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Villa Peduzzi Lake Como, Italy
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𝚝𝚠𝚘'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+) ᴡᴄ: 1.6ᴋ ᴛᴡ// ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ (ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ), ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ! ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
a/n: this was only suppose to be oral.. somehow it turned into this and i am now violently whoreknee.
ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜQ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ
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pervert kenma,,,,my gosh👩🍳🤌
𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝!𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴡᴄ: 767
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛ, ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+
ᴛᴡ: ᴘᴀɴᴛʏ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀʀ ꜱᴇx, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ, ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ, ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ, ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ "ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ". ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ!
ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
a/n: honestly.. not too proud ouf this one?? like i feel like i knew what i wanted to say but couldn't necessarily get my words out onto paper?? regardless i hope you enjoy!
ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ! ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ
pervert!kenma.. kenma, in general, makes my pussy quake... but pERVERT!KENMA??? let's talk about it.
pervert!kenma is really laid back, but when he wants something, he’s going to get it. point, blank, period.
we all know kenma is a streamer. he plays games for a living. what’s his second favorite thing other than streaming? having you sit pretty on your knees underneath his desk. he makes sure always to wear low-hanging sweats, that way, you can easily pull them down and have full access to his cock. he loves the feeling of your wet mouth keeping his cock nice and warm. he does this the entire time he’s streaming. whenever he reads a comment he dislikes or a particular level is upsetting him, he’ll make sure to release his anger by pounding your throat. he’ll display a “be back later!” banner on his stream and mute his microphone. he’ll move a hand away from his keyboard, it finding purchase in your hair and gripping at the roots of your locks. at this moment in time, you’re nothing but a toy, a stress reliever for kenma. his hand drags your head along his cock, curses, and groans flying past his lips each time you gag around him. he’s fully utilizing his 15 minutes. <3
pervert!kenma loves to hold special events on his stream… special events where you’re playing games for him. his fans and followers think he’s busy for the day and has his significant other substituting for him or even just letting you have fun on his account. but in reality, he’s only switched spots with you. you’re always so pretty and obedient for him, getting on your knees when told. why not return the favor? pervert!kenma has your legs slightly spread and his head wedged between your thighs. pink tinted lips wrap around your sensitive nub and suck. he’d be a liar if he said watching you struggle to play and talk with the viewers wasn’t entertaining. the quiver in your voice, how you’re trying to wriggle away from him, has him overflowing with animalistic lust.
“y/n are you okay? me? i-i’m fine!” you stutter out.
“why are you stuttering so much? is the game scary?”
“you can stop playing if you’re sick!”
“please take care of yourself!”
one by one, you read the comments aloud while kenma tends to your leaking pussy, slurping and gulping down your sweet, sweet juices.
pervert!kenma loves spoiling you and insists on buying you everything you could ever want, but of course, he buys you things he wants you to have. and it’s always the skimpiest little outfits. tight shirts that hug your breasts, tiny skirts that stop at the middle of your thigh, ones so tiny that if you bend down, everyone would have a complete view of your ass. pervert!kenma loves the gawks and random stares you get when prancing around in said outfits. he can practically read the filthy thoughts going through people's minds when they see you. it riles him up because while they’re thinking it, he’s the only one who can act on those impure thoughts.
this routine is the same, and it always ends with you face down, ass up in the back of kenma’s car. both of his hands grip onto your waist and guide you along his shaft, cum filled balls slapping and bouncing off your puffy pussy lips.
“ken ken, please~.”
“please, what? you look so pretty, kitten. do me favor?” he says before leaning down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear, “shut up and let daddy fuck you. and don’t make a mess on my leather seats, i would hate to have to punish you.”
he literally makes you squirt uncontrollably on purpose, so he has a reason to punish you <3
days when pervert!kenma has to go into his office to handle in-person business, he always brings the necessities; himself, headphones, and a pair of your worn panties. when all of his meetings are concluded, he’ll prop his phone up and lean back in his chair. you're not met with a hi, hello, or even his face, no. you’re met with a swollen tip, one that's oozing precum, and your favorite pair of light pink panties wrapped around his shaft. his hips are thrusting sloppily up into his hand, imagining the cloth was your wet cunt. his eyes lock onto you, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips before mumbling, “be a good kitten, and show me your pussy, yeah? let daddy see you. ”
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𝚝𝚠𝚘'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+) ᴡᴄ: 1.6ᴋ ᴛᴡ// ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ (ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ), ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ! ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
a/n: this was only suppose to be oral.. somehow it turned into this and i am now violently whoreknee.
ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜQ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ
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secrets that you keep; iwaizumi hajime
synopsis; in which his best friend is secretly a camgirl. part 1, part 2
pairings; iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader
genre; smut
trigger warnings; i highly recommend reading the first two parts before this. they’re only drabbles that introduce everything! anyways, this is absolute filth. don’t read this if any of the stuff mentioned could trigger you, please! masturbation, camgirl stuff, one mention of the word ‘daddy,’ self choking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of choking, accidental breathplay, not proofread unfortunately
she knows.
does she?
it’s an ongoing inner battle he’s been having for weeks now, ever since he’d been directed to that trending video of yours. he sees you in his dreams, hears you loud and clear, moaning and crying for him, and worst of all, he feels you, so perfectly, against his, around him, and it’s overwhelming in the worst way possible. even maintaining eye contact is tiresome at this point.
but he does wonder whether you know or not, more often than he should— were you deliberately calling out for him, in hopes that he’d find this video somehow? or had you said it because you’d assumed this is your safe place, that there’s no way he’d be able to find these videos? had it been a slip up? or, more accurately, multiple slip ups? what were the chances anyways, that it had been an accident, or unintentional, or intentional and he had been losing sleep over it, or that he wasn’t the hajime you were crying out for?
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can you do more bully samu but he’s almost comforting the reader when she feels insecure?
this is so cute but i still had to make him a lil mean :(
words: 770
cw: fem!reader, insecurities, name-calling, jealousy (kinda), choking (kinda), bully!osamu being nice the only way he knows how, minors dni
you hated this feeling and wondered why it always bubbled up when she was around. it was stupid, you didn’t own osamu—he wasn’t your boyfriend. yet whenever you see him talking to mina, there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can’t explain. it’s obvious to anyone with eyes that mina has a thing for osamu from the way she bats her eyes and giggles at his jokes. this wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t so pretty. looking at how her hair bounced every time, you just felt so inferior.
osamu had instructed you to wait for him by his car but you couldn’t stomach the image of him talking to her anymore. you turned on your heel and walked off campus, it wasn’t that far from your house and you hoped the walk might give you the chance to clear your mind. but you didn’t get very far, only managed to get a few blocks away when you noticed a familiar car trailing behind you.
“where ya goin’, idiot?” he barks out the window, pulling into the sidewalk when you come to a stop. he looks annoyed, brows furrowed as he opens the passenger side door. you climb in and put your seatbelt on as osamu speeds away. “ya know i hate it when ya run off like that.”
“i’m sorry,” you mumble, staring at your thumbs. you wonder if he had to leave his conversation with mina early. did he want that? maybe that’s why he’s annoyed—he’s stuck with you instead of spending time with someone he actually wants to be around. it’s a bit twisted to think you might actually be worried that someone could take osamu away from you. that’s what you wanted, right? to not have to deal with a hot-headed, overprotective bully all the time? “didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation…”
osamu quirks his brow. “what ya on about now? ya mean whatshername back there? that’s why ya actin’ all weird?” you feel your cheeks flush and realize how stupid you must sound, turning away so osamu can’t see your face. but he’s always been perceptive, he know something’s off with you but he decides to leave it alone and continue driving.
“can’t believe you were jealous,” osamu snickers, hand wrapped around your throat as he enters you once more. he squeezes gently, forcing a small whine from your lips. you were in osamu’s bed for a change, spread out on the mattress as his large body hovered over you. he cooed in your ear, laughing at the behavior you displayed today. “ya really think i’d waste my time with someone else when i already have a perfect lil dummy at home?”
his cock hits that special little spot inside you, your thighs twitching with every thrust he makes. “sa-samu,” you groan, hands clasped around the one he still has at your neck. “slow, slow, please…”
“uh-uh, gotta fuck those bad thoughts out of ya, gonna make ya empty-headed just how i like ya,” he babbles, cursing under his breath from how heavenly your cunt felt around him. osamu cradles your face in his hands, kissing you over and over. “such a pretty girl, why would i want anyone else, hm? you’re so good to me, feel so perfect around me.” his kisses prompt him to fuck you deeper, making you cry against his lips.
“gonna cum—ah! samu! let me cum, please!” you begged, body thrashing underneath him. you felt like you were breaking apart, the pressure had become too much. you just needed your release, just needed that one last push to fall over the edge.
osamu wanted to laugh, to tease you for getting so dumb on his cock but he was losing him composure too, ready to burst at any second. “cum for me, stupid, make a mess all over me,” your body buzzed with pleasure as you creamed around osamu’s cock, your spent cunt leaving leaving white rings on his length. osamu growled when he came, his seed spilling deep inside you.
after cleaning you up and changing you into more comfortable clothes, osamu pulled you into his arms. “next time you’re thinkin’ like that, tell me,” he grunts, nipping at your neck.
