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ᥫ᭡ ─ CAT BURGLAR! ⸝⸝ suguru getō.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ thief!suguru x f!virgin!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ a panty thief has been on the loose in your neighborhood, and you could of sworn you locked your doors, but he's here to only prove you wrong and is here to steal more than just your dirty panties..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 1.0k+ wc. sws. dc. non con. somnophilia. coercion. panty stealing. panty sniffing. gagging (w/ readers panties). size difference. slight fingering. cherry popping. victim-blaming. creampie. delusions. this is really gross tbh. (17+).

ଘ. note ⸝⸝ this is the fanart that has inspired this chaos.

his burglary had begun to feed his distasteful addiction, an addiction he had sought out to steal from others for his own pleasure, and yet it became an addiction itself.. because if he wanted it, he took it. that's how things are where the compulsive's are scarce, where the addictions compete for the little tastes or even to the potent smells of the linings of woman's undergarments.

he first began at laundry mats, from what you heard on the news, he'd pick at the unsuspected woman's dirty laundry before quickly stuffing their used drawls into the pocket of his coat.

after soon, things progressed into a more life-threatening problem; women being stalked, their home windows being shattered open, a loaded cold gun being pointed to their skulls in threats to show where their secrets are before being left traumatized.

it was.. odd..

he'd want nothing more, is what the victims of his crimes would say. he'd only grunt out vulgar threats with his deep and taunting voice, steal their undergarments, and just leave. and if they were sleeping, he would simply leave them alone, scavenge through their dirty clothes like a hobbit and only leave with a mess behind. he'd never truly put his hands on any of them, or truly be inhuman, to say the least, he'd just take their dirty clothes and go on with his way..

but tonight.. was different.

he easily slipped into your home, it was too easy, the kitchen window being cracked open as if it was some invite. he can only scoff at your stupidity once he climbed in, but got a little excited seeing what foolish girl left their window open knowing about the news of him spewing around.

his heavy boots dip into the soft fabric of the pink carpet in your room and he only spares your sleeping body a glimpse; seeing you tucked away peacefully, blissfully unaware of his towering presence. his thoughts were too focused on finding what he needed for tonight, quiet steps making their way towards your closest quickly after specting your entire room, no luck in finding your laundry basket..

shy like hands creak open your closet doors and dark eyes immediately track the full bin in the corner with a fresh towel and worn panties tucked into it. and he doesn't hesitate to fish for the blue-colored thong he sees.. quickly, wrapping the lace between his fingers and crumbling the soft fabric into the palm of his hand before raising it to his face, rubbing the white like soil at the crotch against the grey ski mask he wore.

his back hunches forward, luring eyes almost knocking to the back of his head from your strong scent. and he knows when dirty panties are freshly taken off; the white soil at the crotch still sticky. and these were fresh, potent, a clear sign you tossed these in after a needed shower, the smell of sweat from walking in them all day ran up his nose and tickled at his brain.

you smelt like pure heaven.

but he needed more, deeper inhales, a longer feel of raising to cloud nine at each eager sniff, so he carefully lifted the cover around his face and rubbed it harder against the point of his nose.

he was whipped over your stench and was relishing over the gentle feel of the soft fabric against his bare skin but the slightest shift you curled into the comfort of your bed behind him, those dark eyes snapped back open to reality, towering body almost freezing in place.

the man rushes to pull his ski mask back down his tatted face, stuffing your panties into his back pocket before turning around. and he swears his heart almost skipped a beat, luckily, you were still fast asleep, but the small movement you shifted around into, the warm blanket that covered you was pulled down just an inch..

just enough to show that thin pink strap of your thong that's raised over the curve of your hips..

the ache between his legs was already bad enough, but the lacey strap hooking around your sides only made an urge to shoot a stronger pang between his legs. and he tries to swallow down that urge bubbling back up in the pit of his stomach, repeating to himself deep in thought how he only came for your foul laundry tucked away in a bin.

but fuck, your hips look so nice, so squeezable.

he ponders, it wouldn't hurt to just get an innocent and closer look.. trying to peek his head over you in an attempt to get a good look at your pretty face stuffed into your pillows, his bottom lip catches between his teeth just at the look of you; so pure, so blissfully unaware of his hovering body over your smaller one..

he curses himself for the guilty thoughts flooding in his brain. cursing himself for feeling his pants tighten the more he stared at you, greedy eyes behind his mask roaming around the every inch of your smooth skin. he curses himself till it's deemed, his calloused hand taking the risk to pinch at your blanket to lift it some more, revealing the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs.

he swears he was trying to pry his needy hands away from you, but seeing the small prickle of goosebumps layer at your skin from the exsposion, he couldn't help himself anymore, the need was frothing at his tongue like a hound in heat at this point.

the addiction was only getting worse and he had to feed it someway.. or the impulses were going to itch at him till it crawled through him, probably drive him to the teetering edge of something brutally immoral.. and it was already starting to the longer he hovered over you, compelling more of his thoughts for you..

he contemplates over his upcoming actions, but the twinge in his hand was already focusing itself on the loop of his belt. and the second his sash loosened around his waist, the pads of his fingers dipped themselves beneath the mesh waistband of his briefs. a shiver licks up his spine as he traveled his hand down eagerly, feeling the prickly dark hairs at his base before curling his hand around his aching erection, slowing pulling it out from its confines.

the man curled his long fingers over the hardness of his warm, pulsing cock and caressed it, gliding the uncut skin slowly up and down, watching how his leaking tip pearled with a drool of pre before getting swept away by the extra skin. his other hand ached itself, trying to keep off of you, but he couldn't help but wisp the tips of his fingers across your hip, gently dipping beneath the string of your thong to rub between his fingers.

he choked down the groan scratching at his throat, it was so soft, freshly clean too, the fabric softener you used made his hand smooth easier across the cloth. and the slight lift made the empty gap between your hip and panties to look, comforting, welcoming even..

stroking his length long and hard with a slight twist to his tip, he gently leaned in closer, nudging his cock between your thong and hip before letting the fabric snap back against him. the smooth surface of your side was cooling against the skin of his cock as he slowly rubbed himself between the two soft pieces he calls heaven.

he watched with greedy hooded eyes, entranced with the lolling of your panties rolling against the fat of his tip as he rubbed himself against you. too entranced with the snug feel, he was losing it from reality, balls tightening, strong hips jerking harder, faster, desperately trying to gain more delicious friction as if this was some fever dream..

but he craved for more, greed creeping up his numbing brain for something more softer to fully wrap around him. and so, he carefully pulled at your panties, pulling the strings down till they were fully off and crumbled up into the palm of his large hand.

