undoubtedly slow that it’s got you in a frenzy, and he traces his hands down the bra set you wore, swiping his thumb against your perky nipples. “You’re supposed to be studying Y/N, not fucking yourself on my leg.”

You gasp — feeling Gojo start to shake and flex his thigh that’s directly underneath and between your slick heat. The friction makes you dumb within seconds, and your nails pry into his leg, hips gently swaying and moving against him. You're so desperate, hips innocently twitching and undulating within his touch. “Fuck that… Satoru,” You’d moan, and it feels so good, your cunt’s just throbbing like a vein, telling you how excited it is and how it wants more. “I… I need you.”

“You don’t need me,” Gojo rasps and your body heats up — feeling him begin to coat the nape and side of your neck with gentle kisses. “You want me,” and he grunts, growing harder and harder by the second. You’re trying your best to keep quiet, but it just feels too good. Gojo smugly hums at your body movements shifting and jerking, and he softly sighs. “What do you want huh? Tell me.”

“Touch me,” you’d immediately spit out, and the friction being created felt incredibly sensual. simply alluring. “Touch me more, ‘Toru.”

His ears slightly twitch hearing your lips and mumble his name in a shortened manner. Gojo hums to himself, grabbing your hand and making you pick up the pen. “Mmmmm, okay. I’ll touch you, pretty girl. But as long as you’re doing your work, yeah?”

“But—”

“No buts. Start writing,” Gojo murmurs, and you let out an irritated huff. Studying for this dumb class was the last thing you’d want to do. Annoyingly enough though, you picked up your pen, skimming your eyes through the long detailed questions before gasping once feeling Gojo unclasp your bra. “Whoops,” he says, with a sniggering grin. You’re whining still — continuing to ride his thigh, and you’re feeling yourself reach your peak. “Focus,” he tells you, playfully turning your head to face your worksheet. “Read the problem for me, c‘mon. Don’t make me baby you, angel.”

You nearly let out a sob once he starts bouncing his leg again out of teasing spite, and you try to keep your eyes on the paper. This time it's with a lot more force though. “U-Um…” you’d stammer, nipping on your bottom lip with a cute sigh. “Uh… it says… what method did… scientists... use to,” and you pause mid-sentence, feeling Gojo‘s hand reach down towards your achy throbbing cunt rubbing against his leg. “um… study c—conscious behavior…Satoru....?”

“Good girl,” he grins, and it takes everything in you to not moan at the top of your lungs — feeling Gojo give your cunt a frisky squeeze. “And the answer is... what?”

“It’s…” you panted, feeling yourself about to cum right on his grey cottoned sweatpants. “The answer’s um… A?”

“A, huh? Hmmmm. Let’s see,” Gojo tilts his head, and he pulls out the answer key from underneath your folder. He takes a long dreadful time to stare at the answer, and you know he’s doing that purposely — he’d always loved edging you. You’re so mousy and tongue-tied, babbling his name quietly underneath your breath, and you’re about to cum, you can feel it. Your hips continue to sway and move as you whine profusely from his thigh. “Nope. That‘s wrong,” and you hear him chuckle next to your ear — marking yet another fat X on the word problem. You frown, and Gojo’s fingers reach toward your clit, sliding your panties aside before mocking your pout. “Heh. Tell you what. Get the answer right, and I’ll let you cum, princess,” and he’s feeling how soaked you were, a smile tugging on his pink sheeny lips. “But you’re gonna have to show your work. Cheating’s bad, you know?”

You’re nearly sobbing at his words, and he‘s still vigorously bouncing his knee with much intent to push you closer toward your orgasm. The unrelenting tempo was almost too much to contain. “Fuck you… Satoru.. Satoruuuu… I can‘t… need to cum…. please please please…”

“Aw. Don’t make me repeat myself Y/N,” he mutters, and you whimper from feeling his left-hand slide underneath your uni pull over again. Gojo’s feeling all on your breasts — and you shift in his lap, nearly incapable to think let alone comprehend the dumb questions in front of you. “C‘monnnnn Y/N,” he chants directly next to your ear, making you spread your legs more. His touch alone was gentle yet had set off a fire on the peach fuzz that resided on your skin. “You’re dumb but you’re not that dumb. Give it another try!”

You swallowed, tears sticking to your lengthy natural lashes before flickering your eyes towards the sheet. “Um… it‘s… C…” you huffed out, and your head slumps back against his chest. Gojo grins at your cuteness, bringing a hand to stroke your hair as you tried to form out little words. “I got the answer because…” and you kept pausing anew and anew again, each second your voice was getting higher and higher — as if you were some sort of soprano. “I… knew that um… introspection is the most… sensible answer and… it was the method scientists used t—to use…”

“Uh huh,” Gojo rubs his chin once you stop speaking and look at him with dolled eyes, and you loathed how much of a tease he was. Your pussy was throbbing, having a temper tantrum of its own before Gojo simpers to himself. “Well, for one thing, your explaining could use a bit more work. Pretty lazy job ther—”

“Satoru!” You’d cry out — and you didn’t mean to be so loud, getting violent shushes from people around the public space, pools of heat rising to your face.

Your ex-boyfriend laughs, and he brings a hand towards your mouth while your hips abruptly stopped riding him — spasming and twitching now against his thigh. “Trying to get us kicked out, huh?” He whispers, and he makes you look at him, preventing you from making more noise, except it was now cutely muffled. You drag and guide his free hand towards your cunt, and he mocks your pout again. “Okay, fine.... Go ahead and cum.”

Immensely, your legs shook while your muffled voice got pulled into a complete crescendo. Moaning into Gojo’s hand, all he could hear was a cute whiney orgasm — your vision nearly turning white with your head smacking back against his shoulder with tears poking in the corners of your eyes. “So dramatic,” he giggles and pulls his hand away. You’re panting before Gojo stands up, making you follow the same, and your legs feel numb. Feeling him slide up your skirt he then drags you to his dorm. “C’mon. We should study somewhere more private.”