“okay,” you trail off, feeling the exhaustion settle in but osamu prods you a bit more.
“i mean it,” his hand gently rubs up and down your arms. “don’t shut me out like that…”
you start to feel a little fuzzy, a small smile settling on your face, and you’re not sure if it’s from osamu’s words or the sleepiness consuming you.
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saw a manga panel that made me think abt gamer!eren :’( so heres a lil sumthin cuz it gave me brainrot 🥺
pwp, degradation, riding + doggy, exhibitionism [?], creampie, fem reader, some praise
gamer!eren who somehow managed to coax you into his lap while he plays pc through smug grins and half-assed promises. “it’ll be fun, c’mere n sit with me,” is what got you here.
your jaw was sore from biting back moans, your head swimming as you ground your hips so desperately. eren’s cock was buried inside of you, the rhythmic roll of your hips bringing buzzes of euphoria to dance through your limbs.
“shh, shh,” eren shifted his mic away, turning his gaped lips to your ear as his free hand gripped onto the full of your ass. his fingers dug into the flesh as he murmured, “don’t want my friends to hear you, right? keep it down, i don’t care if you cum just be quiet.”
eren attended back to his game, chatting and chuckling along with his friends through the headset. how could he be so mean? that’s what you would’ve thought if your mind wasn’t so boggled from each time the head of his cock dug into your gut.
it was damn near impossible to choke back all the pleasured noises begging to leave your lips. you dug your face so far in the crook of his neck to keep quiet as he ordered, yet the stretched sensation of his cock bullied inside of you was just too much to handle.
“f-fuck,” you muttered softly, the words coming out in a whimper as you ground your hips faster and faster. “o-oh i’m gonna cum.”
eren didn’t even hear you, continuing to banter into the microphone as if he didn’t have a care in the world. he knew you were getting close, he knows you. so when he felt your body shudder and your cunt tighten and release in furor around his shaft, he knew exactly what you had said.
“hey guys, i gotta go,” eren unceremoniously clattered his headset onto the desk, not even caring enough to leave the call. his fingers danced over the curve of your ass, his gaped lips pressing into the sweat-tinged skin on your neck. “came already, huh? nice n’ quiet for me, how ‘bout i fuck that pretty pussy now?”
eren takes no time before bending your back over the plane of his desk, his headset and keyboard scatter as he fucks into you brashly. god, was this so much better. his hips rocked into you so hard that the monitor shook, his desk banging into the wall but he didn’t care - he was gonna fuck you right.
eren’s cock drove hard, your slick cum smothering his cock and smacking onto his balls and all over your cunt. his grunts were staggered with words of, “fuck, makin’ me so hard like this,” “this pussy’s all mine, isn’t it?” “mhm yea, i know she likes me.”
eren cums so hard, spilling ribbons of cum into your hole and letting it seep out of your used pussy like a piece of art made just for him. “you’re lucky i even let you ride me when i was on the call.”
but once he was done, he immediately plopped back into his chair and slipped his headset on. “hey, i’m back.”
was the mic on the whole time?
DIAPHANOSO 2022.
taggin: @bvnnichuu !!
❗ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ 18+ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ. ❗
[ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ]
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴍɪʟꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ.
𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: ᴀꜰᴀʙ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴇʀᴠɪx
[𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴: 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯]
𝘼/𝙉: 𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙍𝙀𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝘿𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿. 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙥𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨.
"And here I thought we're just gonna fix the little table you brought for your kid," his seducing whispers tickled your right ear as he bit on it gently. You could feel his hands get themselves busy by tracing the shape of your body, slowly and gently as he pressed his bulge against your ass.
"Geto stop it," it was the nth time you asked him to halt his perverted ministrations while you guys were in the middle of fixing something. You could already tell that he's already keeping himself at home.
"Are we really gonna stop this?" He pressed himself again and this time his bulge brushed against the thin cloth of your skirt. "Are we really gonna stop this, mommy?"
The way he addressed the title was something off but it wasn't that, it in fact made you curious. Come to think of it, you were older than this man and also considering you have a seven year old son. Geto has been your neighbor for a couple of months now and you could say that him and your son get along all the time. You didn't understand what really connected the both of them to be close but you also understood that your son needed a good father figure to look up to. Or so you thought...
"Quit it, Geto. It's not funny- Ah!" His hand suddenly groped one of your breast, giving it a little massage before cupping both of them. The sudden touch he gave you made you arch your back that your to rest your head unto his chest and your ass pressing itself more into his bulge. As you looked down, the position itself gave you the view of his skilled hands playing with your mounds.
This feeling felt new to you again. Has it been months? Years perhaps?
"Geto-"
"Yeah? Enjoyin' yourself so much?" He chuckled as he felt the pressure of your soft ass against him and your plump breasts that he cupped selfishly. His eyes gazed at your round ass and it seems that you're either brushing it on purpose or you really are just wiggling yourself out from his grasp.
Neither matters, he thought. A little grin forming on his lips as he pressed it against your neck, deliciously and slowly leaving kisses until he blew a thin air to your nape. For him, every bit of reaction that you feel was like a reward to himself. He wanted to torment you sweetly, wanted you to become his. Was it the thought of you being plump with his kid? Hell nah, he didn't even want to be a father in the first place. He was so sure about it but then his little mind would long for little games. Dangerous games.
Well of course, little games like him filling you up and you bearing his kid. It was something that icked the young man to mess you up until your plump.
Without any hesitation he picked you up like a little ragged doll and went to your room where you slept. The sudden action of course surprised you but deep inside you, from the way he did his actions you somehow knew you guys would end up fucking. He threw you to bed, the soft bounce from the foam ricocheted as you lie down. He positioned himself just right in front of you, both of his palms resting on your knees.
"Suguru please, my kid will be coming home from school!"
"Yeah," he looked at the wall clock and saw that it was 4:00 in the afternoon. His well chiseled jawline evident before he clenched it, now his gaze focused on you.
Shit. That's all you have to say.
"What 'yeah'? Get off me please,"
He only nodded with a playful 'hmm' as he used his right palm to rest on your waist. "See, it looks so beautiful." He couldn't help himself but to put his other palm to your other waist.
"H-huh?"
"Seems your waist agrees that it likes the feeling of my palms," he snickered. Noticing how embarrassed you look, he knew he did well. "You're so beautiful, I'd fill you up until you don't want me anymore."
"Goodness Suguru," you whispered, your core already wanting for attention. You could feel your panties already soaking wet coming from his actions a while ago. Your skirt didn't even matter to him anymore, he was quick to lift that skimpy skirt you have and let him have access to your deepest desires.
"I know," he started to run his thin and delicate fingers to the lacy thin hem of your panties. His fingers continued to scan the underwear just at the front coverage when he followed a certain pattern of the underwear.
"It's thin," he gazed at you. His sly eyes that teased you. Oh you know this gaze too damn well and you sure feel intoxicated by it. His fingertips still grazing to that lacy front coverage. You couldn't take your eyes off him as well. Not that you were not embarrassed but by the way he gazed at you. It felt so demanding that the moment he laid his eyes at you.
"H-huh?"
He only chuckled at your dumbfounded response. Geto slowly moves his lips closer to your right ear. He blew another thin air that made your brows furrow and lips shut.
"You seem pretty good with choosing colors," he pecked your cheek and slowly and gently nudged his nose against it, it seemed romantic and gentle that you didn't even stop the man.
I mean, who wouldn't?
"Hmm, how did you know I like the color burgundy?"
Oh.
Shit.
The color made you remember that your officemate eventually gave this to you during the little holiday party to you had alongside the other workers.
"I really can't think of another gift to give you aside this one, it'll come handy next time."
You remember her silly smile with her wink as she gave you the present in a small paper bag. Recalling it made you flustered in frustration.
"It's not what you think, a friend gave it to me and said It'll come handy-" another kiss on your cheek.
"So your friend does know what she's doing,"
"Geto stop it- I don't like it." his hands now slowly groping your soft, round, and voluptuous breasts. He slowly unbuttoned half of the white blouse you had on until he could fully access his itchy fingers to feel the warmth of your boobs.
"Hmm." He rested his forehead on your shoulder, keeping himself entertained. His slender fingers slowly lowered your bra revealing your peaks erect from the stimulation. "Your body says otherwise,"
A victorious grin perked up on his lips.
"You jerk."
"Yeah, I'd be honest." looking at you with his sly eyes and amused lips, he left a kiss on your cleavage and let his lips take over your left nipple. "I jerk on you often times."
"Please Geto- Ah!"
How could he say that to you so bluntly? Was it something he'd do normally? Of course not. He's probably messing around. Unless??
He knew what he was doing and he's enjoying every bit of it. You could almost see that annoying ghost smile of his. You could have resisted but whatever happened to it, it's long gone.
As far as you could remember, it has been years since you last felt the high of euphoria of sexual pleasure. You had no time for this since you were too busy taking care of your son plus his father was an irresponsible individual, what do you expect?
"Give in to me," Geto whispered those sweet words to you as he continued to suck like a greedy and hungry baby. "You won't regret it."
You were so confused but it felt so fucking nice. It's too late to say no him because his touches were already eating the modesty left in you.