the devilish smirk playing at his lips deepened, feeling granted that you seemed to be a heavy sleeper, because rolling you over and positioning you towards him was too easy.. as if you took some sleeping pills just for him tonight.. and spreading your pretty legs apart was easy too, getting a heavenly sight of your pretty pussy; the fat of your lips looked so kissable, your hooded clit was just asking to be toyed with till it got puffy, and that tight little hole between your folds, so small, not even a noticeable stretch to be seen.

he takes a deep breath before gently teasing a pointer finger at your entrance as his eyes bobbed up and down to your closed ones and to your cunt. it's not like he was scared if you woke up, you were too small compared to him anyways, his sheer mass can take you on alone, but the metal gun loaded against his hip was ready to be grabbed and threatened with if anything..

prodding the tip of his middle finger at your entrance before trying to slip it in, having to bully his finger through your tight cunt. and the small contort to your face was cute as he did; brows furrowing and pretty lips puckering out into a small pout, but it made him freeze, slowing his movements.

he kept moving once your breathing settled, slipping his finger completely in till you started to leak, juices beginning to lap around his finger till it dripped against his second knuckle. he deemed you to be wet enough before slipping in a second thick finger, trying to budge it through without waking you.

the warm feel of your gummy walls around his digits made his cock to jerk up, twitching in need. he tried to settle himself but the way your pussy was sucking in his fingers like an invite he couldn't help himself, softly popping his fingers out from your cunt to try and replace them with his aching cock.

he drools out a wad of spit against the palm of his hand to slick the crown of his cock, shining his length with his dribble of drool to try and make it easier for you. once he prodded his tip against your small, sopping entrance, he gently and carefully, tried to budge himself through, trying to bully the fat of his cock into your cunt without making you shift around too much till you woke.

but you were too tight, barely sucking in the tip and that's when it all clicked to him.

“huh, cute little virgin.” his voice is soft, almost a whisper just for himself. he hovers over you deep in thought, the itch at his brain was clawing at his skull and finally broke through..

“fuck it.”

he draws his hips back. and the quick brutal grab to your hips was harsh, strong enough to make your eyes pry all the way open, as if someone was stretching your eyelids apart, and quick, fast in movements, his hips met yours.

you couldn't even scream, body frozen, almost like in a paralyzed state, face cold, tingly even. the quick fill to your poor cunt felt as if you were being ripped into two, your walls being bullied to spread open which felt like ripping and tearing for the man above you, the man forcing himself into your little virgin pussy.

the breath of air you try sucking in caught in your throat from the feel of your cunt being spread open so quickly, the piercing feel of his cock made your eyes to water up quickly. fat tears stream down your face almost immediately as you try to squirm away but the strong grip on your heaving stomach was like a vice.

the man leans over, your wide eyes only glimpse over the hooded ones behind the mask he wore, “only open that pretty mouth up for these panties, anythin’ else, i’ll kill you.” you couldn't even tell when he released his mean hands from your hips, still feeling the brutal pinch to your now bruised flesh, but a shinning gun was tapped against your temple as your used panties were being forced against your dry lips, stuffing your mouth full of them.

your eyes bubble up with heavy tears, barely able to see, but the soft cooe you hear and a gentle thumb wiping them away, you can see a fuzzy glimpse of the man. being able to almost immediately recognize that grey ski mask, the dark long hair peeking out from under it, the dark to colored tattoos that lined up and around his strong arms, and the knuckles of his fist.

it was the man from the news, suguru getō.

“sh, sh, sh, i didn't wanna do this to you sweetheart, but it was like you were asking for this,” the rough buck of his hips were brutal, each time he pulled out, his tip never popping out of your pussy for a mere second, to hung up on the feel of your warmth to completely pull out, “but you—fuck—you were asking for this, leavin’ your windows unlocked, knowin’ about my abouts in your town,” he grunts, smiling beneath the mask at the salacious look of the line of blood and sopping juices slicking around his cock, “‘n having your dirty panties out, even wearing a cute ‘lil thong..” getō snips.

suguru could already feel his balls convulse, your pussy was so warm, so tight, basically squeezing his cock and sucking him back in every time he reels his hips back like you wanted this. and suguru could already feel his high cradling in his groin the harder he jerked his hips against yours..

“it was like.. you were waiting for me.. planning all this out.. for me..” getō raises a large hand to the hem of his mask, lifting it, revealing his sharp features and tattoos running across his pale skin, “you wanted me this whole time, yeah? waiting for your turn like a good girl, huh, you wanted all of this to happen.“ you try to roll your head, not trying to find his exotic features attractive, which didn't go unnoticed..

“yeah, don't lie to me, whore,” getō groans, “since you wanted this, take it all then, take everything.” he cranes his head back with a guttural breathy moan to follow, slamming his hips with yours before pumping a thick load of cum into your abused cunt.

too scared to fling your hands up to hit at against his chest because just the look of his muscles flexing above you look like solid bricks, and the thought of trying to hit him would feel like shattering all of the bones in your hands. so, you laid there, helplessly, limp, now full to the hilt, bloated even, letting him rock his hips till he was empty.

“hm, i think, you were my last little prey, but my new little toy.”

₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭ @getoswhore — refrain from plagiarizing, translating, modifying, and/or reposting my work!

revenge attempt #1: failed

Hello! first, I apologize if there is something that is not understood 😔English is not my first language uwu Second, I love your blog and your writing 💞💞, I don't know if you are recibing ideas, but it would be nice to see an tattoo artist!eren 🤤🥵🥵 that shows you the most delicate and sensitive parts of the body where you can get a tattoo 😳😳😳

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A/N: This was just a dumb and cute drabble I wrote up ok have fun lol

Length: 3.3k

CW: Eren thinks reader is fucking adorable ok love that for him, mention of needles (cause tattoo), oral (f receiving)

ALSO! Don’t forget to vote on which story you’d like to see a part two of 💕

You’re staring at the ceiling, anxiously fidgeting your fingers at your sides and swinging your feet as you lay back against the plush leather chair. You’re alone in one of the rooms at the local tattoo shop, waiting for the tattoo artist to begin working on you. It’s the first time you’re getting a tattoo, a small one to match your best friend’s tattoo, placed on the right side of your ribcage.

The tattoo artist, whom you were told by the blonde receptionist is named Eren, hasn’t shown yet and with each passing second your anxiety only gets worse.

Then soon enough he does show, and it only makes you more nervous.

After he comes inside the room, he stands by your chair, tall and muscular with long brown hair and the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with the tattoo shop’s logo paired with black jeans, and his arms are covered in various tattoos – there doesn’t seem to be any kind of theme, a mixture of symbols, animals, skulls, even some cartoon characters and superheroes. He’s had a lot of work done on him and it shows. It makes you feel just a bit lame, to be so nervous over one silly tattoo.