And yet here you were in Gojo‘s tidy room — on your knees as he’s staring down at you, letting off the sluttiest moans. You’re graciously taking him in your mouth, nails digging into his half-worn sweats while he’s got a hand gripping the crown of your head. “Fuck,” he breathes out, and you’re bobbling your head rapidly, occasionally swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip just to watch him squirm. “If only—” and he lets out a soft shaky chuckle before moaning again. “If only you were good at psychology as much as you— were good at sucking dick, fuck.”

You shoot him a glare, and Gojo grunts — feeling your soft dominant hand wrap around his base simultaneously, stroking him while taking him deep inside your tight throat. “Missed your slutty tongue,” he pants, and you watch his head nearly tilt back from the way you sucked him off, humming over his throbbing cock in your mouth with a pompous smile to make him moan from the erratic vibrations. “Whore. You’re... doing that on purpose,” and he shoves you down further, pushing past your gag reflex, gagging and nearly moaning yourself. “Shit... I’m gonna… cum soon…”

Gojo thinks you look so pretty on your knees for him, plump lustrous tears sticking towards your natural long lashes — and he spots you reaching down to rub on your primarily soaked and neglected clit, moaning all over his shaft now. “Good girl. So pretty with your mouth full,” he huffs out, and your head continues to go up and down with your eyes nearly half-lidded. He’s battling with his frosty lashes to blink, chasing his own breath like it’s tag before letting out a long sugar-coated moan that makes your cunt twitch. “You and your fucking—” and he pauses, briefly making you stare dead at him. “— tongue. Bet… this was all you wanted huh? Choking down on me instead of studying?”

Without even a split second of comprehending his stammering words, you give him an eager but slow head nod — pupils completely dilated.

“No, Y/N,” he grunts, shoving you down further down on his pulsating cock — your tongue succinctly brushes against one of the veins running down it and he moans again, sharply inhaling through his nose. “You’re… supposed to want to study. Not be some—” and he nearly slips out a whine from how close he is. “Cock hungry whore,” and his words make you let off a muffled trilled sound. You’re so sloppy and messy too, pretty soon, your saliva’s pouring out the sides of your mouth, sliding down your chin. “You’re such a nasty girl,” and then Gojo stares down at you with his face flushed and a derisive pout. “My nasty girl though, right?”

You nod, and Gojo’s still panting, about to shoot a load right down your tight throat. “Good,” and he makes you lift your head up a little. “Better fucking… swallow it all angel,” and his breath is tottering and unsteady. “This cum doesn’t come for free. You should know that by now, pretty girl.”

Gojo’s thrusting into your mouth carelessly, and again his moans are so slutty — he’s always been like that, and you’d be too embarrassed to tell him that his noises somewhat got you off. Within a few moments though, his hips twitch and he lets out a long dragged-out moan, and you feel him spurt and shoot velvety ropes of his cum toward the roof of your mouth. His breath was always snatched away because of you, and he’s heaving, watching you stare back at him with low hooded eyes. “Open for me,” he sputters cooingly, and his entire body’s shaking, watching you submissively obey. You give him an ah, lolling out your tongue and showing him how you didn’t waste a drop. “Good… girl…. filthy fucking… girl..” He moans, and you whine — feeling him briefly slap the red mushroom tip of his erect cock against your tongue while speaking.

You lick your glossed lips as he helps you up, dragging you towards his fleecy air mattress. “You... still moan like a girl, Satoru.”

“....Shut up,” he utters — before he shoves you onto his desk instead. Gojo pulls up your plaid skirt, making you bend over the weak wooden desk, colliding against the red-marked papers, before giving your ass a hard smack. You let out a surprised whine, legs spread apart. “You’ve got no room to talk,” and he gives you another spank, and another, and another until you start moaning repeatedly. “You were the one whining earlier while getting off on my knee. You’re probably getting off to me spanking you too.”

You dig your nails into your arms, squeezing your parted lips together before panting. “Maybe. Spank me harder, Sator—”

“Brat,” he gives you another spank, and it stings against your skin before you feel him shove you further on his desk, sprawling out your legs even more. That’s when you let out a sweetened whimper, feeling the head of Gojo’s cock slide against your needy slit. Sure, the two of you weren’t together anymore since you two had to focus primarily on studies and work, but man the sex was great. It was amazing. Stupidly prodigious. Gojo knew every inch, every crevice, and every part of your body to make you cry and scream out his name. You were a brat, a heavy one at that, but he was always the only one to know how to put you in your place, regardless. “So needy. Trying to push your hips into me. Be patient.”

You whine, feeling Gojo‘s tip slowly insert inside your wet cunt that’s profusely throbbing, pleading and utterly begging to be fucked. “S—Satoru.”

“Quiet,” he talks over you, and he’s easily sliding inside between your folds — gummy walls voluntarily contracting around him. He lets out a soft grunt from the way your puffy cunt’s absorbing his cock, just effortlessly disappearing. He’s got a firm grip on your skirt, and you look so cute and pathetic, arched over his desk, right where you belonged in his eyes. “This is what’s gonna happen, ‘kay,” he cheekily tells you, before you whimper, a single thrust and he’s halfway in. You almost forgot how abnormally big he was. The girth he had was truly erratic. “I‘m gonna fuck you,” he breathes, and you shiver from feeling him rub a big hand against your mildly sore ass. “And you’re gonna be a good girl and finish the rest of the worksheet so I can grade it, hm?”

You let off a maddened pout, arms tucked underneath your chest while feeling him all the way in now. “Why can’t you just fuck me,” you sound so whiney, feeling Gojo’s hand remain on your ass.

“How about I just not fuck you at all and fail your dumb ass.” He snaps back, and that makes you shut up instantly — your eyes burning into the stupid plain mock paper.

“Fuck….” You mumbled, nearly letting off a moan. “Fine… whatever…”

Within seconds, Gojo’s drilling his hips into your core, and you’re sobbing out his name over and over, trembling hands gripping tightly onto the skinny pink ballpoint pen. His thrusts are jagged, roughly slamming you against the desk purposely to mess up your handwriting. Pure scribble scrabbles being printed on the sheet in ink as you’re getting fucked, whining out lamentable pathetic whimpers and mutters constantly, feeling him reach deep into your pussy. It’s so lewd, he makes you get so loud within seconds and with such ease.

