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I just wanna love, live and die my way.

Just the tip with Toji

chastity

cw: levi x afab reader, submissive and breedable levi, ceo levi, blowjobs, office sex, dirty talk

word count: 4.1k

this is dedicated to @bibblelevi <3 mainly because without them i would never have sparked the idea or become feral over sub levi :D

The cl ick click click of your kitten heels against the marble floors echoed throughout the brightly lit office building you walk through. At the end of the hall, a man welcomes you as he opens the door to the elevator up to the 20th floor. It’s not the first time he’s seen you, nor would it be the last.

On the way up that elevator, you ensured your makeup was flawlessly set, that every crease on your tight dress was smoothed out, especially along the low v-cut around your breast, and your hair was fluffed to perfection.

It’s around 3pm. You had the luxury of finding some time to waste and visit your boyfriend just a couple floors up. Throughout the year or so since he got this new job, it was always a pleasure to come pay him sporadic visits when you could.

And honestly, it was highly amusing to see the mesmerizing gape’s on his employer’s faces when you strutted through that work floor.

Everyone loved it when you came to visit. And when you say everyone, that includes the men, the women, and any other helpful staff needed to run such a wealthy business.

You bask in the information they share with you, claiming how soft your man has gone since the two of you had met. It made you blush the first time you heard it, as well as when you hear it now, years later.

When you step out of that elevator, you stop for just a second to small-talk with the floor’s receptionist. Petra, is her name. You’re sure she actually had a little crush on your man, but you couldn’t blame her. He’s such a catch.

Two younger men who also worked under your boyfriend, Eren and Jean, are always delighted to see you and happen to greet you at the reception’s desk. Their mouths practically leak with drool as you entertain them for a couple minutes. You follow them to their desks parallel to each other, leaning over their shoulders to see what they're working on, and giving them a whiff of your expensive perfume their boss buys for you.

“You look amazing today, miss.” Jean comments, leaning back in his chair while his eyes practically fuck you.

“Yeah, it’s a real treat, for sure.” Eren butts in with that iconic boyish grin on his face.

Their rivalry is so apparent, they even try to one-up each other in the compliments they give you. It’s laughable, but oh so cute.

It isn’t until you hear a click of the tongue that the boys straighten up in front of you. As you turn around, you’re delighted to see the man of the day. Dressed in a black slacks, a white button up shirt, and sleeves folded up to his forearms, you flutter your lashes at him.

Levi Ackerman. CEO of Scout’s Enterprise, owner of several hundred stocks, and most importantly owner of your heart, body and soul.

“Hi, baby.” You coo, reaching your hands out to place them on his chest and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Any attention you gave to the two boys behind you is long diminished now and reserved for your man.

Several snickers are heard around the cubicles as they watch you unfold your loving wrath on the important man. Levi takes hold of your hands and grimaces, giving you a knowing look. You know he doesn’t like when you coddle him in front of his employees, they tease him.

You just can’t help it though. You’re so inlove with him.

“Break time. Get some lunch.” He shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. “And leave me the fuck alone of my break, will ya?” He adds, narrowing his eyes at the youngins.

Levi places a hand dangerously low on your back as he leads you to his personal office. His large door closes behind you two, completely drowning out the conversations on the main floor. As you stride towards the mahogany desk, you take note of the stacks of papers, binders, cup holders meant for expensive pens labeled with Levi’s name, and a well dusted picture frame of you two from a while back.

You initially gave it to him as a joke, Levi hated taking pictures when you two met. One date, you managed to snap a picture with him, and you suppose he took a liking to it. You smile at the frame, taking it in your hands and reminiscing on the particular day it was taken.

“Have you eaten?” Levi asks, hands in his pockets and facing you. For 30, Levi still looks as handsome as he did when you met him years ago.

You shake your head. “I’m not very hungry.” You reply, placing the frame back down in it’s respectable spot.

Levi teeters over to you slowly, and you watch him like a hawk. A smile forms on your lips as he starts timidly wrapping his arms around you and pushing your face to his chest. “Missed you.” He murmurs.

You smirk. “What was that, dear?”