“Hey, my name’s Eren,” he starts, looking you down from head to toe. He thinks you’re cute, pretty even. Your anxiety over the incoming tattoo is even more adorable, he thinks with a grin.

He sticks out his hand above your chest as a greeting and you place your palm in his, giving it a weak shake as you tell him your name. It makes him laugh, a deep chuckle as he lets go of your hand.

“You’re shaking,” he comments, “Relax, it won’t be so bad.”

He washes his hands in the sink in the corner of the room thoroughly with warm water and soap. After drying them, he turns around to begin gathering his tools and inks. He has a tray on wheels that he places next to your chair where he places down the inks, ink cups, and needles. You can also see that he places a razor and a damp cloth off to the side. The whole set up almost reminds you of a dentist’s office, only the color palette is dark and grungy, and you’ll be feeling a lot more pain than a simple cleaning.

“It’s my first tattoo,” you tell him sheepishly between the clattering of his supplies.

He turns around and quirks an eyebrow, “First tattoo and you pick right above your ribs? That’s brave.”

He snaps on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, and reaches for the razor.

“Is the ribs a bad place to tattoo?” You asked curiously.

“Well… it hurts, not gonna lie to you,” he says, and he lifts his t-shirt to show you his own tattoo on his ribs. It’s very beautiful, an intricate design of colors surrounding a bird, but you only glance at it for a moment, distracted by this man’s chiseled chest and washboard abs. You turn away, heat rising to your cheeks. He takes note of your bashfulness but continues with, “This one hurt like a bitch, to be honest.”

“That’s not doing much to help me feel better,” you mutter as Eren takes a seat on a rolling stool beside you.

He chuckles, “Sorry. Jus’ being honest.”

You turn to him and the both of you are just staring at each other for a while, until Eren laughs again.

“Your top.”

You snap out of your staring contest with those pretty emeralds of his to realize he’s telling you to take your shirt off.

“Right. Sorry.”

You lift your back up off the leather chair, just enough to peel off your shirt from your torso. You bring it over your head and Eren’s treated to the lovely sight of your clothed breasts. It’s not the first time he’s tattooed a woman’s chest, maybe not even the hundredth, but you’re really attractive and he’s a man, what can he do but stare?

You feel your skin growing warm under his gaze, and you realize as he continues to stare with that shit-eating grin that he meant your bra too. You reach behind your back but at the chair’s angle it's hard to take it off.

“Need help?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He leans over you, a gloved hand pressing to your back to find the clip of your bra. It’s cool to the touch and your body gets startled at the contact. Plus, his face is really close and he smells really good.

“Cold?” he asks as he pinches the clasp open. Your bra sags over your shoulders.

“Yeah, just a little,” you reply, a bit of a nervous titter to your voice. You slip your arms out of the bra and now your chest is completely exposed. You lie back and stare at the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m gonna shave the spot where the tattoo goes,” he tells you as he brings the razor close to your chest, “Needa do it so the hair doesn’t get in the way.”

You nod and affirm his actions with a low hum. His left hand comes up to the underside of your breast, and he holds it away as his other hand begins to shave your skin below it. It’s cold and it’s prickly, and you wince with each swipe of the razor against your skin. Eren’s brows are furrowed in concentration and he looks quite endearing with his tongue poking out between his teeth. You want to laugh but don’t, for fear that your chest shaking with laughter would interrupt his work.

He catches you grinning though, eyes turning up to you as he asks, “Got a joke you wanna share with the class, doll?” His voice is full of mirth, only because he finds you really cute.

“It’s nothing…just thinking of something a friend told me,” you lie, and hope it sounds convincing.

It doesn’t, but Eren lets it slide.

He wipes away at your skin with a damp cloth after setting down the razor. Then, he picks up the sheet with the stencil and holds it in front of the location for your tattoo.

His eyes quickly flicker towards your face, as you eagerly await for him to continue. Nervousness has molded into a mixture of fear and anticipation, your nerves still on edge but set to a low frequency thanks to Eren’s calm and honest nature.

He wipes at your skin with the damp cloth once more before setting down the stencil against your skin. He peels away the background paper, leaving a purple etching of what’s to become your tattoo. He allows you a moment to stand up and look in the mirror, to see for the last time how your virgin canvas will look once it’s painted. And he smiles, as he always does whenever a customer approves, as your nervous expression becomes one of excitement.

“It looks great,” you say to his reflection.

“Let’s get started then, yeah?” He says, and you’re back into the black dentist-style chair in the room. Soon the small room is filled with the noise of the tattoo machine and the sounds of Eren’s preparations. In front of you he begins to open the sterile packages for the materials. He sets aside a cup of clean water and some ointment. When everything for the tattoo is ready, he sits back down on the stool and checks with you one final time.

“It’s a small tattoo, won’t take long. It’ll be over before you know it,” he says reassuringly, jade eyes surprisingly calm and gentle. He doesn’t want to worry you, though he knows it will be painful.

You nod silently as he rubs some ointment on your skin. You feel like you’re at the top of the first drop on a rollercoaster, a mixture of fear and excitement buzzing throughout your body.

He grips the tattoo gun in his hand and dips into the black ink, before his other hand comes to your breast once more to hold it away. One last look at you, a silent ‘Ready?’ spoken from his gaze, is quelled by your smile and a single nod from your head.

He begins the tattoo and he wasn’t kidding when he said that shit hurt.

“Deep breaths,” he tells you as he traces the lines of your tattoo. “You’ll get used to it, just relax.”

You do as he says, taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves, your body’s reaction to the pain in the form of your clenched fists at your sides. The tattoo is rather small and simple, and the tracework doesn’t take very long. You ask questions here and there about Eren’s experience tattooing, and about the process and some of the more intricate work he’s done, and he answers all your questions eagerly and honestly. Having conversation with him is quite nice, you find it, though sometimes it’s hard to meet his gaze because he’s just so damn good-looking. But thanks to his distracting conversation and his alluring smiles, by the end of it you’re becoming dull to the painful pinching and stabbing of the needle, and the only thing that hurts is your chest from your heart beating so quickly within it.

When he wipes away at the lines, he smiles up at your weary face, “You did great, champ. Just gotta do the shading. Take a break for a minute while I switch needles.”

He taps your bare thigh with his palm before he stands to switch out the supplies. You relax into the chair, your skin stinging with the pain but otherwise you feel okay. From what you’ve heard, the shading tends to be quite painful too, so you don’t feel like you’re quite out of the woods yet.

The tattoo is a simple black and white, so he doesn’t need to worry about changing and blending several colors, which makes it an easier experience for you. All he does is switch the needle to a mag needle and dips it in the black once more.