“Do your work angel,” He warns you. “Or I’ll stop.”

“I— I can’t!” You’d babble out, eyebrows furrowing together as you’re trying to hold onto the raggedy desk. But you feel Gojo start to slow down, muttering a smug ‘really—oh okay’ and you whine, picking up your pen again. “Okay.. okay… I’m working…. fine… S—Satoru…” and you swallow thickly, nearly losing all sorts of dignity from his nasty sloppy thrusts smacking against your achy sex. “Just… don’t stop… fucking me…”

Gojo grunts, watching you cutely ‘attempt’ to write, jotting down answers while moaning his name, but it’s once he hits that certain spot deep way inside your pussy — past your clitoral hood that nearly makes you rip a scream out your throat. Once Gojo hears that, he can’t help but consistently hit and bully the head of his cock against it over and over, having it french kiss your cervix in the process to push you over the edge instantly.

“Ooh. Found that little g-spot, did I?” He hums, bringing a little spank to your rump, and you’re nearly sputtering out nothings under your breath, trying to maintain focus but desperately failing.

“K—Keep hitting me right there… please, Satoruuuu.” You begged, voice trembling with every word. His hips were acting so foolhardy, grinding against you, and he gets harder from your pleading voice, encouraging him to keep going, to fuck the absolute knowledge out of your brain. Gojo grunts and his thrusts have you biting your lip, chewing on it like it's bubblegum. He's ruthless slamming against your pussy, going into a completely frenzied state, watching you get even dumber all on his cock. “So… deep…”

He’s still fucking you, groaning from the way your walls played patty cake with his fat cock that’s clamping and snagging back against each other. You finally start writing again, lip quivering while trying to focus your nearly blurred eyesight on the ink-imprinted words. “Fuck… me…” you’d frown with a pout, and you only managed to get about two to three problems down out of fifteen. It couldn’t have been your fault though, right? Gojo’s cock is just driving so deep into your cunt, it’s hard enough for you to do anything, really. His thrusts are so good, it almost makes your mouth water, before feeling him pull a hand towards your waist. He’s got your tongue nearly lolling out on its own from his raunchy explicit hip movements, just mercilessly pivoting into you — the same piston motion over and over. You’ve been fucked by Gojo in lots of places but never directly over his desk.

“I’m assuming you’re halfway done, princess?” Gojo purrs and his voice is all smug again, but it’s much low this time. Condescending, even. You’re incapable to think straight let alone respond, and he subduedly moans from the way your sopping wet pussy squelches and grips around him. “Awww, what! No little bratty remark towards me? This really all it takes, huh?” and your moans are so shaky within each thrust he’s presenting towards your cunt — repeating his way to crash and slam into your slippery heat. “Mhm. Hugging around my cock so good. Bet you’re about to cum again too.”

And you were, leg slightly starting to bounce while your heel dug into the carpet floor. Gojo knew exactly from the way you started to tense and clench up around him. So adorable. There’s this smug grin residing on his face before you feel him lift one of your legs up to lay against his desk — getting a much deeper and more thorough angle.

“S—Satoru.. gonna cum…” you whimpered, and your voice is so soft, almost a mere whisper, and your throat's sort of sore from whining so much, considering. “Cumming… gonna c—”

“Really. Well then,” he grins, and you feel him suddenly pull out. Your pussy tenses from the sudden feeling of being clenched around nothing now, and you let off the cutest huh, utterly confused on why he’d just abruptly stopped. Gojo leans in close to you — and you softly let off a noise, feeling him drag a hand down towards your overly sensitive clit. “You have a hard time following instructions, don’t you,” he huffs, and he’s staring at your lazy poor work, nearly nothing is written. Gojo’s teasing you, rubbing a hand on your pussy back and forth, licking a stripe up your neck. “Silly girl. How about I spank your pussy for every question you didn’t answer?”

You shake your head, feeling his right hand reach towards your neck caressingly — making you look at him in your peripherals, giving you a sweet teasing kiss. “Yeah? Okay,” he coos, and you whine, feeling him give you one spank on your clit. “Aww there there, princess,” and he brings a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe if dumb Y/N did her work, she wouldn’t be getting edged.”

“Satoruuuuu….” You writhed, back completely arched against him. And he feels his cock twitch from the way you moaned his name that time, almost like you sang it.

He kept spanking your cunt until you started randomly apologizing for being so dumb and stupid — babbling how you’ll do so much better in class and participate and pay more attention and stay off your phone, scrolling endlessly through useless apps. You’ll be a good student. A good girl more specifically, and it makes him simper — hearing you speak while butchering over your words, probably not even acknowledging what you were saying. Almost as if his dick put some enticing spell on your cunt, on your mind, and theoretically on your brain. Gojo smugly smiles to himself, sliding his middle finger in between your folds to watch you whine. He knew you were only saying that so you could cum, but you were just so adorable.

“Hmmm.. okay, maybe I’ll be nice just this once.”

And within long dreadful minutes and positions later including being edged ruthlessly, you’re cumming all over Gojo’s cock, coating a white ring around his base as he’s fucking you into his mattress. He’s staring at you, lust all in his dilated pupils, messy white hair all over the place while he watches you cutely cling onto his toned arms, eyes nearly rolling back with your back arching back adequately.