“You heard me, you brat.” He huffs, his breath is hot against the exposed part of your chest. “Don’t be silly.”

You giggle. “It’s not silly for a girl to want to hear her boyfriend misses her.”

“Mm.” He responds with a small noise, rubbing your back with his strong hands. He tilts his head back and takes a nice look at you.

“You look great.” He compliments, eyes hungrily staring at your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh, taking his hand in yours and placing it against your cheek.

Your love language is touch. Which was unfortunate at the beginning of your relationship because Levi could barely stand next to you when he met you. Now? He can’t keep his hands off of you for his nor your sake. Any time spent together, you’re practically begging for his touch. And slowly, he learned to adapt to that.

A sudden knock on the door earns a scowl from the ravenette. Rudely, he calls out to whoever's on the other side. “Who the fuck is it?”

A small, timid figure emerges from behind that door. A blonde with golden hair and a cute face. Armin, you think his name is.

“I’m— m’ really sorry, sir. I just need to get a signature on this before 3PM.” He recites with a soft voice, offering a clipboard towards his boss.

“Why wasn’t this brought earlier, Arlert?” Levi barks, snatching the clipboard from the blonde’s dainty hands. He takes one of those pens printed with his name and scribbles an unintelligible sort of cursive. He looks at you, probably to see if you can believe the audacity of this intern but is surprised when your eyes have gone into a roll.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Armin squeaks, he bows at Levi. “Uh— enjoy your lunch!” He squeaks, hightailing it out of the room as soon as he’s gotten what he’s needed and closing the door behind him.

Levi sighs, and turns back to you with a squint. “What’s up?”

You blink at him. “Hm?”

Levi gladly elaborates. “I must be blind or something or I caught you rolling your eyes when that brat was in here.”

You laugh. “Oh, that.”

Levi’s eye twitches as you fail to explain yourself. “Well?”

You move from Levi’s desk with a sigh. Levi Ackerman is such a respectable man. He's a role model, a businessman, a diamond in the rough, if you will. He talks big because he knows his worth, and everyone obeys him because they have no interest in ever crossing him.

Except you.

“Everyone was looking at you, you know?“ He says, interrupting your train of thought as he grabs your cheeks in the palm of one hand. You smile as you realize he’s trying to change the subject, nervously because you failed to give him an answer to his previous question.

“Yes,” You nod. ”They always do. Why? Bothered, baby?” Your words come out muffled and Levi chuckles at the plush of your face squished between his fingers.

“I don’t give a damn what you wear.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he lets go on your face.“But I do mind what those fucking idiots daydream about in their head.” He strides to stand behind his desk. “Stop entertaining those fuckers.”

You turn yourself around and stand. “Who? Eren and Jean?” You say innocently.

“I said fuckers, didn’t I?”

You chuckle. “You don’t have to be so mean to them.” You inform him, pushing some strands of hair from your face. “And besides, it’s fun. They’re very easy to fluster.” You mention, tip-toeing your fingers up his firm chest. He fights demons to focus on your face and not your breasts that are so perfectly displayed in front of him. “Kind of reminds me of someone, don’t you think?”

Levi’s not down for the get down. He tenses up, shakes his head and starts putting together some papers, ignoring you. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. It’s comical the way your voice sounds so pure, but your eyes say “don’t fuck with me.”

The ravenette says nothing. He simply shakes his head. “Mm.”

This makes you laugh, you just can’t help it. And as beautiful as your laugh is to your boyfriend, he knows when he’s made a mistake.

“Baby, you seem.. worked up.” You purr. The click of your heels on his floor lessen as you close in on him. Now, you’ve pushed him into a corner between his chair and you. You stand before him, ass pressed against his desk and a hand stationed to his chest.

You maintain eye contact with him like a predator hunts their prey.

“I’m starting to believe there is something bothering you.” You coo, looking him up and down and motioning him to take a seat in that big chair of his. He obeys, of course.

He sinks into submission as he’s guided into that leather. He bites his tongue, not wanting to mouth off because he knows the consequences of talking back. It’s part of the reason he’s at this point in the first place.

The truth is, he is bothered. It’s apparent with the way he feels blood rushing to his groin as he subconsciously spreads his legs.