“This part will hurt but it’s quick, promise,” he says, watching as your body tenses up again against the chair. You nod and he begins the quick shading work, and holy fuck does shading over your ribs hurt. You’re wincing in pain but otherwise you sit through it, this time in silence as Eren concentrates on the shading.

It’s over quickly, as he promised. “Not so bad was it?” He asks. But the frown on your face proves otherwise.

“That hurt so bad,” you whined comically and he laughed.

“Sorry, angel. Pick an easier spot next time,” he says as he applies the dressings to your tattoo. When it's wrapped up, you look up at him directly. He’s removing his gloves and pushing away the tray with the supplies. When he turns around, his gaze is unreadable. Not that you can get a glimpse into his head, but he's having thoughts and those thoughts concern you.

“So… for next time… which spots do you recommend?” You ask him.

He takes a seat back down on the stool next to you. His eyes dance between your bare chest, your plump wet lips, and your cute innocent-looking doe eyes peering back at him. He’s giving you a look that’s turning more heated with every second. Eren’s whole being seems to perk up at the words ‘next time’.

“You should get a tattoo wherever you want to, but in terms of the pain…” he reaches out a hand to rub down your arms, “Your arms are the easiest – they’re the least sensitive,” then he brushes over your thighs. His palms are warm, his touch is slow and purposeful, “Your thighs too, that's a place that doesn’t hurt much.”

You swallow harshly. “So…So where are the most sensitive parts? What should I avoid?”

His hand is still on your thigh, and he feels you squirming as your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip before tugging it into your teeth. You couldn’t be more obvious about it, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s all the more endearing that you’re being so obvious with your attraction to him.

“Well,” he scoots over towards your feet. You’re wearing flip flops because it’s a hot summer day, and his hands graze over your bare skin, “The feet are the worst. It hurts and it fades, definitely don't do those.”

You nod as he comes back closer to your chest, “Where else?”. You sit up in the chair, and swing your legs to the side so you’re facing him. He scoots closer, spreading his legs so yours are in between his.

“Well the tattoo you just did is one of the worst,” he says, and his hand skips over your raw tattoo, starting at the sternum between your breasts, before slowly tracing up to your throat. He’s deliberately dragging two fingers up against your skin, and relishes in the way you shiver in response. “This whole area’s terrible too. Right above all those bones. Hurts like hell.”

“I’ll remember not to tattoo there,” you reply, and you want to smile, but the way he’s staring at you is so intense your eyes drag down to his lips.

“There’s a couple more spots I can show you,” he says, and it sounds like an invitation.

“Where else, Eren?”

He cups a palm around the back of your neck and brings you closer. “Neck’s pretty painful, though it’s not the worst.” He continues to pull you closer, until you can feel his breath above your lips, “Here’s pretty bad though,” he whispers, capturing your lips for a kiss. He’s not surprised at all when you kiss him back. He pulls away with a smirk, “Lips are really bad.”

“Are they?” You ask, voice going soft as you recover from the daze he’s left you in.

“Yeah,” he leans in again, and tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, before dousing the flame across its surface with his tongue. “Really painful.”

“I’ll–ah–I’ll remember that,” you stutter, because Eren’s lips trace down the path from your lips to your sternum, all patches of skin that would hurt like a bitch to tattoo. His breath is so warm against your skin, which was cool because of the rather chilly room you were in. He left goosebumps behind on each patch of skin his lips touched.

“Here too,” he murmurs as his lips traverse the skin leading to your navel, “Tattoos here are awful.”

His hands rest on your knees, while yours card through his hair. There’s definitely a few more places he hasn’t shown you, but the most important one is the one he wishes to show you now.

“There’s one more, baby,” he says, his face right above your stomach, looking up at you with those fiery green eyes behind the lengths of his brown lashes. “One more place you definitely shouldn’t get tattooed. If you’ll let me show you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers hook on either side of your shorts.

“Show me.”

Your body briefly lifts up from the leather chair as he pulls down your shorts, down over your knees and right off once they are past your ankles. He grins devilishly when he spots your panties, darkened with your wetness.

“Someone’s an eager student, hm?” He teases, and by instinct you move to close your legs. But he pushes them apart, resting the back of your knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning down to place kisses along your inner thighs. “Definitely don’t get one here,” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, whimpers leaving your throat as he gets closer and closer to your center. When he reaches the skin where your pussy meets your thighs, he licks a stripe up the surface. He pushes you slightly back gently, your thighs now being lifted by his strong arms, and your palms behind your back on the chair to support you. You lean back, your fresh tattoo still stinging a bit, but otherwise you're completely enraptured in this moment with Eren.

Eren hooks a finger under your panties, pushing the fabric aside and tucking it right where he had licked you. Your cunt glistens under the parlor’s lights, slick dripping down your heat, and Eren licks his lips in anticipation.

“You’re so wet, doll…want me to touch you?” he asks, and you nod at his inquiry of consent.

“Yes, please,” you reply, and he can see you’re clenching around nothing. He gives you the touch you so crave by pressing his tongue against your clit, a groan escaping his throat at the taste. He flicks his tongue over your bud several times, and it is then that you note he has a tongue piercing. The cool titanium adds pressure and cools your heat, a sensation you’ve never felt before.

“Eren–that’s–”

“Hm?” he hums against your cunt, sending vibrations through your skin. He realizes, when he presses his tongue against you again, that you’re reeling in reaction to his piercing on your skin. He only smirks, pressing it further between your lips and onto your clit. You’re trying your best to keep quiet (there are others just outside the room, afterall), but your voice is ever so gradually picking up with each time that you moan out Eren’s name.

He slips a finger inside of you as his tongue clamps down on your clit. One of your hands that was behind you on the chair comes up to his hair, and you grab some of his brown locks, pushing him further into you. He doesn’t mind, only picks up the pace of his sucking and licking, sounds becoming more loud and lewd with each passing second.

After the addition of a second finger, the pumping turning into squelching sounds, you feel your orgasm starting to take form in your core.

“Eren, I’m gonna–”

He curls his fingers inside you, brushing that lovely spongy spot inside that has you clenching tight around his digits. He doesn’t let up with his tongue either, and quickly you’re cumming on his fingers, with a loud sob that you hope and pray no one else in the shop heard.

“Good girl,” he says, suckling on his fingers as your chest heaves from your panting. “You taste so sweet,” he says, his voice low as he groans in satisfaction. He leans down and laps up whatever release has dripped down your skin, overstimulation threatening to hit your nerves, but he stops before you could even begin to wince.

You take a deep breath of air, “That was…”

“Good?” He asks with a grin, teetering somewhere between boyish and mischievous. He sets your legs back onto the chair and holds up your shorts for you along with your shirt and bra.