“Fuck,” He groans, and Gojo’s cumming again too, but he pulls out to spray his seed on your tummy, painting it entirely. You looked so fucked out, eyes droopy, eyebrows furrowed, and legs simultaneously twitching within his presence. But that’s when you shove Gojo on his back, and he lets you with a slight curious smile, frosty white hair all messy and nearly covering his eyebrows. “Hey.. what are you—”

You let out a shaky breath, aligning his cock between your slit before you plop down on him. “Y/N…..” his eyes widens, watching you start to ride him and he’s still so sensitive. Gojo’s head goes back, and all his teasing arrogance leaves and he’s the one whining now — nearly choking on his own breath. “Y/N… Fuck… fuck ‘m… still s-sensitive,” and his voice gets all high out of nowhere, bringing his right hand to his face to shield his own embarrassment. “Shit…”

You start moaning too — but it’s nowhere near as loud compared to Gojo, his moans are incredibly bratty and slutty, and you watch his toned pectorals on his chest tense and flex as you rode him, moving your hips against him while feeling him deep inside your walls nice and snug. “My god… fuckin’ dammit,” he pants, and you hear him sort of sniffle, and he stares up at you — seeing you now with a smug grin. Some would say it’s sort of karma. “You… b-bitch!” He chokes out with a whimper, and you know it’s playful because he moans directly afterward. “Trying to... kill me….?” and he’s continuously rambling, face completely flushed with red now, and you’re making him blush.

“Do I stop or—”

“No, don’t fucking stop,” Gojo immediately replies, and he sounds almost offended at the question. His hands go towards your waist, head still going back while you moaned — feeling him try to somewhat control your hip movements. “You… wanted to r-ride me then fucking ride me.”

You smile at your ex-boyfriend, picking up your pace again, his sensitive flaccid cock puncturing deep inside your cunt, and his moans are incredibly shaky — and he’s tightly holding onto your waist. “Don’t stop…” he rasps, and it feels so good for him, he’s still hiding his face with his hand with one hand propped on your waist. He was so embarrassed. Now Gojo was the one being cute, now you. “Fucking whore… I can feel you smiling at me,” and you nearly giggle, rolling your hips against him in a seductive manner, both hands laid on his pale chiseled chest. “God… I’m gonna cum again… fuck….”

“Don’t miss this time,” You teased, leaning up close to Gojo with a warm pout, removing his hand from his face. There are tears sticking on his frosty lashes like glue — and he looks down at you, mouth slightly open before you give him a playful kiss. “Want you to cum in me.”

He lets out a soft grunt, watching you continue to bounce on him, his grip so hard on your hips, you’d be surprised if it wasn’t a little bruised. “Of course you do,” he pants, and he feels the immense amount of pressure building up. It feels bashful, and his face grows extremely hot, a fume of smoke burning out his ears. “Fine, take it then. Just….” and he’s about to say something else but he gets cut off by one of the thrusts literally taking his breath away. “Fuck…”

The mattress jerks and creaks, and Gojo’s cumming fast, and it’s hard. His orgasms are so whiney, chest heaving and he’s stammering your name now — almost as if the roles were completely reversed. You moaned, feeling him shoot a thick load inside your pussy that’s pulsating and tightening around him. “You’re talking about me,” you teased, leaning in close to him. He’s slumped, but shoots you a glare, “You— can be just as submissive as me sometimes, Satoru.”

“Shut….up Y/N.” He mumbles, and you bring him into a warm deep, and sloppy kiss. You moan, feeling his hands continue to wander and explore down your chest to your waist, and then towards your cunt to squeeze on it — hearing you whine into his mouth. He groans while kissing you, tasting how minty and sweet he was before he broke away, watching the spit break and depart. “Brat.”

You stared at Gojo, watching him profusely pant with both sides of his cheeks a bright fiery red.

“So… do I pass?”

Gojo’s still moaning, his entire body quivering and shivering as he was still inside you — so stuffed full, and he shoots you a menacing side-eye. “No, you don’t fucking pass,” and he mocks your tone near the end, “You get an F.”

You give him a playful pout, peppering his face with a plethora amount of sweet kisses, and he’s still panting, holding tightly onto your waist still. “C’mon Satoru. Pleaseee.”

“My god,” he grunts, still very much whining, still taken aback from being overstimulated. “Fine… C minus. Take it or…. l-leave it…”

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tiffanyeatsyou · 2 years

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01. 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

GENRE : FILTHY SMUT

PAIRING : toji x f! reader

NSFW WARNINGS : manhandling, slapping, unrealistic cervix kisses, degradation, overstimulation, brief spitting, breeding, brat! y/n, lots of dirty talk, mean! toji

POSITIONS SERIES MASTERLIST

SYNOPSIS : out in a skimpy black dress, all of you is out on display, & with one flirtatious remark shot your way by your waiter, toji finds himself bullying you for everything you’ve got

As eight o’clock rounded the corner, you slipped on your black strapless dress, that hugged all of the right places, and paired it with a nice designer handbag and a pair of heeled sandals. You sprayed your favorite perfume to finish off the look of the night.

You felt good, and you damn sure looked it. Everything sitting so perfectly: boobs perky and cleavage prominent from the dip on the top, ass poking out all round and plushy, cheeks threatening to peek from the bottom of the black fabric.

You found yourself wondering if Toji'd like it, if he'd enjoy the skimpy piece of clothing hugging all the right places, whispering in your ear telling you that it looks pretty but he'd much rather see it being ripped off your body by his own hands, telling you that you're such a fucking whore for picking out such a itty-bitty dress for your developed body.

You shook your head, a piteous attempt to pull yourself out of your inevitably lewd thoughts; you hadn't even seen the man yet tonight but yet you can't get him out of your mind.

A 'ping!' from your phone shot you out of your mini daydream, scrambling to grab the device to see who it was.

"hey, i'm outside," read the text so there you went, making sure to lock up.

As soon as you made contact with the man of the night, you felt your legs buckling right from underneath you.

His white dress shirt cling to his oh so perfect upper body while his lower half was clad in a pair of black trousers; he looked absolutely mouth watering. His thick thighs looked.. looked so rideable and you did nothing to hide the fact that you were blatantly staring at them.

"Not even gonna say anything?" The scarred side of his lip twitched, a smirk plastering over his features as you were practically drooling on him but he'd be lying if he said lecherous thoughts of you weren't consuming his senses.

"I— mm, you look good," you put simply, trying to find words that weren't as outspoken as you would like, not wanting the start of the eventful night to be anything salacious..