“Baby.. it’s been three days. Can you please take it off?” He whines.

This pleases you in such a dark way, you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Oh, do you have manners now?” Your eyes trail down his body and lock on the small tent that has become more noticeable over the past minute.

Just under the fabric of his expensive slacks, and his expensive belt, encases a beautiful cock locked behind a chastity.

Levi grits his teeth as you stare down his pathetic face. He’s needy, and you don’t blame him. Your poor baby had been locked up for three days, that’s the longest he’s ever gone without a release.

“Well?” You taunt, kicking off your heels and settling on his desk. You work your feet up his pant leg, giggling at the way your stockings feel against the fabric. It tickles.

“I’m.. a little worked up.” He admits, watching how delicious your legs look in those black tights. He adores the way the sheen darkens where your legs and feet curve.

“And who’s fault is that?” Your feet make it’s detour toward his crotch. Gently, you hover your soles over his zipper and rub.

Levi grunts at just the smallest bit of friction. His hips buck, just like a bitch in heat. “It’s my fault.”

“What did you do wrong, Levi? Explain.” You ask, simultaneously adding more pressure to where he needs it most. It becomes a fun game of push and pull as he chases your touch with his pelvis.

“I was mean.” He mumbles. “But I’m sorry, I can be good now, I swear.” His pleads are like a symphony to your ears.

There’s nothing sexier than a man in a suit submitting to a little old you.

If you were less horny, and more capable of thinking straight, you’d probably tease him to death. But with Levi being locked up, you had to resort to toys to satisfy your needs and right now, you admit you need him just as much as he needs you.

“Really? You’ll be good?” You ask, extending your leg to land on his shoulder. He revels in your proximity and the view of lack of panties on your part.

“Yes, I p-promise.” He cries.

You slowly blink at his riled up figure, panting and red to the face. “Come show me how good that tongue is,” You spread your legs across his desk. “And then, we’ll talk about how good you’ve been.”

Levi is pouncing at you before you can even finish your sentence. He rushes to the floor, uncaring how rough the surface beneath his knees and goes straight to worshipping your soft legs.

He starts to kiss your calves, all while massaging your feet, relishing in the touch of your stockings. Slowly, he moves farther up your legs, making sure to not let a patch go unkissed. His lips are wet against the fabric, creating small patches of darkened cloth around your legs.

As he worships your bottom, your heart flutters at his determination to make you feel good. If there’s one thing Levi is known for, it's his will of paying attention to the things around him. Through this, he’s learned to be such an attentive lover to you, maybe too attentive at times but there’s no room to complain about that.

Levi knows what makes you tick and right now, you are ticking.

It was more a treat for him than you to decide to leave the house with no panties. Though you weren’t planning on having hot office sex on your boyfriend’s desk during his lunch break, you were thinking of the possibility. Luckily, Levi’s more than happy to have you in front of him all pretty like this. There’s something about the way your pussy being pressed against the lace of your tights that has him unable to stop himself from placing featherlight kisses on the area.

This act alone prys a small mew from your throat. His lips are so delicate against you.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, spreading your legs further apart. You find a comfortable position to place your legs on his shoulders and lean back on your elbows. You glance at his paperwork still lounging on his desk and chuckle. They’ll be long gone to the floor in no time.

Levi peers up at your face through the valley of your breasts, the sight only prompts him to kiss your pussy harder and needier. He moans against it, becoming frustrated he can’t actually feel it and roughly rips a whole in just the right place.

You raise a brow at him, slightly saddened for your stockings. He notices and blinks. “I’ll buy you a whole drawer of new ones.” He promises, then dives his tongue into your cunt.

The thought of promised clothing in your mind has vanished as you feel his hot tongue on you. “A-ah!” You squeak, surprised by the sudden pressure.

Levi smirks, then allows saliva to pool in his mouth and drip from his lips in an attempt to lather you up.

The way your pussy glistens in the light of his office sends waves of pleasure to his groin. He needs to get out of the cage and fast. And the assumed way is suspected to be by your pussy and his mouth.