“Yeah… it was good,” you manage to say, embarrassment causing heat to rise to your face and steam to pour out your ears. Eren catches himself laughing again at you, because even after that you are being so damn cute.

You step into your shorts. As you put your top back on, you give Eren a questioning look. Turns out he’d said that last part out loud.

“You think I’m cute?” You ask.

He rises out of the stool to stand before you, and he shoots you a grin. “Yeah…not just think, I know so.”

Eren tacks on an invitation to that statement, asking you out on a date. After you accept, and after he tells you some final instructions for tattoo care and bids you on your way, he walks with you to the exit of the private room. Just before you go, with your hand on the doorknob, he says lowly, just for you to hear:

“Maybe next time I can teach you a little something about piercings.”

“Piercings? Not just the one on your tongue?”

With a wink he says, “I have quite a few more… in places that aren’t so visible.”

And your reaction to that? That was definitely the cutest thing Eren’s ever seen.

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featuring: hinata, atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto

warning! nsft twitter links , fem!bodied reader

— hinata

[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is

[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new

— bokuto

[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time

[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls

[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(

— atsumu

[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you

[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums

— sakusa

[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make

[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it

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𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,8K.

𖦹 content: sub!reader, service dom!toji, unprotected sex, breeding kink, nicknames, (small) age gap, consensual filming, (semi) public sex, oral sex (f! receiving), overstimulation, possessiveness.

𖦹 pairings: actor!fushiguro toji x actress!fem!reader.

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one of suguru's hands was firmly on your hip, rubbing his thumb in circles over your smooth skin, while the other was around your neck, his warm chest against your back.

"there you go, push down all the way." his voice low as his breath hits your ear tickling it, his dick inching further inside of you, your body squirming.

suguru's hand gripping around your neck, lifting himself up, pushing deeper inside of you even more, a moan erupting from your throat.

"what did i say? push down. now." he knew that once he was all inside of you, you wouldn't be able to take it, but that's what he wanted, for you to do the work and work his dick like he wanted.

hesitantly lifting yourself up and pushing down, suguru lifting his hips, helping you a little.

you were just so sensitive, and he wanted to help you with that, your breath shaky, feeling yourself grip around him tightly, the intense pleasure making your body hot.

suguru kissing your neck, his soft lips sending tingles all over your body, his lips making their way to your ear making you giggle, suguru roughly grabbing your hips again.

a low rumble in his throat as he whispers in your ear, the sound of his voice making your stomach stir, more wetness coating on his dick, one of his hands tightening around your throat while the other grips your hip.

"you like that? tell me you like it, baby. make yourself feel good on my dick."

licking over your ear before pushing into you, a gasp sliding up your throat, your body moving on its own while you lift and push yourself down repeatedly, but each time only going halfway down his shaft.

his face moving to your back, resting his forehead on it.

"that's not what i taught you; go all the way down." his warm breath hitting your back, his eyes looking down at the tiny space between you two, watching as you struggled to go all the way down.

his words sounded bitter, but they were so encouraging, your body once again going all the way down, your ass making contact with his thighs, moving faster and still keeping the rhythm.

"there you go, just like that." rubbing over your sides as you keep going, your hand gripped tightly around his arm trying to keep speed, your moans filling the thick air.

lifting his head up and kissing your shoulder, feeling the pleasure crash down on you, your chest tight and your throat tightening as you struggle to get out a moan, warm wetness sliding over his dick and onto the sheet.

amusement written all over his face, glad that you weren't facing him.

his grip around your neck and hips loosening, watching you hunch over with a sigh of relief, leaning over you, giving your back kisses.

"how bad was that?"

asiah-

'm thinking of getou who has a pretty little housewife

he likes to treat her so well, spoil her and give her leedle gifts. but unfortunately, he also wants leedle pudgy babies to take care of so he bullies your pussy into submission 😥

ᥫ᭡ ─ UP UNTIL DAWN. ⸝⸝ suguru getō.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ suguru x f!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ you've always given getō what he's asked, but tonight, he's telling you what he's truly been wanting..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 0.9k wc. pwp. breeding (& kink). established marriage. mating press. pregnancy. creampie. overstimulation(?). talk of: pregnancy & babies. (17+).

you've been such a good little housewife. keeping up with everything and treating your beloved husband with the utmost love and care. even the consistent reminder that you were being an exemplary wife a man could ask for that was being delivered with sweet gifts of love to small chocolates that made you feel like you were doing your finest..

but the way getō's slamming his heavy cock into your sweet cunny made you feel as if he's irritated with you. irritated that you were giving him everything except the one thing he needed most.

your gasps for air dissolve into placated whines, but those little whines are being suffocated through the damp fabric that's stuffed into your babbling mouth..

you remember scarcely how they snug nicely around your hips..

getō was being relentless, as if you deserved to be punished for ignoring his needs. needs you didn't even know you had to serve until he spoke,

"y'know, little wife's like you give everything to their husbands—fuck—but you.. you forgot to give me what i want most," the dominance in his voice that growled close to the shell of your ear ignited your internal engines,

“what i need.”

still confused and high off his cock, the many things he’s wanted, you’ve always given, but what was it that he truly wanted..

the makeshift gag suppressed your loud cry of surprise when getō swiftly positioned your legs with your knees bent towards your chest; he was folding you like you were some paper. the savagery feeling of his slick cock burying itself deeper in a single thrust, you could feel him splitting you in half, the crown of his leaking cock jackhammering into your cervix mercilessly.

"you forgot to give me some perfect little babies.” your blood ignited hearing him say that so roughly, and that’s when everything clicked.

the times he’s pointed out the happy couples swaying a cute baby together in a park, pointing out how cute baby clothes are, and even mocking the idea of having one flat out. you’ve always thought he was joking to get a flustered reaction from you, but this deep tone in his voice, the way he’s stuffing you impossibly deep with his cock, barely pulling out.

he was serious.

you want nothing to do with babies, but the way getō is curving his fat cock to jam directly at your womb is making you fall into submission at the idea. the idea of him pumping you full of his thick seed every night, knowing he will never settle with just one. he's a greedy man and you'll be overburdened with his children. waddling around with children that look just like him on each hip, along with another brewing in your belly.

“hm, how does that sound? ‘m gonna fill you up.. yeah, fill you to the brim with my cum,” getō would give you twins if he could tonight. stuff you with so much cum you'll end up with two.

you finally fall into the idea, a pleading whine and a needy nod told him so, making a devious smirk layout on his sweating face.