"Let's be selfish, yeah?" he encouraged. "Wanna breed you so bad and bully your lil cervix."
You were driven by his devilish temptations and it got the best of you and without any hesitation you reached for the clasp of your bra and undid it. The clicking sound of you unclasping it.
"Just- please just hurry up."
Oh? She's really telling me to hurry up huh? Well, that's gonna be her problem.
He waited for this.
Geto could sense how embarrassed you were with your actions but he was entertained. Of course he couldn't get pass this moment.
Every single day he prayed for it.
"Yeah, I'm kinda excited that your little pal gonna witness his mom bear another kid."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, I'll fuck you so hard..." He chuckled and nibbled on your ear. "... You'd really beg me to wife you up."
when you start writing for ushijima >>>>>>>>>>>>>
can you tell im begging?
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inevitable | u. wakatoshi
➳ tags ;; fluff n smut, getting together, first times together, unprotected sex, intentional lower case 18+
➳ wc ;; 1.9k (WHAT THE FUCK)
➳ a/n ;; ask n u shall recieve (i had rlly bad brainrot tn actually)
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if you had to describe ushijima wakatoshi in one word, you think the word you would chose is inevitable.
in·ev·i·ta·ble | /inˈevidəb(ə)l/ adjective certain to happen; unavoidable
of all the ways you could describe a person, it's probably not the best word. you could think of a laundry list of other ones to describe - really. hard-working, dependable, strong-willed, mindful, cautious. he's a lot of things and you think that's why he's so good at what he does. he's powerful but he he's brilliant at where he uses that power.
you would also use words like that to describe him, if you had too. if you had to give someone the run-down of wakatoshi - you could probably give them a whole speech about his accolades. he's probably the kindest person you know and he does that mostly on accident. he helps little old ladies carry groceries and lets your niece climb his arms like monkey bars with the most plain look on his face.
he's a lot of things - funny on accident, charming on purpose. but of all the things he is - to you, the thing he is most, is inevitable.
it's not hard for you to admit that you weren't exactly.. welcoming to ushijima when you first met him. you were a barista and he was well.. a big, pro-athlete who came to buy straight dark coffee every morning. after his work-outs (or what you figured was workouts since he always looked pretty sweaty) he bought himself precisely one pastry and a bottle of water and went about his day.
and it went like that for months. obviously you found him handsome - the way you could basically autopilot your shifts but completely broke down when he was there was evidence of that. he was tall, broad, handsome and nice. the kind of man who meets your grandmother, you think.
he always asked about you and you gave him short answers. too nervous to elaborate but he made you anyways, somehow and some way. and he comes back to you every week with details of your life you'd only mention in passing. he'd chuckle - a soft little smile at the way your eyes went wide. for someone so dense, he wasn't all that out of touch when it came to you. one morning your hands trembling just a little more than normal when you hand him back his change
(he tells you later he paid in cash just to see you stumble)
and he asks you with a plain look. observant.
"do i make you nervous?"
that's when you knew, really. you stood no chance against the all-consuming force that was and is ushijima wakatoshi. the subtlety and nuance in all of his actions left you worse for wear and any suspicions you had about how he might be treating you were to be confirmed much later down that line.
he's dense in the same way avocadoes are fruit. it's true, technically - but in a lot of ways and functionally it's just not the same. you think that the better word to use for him is selectively intelligent - like he doesn't bother thinking about anything that doesn't interest him for more than two minutes. but on the rare occasion it does interest him, i.e how you interest him - he becomes some kind of expert.
you've always been a little stubborn when it came to love. heartbreak does that to you - and you were overly cautious with ushijima. you let your heart walk on eggshells. you didn't let his gestures or touches or glances mean anything to you. you didn't let yourself be swayed by the smell of his cologne - sweet and woodsy on the back of your throat. not by the way he placed his hand on your lower back to walk past you on days off.
and when he took you out, to see the movies and stargaze, you told yourself it isn't a date. you tried your best really. because there is something really unbelievable about ushijima wakatoshi liking you - beyond the fact that he's some pro-athlete.
there's something about him that's a little unreal. not that he's perfect, but that all of his flaws make him more attractive. it almost bothers you but he doesn't seem to understand when you give him those lengthy explanations. hands making all types of gestures, flustered as he smiles. he doesn't take anything from your little lecture that day, just gives you a once over as he drives you home.
"oh, so you find me attractive?"
you didn't stand a chance. he was, and is, inevitable. everything about him has this powerful but subtlety all-consuming nature to him. you think the best way to think of it is like letting yourself float. the way you release the weigh in your body and inevitable give into letting it hold you. even if waves came - you'd probably stay in that state.
ushijima is like that. a constant presence and overwhelming force. you get swayed without even thinking. he could probably become president, if he really wanted. lucky for everyone else, he just wants to play volleyball. you think that it's a shame in equal parts that it's a gift but you digress.
the point is that you could never really be away from ushijima. and as hard as you tried to avoid the growing affection - you find that ushijima is always a few steps ahead. always reaching far beyond you with big, strong hands.
you try so hard, to avoid the inevitable. you do it with your whole soul. you're honestly just.. intimated. you've never felt something like him before - not once in your whole life. you're afraid of what'll happen when you succumb to the waves so you dodge the deep sea for weeks and weeks.
he found you after your shift one day after 3 weeks of dry texting and avoided phone calls. wearing a suit and a purple shirt and a nice watch, he has flowers too. and you're in.. a barista uniform with tousled everything and smudged mascara.
inevitable is really the only word. as you stop dead in your tracks, and as ushijima pulls you aside with the mostly gentlemanly smile. you kind of wanna cry when you look at him.
"i've waited a long time but i don't think i can much longer,"― he shifts a little. he almost looks nervous - it's the first time you've ever seen him look anything but overwhelmingly confident ― "i like you and i'd like to be with you,"
he doesn't really offer you much other than a confession and his hands. the frustrating thing is that he doesn't need to. it's the first time he's seen you cry but he handles you well, does it easily like he does everything else. like somehow he's just good at it, soothes you while you sob into his chest and melt into his presence and let yourself fall underwater.
in a probably not so surprising turn of events, you find that ushijima fucks with the same approach that he does most other things.
with careful consideration that seems effortlessly. it makes you feel a little hopeless that he feels good at everything. even at comforting you.
the first time you have sex, you take off his shirt for him. and he takes your hand and puts it up to his chest. gives you the most gentle look. his heart-beat is rapid.
"you make me .. nervous too. just so you know,"
the one thing about ushijima is that everything about him is big and wide and broad. he kisses you like he's trying to circle the solar system - there's a slowness to it. a vastness as he has you seated in his lap with his hands exploring up your body. his hands are everywhere. he's good with them. not too gentle but not too rough as the spread your thighs open.
he cups your pussy and it fits in his whole palm. his middle finger teases your slit as his kisses travel south, down your jaw and onto your neck. they latch onto your chest with a little breathless sigh - like he can't even breathe. it makes you clench when he talks to you - raspy.
"you're.... beautiful,"
he makes you shy. so shy as you lean forward a little and rock into his hand - a burning need nipping at you. and his eyes widen and his cock stiffens and his breath hitches and you think this is the first time you've caught him off-guard before. you wanna bask in it but you're too desperately so you latch onto his lips again.
ushijima does everything right. with knowledge in it. he kisses you and sucks on your tits and plays with your clit with this.. knowing. he likes seeing you fall apart he thinks. he likes how you get when he takes it much slower than he needs too - how he drags you through one orgasm to another with this lithe. he lets you lean over his shoulder when he fingers you - and his two fingers stretch you out like four of your own.
his cock is big. bigger than you think any person could ever take. you stare at it for a long while, gaping at it. your hands barely fit around it and that image burns itself into ushijimas brain like a permanent memory. your mouth falls open and your eyes look hazy and ushijima thinks that he's never wanted to be inside of something so bad before.
"it's so big," ― you whisper, hoarse ― "i-it won't fit,"
"i'll make it fit," ― is his only reply, kissing the crown of your head ― "sit tight,"
he does, by the way. make it fit. he makes it fit good - makes it stretch your pussy out but you don't feel like you'll break. there's a little pressure inside, and your clit swells with desire and blood - but it fits. and his eyes are glued to the way your cute little cunt seems to be swallowing him like it's nothing. it's enough to make him lose his mind.
"c-can i move?"
you nod and he does. slow at first. he draws the noise from you - a slow and soft moan leaving your lips as he drags his cock in and out of you. but it gets faster, goes much faster than you thought it could.
eventually he has you bouncing in his lap, on his cock, with such force that you feel like you can't breathe. it feels unbelievable, sets off a supernova in your gut like at any moment you could come undone. you feel like you're breaking and ushijima doesn't help, soft grunts and whispered affections.
"you're so beautiful," and "im so happy" that make you feel dizzy. you'd probably give him anything he asks for. he bounces you on his cock and lets his thumb just rest on your clit and you're so close you can almost taste it.
"cum for me," ― like he's begging ― "please,"
what choice do you have anyways? you cum on his cock with a silent scream, like your voice is tearing a blackhole into space and you shudder while he holds you in place. he finishes only seconds afterwards.