"Tell that to yourself." Toji licked his lips, tongue peeking out from his mouth and in between the plump pink flesh to moisten the area. The small, seemingly innocent act had you looking away, over his shoulder at the shiny black sports car waiting at the curb.

"Hand." That was all it took for you to place your hand in his rough, callous, large one; the size difference making your smaller one feel delicate and tiny in his. He tried to be careful as it may seem that with one small move, he could easily break you.

He stood at around six foot five, tall, muscular build as his biceps strained in his shirt, nice, toned thighs; delicious. Well you couldn't. You couldn't think like that now. But everything was right here, he was right here, so massive and dominance oozing from each and every crevice of his physique, you couldn't help but think.

When getting into his car, the first thing that you were hit with was the smell of his musky, expensive cologne and if midnight were a scent, that would be it. The smell was so attractive, surrounding you as you wished you could drown yourself in it.

"What's got you so uptight?" He placed his arm on the headrest of the seat, shifting his body to face backwards to look of of them lol rear windshield. As he maneuvered the car out of the parking space, you were drawn to look at his hands clutching the steering wheel, veins inching up the center as he drove.

"Nothing, nothing at all." You had to tear your eyes away from his figure, looking out the window as the accelerating Ashton Martin passed an abundance of street lights.

"Talk to me, then," he said, placing his right, large hand on your thigh, palm engulfing your entire thigh with ease. He then squeezed the said area, making a swift left turn.

He then slowly rubbed up your inner thigh, gradually dipping his hand between and teasingly rubbing your pussy folds through your panties.

It was gonna be one long ass car ride.

—

One sweet orgasm later, you were parked outside of the restaurant/bar, legs practically shaking as Toji opened the door for you.

Upon getting out, the male placed a hand on your lower back, urging you forward before shutting and locking the door. "Nice right? When I first rode passed it, I thought of you." His words were sweet, hitting every bone in your body just right.

"Really? Or are you just buttering me up?" He was too good to be true. Fucking you good, treating you nice; everything that you looked for in a man.

"Yes really, I'm serious," he chuckled, walking into the establishment and checking in.

The place was chill; great live music, pretty lights, but the bar was packed. People littering and crowding around the stools for a drink, the intoxicated stumbling out of the door with hazy smiles painted over their faces as they did so.

"Come on." With a whisper in your ear, Toji was guiding you to your designated booth, eyes trailing to your ass as you walked slightly in front of him. Your dress started to hike up the curvature of your ass, your lacey lingerie catching his undivided attention.

"Did I tell you how good you look tonight?"

"Like three times tonight, yeah." You smiled, sliding into the booth and placing your handbag beside you. Rubbing your hands over your thighs with a sigh, you lifted your body up quickly, desperately grabbing on the hem of your dress to pull it down, feeling the cool air nip at your skin.

"Mm, but I don't think that's enough." He peered at you over the menu, green, alluring eyes burning holes into your skin and you could've sworn that you felt the heat. Well, heat so where else, of course.

Abruptly, you were drawn from his attention as a tall, slender male stepped up to the table. "I'm Randy, your waiter for tonight. Could I start you off with any drinks?"

Toji went first, studying the male as he wrote down the requested alcoholic drink in a rush. Randy then shifted his view towards your figure, eyebrows knitting together as your eyes swept over the various options to choose from.

"Having trouble?" Randy questioned, slightly leaning forward to look at the menu with you. His pen pointed to one he recommended, arm just inches away from your bust.

Toji felt the air around him get hot as he undid a button of his shirt, arm slinging over the top of the booth when he sucked in a sharp breath. He didn't like it—he didn't like the glint in Randy's eyes, the same glint that he himself had when looking at you. He felt this need to clear his throat, making your head shoot up as you too felt your throat go dry.

"And a round of waters, thanks," Toji rasped out, the 'thanks' at the end sounding a hell of a lot less than thankful.

"Yup, I got it. Your drinks will be out shortly."

There was an unwavering silence in the air, making you chew down on your bottom lip and play with the decorative silver rings on your fingers in nervousness.

It was just a short little glance, right? Randy was the waiter; it was his job to get a little close to the females for good tips. He was just doing it for the money.

"Oh, um, do you have anything in mind for what you want to order?" You tried to make small talk, the silence falling on your ears the wrong way. You missed Toji's smart remarks, his compliments, his voice; it wasn't like him to be the quiet.

“Yeah, you?” It was something short but it was enough to have to sighing and believing he was over it.

But it was obvious to everyone that he wasn’t. He big man seated across from you with his face balled up. Let Rando or whatever the fuck his name was come over here and try some shit again, he’s probably gonna snap.

“Here’s your waters and a scotch on the rocks for you and a mule for the insanely beautiful lady here.” You practically choked on your spit, eyes widening as you could almost feel how terribly wrong this could go. There were three ways this could turn out.

One: Toji would lash out, like he usually does and would end up getting you to kicked out, then take you home and absolutely ruin you out of jealousy.

Two: Toji would let it slide and wait until you got home and absolutely fuck the shit out of you out of jealousy.

Three: He would say fuck the date and fuck you in his car.

Either way you’d be crying at the end of the night.

You laughed nervously, looking at Toji out of the side of your eye as you smiled awkwardly at the waiter who stood obvious to the fact that the raven haired male in front of him was a menace, could snap him in half at the blink of an eye.

“Ha-ha, um, thank you. I think we’re ready to order, right?” Your words were hesitant, trying to find a safe way out of this; for both you and Randy the overly flirty waiter.

“Yeah..” You could tell he was trying his best. Trying to be a better man than he usually would but only because it was supposed to be a good night for the both of you.

“Can I get the Fusilli alla Vodka, please?” you questioned, ordering first.

“Great choice. That’s my favorite as well, sweetheart.” Randy took down the order once more turning dryly to your boyfriend as his eyes held nothing but jealousy.

“Alright, let me get this in for you guys.” He finally walked away.