“oh yeah? you want me to fuck a baby right into you, huh?” the pleads you were delivering to him made his thrusts grow with more urgency. possession, fierce and dark, grew in his expression even more than usual. another roll, another lift of your thighs with his help, and you two were panting with greed for each other's touch. for each other's release.

pleasure, wicked and electrifying, coursed through every muscle and nerve in your body until it culminated in your convulsing cunt. the primal-ness in his thrusts was numbing your lower region, tingling trails of goosebumps along your frame as those wonderful deep-chested grunts and moans he was making signaled he was close to that sweet release.

getō’s toned body was on top of yours fully, his heavy weight pressing you further down into the mattress; his chest close to your face, hearing his heart thundering with anticipation. sweat beaded across your bodies as electrifying sparks cracked between you two the second getō snapped his hips a little harder than intended and you felt that breath of air you were desperately taking leave your body.

“take it all. take every last drop.”

getō shudders, letting out a low guttural brawl. the way his balls squeezed and convulsed against you and his cock twitching and throbbing made it impossible not to feel it all; the jerking of his hips as he released his hot ribbons of thick cum into your squeezing cunt, painting every inch of your gummy walls.

he stayed deeply embedded in your fluttering cunt until he was satisfied with the thought that his cum was already settling in your womb. and when he finally pulled out his softening cock, he did so gradually, doing his best to keep his baby batter mess from spilling out of you.

getō tried to catch any bit of his escaping thick load with his thumb, carefully scooping it and pushing it as deep as he can back inside of you, but the way your used little cunt was greedily clenching, keeping in his load made him smile heartily.

and that night, not a single drop was wasted.

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Tw- reader is his secretary n wife!!! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ not proofread :p

Thinking about CEO Nanami fucking his hot ribbons of cum further into his secretary wife’s cunt. :3 Your upper half is craning over his polished work desk and your limbs are shaking and strained from being crammed in the same position for so fucking long.

Your once well-ironed pencil skirt is now bunched up around your waist and the pristine buttons of your white blouse struggle to contain the ripe swell of your breasts that's smushed and spilling out onto his important documents— exposing all the purple hickeys and love marks that he imprinted on you earlier for the whole world to see.

His once orderly combed golden blonde hair is now in disarray, matted with damped sweat and his bangs fell across his hazel eyes, hindering his vision as he struggled to keep up his vigorous pace— he teetered on the verge of losing his mind as he feverishly gazed down at the sight of his creamy pool of cum threatening to spill from your stretched-out hole.

Streams of his milky sperm are trailing down your tender thighs, glistening under the ambient light and pooling on the sleek marble floor. As his swollen cockhead nudges the remnants of his release deeper into the depths of your womb and stroking your overstimulated walls to the verge of tears.

You let out a high-pitched whine in response to the overwhelming overstimulation following your blissful and toe-curling orgasm just from a minute ago.

You desperately tried to wiggle your hips to detach yourself from his toned pelvis in an attempt to break free from his harsh hold which only earned you a burly groan from the blonde because of your sudden movements making his sensitive shaft drowning deeper into the tight depths of your drooling cunny. And it was obviously no use because of his unyielding grip on the sides of your ass cheeks that was leaving you trapped in his powerful grasp.

“Kennn…sir! What if someone sees—“You fussed worriedly, your heart racing as you quickly realized the precariousness of the situation. Anyone could open the door at any moment and witness their usually dignified and honorable boss entangled in such a disheveled and scandalous scene— his slacks shamelessly pulled down his ankles while he was slamming his hefty shaft and stretching out his wife's pretty cunt like a possessed madman. He’s like a whole different person this way.

You're seemingly trying your best to hold onto the desk for dear life as he frantically pounds your aching cunt with an intense rhythm, causing your tummy to press hard against the unforgiving surface and making it a challenge to keep your balance and remain upright because of how sore you are.

“Then I’ll fucking fire them, no one is stopping me from breeding my wife’s pretty pussy.” he babbled stupidly. “Can’t wait to have cute little blonde babies with your gorgeous eyes running around, darling”. His voice dripped with possessiveness and was raw with desire as he eagerly expressed his anticipation for starting a family with you. :(

You immediately whimpered at his intriguing words, your body betrays you and somehow you don’t even give a fuck about anyone seeing when you were arching your back deeper against him and pressing your chest further into the cool surface of the desk as you took the rest of his relentless pounding.

The sensation of his heavy balls rubbing against your puffy clit with each forceful thrust was practically sending you spiraling into another orgasm. He leaned over you— pressing his weight into your supple form, showering your back with a trail of fervent kisses. “You’re mine, all mine” he declared with a deep growl, his breath quickening as his throbbing cock pulsated against your slick, tight walls.

And then when you’re approaching your next orgasm, he’s babbling a bunch of shit you never even expected to hear escaping from Kento's lips. Telling you “cum for me again sweetheart, let everyone hear how fucking slutty my sweet submissive wife is”.

You made a split-second decision to glance over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of how fucked out and messy Kento looked with his tie askew, his chiseled face flushed, and beads of sweat glistening everywhere. Maybe your husband is losing his mind after all.

MHA men and their guilty pleasure!

Synopsis: MHA men x guilty pleasure

➷Characters: Denki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Shoto, Dabi

➷ CW. F! Reader, aged up characters, dacryphilia, sadism lmao, electrostimulation, cnc(?), minimum prep, branding, degradation, praise, choking, size kink, corruption kink, dirty talk. mdni.

➷ Note: idk what this is, I was just entertaining yoko till she went bacc to sleep... Now hab this before I go to watch the new demon slayer episode😌 not proofread lmao

#tags. @yesitsmewhataboutit

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!

Denki Kaminari

With your legs quivering on his shoulders, Denki lost track of his powers. Soft jolts of golden electricity flowed from his fingers to your thighs where he gripped the soft flesh as he accidentally zaps you. But the way you clench around him— his eyes are blown out with realization and lust. He feels bad that his cock throbs inside your warm cunt at the little tears pebbling in your eyes.

His eyes roll back and mouth falls open in a breathless curse when he feels you clench even harder as his fingers tap a little jolt into your swollen clit.

"Fuck just like that, baby, cum f'me, you fucking love it when I zap your cute little clit, don't you?"

Katsuki Bakugo

It's no secret that he's a sadist. But he loves to fuck you with minimum prep. Seeing you squirm under him, beg him to slow down, it's just a massive turn on for him. Bakugo's favorite is your little cries of 'Suki please, 's too much turning into incoherent babbling as you start drooling because his cock keeps assaulting that spot inside you till you're creaming on his cock.

Besides, you got your safe word, so it's not like you dont want this. He knows that you not so secretly enjoy it when he manhandles you into taking his cock before he fucks you dumb.

"Weren't you saying it's too much not a while ago? Then why are you cumming already?"

Eijorou Kirishima

Everytime your hands push at his broad chest and you huff with a meek,"Kiri, too big, won't fit-" He coos at you, soft praises of how you're doing so well for him but in reality, he knows it's at least a bit painful for you. And he hates the rush of arousal to his dick at the thought of you whimpering from the slight burn when he shoves his huge cock in your tight little hole.