"did it feel good?"
you give him a wide-eyed look. he's dense at times. you don't know how to hate him for it so you just sigh and nod, cozying to him.
"y..yeah,"
he kisses your forehead, sweaty and tired.
"good,"
yeah. you were right.
you never had a single chance of winning against him.
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last updated ;; 11/19/2021
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“things you don’t understand are scary, right?”
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can i request a tanaka x all right 🍑
maybe the reader didn’t feel comfortable in a dress he purchased for her.
- also i luv ur writing <33
me, finally getting to write about tanaka: yeeeeah that's what i'm talking about baby, LET'S GOOOOOOO
words: 634
cw: fem!reader, insecurity, body image tw, oral (f receiving), bathroom sex, minors dni
when tanaka opened the door to find tears in your eyes, he went into protection mode.
“who?” he asks simply, fists ready to connect to someone’s face any second. but he softens when you shake your head.
“it’s not that… i just feel stupid,” you don’t meet his gaze, instead looking at the bathroom mirror to tug at your clothes.
tanaka steps inside, shutting the door behind him. he’ll admit, he’s not so good at understanding what you mean sometimes, often needing to be told outright how you’re feeling. but he sees you grimacing at your reflection, pulling at the dress he had bought you a few days ago.
confused, he reaches and takes the material of the dress between his fingers. “you don’t like it,”
you’re quickly turning to him, taking his hands into yours. “no! it’s so pretty, baby, it’s just that…” staring back at the mirror, there’s a look of defeat on your face. “it’s me that’s the problem. nothing looks good on me.”
he’s more confused than before, watching you fuss over your appearance. tanaka knew you had insecurities, he never understood why. you were a knockout, a goddess among mortals. tanaka was lucky to have the privilege of dating you.
but seeing you uncomfortable in something that he bought you makes him feel that he had messed up somehow—that he wasn’t doing a good enough job of making you feel desired, beautiful.
you’re suddenly lifted onto the bathroom sink, the fabric of your dress pushed up so it bunches at your waist. “ryuu?” you’re shocked when tanaka drops to his knees, spreading your dangling legs.
“i just don’t get it,” he says, sliding your panties down your legs, never breaking eye contact with your cunt. “you’re so beautiful…why would you—” he cuts himself off, diving between your legs to lap at your sex.
when it came to eating you out, tanaka could be down right feral. he growls into your pussy, tonguing and slurping as if it was the only meal he was going to have. you have to stop him, the two of you are already late to the party you’re supposed to be at. but he fights off your attempts to push him away.
his mouth is ravenous, making a mess of your thighs with his spit and your juices. if you weren’t on the cusp of a mindblowing orgasm right now, you might just feel embarrassed.
tanaka detached himself from your center with a fucking pop, replacing his tongue with his fingers, rough from years of playing volleyball. “every part of you is amazing,” he says, entrance with how your cunt sucks his fingers in. he fucks you with his hand, tongue latching onto your clit to lap everything it has to offer. at this point, you can feel your mind breaking. every part of your body is vibrating, fingers scratching at his buzzed head.
“baby! baby, i’m gonna—fuck,” you cry, legs giving out from underneath you. you chant his name when you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head the entire time.
the lower half of tanaka’s face is drenched, licking up his fingers as if he just had a good meal. “i think that dress looks beautiful on you,” he says, a smug grin on his face. he helps you on to your shaky feet only to bend you over the counter and hike your dress up.
“ryuu, too much!” you whine, hearing him unbuckle his belt. tanaka reaches over, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror.
“need to show you how perfect you are, babe,” he says, sinking into you without any prep. your walls flutter around his long cock. “never seen a girl look so pretty until i’ve seen you cum.”
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hi love can i request for a mattsun x perfect 10(w time to love: if it makes sense, or either or is fine) 🍑
i think i got what you meant! hope you like it! wanted to post this on christmas (not that it's festive or anything) but i decided to spend the day actually SLEEPING cause i had the day off and it was amazing 🥴
words: 647
cw: fem!reader, recording, infidelity, ex bf!mattsun, dubcon, minors dni
“look up at me, sweetie,” his voice feels so far away, barely registering in your brain. he grabs you by the chin when you don’t make an effort to move, forcing you to meet his gaze. you’re met with the bright, shining light of his cell phone shoved in your face.
instinctively, you try to cover your face, whining because you’re too spent to properly scold him. matsukawa pins your arm down with his free hand, continuing the recording. “come on, give me a smile,” he coos, enunciating his words with harsher thrusts. “you look so pretty taking my cock.”
you want to avert your gaze but his hand is back on your face, keeping you steady so you have to make eye contact with the camera. “sei—you can’t…”
“but baby,” he mocks, completely bottoming out so you’re full of his massive cock. it’s as if the wind has been knocked out of you, like you’re being split in two. “i’m gonna need this when you’re with him.”
the word is like venom in your throat. mattsun never takes any steps to be discreet with you, making every effort to have your cover blown. it’s not enough that he gets to fuck you behind your boyfriend’s back, mattsun wants him to know. that his pretty little girlfriend spends every night stretched on her ex’s cock because she’s hungry for it.
sparing you some dignity, mattsun directs the camera to where the two of you are connected. he slams into you, showing off how his monster cock makes your tummy bulge. “you always take me so well, sweetie,” he grunts, getting lost in your body. “you’re mine, i don’t care what you say. you’ve always been mine.”
mattsun growls, using you as his movements become sloppy. you can’t think, can’t feel the guilt that’s normally festering in your brain. you can hate yourself later when mattsun’s not buried deep in your womb. “sei!” you cry, feeling the pressure building inside.
he shoves the camera back to your face, mocking the tears in your eyes as you drop your hips to meet his thrusts. “you like my cock so much better than his, don’t you?” he drawls, making sure your face is in frame. he’s gonna want this when you’re not around, which probably won’t be for long. “that’s why you always come back.”
it hurts because it’s true—as much as you try to play the part of the perfect girlfriend, you can’t stay away from mattsun. it’s toxic, it’s wrong, but you want him. you’ll always want him. “gonna cum, sei, gonna cum, gonna—” he cuts you off when he touches your clit, forcing your orgasm to come faster than you expected.
mattsun curses as you clamp down around him. “that’s right, pretty girl cum on my fucking cock.” he struggles to keep the phone steady as he cums. “fuck…oh, my fucking god, baby it’s so much…” he rambles, spilling deep within you. he holds your body in place as you milk him dry.
he pulls out, filming his cum drooling out of you. “you’re such a mess, sweetie, you can’t go home like this,” mattsun says, using his fingers to spread your cunt, purposely making more of a mess. “guess you’ll have to stay here tonight.”
you’re too tired to argue with him. you’ll just tell your boyfriend you slept over at a friend's home—what’s another lie at this point? mattsun turns the camera off and steps away for a few moments to find baby wipes to help clean you up. once he’s done, he lays down and pulls you into his arms so you’re the little spoon.
“you wanna get breakfast in the morning?” he asks, kissing your shoulder. you let out a hum in agreement. you’re already pushing your luck, why not just go off the cliff? mattsun chuckles, holding you tighter. “that’s my girl.”
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bokuto as an ex who sends you videos of him jacking off and moaning your name as he whimpers for you to come home so he can fuck you just right. “let me do it better than your pathetic boyfriend, we both know i can.”
HOW THEY HIT IT FROM THE BACK [BNHA]
dabi thrusts with the weight of his 5′9″ frame, each impactful collision of his body against yours concentrated with the heat of his quirk. every slap of either his hands or stomach against the swell of your ass, burns with the heat coursing through his veins. every new impact fills you with a searing warmth and a terrifying thrill for more. whines and moans fall from your lips, provoking the brutal nature of the anti-hero,s firm grim, anchoring you to the hilt of his sheathed cock. “be a good kitten and behave, don’t make daddy mad. you wouldn’t like me when i’m mad.” scarred hands tug the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his bare torso. arms wind around your bicep, yanking you back as your feet touch the air. “fuck, fuck,” dabi hisses into your ear, the heat of his body becoming an unbearable force as every touch bruises your sore ass. the male hoisting you into the air, forcing his cock to reach sensitive spots deep inside you groans against your ear, nibbling at your lobe. you twist your neck back to bury your lips against dabi’s, swallowing the pants accenting his expressive voice. “vixen,” you hisses again, “bad little bunny, aren’tcha?” placing you back on the bed, the villain stares down at where creamy rings of cum saturated his irritated cock.
bakugou smothers you beneath his weighted, chiseled figure. dick buried, you can hardly wiggle to accomodate to the girth and length. “take it easy princess.” he growls against the back of your neck. large, calloused hands that spread your arms beneath yours, immobilizing you to the mattress gravitate to the center of your spine, the other concentrated at the back of your neck. leaning back to admire your disheveled appearance, bakugou spreads your cheeks, smirking how greedy the skin of your entrance peels back before disappearing with his sinking length. “thats it, yes.” a hiss reaches the air, one hand fisted into your locks, slamming the lonely remainder in. you mewl sharply at the rough treatment, back bowing shyly as you tighten around the intrusive member. “fuck,” he exhales shamelessly, heated voice fading across your body. “conna let me cum inside baby? you want a baby like us?” focusing his weight again in slow, aching strokes of his cock inside you, the pro hero grunts as he stills, creamy seed burying in your tummy. “my, my, look how much you came.” the blonde taunts, fingers pushing the cum around at where it leaks from your connected bodies.