“I swear, when we get this food, hurry up so we can leave.” Toji’s parted legs bounced in annoyance, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek before downing his scotch.

Well, there’s your answer.

—

As soon as you opened the door to your home, you were pushed roughly against the door, lips hungrily sucking and kissing on the sensitive flesh of your neck. "Your mine, got that?" Toji was territorial; possessive. Any man who looked at you even a tad bit longer than usual, they were seen as a threat in his eyes no matter who they were.

"Toji, I—" You didn't even get to finish, words being cut off by Toji gruff, angry tone. "—Got it?" It was all he said but it left you pooling between your legs, were Toji's thigh rested.

All you could do was hum in response, closing your eyes as he pulled off his shirt, messy raven hair sprawled out on his head as he did so.

He then placed his hands on your dress, tearing it apart with ease before tossing the torn cloth to the side, relishing in the way your perky tits bounced from being freed. Your nipples harder from his touch, large hands fondling your breasts before leaning down to wrap his lips on them, sucking and flicking his tongue—not without occasionally biting down.

"Ungh! Toji!" You laced your fingers through his hair, pulling when he slapped on the other tit, a delicious sting following after the sharp hit.

His other hand was pulling down his trousers and boxers, freeing his achingly erect cock. The tip was pink, precum leaking from the slit. He was thick, length perfectly long and held a hefty curve to it as veins ran up the sides.

Toji when to go sit down on the couch, muscular, giant body pressing against the back comfortably. "Get your ass over here, now." If it weren't for the bit of strength you had left in your legs, you would've turned to putty where you stood, naked body urging forward to stand in between his legs obediently.

"Turn the fuck around and sit on this dick."

You turned, body trembling from his tone, like a prey standing helplessly before it's predator. Before you even got to align yourself with his oozing tip, you were pulled down, encased, trapped in his big arms as he slid his cock into you

His arms were hooked underneath the backside of your knees and his hands were behind your head, successfully folding you upright.

You felt impossibly full, your tummy bulging from his dick buried deep inside you. "Toji! It's too much, please!" You sobbed, pleaded mindlessly as you were completely at his mercy, not being able to do a thing in the world to put him

He held you up, sweat clinging to his forehead as his hips shot up, bullying his cock inside your weeping hole. He enjoyed you squirming in his lap, dick hitting spots seemingly untouchable spots inside you as you couldn't get away, his brute strength overpowering your small frame easily.

"You like this, hm?" he paused, shifting to situate his body comfortably. "This dick fucking you senseless and you can't do a damn thing about it but sit there and fucking. take. it," he chuckled, slamming you down on his cock repeatedly.

"You're...you're so mean," you sobbed out, toes curling when you pick up the pace of his hip's rampage.

"I'm only mean when I needa be, baby."

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, spit dribbling down on your chin and on the valley between your tits that bounced with each brutal thrust upward. Your mind was fuzzy, babbles spewing out of your open mouth incoherently and it all added to the wet sounds and skin slapping: the perfect concoction of sin.

Toji's thighs were soaked, your slick coating his heavy balls as they slapped against your slick. "Shit— you're such a fucking whore for me."

"Going outside all dolled up, just for me, but who told you to wear that tight ass dress, huh? Having everything out for everyone to see. You know how that fucking makes me feel, mm." At this point, he was mumbling, eyebrows knitted together as his head was dangling off the back of the couch in euphoria.

If it weren't for this unfair position, you'd be all over him: feeling him here, and touching him there but you couldn't. Ha, you couldn't do anything but take it—just like he said.

"Maybe I should fuck this greedy pussy full of my cum, yeah? Fuck a baby into you, hm?" His thrusts were, your head knocking around by the force. "Have you all round and plump and everyone will know that you're mine."

"You'll be a great mommy, hm?" he taunted, words entering your ears and your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He called you mommy and the name rolled off his tongue so teasingly.

"I—I..." so fucking stupid, he’s fucking you absolutely silly.

"I—I, seems someone enjoyed that a little too much, huh?" He was never gonna let this go, especially now that it was you creaming on his length like a filthy slut. “Huh, mommy?”

Your cheeks puffed out, face contouring into a look of immense pleasure as you ignored him, chasing your well-deserved nut; you were folded up in his lap for goodness’s sake.

As if he were reading your thoughts, he had kissed his teeth in disapproval. “Aht, don’t you fucking dare.” Feeling you clinching on him, hugging him perfectly he felt his breath hitch in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing.

“If you really wanna cum, you’ll ride this shit.”

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tiffanyeatsyou · 2 years

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Itto anon here! You did an amazing job on my ask and you going to far ? Dude you could have gone farther if ya wanted! Hell if you want to write more go right ahead I’m sure the other itto simps would eat it up! Also loved the idea of her having a maid uniform!

you thought that one was far? oh, it gets so much worse~ very glad to hear you enjoyed it though !!

here's the first part of this thirst in case you missed it !!

pairings: itto & virgin ! f ! reader

notes: i feel like i should apologise for this ? i hope this does justice for everyone begging for a part two. it's barely proofread, so please let me know if anything needs correcting. also, warnings are utc !

word count: 2.7k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

warnings: (might wanna buckle in for these), dom/sub dynamics (sub ! reader and dom ! itto), virginity loss, itto is a bit mean, size kink, slight predator / prey, maid dress, degradation, name calling, itto has a rather filthy mouth, authority kink ? (itto makes you call him master), established safe word, some teasing, orgasm control, spanking, collar and leash, masturbation, kind of exhibitionism, a bit of orgasm denial, tiny bit of gaping(?), mirror sex, maybe light humiliation, dumbification, itto is huge, gonna add monsterfucking just in case, dacryphilia, slight crybaby ! reader, breeding, squirting, implied overstimulation, like one bite, reader is a little bit bratty, rough sex.

finally, your wishes had come true ! itto led the way back to his home, long strides requiring you to run to keep up with him. while he was usually the one to enjoy the view from behind you, the oni was simply appreciating the way your tits bounced with the fast pace he was setting.