Quickly, Levi flattens his muscle along your core, licking a nice and sensual stroke up and down to get you wanting more.

You buck your hips at him, beckoning for more and he gives it to you with no question. As he swirls around your folds, he grips your thighs harder to keep you still. You bring a hand to your mouth, trying your hardest to suppress the noises that dare escape your mouth.

“Fu—fuck. Baby, baby..” You whisper, nervously glancing at the door.

Had this not been your boyfriend’s job, you wouldn’t give a damn about making a peep. But even with people on their lunch break, there’s still a risk someone could have stayed behind.

Levi works your clit heavenly with circling fingers, causing your juices to escape your hole for only a quick second until his mouth is on it to eagerly lap up any spillage. He cycles this routine for minutes, causing you to nearly fall over the edge until he comes to an abrupt stop.

“You gotta take me out of this.” Levi whines, he places lazy kisses outside of your labia as he unbuckles his belt. “Please say you brought the key.”

You giggle at the sensation of his gentle lips against your puffy and aroused womanhood. “In my purse.” You mumble drunkenly, pointing to the corner of the room where your belongings lay. Levi quickly gets up, eager to be free as he rummages through the familiar bag. After all, he’s the one who bought you the purse.

He strides back to you, a silver key in, and hands the item to you. You take it with no begging and watch him undress his lower half. He looks at you once he’s finished, and you blink back.

His cock is strained against the metal, probably hot to the touch from wearing it for three days aside from bathing and using the restroom obviously. You bite your lips, smiling at the way it begs to be freed.

You dangle the metal key in your fingers. “I’m giving you one chance, baby.”

Levi nods in an instant, clearly ready to be free from the cage.

“Enough back talk, or next time, I’m leaving you in this for a week and forcing you to watch me fuck myself with my fingers.” You warn, scooting up to the edge of his desk and grabbing the lock.

“Am I making myself clear?” You firmly ask.

“Yes, ma’am.” He promptly answers.

There’s a small clicking noise, and then voila, he’s free.

Levi’s cock practically inflates and springs into action as he’s no longer under the metal restraint. He moans at your delicate touch pumping his reddened cock.

“So sensitive now, huh?” You tease him, rubbing your palm against the head of his dick.

He nods, knitting his brows together and moans. “F-fuck...shit.”

Levi leans back with you as you hop down from his desk, immediately falling to your knees and catching a glimpse of his enlightened face when he realizes what you’re doing. He shifts, walks back to his chair and plops down. His hand meets your cheek as you crawl over to his lap. There, you kiss his hips, then move to his definite v-line.

Levi’s a squirming mess beneath your touch. His dick is twitching in anticipation as you lick a small stripe up the underneath of his balls, something that drives him insane.

“Hah..” He pants profanities and other unintelligible words as you lap him up good.

You revel in his guttural moans, determined to induce a choir of sweet nothings to satisfy your ears. “You sound so precious, Levi.” You purr against his cock.

“Please..”

“Please what? What do you need?”

He whines as he feels the heat of your mouth barely grasping his length. “Please suck me..”

You chuckle. “You’re being so good, telling me what you want.”

He nods his head in agreement, but you’re sure he’s just too dumb to comprehend a proper answer. It’s adorable when he’s like this. So vulnerable and willing to be at your beck and call.

“Be good and stay still.” You tell him just before sinking your mouth around the tip of his cock.

He squirms, but he’s tolerating it as much as he can for being someone that’s been locked up for 72 hours.

Despite the wetness of your tongue, Levi’s soaked at his tip with pre cum. Levi is a leaker, and he used to be embarrassed about it up until you admitted how much you liked the taste of him. After that, he knew never to be ashamed of his bodily fluids. “So sweet.” You comment. “Like always.”

In a silent answer, Levi’s cock pulsates against your tongue. You hum around the length, letting the vibrations add the right amount of pleasure. He groans a little too loud.

“You better keep quiet, baby. Do you want everyone to hear you sounding like a whore?”

He whimpers as quietly as he can. He knows you’re right but you don’t have to sound so sexy while you tell him.

You slowly lower him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to help sheath any exposed cock that your mouth can’t quite get at the moment.