aizawa pins your legs apart, sinking in slowly inch by inch. “good boy,” he praises to your sultry whimpers, uncertain if the whines burning off your lips are of pleasure or impatience. “you can take more, you have before.” he observes, watching as your hidden features flinch at the stretch. crimson visionares glare down at how your body nurses every inch of his cock, every inch aching to breed you.“just like that, like my pretty little slut.” warm, caring hands accented with scars from his former fights trace circles down your back, comforting your moans. “more, you’re asking for all of it darling?” a smirk edges into the male’s gravely voice, weak at the sensation of you clinging to every inch he’s offered. “no more complaining then, you can handle it.” pressing a small kiss to the back of your shoulder, aizawa’s body caresses yours, hands tastiing the tension in your curling fingers. “feel me when i’m giving myself to you babe. don’t you want to feel good?” you moan wordlessly at his gentle voice.
sero binds your limbs together, ignorant to your discomfort. “bitching, again baby?” the tape quirked male tuts, observing a small sliver of drool leaking from the edge of the cellophane covering over your lips. “what was that sweetheart?” a dark wordless smirk spreads over his teasing mouth, “i can’t hear anything but my little slut whining for more. that’s right, isn’t it?” tears slide from the corner of your eyes as the sticky substance of your essence saturates his burying cock. “fuck, you’re just the tightest little thing, aren’t you. always begging for more.”
todoroki eases the tip in slowly, matching the pace with the whimpers suggesting your pleasure. “here?” he mumbles into your throat, occupied hands teasing at your nipples. “you like when i fill you slowly, share myself with you?” the fire and ice quirked male bites lovingly into your shoulder, containing a moan as he bottoms out. “don’t move, please. don’t wanna cum too soon.”
Thirsts~ ♡
My masterlist was getting a bit too long so I decided to make a special post for all the thirsting (ask thirsts included) 🔥
Jujutsu Kaisen
✘ Being Sukuna’s private sex toy and getting fucked by Toji
✘ Workaholic Nanami and sexting
✘ Workaholic Nanami 2
✘ Getting fucked by the whole dilfs squad
✘ Choso discovers degrading
✘ Cuddlefucking with Choso
✘ Mutual teasing with Gojo
✘ Getting fucked over the sink while getting ready to go out - multiple characters (you’re free to imagine your fave 😏)
✘ Megumi and hatefucking
✘ Breeding competition
✘ Switch Geto
✘ Possessive boyfie Geto
✘ Geto has a breeding kink
✘ Toji & Geto + throat fucking & sloppy kisses
✘ Toji + corruption kink
Haikyuu!!
✘ Teasing Bokuto
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JJK//They get hard in public
Characters: Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso
Warning: mature content ahead
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Nanami: Comfortable after just having dinner at a high class restaurant, you extended your legs in an attempt to relax them. But maybe you extended them a little bit too high and too far, as they ended up touching your boyfriend’s sensitive area. He widened his eyes immediately after the contact, adjusting his position in the seat. Letting out a “Hng”, you understood that your action surprised him, making you feel bad thinking that you might have gotten dirt on his clothes. Standing up you asked him to face you. He didn’t know why, and with a questioning face he did as you said. You managed to surprise him once again when you started rubbing a tissue there, trying to clean any possible dirt. You were as surprised as he was when you noticed a bulge forming in his pants. Raising your head, pretty much shocked, you wanted to apologize for getting him hard by mistake. “Nanami I’m so so sorry. This wasn’t my intention, I swear”. He looked so done. It was about time you had to leave but you couldn’t let him get out like that. It was your fault this happened, so you were going to solve the problem.
Getting down on your knees you tried to unzip his pants, but he was faster than you, catching your wrist right when you were about to touch him. “What are you doing!?” “It is my fault so please let me take care of it”. He sighed, slowly letting go of your hand. You were so thankful he reserved a table in a private room, so that other people’s chit chat couldn’t disturb you.
You unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from his boxers. Checking both of your wrists you realized that you didn’t have a clam to tie your hair, but, being as observant as always, Nanami grabbed your hair, holding it carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you in the process. You didn’t waste another second and got to work, taking him in slow at first, hastening your pace after a short while. You were rubbing his cock while sucking it so that he’d cum as fast as possible. Nanami was trying his best not to make any noise, but you could hear him letting out soft groans. He didn’t try to hold it in and he eventually came. You couldn’t have him cumming anywhere around the place so you made sure you swallowed everything. When you were done, you wiped the corner of your lips, making sure there wasn’t any slipping away. He cleared his throat loudly, quickly getting up from his seat. “Come on. We’re going home”
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haze.
✯ pairing - jean kirstein x fem! reader
contains - use of drugs (weed), size kink, praise
it was probably the weed that made jean look so good to you. his eyes clouded red with those intense green-gold orbs shining back at you. if this was how smoking with jean would be like, you would’ve done it a lot earlier.
you were seated on his lap, hands to his chest as he stared at you, a small smirk planted on his lips. the vibrations of the speakers in your almost empty apartment were tuned out and you felt like your only focus was the man in front of you.
“what’s up, pretty girl? feeling good?” you shook your head in your dumb and dazed state. nimble fingers run along your sides, dipping into the hem of your underwear. you had earlier complained about how hot it was; jean giving you his button up for you to wear as you ditched your bottoms.
his eyes slowly trailed down your body as he pulls down your underwear teasingly. your nipples hardened under his touch, poking out of the thin, white fabric.
you shuffled a bit helping him to remove the garment. “jean!” you shriek as you feel his fingers dip in and out of your cunt. he was buried deep—deeper than you could ever reach and you don’t know if it’s your euphoric state or just his skilled fingers pressing just at the perfect spot, that have you seeing stars already.
“that’s a good girl” he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he licks his lips, watching how you grind on his digits. you dip your head into the crook of his neck, moaning softly. “feels good” you manage to rasp out.
jean picks up his pace, feeling you clamp onto his fingers. you can feel yourself growing closer and closer to your high. “‘s too much! slow down” you cry out but he doesn’t seem to be fazed at your whimpers, only making sure you get to your orgasm—and fast.
jolts of pleasure soar through your body as you finally cum. the remnants of your orgasm drip down his fingers as he pulls them up to your mouth. “open for me” he demands, his hand gripping your jaw as he slides his two fingers on your tongue. you wrap your lips around them, tasting your bitter arousal.
you can feel his erection through his slacks and see the dark spot created from the precum of his leaking tip. you reach down to unbuckle his belt before a strong grip moves them away.
“ah ah ah, don’t be so eager”. he lets your wrists go before undoing his belt and whipping his cock from his boxers at a tantalizing pace.
“you’re so big” you say as you fix your eyes on his hard on. bead after bead of precum dribble out and you can tell from how flushed red his tip was, that he needed you, and needed you bad.
“i know my pretty girl can take it” he coos as he grips your hips and hovers you over his length. you’re not even sure you can take it with the way you struggle to sink down on the head. the stretch burns along with the way his fingers dig at the soft flesh of your waist. “you can do it—that’s it, that’s my girl” jean says when you finally bottom out.
you bounce slowly, furrowing your brows in pleasure as he fills you up just right, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix. he throws his head back with a groan tightening his hold on your waist. you take it as a sign to go faster.
“fuck, just like that” he moans languidly, squeezing his eyes shut. if the weed wasn’t messing with his head enough, it was surely the way your cunt sucked him up, taking in more than it could.
you grind your hips to search for your sweet spot and move a little bit faster when you find it. you felt a haze wash over you, feeling such intense pleasure at the way his cock abused your sweet spot. even more so when he planted his feet to buck up into you harder and much faster.
“you, feel so, good” he grunts between thrusts. sweet moans tumble from your lips as you feel your second orgasm nearing. “too good! jean, ‘s too much!” you cry out in hopes he would listen this time, but he doesn’t, continuing to fuck up into you.
before you knew it, you were squirting around his length, your arousal coating the both of your thighs. “fuck” you breathed out but his strokes didn’t stop then. he chased his own high and within moments, filled your cunt with white ropes of his cum.
“good girl” he gasps, recollecting his breath
“good fucking girl”
tags - @rekiri @snkfade @fiaficsxo @kingdomofaeries @sleepyrintaro @pinkchanelbag @glittrkink
take another hit.
✯stoner! armin arlert x fem! reader
contains - modern/college au, weed use, edging, dacryphilia, praise, dry humping, finger sucking,
“take another hit” armin says with a chuckle, resting his head in his hands while looking at the way you inhaled the herb between your lips. he wouldn’t admit it, but that’s when you’re the prettiest; head fuzzy and nothing coming out of you but short giggles.
his car was starting to fog up at the smoke and increasing the temperature inside. eren was supposed to be there with you but he got too caught up in a college party not too far from your apartment, where armin’s car is parked. you didn’t really prefer the party scene rather than just spending as much time with your boyfriend.
after passing the blunt back to armin, you grab the crisp, cold water bottle from the cup holder. the feeling of the liquid sliding down your throat like much needed relief. “armin? were your eyes always this blue?” you say to him, a half smile on your face. he looked back with his ocean colored orbs tinted with that pretty red of a high.
he chuckles, finishing off the blunt then saving the end. the high finally settles in his body, watching your face, eyebrows quirked as you awaited his answer.