"eager, aren't ya, doll?" you couldn't even reply if you wanted to, instead doubling over to catch your breath whilst waiting for him to unlock his door. "if you're breathless after that, ya got another thing coming."

he pulled you inside, slamming your smaller form against the door. any care or kindness in the kiss that he gave you was overwhelmed by the pure primal desires bubbling deep within him. one of his arms was pressed across your chest, caging you to the wall. the other accompanied his long fingers finding their way under your dress, discovering the wet spot that had already formed between your legs. he watched as a string of slick connected his digit to your heat, despite having not touched your underneath your clothes. "fucking slut," he spat, "all this from a little kiss. bed, now."

itto released you from his hold, admiring the way you ran immediately to his bedroom. you knew where it was, hell you'd been here a billion times before ! your flesh jiggled as you followed his orders, only further intoxicating him. he felt like an apex predator chasing a helpless gazelle as he followed you.

the sight he was met with almost made the man's jaw drop to the floor. he did not anticipate for you to be presenting yourself for him. your were on your hands and knees, slick covered panties fully on display as you bent over on his mattress. a small chuckle fell from his lips as he situated himself behind you, his crotch pressing against you. he towered over you, leaning down to nibble your earlobe. "need you to tell me you still want this, doll. it's still your first time, no shame in starting off with someone smaller. i'm not a monster, y/n. i don't want to hurt ya... unless that's what ya really want."

"please, don't hold back itto. i want you to stretch my tight cunt and fill me up with your cum."

he groaned at your words, struggling to keep his head above water for another moment. "safe word is dango. trust me, you're gonna need it." he licked a stripe up the side of your face, looking forward to defiling your sweet human self. "i know what you're into, whore. 's not like you shut up about it. gonna treat you like the cock hungry bitch i know you are,"

the degradation rolled right off his tongue and to your dripping cunt. itto began by tracing his finger across your clothed folds. he relished in how responsive you were for him, begging to be fucked raw. he used one of his sharp nails to rip the fabric, pulling it off of you in shreds. your moans were unfiltered, loving how the cold air felt against you. the oni adored how wet you were for him. he spread your drenched lips to be met with your puffy clit prominent and your puckering hole contracting around nothingness. you whined as he pulled away from you, wanting nothing more than to feel his long tongue tracing your inner walls. his strong hands forced you onto your back, your eyes meeting his own.

"show me how you stuff your own cunt up," it felt mocking, the way he repeated the words you had used earlier.

"at least help me out of my dress first," you moved to remove your arm from its confinements, only to be stopped by his sharp tongue.

"no. keep it on." oh.

"and you have the audacity to call me the whore here? bet you come back here every night and pound your fist to the thought of ruining me in my uniform."

"shut your fucking mouth before i find a better use for it."

you laughed. he hated how smug you were being - you'd pay for that later. his gaze remained transfixed on the way that you shifted the neckline so that your breasts spilled out of your dress, nipples already hard. you groped each mound, small fingers toying with your buds. being as needy as you were, it didn't take long before you were collecting your juices and shoving your fingers into your tight hole. your other hand found its way to your clit, massaging rough circles around the sensitive nub. moans of itto's name left your lips along with a string of curses about how good you felt. he was enjoying the show you were putting on for him, watching intently as you grew nearer the edge. the weight of his eyes on you only made you arch your back faster, orgasm on the horizon.

"don't you fucking dare cum without permission, slut." itto's voice broke you out of your pleasure-filled daze. you slowed your fingers, unsure of how to respond to him. "bitch lost her voice already? i didn't say you could stop."

"p-please," the desperation of your voice contrasting your typical confident demeanor, "let me cum,"

"think you deserve it?" he stood up, raising his eyebrow at you. you knew you weren't supposed to respond, but biting your tongue was not in your nature.

"yes ! 've done what you said ! want to show you how i cum on my own hand, itto."

"desperate cunt. so drunk on pleasure already." itto pulled something out of his bedside drawer, hiding it from your sight until he was towering over you. "it's time you remember who you belong to, don't you think?" he removed the spiked leather collar from his own neck, instead fastening it around your own. he made sure it was tight enough to be a little uncomfortable, though not enough to actually hurt. its most noticeable feature was the bold metal loop on the front, of which itto attached a matching leash to. he gave it a small tug, your eyes widening. you hadn't anticipated him treating you like this. oh, how right you were to assume he was less than kind in bed.

he moved to sit on the edge of the mattress, ordering you to bend over his knee. you complied, unable to help yourself squirming on him. he fondled your ass, still conscious that you would be sensitive from earlier.

"i-itto," the way you moaned his name made him even harder, though that wasn't what he wanted you to call him. he pulled back his hand to land a harsh slap across your bare ass, enjoying how you squealed at the impact, curves rippling as he continued hitting you.

"it's master to you, doll. anything else and you will be punished. understand?" you nodded viciously, but he only spanked you again in response. "i said," slap "do ya" slap "understand?" you were pretty much yelling when you told him you understood, though you had forgotten that one key word that he wanted to hear spill from your mouth. slap. you spluttered, confused at what he wanted. slap.

"yes, master ! i understand, master !"

"good." he maneuvered you around so that you were facing a mirror. you were forced to see how much of a mess you truly were. the neckline of your dress was undoubtedly stretched by your heavy tits pouring over it. its hem was messily pushed up around your middle, leaving your pretty pussy out on display for itto - nono, for your master. from itto's view behind you, you looked so submissive for him. his pretty maid ruining her stockings with her own juices and ass recovering from his red handprints. all this, and he hadn't even used you yet !

the oni tugged at your leash, forcing you to stare in the mirror as he revealed his cock behind you. it was so big that you almost regretted the situation you had gotten yourself into. those red markings across his body trailed down to his tip and along his balls, which were heavy and full of seed that he couldn't wait to dump into you. your attention was then drawn to the inhumane ridges along his length, mind wandering to how good they would feel when buried inside of you. your poor pussy clenched at the thought. itto pumped his length with one hand while the other kept its grip on your leash. he guided his bulbous tip to rest in between your folds. when you tried to move backwards and force him into you, you were only met with him pulling away.