Kiri is soon stuttering because his head reels from feeling your slick walls clamp down on him. Your little whispers tuning off into breathless moans with each hard thrust from him.

"It's alright, baby. You're so good for me, now shhh take it all, yea'?"

Shoto Todoroki

"Sho' please, need ya' to fuck me till I pass out." Shoto's chest swells in pride as he urges you to say the filthy stuff you want him to do to you. When you look up at him with innocent doe eyes but the words spilling from your tongue is anything but that. He loves to corrupt your body, soul and mind. A rosy tint spreads on his cheeks at your words.

He rubs his cock at your entrance, teasing by dipping just the tip. Heterochromatic eyes observe as your greedy cunt pulsates in need, swallowing his cock.

"Go on baby, tell me, where do u need my cock?Here?"

Dabi

He wants you all desperate, taking his cock like a good girl. He'll edge you before finally fucking you, this way you'll be an obedient little whore for him. And just as you are about to cum, his hand wraps around your neck like a collar, "Do u wanna cum or breathe?" He heaves hastily, cock twitching from how you look at him with wide eyes and your hands claw at his wrist.

His other hand placed on your thigh heats up when you gulp fresh air just as soon as he let's go of your throat, "Bad girl," He's gonna leave a hand mark on your thigh, you're sure of it from how your skin stings from the blue fire.

"You don't deserve to cum. Maybe I should just leave after fucking this slutty pussy."

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THREE'S A CROWD...OR IS IT! — GOJO + GETO

SYNOPSIS...gojo and geto don’t mind having a third, it adds to the fun of their relationship if you know what I mean

INFO...gojo x geto x fem!reader, poly(?), riding, anal, recording, fingers, squirting, reader is a complete horndog, praise, degradation, oral (m!receiving), double penetration, creampies, overstim, quite literally filthy just pure filth, not proofread

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“Look at how she’s riding you, Suguru. She’s so fucking desperate to cum,” Gojo lets out a breathy laugh, gripping the flesh of your ass while you slam your hips down on Geto’s throbbing cock. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve came already, jumping back and forth between both of them. “Come on, pretty, arch your back more and work for it.” He lands a harsh slap against your ass, humming to himself as he watches the way your pussy creams around his boyfriend’s cock.

“Such a greedy little thing aren’t you,” Geto rasps, looking up at you with a lustful gaze. “Putting on such a show—nnngh fuck.” He grits his teeth, your pussy milking his cock, fluttering around him. He’s so deep inside you, it feels like your entire body is melting, completely on fire. No matter how tired you were, you just couldn’t stop cumming.

“Mmmph, fuck I’m close! Yes, yes!” You whimper, biting down on your lower lip when you feel your orgasm building. The pressure becoming all too much to contain. “Fuckkkk!” Your body shakes above him as clear liquid leaks from your sopping cunt, soaking your thighs.

Geto lifts you from his cock, holding onto your waist as he allows Satoru to rub his slender fingers along your leaky slit. With your legs still quivering, you find it hard to hold back your whimpers as both men laugh in your ears, so satisfied with the way you were permanently slutted out for them. Gojo coos, rubbing your swollen clit in circles as a means to tease you. “More, more, please.” You grip onto Geto’s broad shoulders helpless, digging your nails into his skin. And when you feel his fingers slide into your aching hole, you let out the most lewd cry known to existence, both men’s cocks twitching greedily.

Geto’s large hands spread your ass, holding it open for Satoru as he fingers you tight pussy, creaming all over his fingers as he pushes up against your g-spot over and over at a rapid pace that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Awe, Satoru, I think you made her go stupid.” He huffs with a smile, grabs hold of your jaw and holding your face up like some trophy. “What a pretty dumb thing you are,” he whispers in your ear, his degrading yet praising words went straight to your pussy. “You like being ours?” He pressed a wet kiss to your jaw as you nodded, eyes fluttering shut.

“You’re gonna make me cum again!” You squealed, breathing heavily as your gripped onto Geto’s muscular arms. “Oh my g-god!” Your entire body shivered with pleasure as you came around Satorus fingers, earning a warm giggle from him as he toyed with your soaked cunt. Before you knew you it, you went limp from the sheer amount of exhaustion, but god were still so turned on, still so hellbent on cumming more and more.

“Taste yourself on my fingers, baby. Come here.” He guided your head slightly upwards, grinning at the way you obediently stuck out your tongue and took his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. You stared up at him hazy eyes, moaning around his finger until you let them go with a pop. “You’re fucking dangerous,” he uttered under his breath. He reached his hand down, stroking his dick slowly from the base to the tip. “Spit on it for me.” You gathered all the spit you could, spit right onto his dick no matter how messy or sloppy it was. Gojo couldn’t handle himself anymore, snatching you from Suguru and pushing you down onto the floor. “Join us.” He looked at his raven haired boyfriend who had a smug look on his face.

Geto stood to his feet, grabbing his phone from off the nightstand to record the moment that was about to happen. He couldn’t believe a pretty girl like you was so excited to suck two dicks at once. You were gleaming, a cheerful smile on your face as he hit record. “That’s its, baby. Look up at the camera for me while you suck it.” You slapped Geto leaky tip on your tongue while still jerking off Gojo before switching sides and doing the same.

“She’s such a fucking tease,” Gojo groaned as he grew impatient, leading him to grab a fistful of your air and shove his dick down your throat. Your eyes immediately went wide, gagging around his thick length while he fucked your face. “Your throat feels so fucking good. Fuck.” He tosses his back, sweet moans filling the room. Your eyes grew teary before he pulled you off of his cock, strings of saliva coating your lips while you gasped for air. “Messy fucking girl.” Satoru slapped his dick on your face.

With his hand still full of your hair, he guided your mouth to Geto’s pulsing cock, watching the way you eagerly stuck your tongue out as you took him down your throat. A soft groan left the man’s lips, clenching his jaw when you wrapped your hand around his base and bobbed your head up and down. “Good girl. Keep it up.” He hissed when he hit the back of your throat. You released him from your mouth, dragging your tongue down his veiny shaft, licking and sucking on his heavy balls while Gojo bucked his hips into your hands.

Your eyes veered over towards Gojo, smiling up at him before doing the exact same thing to him. You could tell he was more sensitive on his balls than Geto was, moaning louder when he felt your tongue on his balls, his eyes rolling into the back of his when you took one then in you mouth, gently sucking on it. “God, you’re so slutty.” Even though his words may have been harsh towards others, he said it with the utmost lust and appreciation. His hands cupped your face as he bent down and kissed your lips, sloppily dragging his tongue over your bottom lip and sucking on your tongue.