“yeah, were you ever this gorgeous?”
there’s a small pause, you admiring his smile and the way his eyes lid with nothing more than pure desire. you try to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together, ridding yourself of the arousal that’s building inside of you.
“what’s up? bad high?” armin asks, taking notice of your movements. after a moment or two, it finally registered in his mind what you really wanted. he leans in closer to you, taking your hands from your lap into his own.
“oh. i know what it is” he whispers, his lips centimeters away from yours. you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks from his proximity. he pulls away, looking at you with clouded intent. “arminnnn” you whine, upset that he “ruined” the moment.
“why don’t we go inside?” he questions, jerking his head to the side. you inhale deeply before moving to open the car door, armin mirroring your actions.
it was a matter of time, once you got inside, before armin drags you to your bedroom. you were just lucky you decided to clean up earlier that day. once you’re on your laid out on the bed, he crawls over you, hovering above your face.
he crashes his lips onto yours and holds your wrists above you. he drinks in your whines while using his tongue to taste yours. it’s already bad enough that his smell was so fresh mixed in with the earthy and strong scent of weed, but the arousal inside you was growing stronger and stronger with each swipe of his tongue.
he breaks away, reattaching his lips to the skin on your neck and sucking harshly. his bites and kisses trail down to your chest, where he doesn’t hesitate to help you remove your top. “armin!” you snap at his eagerness when he removes your bra and cups your breasts.
“ah, i’m sorry—just couldn’t wait” he apologizes, eyes transfixed on your chest. he takes one of your tits in his mouth while flicking and pinching at the other in his hand. the pleasure shoots straight to your cunt while you try to conceal moans and whimpers.
he notices the way you squirm under him. thinking of a solution, he spreads your legs with his knee, lodging himself in between, rutting his hard, clothed cock onto your clothing clad clit.
“armin, feels—feels good!” you pant, coming to wrap your arms around his shoulders. he groans in response to your moans before releasing one of your breasts and replacing it with the other. he feels himself getting closer with the way he grinds on you, too caught up in making sure you’re feeling good.
he continues his ministrations, pretty blue eyes lock on yours while you feel yourself about to release. “armin...wait..ar-“ you cum before you can even finish your whiny pants. he soon follows suit, cumming in his black jeans.
“damn” he says as he releases your breast with a soft pop.
he removes your bottoms along with your underwear before he does the same to himself. he collects your essence with two fingers, watching how it glistens and stretches on his digits.
“god, you’re so wet”. his voice comes out as a low moan. you take notice of his thick cock. how it’s flushed a dark pink and dribbling out precum mixed with his previous orgasm.
he aligns his dick with your slit, prodding a few times before slowly sinking in. you couldn’t help but hold your breath when it slipped in so nice, him finally bottoming inside you. “let me know when you’re ready”. you nod your head when you feel ready, comfortable for him to move inside you.
his strokes began slow, searching for your sweet spot. his hips rolled into yours softly as he looks down at you with an adoring look. you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes tighter at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you out.
you grab ahold of his shoulder, digging into the muscular flesh. he speeds up his pace and folds your legs over with a grunt. the way he was thrusting into you nearly knocked the wind out of you.
the only coherent words you could form were, “armin too much!” and “‘s too big!”. that all familiar feeling stirs up in your core again, threatening to get tighter and tighten.
you feel your cunt about to flutter until, it stops.
the pleasure you were feeling, the high you were oh so close to achieving—gone.
you look up at him with a lidded and pouty gaze. “why-why’d you stop?” you question, tears starting to trickle in your eyes. he reaches his hand out to rub against your cheeks, thumb swiping over your plump, soft lips.
“don’t want you coming just yet, baby”.
you melt into his touch, nodding your pretty little head at his words.
after a brief pause, he continues his movements, crashing into you just as he did before. your legs were a shaking mess and the way he angled his cock against your walls, only made them worse.
his blond locks fanned over his face, eyes almost closed from his high and lust. each thrust made you jolt, and that white hot feeling from before comes right back to you.
you grip the sheets beneath you, rocking your hips along with his. the angle and the way his dick curved inside you had you seeing stars
and then—it was gone again.
this time, the tears began to flow. he looks at you with much pity. “i know, baby. i know”. the way he dotes on you only makes you want to be pliant with him more.
you felt the soreness in your walls when he picked up his pace again. it wasn’t like you wanted to go through this a third time, but the way he was fucking you—with much passion and care, cleared your mind of those thoughts.
“you feel, so—good” armin grunts between thrusts, throwing his head back and groaning at the feeling of your warm head sucking him in each time. you could help but whine back.
almost unexpectedly, your climax builds up. you were practically begging for armin to let you have this one, this one release.
the way he uses his hips, stroking deep into your cunt has you seeing white when you finally cum. the experience would’ve been so much better, if it weren’t for the slight pain of overstimulation as he aims for his high.
“fuck, baby please. let me cum inside you” he groans. and after a few hard and sloppy thrusts he does just that. you both wait for a while catching your breaths.
he finally pulls out his softening cock before stuffing two fingers in your cunt. he collects his cum along with the mix of yours before he raises it to your lips.
“clean them off for me” he demands, but with a hint of politeness backing him.
you take his fingers in your mouth, sucking and sliding over them, doing your best to clean him up.
“there you go—good girl”.
tags - @onyxoverride @fiaficsxo @dxtemi @sleepyrintaro
GOOD LORD GRIPPING MY TOES
YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK | ARMIN ARLERT.
➳ synopsis. you’re new to the university and already struggling with classes. it’s a good thing your ‘friendly’ classmate, armin, offers to help. where would you be without him?
➳ contains. bimbo!reader, nerd!armin, college au, filthy praise/degradation, slight fear play, manipulation, condescension, voyeurism, sadism (if you squint), lying, library sex, slight dubcon, creampie, perverted behavior, unprotected sex, 18+ mdni.
➳ word count. 3,576
the vacant corridor felt like a slew of mazes as you tread along the unfamiliar path, keeping your eyes up above the many doors you passed in search for the name of your teacher that was brazenly written on your schedule. it was bad enough that it was your first day of school but to make matters worse, you also transferred in the middle of the semester.
when the recognizable name, paired with the room number came into your line of sight on the dark oak sign bolted into the wall, you slowly opened the door, certain that this was the class you were supposed to be in.
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YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK | ARMIN ARLERT.
➳ synopsis. you’re new to the university and already struggling with classes. it’s a good thing your ‘friendly’ classmate, armin, offers to help. where would you be without him?
➳ contains. bimbo!reader, nerd!armin, college au, filthy praise/degradation, slight fear play, manipulation, condescension, voyeurism, sadism (if you squint), lying, library sex, slight dubcon, creampie, perverted behavior, unprotected sex, 18+ mdni.
➳ word count. 3,576
the vacant corridor felt like a slew of mazes as you tread along the unfamiliar path, keeping your eyes up above the many doors you passed in search for the name of your teacher that was brazenly written on your schedule. it was bad enough that it was your first day of school but to make matters worse, you also transferred in the middle of the semester.
when the recognizable name, paired with the room number came into your line of sight on the dark oak sign bolted into the wall, you slowly opened the door, certain that this was the class you were supposed to be in.
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YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK | ARMIN ARLERT.
➳ synopsis. you’re new to the university and already struggling with classes. it’s a good thing your ‘friendly’ classmate, armin, offers to help. where would you be without him?
➳ contains. bimbo!reader, nerd!armin, college au, filthy praise/degradation, slight fear play, manipulation, condescension, voyeurism, sadism (if you squint), lying, library sex, slight dubcon, creampie, perverted behavior, unprotected sex, 18+ mdni.
➳ word count. 3,576
the vacant corridor felt like a slew of mazes as you tread along the unfamiliar path, keeping your eyes up above the many doors you passed in search for the name of your teacher that was brazenly written on your schedule. it was bad enough that it was your first day of school but to make matters worse, you also transferred in the middle of the semester.
when the recognizable name, paired with the room number came into your line of sight on the dark oak sign bolted into the wall, you slowly opened the door, certain that this was the class you were supposed to be in.
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ㅤ— wc: 0,8K.
ㅤcontent + warnings: 18+, including: dom!toji, switch!megumi, stepcest, drugging, oral sex (m! receiving), mention of breeding kink, dub-con, pet names, voyeurism, mfm, humiliation kink, dark content.
ㅤpairings: step-dad!fushiguro toji x afab!reader x step-bro!fushiguro megumi
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"Feels... ahn, weird~ Toji...", your voice came out slurred and your head was fuzzy as your step-dad's large hands roamed your body with your face shoved deep into a fluffy pillow on Toji's spacious bed and ass and waist had been pulled up.