Levi shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as you start to bob your head around him. He’s in pure euphoria when you lazily grab his hand to snake through your hair.

Your hair is so soft in between his fingers. It fucks him up. You in general are just so soft and sweet, and being given the right to defile you actually makes him harder. He doesn’t mind being whored out by you, he could live the rest of his life happy this way.

You’re making a mess, and you’re making it fast. Spit and pre cum have spilled out from beyond your lips and dripped down his pelvis. The sensation tickles his balls, making him moan in bliss.

This alone has him close.

“Baby, I—“

You shush him as you come up for air. “I know, I know. You’re close, hm?”

His brows are knitted together when he nods a yes.

“Good. You know when to ask permission, right? Or are you too dumb off my mouth to remember?” You wait for his answer with your hands gliding up and down his slick cock. You even rub a thumb against his slit.

He struggles to answer but eventually, he lets out a, “I can.. I can remember.”

“Good boy.”

He can hear the smile on your lips.

Nothing prepared him for the way you latch onto his cock and suck the soul out of him. With your hand preoccupied with his balls, you have no way to stop the way he grips your hair in both hands and whines. Your tongue swirls around any veins you can find, and tears start to shed as you push your throat’s limits into fitting his beautiful cock down your windpipe.

The tightness of your throat winds him up. He has no control of the way he throbs and swells around you.

“I— Can I, fuck, can I cum?” He cries, loud and uncaring for who hears.

“Cum for me, Levi.” You reply roughly as you tear away from his cock. You’re back around him in an instant as he shakes deeper down your throat.

“A—ah fuck!” He yelps, keeping your head still with his grip as he cums hard with an insane shudder. His seed travels hot and thick down your throat, with the remaining liquid dripping down his tip when you pull away to swallow.

Levi’s is fucked out on his chair, spewing absolute nonsense as you lap up whatever cum you’ve missed. He traces along the side of your face with his fingers, smiling and content.

“I love you.” He gushes, voice hoarse and deep.

You smile into his palm, nuzzling his strong hand. “I love you.” You whisper back.

With a couple seconds to recoup, Levi is quick to stand and bring you with him. His stamina startled you in the beginning of your relationship, but now, you’ve learned he only needs so long before he’s up and running again.

Levi discards his papers on his desk with a flick and makes room to place you down comfortably. He kisses you with great passion, taking your breath away as well as your right to speak. You mumble a noise against his plush lips.

“Hm?” He mumbles.

“Lunch break is almost over.” You reply, an anxious smile takes over your mouth.

“It’s fine.” He insists. He places soft kisses against the sensitive part of your neck, instantly pushing you into submission. “It’s your turn now, kitten.”

cw: smut. minors do not interact. fem!reader. this is me thinking too much abt shoyo folding me into a mating press. tit sucking. breeding kink. babytrapping(?). a lil manhandling. talk/thoughts about impregnation.

it's only been a few minutes since hinata made it home to you, but already, he's gently laying you across the sheets, and tracing his eyes all over your body, tongue sticking out between his lips.

as he moves back a little to let you get comfortable, he's watching the curves of your tits and the slants of your hips and imagining how he's going to take you tonight — ready to lay out the vision that's simmering behind his eyes for so long.

he's been away from you for too long, pulled out by too many games overseas, and all he wants now is to just stay with you.

he wants to tell his coach, his team, his manager, that he doesn't want to leave you alone for weeks and weeks on end anymore.

but he needs a good excuse, a reason, to do that.

at first, he didn't know what to do.

he and you have been together for long enough like this — there's never been any problems or disagreements to do with distance between you two.

the love between you both has only ever grown with time, and besides, you have your work to focus on, and so you're fully supportive of the weeks and months you have to spend apart because of his work.

it's not like you need him around all the time, either — you're perfectly capable on your own.

you don't even seem to mind, anyway, and neither had he. until now.

however, there was nothing he could bring up, for them to let him stay with you for as long as he wanted.

now though, he's got a good idea.

all he has to do is make you need him around all the time. all he has to do — is fuck you full of his cum, make sure you take all of it, and put a baby in you.

he slides a hand under you, cupping his palm at the dip between your ass and your thigh, staring unblinkingly at you as he does — and when you blush, turn your face away from his bright gaze, he just wants to fill you up even more.

you'll look so beautiful, carrying his kids, he can already see it. such a fucking hot thought, he has no idea how he's never wanted this so badly before.

dragging his palm across your skin, he pulls your leg up, fixes his grip to the back of your knee and hooks your leg over his shoulder.