He lifted you with ease, pushing you back onto the plush bed, your head falling into the messy comforter. All while Gojo was making out with your and trailing his hands over your body, Geto was setting up his phone on the nightstand, grabbing lube from the bedside drawer. You were completely unaware of what they wanted to do with you, but at this point there was no going back. “We wanna try something with you.” Gojo kissed along your jaw, licking at the skin on your neck, ghosting his fingers over your cunt.

Gojo flipped you over to you were on top of him, kneading the plush flesh of your ass your rubbed your wet pussy up and down his shaft. A little yelped escaped from your lips when you felt a cold substance on your ass, looking back to see Geto, smirking down at you with a lube bottle in his hand. “I’ve never done anal,” you said worriedly, but god the idea of it sounded so hot. You’ve always seen it in porn and always wondered how good it felt but you knew it’d take some time before the stinging stretch would dissipate.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” His fingers massaged the lube around your rim, making sure to get it nice and wet. “We’ll take good care of you.” He rubbed the lube over his dick as well, biting down on his bottom lip as the mere thought of him and gojo fucking you at the same time. He couldn’t wait to see turn into a complete mess before them.

“Yeah,” Gojo smirked, “we got you.” His hands cupped your ass, spreading it open wider for Geto as he rubbed his swollen tip against your hole. “You can take it, right, baby?” Gojo landed a swift spank on your ass causing you to jolt.

“Y-yeah, I can take it.” You nodded at both of the men, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his fat head press against your ass. “Oh my god!” You gasped, gripping onto the sheets below you. “Fuck!” The stretch made you wince and you pulled away from Geto to get a small break.

“Take it nice and easy.” He rubbed his hand up and down your back as Gojo placed sweet kisses on your cheek. You could feel him push in again, feeling his head make it through. “Ahh, shit,” he breathed, sucking in a breath.

“Mmmph!” You bit down on your knuckles, feeling Geto add more lube to help slide in easier. Slowly you could feel every inch of his enter inside of you. The stretch hurt, but damn did it feel good. “Nngh!” You cried, feeling Gojo grip onto you tighter until Geto was fully inside of you, resting for a minute. “You’re inside. I can feel it so fucking deep!”

What you didn’t expect was Gojo to lift your hips just high enough to where he could slide his cock inside of your pussy. With wide eyes you stared down at him, mouth agape as you inhaled deeply. They were both inside of you and without even moving, without even making you cum, your head was already spinning. You felt so full of them, succumbing to the feeling of how deep inside you they were.

And once they started moving, you let out the most wanton moans, falling forward on Gojo’s broad chest as Satoru thrusted his hips upward and Geto slammed his against your ass. You couldn’t even form words to express the amount of bliss and ecstasy you were feeling coursing through your entire body. “Pussy is so fucking wet. God, you feel so good. Yeah, take it like the slut you are,” Gojo grunted, harshly grabbing your ass before spanking it a few times.

Geto was mesmerized at the way you were taking both of their cocks, watching the way they slipped in and out of both of your holes while sat there and took it, body limp and staring in a fucked out haze like you were drunk on their cocks. And you were. You drunk, high, whatever it is, you were. “You like it, baby? Hm? Speak to us, pretty girl. Let and me and Satoru hear those moans,” he huffed, gritting his teeth when he pressed deeper into you.

“I love it! I love it so fucking much!” You cried. “Feels so fucking good, so deep inside of me! Fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m—” Your body began quivering as a deep guttural groan escaped your lips, the orgasm being so intense that your entire body felt like it froze up.

Gojo couldn’t withstand the way your pussy was clenching around him, milking him effortlessly with each thrust. His thrusts grew sloppier and faster as he chased his orgasm, before thick ropes of cum painted your velvety walls. “Goddamn! Fuck me, baby.” He moaned, holding onto you tightly as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you, fucking you nonstop.

“Keep going! Keep going! I wanna cum again! Please!” You begged, the sloppy sounds of your squelching pussy and skin on skin bounced off the walls of the bedroom.

Geto’s hips trembled as reached the brink of his orgasm, powering through it as he came inside you, still slamming his hips deep inside until his cum was leaking out. “Fuckkkk!” Geto let out an animalistic growl.

With all three of your sweaty bodies pressed together, and the mess of all of your cum mixed together, the filthy scene and thought only made you more turned on, more desperate. “Don’t fucking stop. Oooh, I’m gonna cum again. I’m gonna cummm—ahh!” You let out a scream of pleasure as your body quivered with such intensity, your orgasm taking over completely.

“You take it so fucking well, baby.” Gojo murmured against your ear, panting heavily as he pounded his cock into you. “You want us to cum inside you again, huh? Fill up your holes?”

“Yes! Yes!” You cried, gasping for air. “Oh my god!” Your eyes crossed and rolled back before Geto pushed your head down into the mattress. You bit onto the comforter, trying to suppress your moans but it was to no avail. Geto leaned down towards his boyfriend, pressing his lips to his as they sloppily made out while simultaneously pounding you. As if on cue, both of them could feel their orgasms approaching, swallowing each others moans. Before you knew it and they knew it, they were both cumming inside of you at the same time, breathy curses and moans shared between them.

For a minute they both stayed inside of you, all three of you trying to catch your breath before Geto pulled out first, looking down as he admired the way your hole was pulsating and his thick cum spilled out. Satoru did the same, pulling you off of his cock while his cum dropped down your folds and onto his balls. Your body felt weak, but you found the strength and roll off of Gojo and onto the bed where you were still trying to catch your breath.

Both of them cuddled beside you, pressing kisses to your jaw as they meekly smiled against your skin. “You doing alright, sweetheart?” Geto asked, tracing his fingers down your abdomen.

“I just need to rest because…holy shit.” You breathlessly chuckled.

They laughed with you, sharing your exact same thought. “You did amazing,” Gojo chimed in. “I can’t r thank you enough.” He locks eyes with Geto. “We can’t thank you enough.” He pulls you for a kiss but this time is sweet and soft, not heated and sloppy like before.

Geto pulls your gaze his way, also kissing you, pressing his lips against yours longer. “I almost forgot.” He sits up and grabs his phone off the nightstand, ending the recording. “Good memory to keep.” He teases.

“Shut up!” You shyly turn away from him as he was just pounding your ass just minutes ago.

“You know I can’t resist teasing you.” His lips curl into a smile.

“Is there anything we can do make it up to you for this?” Gojo asked, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You were such a good girl we have to repay you.”

You thought about it for a second, staring at the ceiling. “Um,” you paused, “a nice hot, bubble bath with candles and some good food. Like that after sex food that hits the spot.” You smile, sharing looks between both of them.

“As you wish.”