It had been so easy for Toji to grab you by the waist minutes before and give you some strange, adulterated juice to drink. He said it was for you to focus better on your college classes today, and you were so ready to part your lips to drink that liquid. Your loving, caring, partially gentle step-dad would never want anything bad for you, right? Fushiguro Toji would never do anything bad to you.
Yes, he would never do anything bad to you. Only with your tight little pussy, widening it with his long, sturdy fingers right after he drugged you and guided you into his bed.
How long had Toji dreamed of being able to corrupt you from a good dumb girl who was at least trying to do well in her college subjects to a well-trained slut? Oh, too long, since before he discovered that his biological son, much smarter than you, might have a morbid and excessive affection for you.
The truth was that if Toji wasn't the first to use your pussy and fuck you into oblivion, Megumi would be. And not a few times Megumi cornered you in the hallway at dawn thinking his father was already asleep and running hands down your thighs, breasts and ass while asking: "Don't you want to make your brother feel good, Hm? I know you do" in whispers.
And now, the nice clothes you were supposed to be wearing to go to college were lying on the floor as your step-dad held your hips up tightly and spread your wet, sensitive folds before going to unbutton his own pants. Your eyes rose forcefully and, even though cloudy, they could see Megumi sitting in an armchair in front of the bed swallowing dryly in a frustrated manner unable to look away from your panting, lethargic body because of the drug in your system.
Did he feel bad? No, he just wanted the opportunity to use his bimbo step-sister. His cock was aching inside his pants, but Toji had spoken from the beginning that his son would not touch you without his beloved father's permission.
"Toji-mhm!", you gasped as you felt him rub the tip of his dick against your folds and he whispered a "Uh-hm, pretty one?"; from your lips came a drawn out, begging, sly: "Feels good, 's good.."
Toji opened a wicked grin before slowly pushing himself into your tight pussy and having you moaning loudly with eyes rolling upwards. The drug in your system was making the growing and latent pleasure reach a level of intensity that your body couldn't handle without shaking, all your muscles were spasming and there was saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and Megumi had to cover his own mouth to keep from moaning in front of your lewd and pornographic face of bliss.
"How do you feel, hm? Still with me, little one?", Toji leaned over your back whispering close to your ear and with eyes fixed on Megumi sitting restlessly in front of you both, "Your stepfather's cock is as good as you expected, hm?"
"Y-Yes, so... mhm, good! So much!", you didn't even really know what you were talking about, the only thing your mind could think of was Toji's cock starting to slowly move out and in inside you.
Just then your step-dad was gesturing for Megumi to get up and come to the two of you fucking on the bed and just then your stepbrother's hands were getting rid of his clothes and freeing his cock before directing it to your lips ajar from your rapid breathing.
"Use her pretty lil’ mouth, wanna see my pretty girl leaking cum from all her holes", Toji commanded as his hips made your body thrust forward every time his cock buried itself inside your tight pussy.
And Megumi felt suddenly embarrassed as he watched you obediently open your mouth to lick him before swallowing him like you were the best trained puppy in the world.
While your step-dad was using your cunt, your stepbrother was burying himself in your mouth and fucking your face mercilessly. Yes, you were their little doll, to be used whenever they wanted, to be leaking cum until it was time to fill you up again.
The more your walls milked Toji's cock, the more he pulsed and twitched against them forcefully. Several hoarse grunts escaping his throat and gasps coming out of Megumi's lips, the three of you became a mess of sweaty bodies in sync on your step-dad's messy bed.
"Wanna have your daddy's seed deep inside you, princess? Wanna become my little wifey?", Toji whispered close to your ear as you moaned around your stepbrother's dick above you and eyes rolled up as your mind remained clouded by the drug.
But even without it you would have agreed to be corrupted by the two of them and become the Fushiguro's cum dump. In the end, you were their bimbo princess, right? Right.
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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ᨳ Oh brother!
stepbro!rindou x stepsis!reader x stepbro!ran
summary: your stepbro’s are so mean to you and your mother does nothing to stop them! Instead, she decides to leave you all alone, so that you could all “bond” in peace!
content + warnings: fem!reader, dubcon, pseudo-incest, non consensual recording, panty stealing, fingering, male masturbation, vaginal penetration, threesomes, creampie, anal, overstimulation, blackmailing, dark content.
tagging: @ambrodias
wc: 1.6k
You hated them! You absolutely hated them so much. Ever since your mother had married their father your life has been absolute hell! By them, you mean your new stepbrothers, Ran and Rindou! They were the absolute worse, constantly teasing you and stealing your stuff. You weren’t stupid, you noticed your underwear and even a few of bras have been going missing - and you knew those perverted freaks probably took them! You weren’t blind either, you were fully aware of the lecherous looks Rindou would give you when he thought you weren’t looking.
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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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『NEED YOU, DADDY』 | Bokuto Koutarou
WARNINGS: age gap, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, breeding, praising, daddy kink, manhandling, rough sex, mentions of pregnancy.
WORD COUNT: 2.7k
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dilf!bokuto who forgot to date someone because of his focus on his career, especially when he was getting ready to retire.
it’s been so long since he’s been in someone’s bed and it’s killing him. he blames it on his job, and maybe it was, but the main reason is his insecurities.
bokuto doesn’t have the defined abs he had in his early twenties, now the muscles blend with the small fat of his ‘dad body’.
he often finds spots of flaccid skin around his hips and he hates it. his hard chest is now soft and flabby (a perfect pillow ff you ask me), he misses his old athletic body.
even with a special workout program made by his friend iwaizumi, he still cannot go back to the way he was years ago.
and he can’t bring himself to take someone home when he looks like that.
but then, his daughter comes to visit during her college break with a friend she met on campus, who coincidentally lived in the same neighborhood as her yet they’ve never met before. and as you take your first steps into the bokuto household, koutarou is sure he’s fucked.
you’re so sweet and kind, extremely polite as you greet your friend’s father, but he could see there was something else behind your gaze.
after all, how could you not peak your interest in him when he's like that? welcoming you into his house so warmly, big grin on his face as he pulls you to a tight hug. wearing slightly tight briefs that give you a glimpse of how his shaft rests on his thigh, broad back moving under his shirt. it is hard to be satisfied with just watching.
he sees the way you side eye him as he cooks some snacks for y’all, subtly flexing his biceps a little more (cause he’s a show off). and he totally sees the mini skirt you wear when you come visit them the next day.
you bump into him when you go to the kitchen to get some soda, and press your chest on his to get through the space between the counter and the island, even though there’s enough space for both of you.
bokuto gulps as you bend over to take a better look at what’s in the bottom of his fridge, giving him a clear sight of your red lacy panties.
he chokes on his tea and he blushes as you turn around to face him, fake worry on your face and innocent eyes, asking if he was okay, acting as if nothing had happened.
a few days later, his kid goes to her mother’s house and he finds himself alone again. that is, until he hears a few knocks on the door.
you stand by his door frame with a pack of beer cans and a few snacks. he invites you in and you set yourselves in his living room. an unsaid knowledge of just why you're there falls into the air of his house as your eyes meet.
your body language says it all: legs crossed towards him, torso leaned to hear him better, hand brushing on his thigh every now and then.
and he wants to give you what you want, but he can't help but overthink.
you're a young, beautiful, and hot, girl, didn't you deserve a guy who's body could be just as good-looking as yours?
"you know, bokuto-san, it's really hard to find good boys out there." you say, fidgeting with the metal seal of your can. "most of the guys on campus are assholes."
"having boy problems, sweetheart?"
"yeah." you sigh. "i just- i need a mature man." you lock eyes with him, showing him slight puppt eyes under your long lashes. "i need someone who's able to take care of me, bokuto-san. 'm tired of spending so many nights alone, cold." he feels your hand crailing up his knee and suddenly the room starts to get a little hotter. "when akane told me you're alone too, i could barely believe it. how could such a handsome, lovely man not be with someone? i'm sure you also need a someone to take care of you too, bokuto-san."
your hand stops by the top of his thigh, dangerously close to his already half hard length. you lean in slowly, like a snake seducing its prey. bokuto finds himself hypnotized, totally devoted to your charms.
"so i thought, why don't we help each other out?"
you can see his expression of hesitation and somewhat fear, and it's amusing to see that big, strong man submitting to you so easily.
you slip your free hand up his shirt and brush your lips on his ear as you continue.
"tell me, bokuto-san, if i'm a good girl for you, will you be a good man for me too?"
koutarou can only gulp, he can't believe he's crumbling to a girl who's his daughter's age, yet, he can't deny the burning desire in his chest and pants.
"you don't know what you're messing with, sweetheart." he warns.
"i'm willing to find out... daddy."
you start to kiss his neck, climbing on his lap while you do so.
"shit..." you roll your hips back and forth softly, only making his erection harder.
you begin to pull his shirt out of him but he stops you. you look up to him and he avoids your gaze, however, you catch a glimpse of his reddish cheeks.
"no need to get shy on me, handsome." you say, delivering a kiss to his jaw.
he lets go of your hands and you take the cloth off him, displaying his scrumptious upper body. bokuto still keeps looking to the side, fearing you might change your mind now. but he's surprised as you let your hands wander around his body and return your attention to his neck, leaving hickeys and bites all over it.