"be patient, doll. i thought ya wanted to cum, hmm?"

"master, please put it in me ! i can't wait any longer-"

he wasn't planning on giving in so easily. he rested his tip on your sensitive clit, admiring how it spread your puffy folds apart. he wanted to tease you even more, though you seemed wet enough that you could take his whole fist, let alone your own. itto knew you would be a tight squeeze. he had never slept with a virgin before, yet every woman he'd ever been with had still struggled to take him.

"keep your eyes forward. watch your face as i stretch your dirty cunt open."

you couldn't reply. you were worried about taking him, despite how you wanted nothing more. one of his hands aided his length in finding your hole, though with the way he had your plush thighs spread so wide it was quite an easy job. his other hand rested on your stomach, both to help him ease into you and to comfort you at the unimaginable stretch that was about to take place. your eyes rolled back in your head as he finally pushed into you. he stopped once his mushroomed tip was in, allowing you to get used to some of his girth. moans of "master" and "please, more," fell from your lips, accompanying the squelching sounds of his cock impaling you. he wanted nothing more than to roughly bottom out inside of you, ignoring your pained whines. but itto remained mindful. now he'd seen first hand how your tiny fingers barely scissored you open. the fact that you had gotten so close so fast as you masturbated in front of him only made him more excited to see how squirmy you'd be around him. your nails dug against the hard wood floor, waiting for him to move.

itto eased himself further inside of you, ridges of his cock pulsing against your gummy walls. your legs shook at the sensation, almost in tears by how good the burn in your stomach was making you feel. "okay down there, pretty girl?"

your head hung low, itto resisting the urge to pull on your leash and force you to watch yourself struggle to take him. while sobs began wracking your body, he couldn't help but only get more turned on by your trembling. "c-can't," you whispered. "s-s-s 's not gonna fit,"

"you know what to say if you want me to stop," you remained silent, cries mildly dulling. "in that case, shut up and take me like the slut you claim to be,"

that was it. he couldn't take it any longer. itto thrust more of his rock hard length into you. you couldn't help but scream at the stretch - nothing could have prepared you for this. your breathing was borderline erratic, adrenaline rushing through your veins. you were convinced he'd bottomed out, though in reality barely half of him was inside of you. he sat motionless in you for a moment, letting you relax around him. once he felt confident that you were okay to continue, he gripped the leash you wore and forced your to watch him fuck you from behind. he was slow, allowing you to feel every curve and every vein protruding from his monstrous cock. his hand on your stomach moved further south, continuing to caress your mushy flesh with his thumb as another finger found its way to your pulsing clit. you looked so brainless already, sinful noises dripping from your lips as he toyed with you. it was too much, you couldn't take it anymore. your back arched and your cunny gushed, cumming around him. your eyes rolled to the back of their sockets, only to be filled back with the familiar tears as he dragged his cock completely out of you.

itto crouched next to you as you remained on your hands and knees, unable to move. "what did i say about cumming, hmm? i wasn't done with you, whore." his long tongue licked some of the tears running down your cheeks, relishing in the salty taste of them mixed with your sweat.

"i-i" you struggled to find your voice.

"you-you-" itto mocked. the humiliation he was making you feel only turned you on more, spurring you to continue.

"'m sorry," you cried. "'m so sorry, master."

"get up, bitch." he moved back to his position behind you, motioning for you to sit on his lap. as much as he would love to see what would undoubtedly be your pathetic attempts to lower yourself down onto his cock, he instead positioned you so your back was against his chest. itto's strong arms pushed open your thighs to align himself up once again, admiring how you took him much easier this time around. "think you can take all of me this time? can't wait to watch your virgin hole get fucked dumb on my fat cock,"

with that, he thrust up into you. your head fell back against his chest as both of his strong arms wrapped around your plump thighs, giving him unrestricted access to pound deeper into you. his thrusts were much more feral in comparison to those prior, your cunt slowly growing to accommodate more of him. itto was thankful for his size, as he could still reach up to cup your chin without letting go of your thighs, forcing you to look at how well your inexperienced pussy was taking him.

"look at yourself. such a fucking mess," itto's own breathing was growing ragged, a sign his own orgasm was approaching. "perfect little cocksleeve, ain't ya?"

your only answers were moans. itto was completely sheathed inside of you, his cock pulsing at the way your gummy walls squeeze him oh so tightly. as his tip began to kiss your cervix with each thrust, you felt like you had ascended to cloud nine. a mixture of sweat, tears, and your own juices covered both your exposed skin and work uniform. you threw your hands past your head, hoping to find the bedsheets to grip onto. instead, your hands wrapped around the oni's red horns. a string of curses left his lips, slowly losing control of himself. he recalled all the times you'd spoken about wanting a man to spill his seed into you, so he had no desire to pull out of you. the sensitivity of his horns combined with the clamping of your pussy around him pushed him to the edge. itto bit your shoulder as he came inside of you, flooding your womb with his seed. this was enough to make you scream, your own orgasm washing over you. it was more intense than anything you could have dreamed of. the feeling of thick spurts of his cum painting your walls was heavenly. you were crying and seeing stars as you squirted around the man and even onto the mirror in front of you, struggling to keep yourself from passing out at the pure euphoria you felt.

itto released you from his grip, waiting for you to come down before pulling out of you. his eyes were transfixed by the way your cunt gaped for a moment, satisfaction swelling in his chest as he saw his own cum adorning your pretty pussy. it was enough for him to feel himself growing hard again, though he knew for now he needed to tend to your trembling form.

he picked you up to rest on a cleaner side of the bed before softly cupping your cheek, pressing loving kisses to your forehead. you leaned into his touch, tiredness taking over. "rest up, doll. i'm gonna get you all cleaned up, okay?" you faintly nodded, eyes drooping at the safety and comfort you felt. itto let you fall into a light slumber before taking care of you and the mess the pair of you had made, later dropping down next to you and joining you in on your peaceful dreaming.

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