"baby," he smiles. "you ready?"

"yes, yes," you reply instantly, nodding frantically — you might be fine with him leaving on away games for weeks, but you definitely do miss him.

he's holding himself up over you with his other arm, gripping the blankets right beside your face, and there's desperation in your eyes as you reach up and grab his wrist to tug it a little closer to your cheek. "please, shoyo. i missed you."

"missed you too," he breathes, lowering his face to yours so he can meet your lips in a kiss — he tastes so sweet, like sour candy, and you're instantly enamoured, lost in how good he feels.

he lines his cock up against your entrance, pushes in easily enough with how wet you are already, and you immediately flutter around him, pulling him in like you've been craving for this forever.

you have, you really have, and so has he.

"fuck, takin' me so well, baby." he groans, head falling as he looks down to watch how your pussy looks with his cock in it, and his orange curls brush against your nose, smelling like sunbaked sand. "look at you, so beautiful."

"just hurry up and fuck me, shoyo," you gasp, fingers tightening around his wrist as you involuntarily arch yourself up against him, desperate to have all of his length and girth in you. "don't want you to go slow. not this time, please. i need all of you, now."

a voice in the back of his head tells him he should take things easy at first, prep you up gently before he gets rough with you — but really, he can't take it any longer either.

his cock's already leaking, balls already so full and heavy, and he needs to give it all to you — now.

"fine, princess, you asked for it." he grins, before grabbing you by your waist and snapping your ass up against his pelvis, sheathing his cock all the way in your cunt in one go.

his tip lands a harsh kiss on your cervix, and you cry out at the sharp twinge of pleasure that courses up your spine — but before you can catch your breath, hinata takes you by the back of both your knees and pushes your legs back, pressing you down and spreading you wide open for him to ruin. "gonna give it all to you, so take it."

the first slap of skin against skin when he pulls out a little and slams back in is powerful — the sting burns, but you're not even able to open your mouth before he does it again, over and over, setting a rhythm so fucking fast with his cock into your cunt that you can barely handle it.

"hah — sh-shoyo!" you whine, voice pitchy and ragged, and the sound of it sends a thrill through him. "fuck, so much!"

he folds you back further, listening to the sounds coming out of your lips and urging himself to go faster, so the snap of his hips and the squelch of your already so messy cunt will fall in sync with them.

"beautiful," he inhales, swallowing thickly and bringing first one hand and then the other, back around your waist. "mmh- y'look so beautiful right now, baby. will look even prettier carrying my kids."

the sentence registers in your head only barely, with how hard he's fucking into you, using his grip on your waist to pull you back and forth to meet his hips and back — but a confused huh? still hops off your tongue.

"yeah," he giggles, leaning down, the panes of his chest grazing your bare stomach, slick with a layer of sweat. "t-take all my cum for me, baby — i'll fuck it into you. won't have to keep leaving you alone, if i tell them you're going to have my kids."

"shoyo, what—" you can't continue, because he lowers his torso onto yours completely then, pressing you further down with his weight as he latches his mouth around one of your tits.

still keeping up the speed of his thrusts, shoving in and out of your cunt with all the energy and force he can muster, he sucks your tit fervently, tongue circling around the perked bud of your nipple before he lets out a satisfied hum.

"baby, 'm close. gonna cum — you'll take it all for me, won't you? all of it?" he asks, hands tight around you and body heavy over yours so you're pinned under him, and you feel his cock twitch against your walls when you clench around him again.

his head meets your cervix once more, and all you can produce in answer is a shaky, fucked out moan.

he smiles with his mouth around your tit, and angles himself just a little higher so he hits the spot you like best.