"you're so sexy, daddy, fuck."
it's overwhelming, the feeling of your hot hands on his skin, the friction between your bodies, your lips on his neck, it's too much, and it's too good.
his hands find your waist and his head spins at how tiny it seems under his big hands. however it is short lasted as you take his wrists and guide him to grab your ass.
you whimper as he grops on it, pressing you harder on him.
"let me take care of you, daddy."
you lower your legs to kneel on the floor before him but he cups your cheeks before you do so. air is stolen from your lungs as he kisses you roughly, tongue deep in your mouth, exploring it. you kiss him back with just as much hunger, and moan against his lips as he completely dominates you.
the kiss that is rough but you can still feel some tenderness in it, like there’s something more to it than just lust.
you laugh under your breath when you pull away, still with a string of saliva connecting both lips. you give him one last peck before kneeling in front of him.
koutarou spreads his legs wider and you put your hands on his knees, then catch the band of his sport shots with your teeth.
"you're quite a tease, aren't you, doll?"
you smirk at the new pet name and pull his shots along with his underwear down. his throbbing dick slaps his abdomen, your eyes going wide and throat gulping as you acknowledge his size.
“oh, c’mon, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. wasn’t this what you wanted?” he smirks smugly. “i told you you didn’t know what you were messing with.”
koutarou leans in and catches your lips in another kiss while he guides you to stand on your knees.
“get on the coffee table, all in fours.” he mumbles against you.
you do as you’re told, pushing the snacks and beer cans away to make space. once you’re in position, bokuto folds your dress upwards so it’s sitting on your waist, and pushes your panties to the side. he presses his thumb in your entrance just slightly, then drags your precum along your folds, wetting your puffy cunt.
“what a preyty little pussy,” he hums, delivering little kisses to the swell of your ass. “wonder if daddy’s big cock is gonna fit in here.”
you start whimpering as he teases you, slowly stroking you and lazily rubbing your clit.
“d- daddy…” you whine, begging for more.
he licks a long stripe on your arousal, making you gasp at the sudden feeling. his thumb slips into your fluttering hole as he attacks your labia and clitoris.
koutarou eats you out like a starved man, and well, he is. the former ace’s always been more of a giver than a taker and he can’t remember the last time he had his face buried between someone’s legs, your sweet taste on his tongue only makes him more and more feral as the seconds passes by, he feels himself eager to make you scream just from his tongue.
“fuck, daddy! so good!”
your wetness drips down his chin and a little on his chest. the sounds echoing from his mouth and your stupidly wet cunt are hopelessly sloppy, echoing through the whole room.
he replaces his thrusting thumb with his tongue, fucking you with precision.
with one hand on your hips he keeps you still, and uses the other to stroke his pulsating dick.
“ah! daddy! gonna make me cum!”
he laughs at your whining. minutes ago you were acting tough all over him and now he can see your legs trembling.
bokuto lets go of his cock for a moment and grabs your hips with both hands, pressing you even harder on his mouth so he can taste you roughly.
your orgasm comes hard and without a notice you’re shaking and making a true mess on your friend’s father.
“fuck.” you mumble, struggling to keep yourself standing.
koutarou hugs your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap on the couch again, quickly taking your dress and panties off of you. he keeps a hand stroking your sensitive and swollen clit while the other bumps his length.
“i want you, need you, daddy.” you say, snuggling your face on his neck.
“let me grab a con-”
“no. I want it raw. I want to feel all of you.”
“are you sure, pretty?” you nod. "i need words."
you lower your hand to meet his and grasp his cock, running your hand up and down firmly.
"i am sure, papí. want to feel you inside me, can't you feel how wet i am for you?"
his hand catches your neck harshly, bringing you to a kiss.
"there's no coming back now, sweetheart."
you lift yourself and align his dick on your entrance, then place both hands on his shoulders. he spreads your thighs and slowly thrusts upwards, stretching your walls as your nails dig on his skin.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, daddy! 's so big."
"shit." bokuto closes his eyes shut as he bottoms out, feeling out of air as you clamp on him so tight he can't move an inch. “so fucking tight.”
his mind gets foggy, it almost hurts how much he wants to ram into you without worrying about anything else but painting your soft insides white. he stays still for a while, allowing you to get used to his size and him to tune down his hunger.
after a few minutes, koutarou starts to pull out and you look down to where your bodies meet. you start to feel empty as his tip is the only thing you left inside you.
he thrusts in roughly and unwarningly and a loud moan escapes your lips. your fingers tangle themselves on his black and white strands, pulling them back as pleasure takes over your core.
bokuto pulls out slowly, but pushes himself in quickly, stealing lewd sounds from you and your sweetly welcoming hole.
“this pussy’s perfect, one of the best i ever had.” he groans and you blush at the praise. “daddy’s cock fits perfectly, doesn’t it?” you hum in affirmation, unable to speak since each thrust of his steals the air from your lungs.
he picks up his pace, turning you into nothing but a moaning mess. his body is hot under yours and the way your tiddies bounce in unison with his movements makes his head spin.
“‘m gonna cum.” he warns.
his hips start to stutter a bit and you move your own body up and down, meeting his thrusts.
“cum inside me, papí. want your load. wanna make you a daddy again.”
“oh, fuck it.”
koutarou throws away anything that was holding him back.
he lifts you out of him and throws you to the side, landing in your elbows and knees in the leather couch.
you turn your head back to question him but you’re roughly pushed back to the couch. his calloused hand is wrapped around your neck, pushing you down as he suddenly starts to fuck you from behind.
“you want me to fill this pretty pussy? want to carry my babies?” the sound of skin clapping must be echoing in the whole house now, along with your screams of pleasure. “i’ll knock you up so good you’ll feel my cum in your tummy for days.”
bokuto hits your soft walls with precision, kissing your cervix and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you start to clench around him, bringing both of you closer to your climaxes.
“daddy!”
you squirm and shake under him creaming around his dick. he moans at the sensation and he fucks your cum back inside you without direction. all it takes is a few more thrusts and he's cumming deep inside you.
he looks down to see the absolute mess you two made. your juices drip down his balls and thighs, he pulls out slowly to see even more of his white load slipping out of your fluttering cunt.
the sight is mesmerizing, he thinks, but it's still not enough.
he takes the cum with his fingers and push it back into you. you whimper as he does so, only indulging the feeling in his twitching dick.
bokuto turns you to lay on your back and pushes your legs to your chest in a matting press, taking no time to align his hard cock to your entrance again.
he shoves himself inside you in the same crazy pace as before, lips brushing against yours as he mumbles about how good you feel.
after a while, you can't remember how many times you came, all you can feel is his load making your thighs sticky, the sensitivity in your whole body and your lips pulsating.
"just one more, sweetheart, let me fill your needy cunt just once more." this is probably the third time he said it would be the last. you can't even find it in yourself to say something, you definitelydon't want to deny him but a little break would be good. "you're doing so good, little girl. you look the prettiest like this." he says between kisses.
the more he fucked into you, the more sweet and tender he became, not with his dick, of course, but with his words and kisses. he made you feel precious, pretty, special even, and you figure there must be way more to your friend's father than just a big shaft and hot body.
bokuto wipes the tears off your face with small pecks, slightly smiling when he feels your arms and legs wrap around him in a tight hug.
"there, there, sweetie." he coos. "relax, you did so good. c'mon."
he grabs your underwear from the side and slips it in your legs, then gently taps your now covered pussy, as if congratulating it for its hard work.
he picks you up in his arms, takes you upstairs to his room, and lays you gently on the bed. he goes back downstairs to get you some water then joins you in his king side mattress.
koutarou holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back up and down and massaging your sore and bruised skin. he falls asleep a little after you do, satisfied to know that once he wakes up, not only your pussy will still be dripping his seed but he'll be able to fuck it back into you all over again.
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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.”
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JJK/Waking them up with a blowjob
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Sukuna, Geto Suguru
Warning: mature content ahead; consensual.
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Nanami: He thought he was dreaming, so he didn’t wake up immediately. You started slowly, but as soon as you went for deep-throating, soft moans started escaping his lips. His groans were music to your ears, and seeing him furrow his brows in his sleep while mumbling your name meant that he was enjoying this as much as you were.
You could feel his hips tense as he slowly opened his eyes. His face turned a bright shade of red as he realized what you were doing. He didn’t stop you though. He covered his face with one hand in an attempt to hide the redness, caressing your hair with the other one. You understood that he was getting close to his climax when he carefully started pushing your head so it’d go faster. It didn’t take him long to come after that.
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Jujutsu Kaisen men when somebody’s hitting on you
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro
Summary: These bad boys when some random starts flirting with you
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Gojo Satoru:
It’s not rare for Gojo to barely have any free time, but when he does, he spends it with you
On one of these days, he took you out on a date
It wasn’t much of a date though; as he kept disappearing, distracted by every souvenirs shop he passed by
Getting tired after a while, you took a sit at a table on a nearby cafe’s terrace
While examining the menu, planning on getting you and your boyfriend a drink, an unknown man occupied the sit in front of you
“Sorry but that seat is taken”
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