"w-wanna hear you, sunshine — you'll take all my cum and carry our babies, won't you?" he asks, and with the next hard shove of his cock into you, you cry out and nod, eyes squeezed shut as you bask in the intensity he exudes as he laughs.

his breath hitches when he sucks in his next lungful of air, and you know he's about to fill you up — and you want to say more, but you can't.

he laughs again when he feels the band in his core snap, and he breathes out, shaky and hot, "have it, baby. that's my good girl."

cw: nasty smut, breeding, marathon sex.

Just imagining being cock drunk on tanjirou's girthy cock. Fat, swinging and thick piece stretching your pink gummy gummy walls out and carving the 'Kamado' family name into it.

He's fucking into you with your elbows locked in his grasp, ass smacking his weighty balls and tears making just as much a mess as your drooling pussy is.

Tanjirou with one knee up, kissing your squishy cervix with his deep purple mushroom tip. His robe is falling off his shoulders, his shaggy hair coming undone as the sex continues. The air reeks of fucking, but he won't let up. You have to continue the Kamado family line, and he won't see you for months on this next mission of his.

When he comes back you better be rubbing the underside of your bump, ready to greet him with fat milky tits, his dinner and a fat pregnant wife.

Need sukuna in racer au 😩

REWARDS FROM A RACER

a/n: more of smut than him being a racer …. im not opposed to doing a ‘how they met’ ngl

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“doll, c’mon, we don’t have much time till the race starts.” 

“i know, ’kuna! give me a minute, ’m just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.” you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles “heh, shaft” and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driver’s seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.

if anyone told you sukuna was someone who would’ve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen “king of curses” sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a ’66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses — a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.

but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. he wasn’t surprised to see kenjaku — another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with — laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the other’s face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.

it was the only race he ever lost.

“sometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when you’re with me,” sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, “fixing my engine like an obedient little girl.”

you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you can’t deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, “glad you’re self aware, ’kuna.”

“smart mouth you have there, hm?” sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. he’s always hard before a race, too. that you know, because it’s an emerging characteristic of his that you’re not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driver’s seat once the race is finished. he just can’t help the adrenaline, can’t he?

“guess i’ll just have to ruin you,” sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief you’re getting from grinding on him, “later.”

you scoff, feigning annoyance, “yeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.”

sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driver’s seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?”) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.

“oh god, he’s going to do that thing again right?” beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin that’s got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.

across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, “i’m gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!” and while you’re turned on at the prospect, you’re also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.

“do you really have to scream it every time?” you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye he’s used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.

sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, “they have to know how you scream every night.”

you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, “give ’em hell, baby.”

and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when he’s behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, it’s part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because he’s not on everyone’s good side.

with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.

“oi, you fuckin’ idiots dare touch my car and i swear i’ll fuck up yours.”

beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.

and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someone’s bothering you.

sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.

“that’s it, fuckkk yes.” sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, it’s really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. “suck like the dirty cockslut you are.”

“’kuna, mmfhh—!” your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.

sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.

“stick out your tongue f’me, doll,” he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (it’s so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. “fuck— i’m cumming.” sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. he’s not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure. 

“take all of it,” his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that he’s ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once it’s far enough.

“well? what’re you waiting for?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a i’m getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.

“s’kuna, f-fuck…” you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, “s’big, you’re so big!” he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him — because he can’t resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.

“i know i’m big, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy pap’s as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. there’s a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. “just a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?”

you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. “got so t-tight from me doing that,” sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand ’round your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.

“you love how i stretch you out?” he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.

“love it s’much, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit that’s been throbbing all night, “but i n-need you here, s’kuna…” and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows you’re getting tired and close, too.

so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, it’s infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, “daddy!”’s spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. “that’s it, a good little slut who’s taking daddy’s cock, fuck—”

“so warm, and tight,” within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but it’s the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because there’s just so much.

“love it when i breed my girl,” he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while you’re moaning softly at how he’s still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when he’s still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.

“love my sweet girl who can’t think of anything but getting fucked stupid.”

hey pookie hope you’re doing well 👻

can I req toji eating y/n out and she asks him to spit on it 🙇🏽‍♀️

i cried inside

💬: f! reader, f!receiving, he spanks your c!it 18+

toji‘s buried between your thighs— rough hands gripping alongside your legs to prevent you from squirming, but oh you couldn‘t help it. not when he was giving you the best toe-curling experience of your life. toji stared up at you with dark green eyes as his tongue practically slurped you clean, a long stripe to make you yank onto his hair. he‘s so messy to where he‘s happily nose deep, it‘s swiping against your nub and you have to lightly bite down on your bottom lip before whimpering loudly.

“f—fuck, toji…” you sniffled, cute fingers getting tangled into his messy obsidian-rooted locks. toji was so pussydrunk— his viridescent half-lidded eyes and lazy smile completely showed it.

he used a rough right hand to spread your thighs just a bit more— feeling your right leg cutely start to shake before you whine, “mfph—w—wait, toji.”

he looks up at you, pausing, and he carnally swipes his tongue against his dampened lips. undeniably attractive. “. . yes, darlin.’?”

you panted, having to catch your breath and it was adorable— toji blankly stared at you hands still gripped on your legs as his chin rested against your thigh, a seeming less dull pout forming on his lips as he waited for you to speak.

“. . i— u—um,” you stammered, suddenly growing nervous once he‘s staring you. toji always had such a stern, intimidating look on his face. “can you . . ?”

toji raises a brow. “spit it out, princess.”

you whine. “you’re not gonna do it, and you’re gonna think it‘s weird, toji.”

toji chuckles, abruptly rubbing a thumb against your folds to make you whimper. “princess, i promise i’m not gonna think it‘s weird. just tell me. besides, you interrupted me from my meal.”

you let off a short breath. “o-okay,” and for a few seconds you pause before nervously rubbing the back of your neck, staring down at your boyfriend that was directly between your legs. “can you maybe.. spit down on it?”

toji suddenly smirks, his dark thin eyebrows parting a bit at his change of expression, a lot more smug now. “. . oh,” and he lowly laughs. “baby, you know i‘d never say no to somethin’ like that,” and you moan— watching toji rub circles against your clit, it‘s growing a lot more of a quicker speed and you start to pant again. “want me to spit on this pretty pussy, then i‘ll do it jus’ for you.”

your chest heaves a bit— and just before he prepares himself, toji gives you a teasing pinch.

“eyes down here the entire time. i want you to watch me be messy for you.”

you felt a rapid pulse ring through your ears before nearly moaning from his thumb rubbing against your throbbing nub. “okay… t—toji…”

your eyes meet towards toji— and he gives you a single lick against your cunt before you watch him gather a decent amount of his saliva before he spat right on your pussy. the moment it hit against you, you moaned— and embarrassingly enough, you started to pulse excessively.

he watches it run down your slit slowly— rubbing the stubby pad of his thumb against it once more before licking his lips, only to lean in and give your sweet folds a good suck— cleaning his saliva right back up, making sure to not miss a drop.

“. . mhm princess . . ” he grunts lowly, his voice is raspy and low before you whine, feeling his spank your cunt lightly. you bite your lips— it was abrupt and new yet you wanted more, you couldn‘t stop throbbing. toji sees your needy expression before smirking.

“heh. y‘want me to do it again, don’t ya?”

Permanent Mark Masterlist • Gojo Satoru

When your lover’s past comes back to haunt you, how many times will he choose her over you? When nothing you give was enough to make him stay. Yet, you would still choose him. Everyday.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: tragedy, alcohol abuse, self-harm, self-destructive reader, smoking, physical violence, cheating, toxic relationships, manipulation…+

Taglist: Closed !!

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› Part I :Permanent Mark

› Part II : Down

› Part III : Fool

› Part IV : Loose Lips

› Part V : Fear

› Part VI : Mine

› Part VII :

› Part VIII :

› Part IX :

THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

Day 29. Incest

Pairing: dad!GojoSatoru x daughter!reader

Synopsis: Your dad meets your new boyfriend for the first time — who’s your daddy?

Warning: soft!Gojo, incest, daddy kink, nipple play, cunnilingus, dry humping, creampie, handjob

wc: + 1.5 k

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