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RIDING THEM hcs + small oneshot !

characters︙sukuna, toji, gojo!

together︙characters x afab! reader

hcc : 10 hcs each character, 1 oneshot each character.

warnings︙18+, cockwarming, p in v, chocking, breeding kink, slapping, dirty talk!, praise kink, tummy bulge, cervix fucking.

➴ﾞ︙sukuna ☆ cervix fucking, tummy bulge.

you can barely take his cock and he loves it!

you have to hold on his shoulders to keep balance

his hands grip your waist, helping you move up and down.

loves watch the way he splits you open every time.

your barely being able to think with the way his cock hits your cervix.

the pain and pressure driving you to keep your hips moving and grinding on him.

will rub your clit to make you cum harder and faster

only really cares for you to cum. doesn’t really need it.

on that note, he really likes loves watching you cum.

is fascinated with you!

“s-sukuna!” you whine as he moves you up and down on him. he was so fascinated by the way you took him so well. he watched as your pussy engulfed his fat cock with every push. “shh, baby. you’re taking my cock so well. i might have to get you something after,” he grinned moving his eyes up to your tummy where his cock made a big bulge.

➴ﾞ︙toji ☆ more cervix fucking, chocking, light slapping, breeding kink, cock warming.

he fills you too the top.

you can’t fully sit on him or you’ll literally start crying.

will hold your hips to keep you still while fucking up into you.

will wrap his hand around your throat and fuck you into you also

loves seeing you drool as your eyes roll to the back of your head

will talk to you in the middle of him fucking you silly and expect you to answer while your brain dead.

he’ll slap you lightly, asking for an answer. he won’t really get one.

is determined to make you cum so much you will be sore.

he loves fucking his cum deeper into you after cumming

will cockwarm you after if you want <3 loves the warmth of your cunt on him.

“too much’!” you push tojis chest as he watch’s himself part you. he chuckles at your whines, “baby. just a little more for me, ya?” you nod giving him the okay before helping you down more. you both gasp when your hips touch. his head was just violating your cervix but his hands were so tight on your waist you couldn’t move. “toji! it hurts!” you whine and he losses his grip letting you raise. ”sorry, baby,” he said before kissing you.

➴ﾞ︙gojo ☆ praise, breeding kink.

he’s a perfect fit.

adores your facial expressions when you fit down on him.

will hold your hands so you can keep your balance on him.

he’ll most definitely grin the whole time.

loves when you cum around him! it makes him wanna put a baby in you <3

will stop you mid way and just to sit you fully on his cock.

he likes watch you beg and whine for him to fuck you to push his ego up.

will slow down if your overstimulated. the rest won’t.

he’ll fuck up into you when you get tired.

wants to fill you up so bad.

“a-a-ahhh! fuck!” you moan out holding his hand tighter. “yes, baby. fuck, you’re so pretty,” he grinned watching your eye roll into the back of your hand, moaning flowing out of your mouth. your warm cunt fit so perfectly around him. he was bound to cum in you soon. you had came so many times already; throbbing, dripping— he was surprised he hadn’t came already.

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Like molten lava Toji’s lips felt pressed against your already warm skin, his weight pressed against your back caging you against the mattress.

His hands were planted around your hips, lifting them just inches away from the mattress to better arch your ass in the right position for him to hump his length inside of you.

With each thrust, his chin rests just in the dip of your shoulder, vocal. His gruff moans and muffled praise about how good you felt were all you could hear over the sound of your own.

Despite coming over three times, Toji seemed to always encourage you to accomplish higher numbers, at least lasting until the point of exhaustion.

All the man had was pent-up energy from years of distracting himself with work and being a single father for so long, providing for his family. 

So when you strutted into his life ready to jump his bones as the first woman to have sex with him since the birth of his son, you better believe Toji took the opportunity to fuck you into his king-sized mattress with open arms.

But that didn't mean that you still couldn’t complain as he fucked you until your legs trembled, your thighs were covered in dark hickeys, pussy was practically raw from the overstimulation and, god forbid, the heat. 

Sweating all over each other as the temperature from your friction seemed to warm up, turning the bedroom into a personal sauna.

Toji’s hips ground into your ass, the angle hit just the right spot that you had whimpering out his name like a prayer.

You felt cock dumb being spread out starch naked and having his weight press you down, his legs in between yours as he held you down in place.

He had disregarded the condom during the first round, and just that reminder had your head spinning.

Your nails fisted into the blankets for dear life as he trailed kisses along the back of your neck. His soothing kisses were soon replaced with teasing bite marks, making you jolt as another orgasm started to creep on both of you.

The feeling was dangerous, having Toji cum inside of you for the first time, all you could think about was him stuffing you full. The possibility of getting you pregnant seemed to be the clearest thought in his mind as he panted against your hips, rutting roughly.

His fingers wrap around your neck, lifting your face from the blankets and craning your neck just enough to catch you in a messy kiss. 

You hadn't given it much thought because you were too preoccupied with the sensation of his sudden deep thrust to breathe properly as his warm cum painted your insides white. 

The rest of his weight fell against you, and the spark you felt having him still inside you as he struggled to catch his own breath was indescribable. 

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⤷ mocha’s note; saw someone with this truck the other day and couldn’t get it out my head. i love men who drive nice ass vehicles. wanna be fucked in a pickup truck. *pouts*

“hi, mister! i was wondering if you’d let me wash your car for my college’s charity event.”

to be honest, tengen wasn’t oblivious to your clear intentions. you came knocking on his pristine white door with a cheery smile on your doll face as you swayed side to side in your revealing attire. he’s well aware it’s nearly seventy degrees out, but for you to be wearing high waisted black spandex that had the bottom of your ass hanging out, along with a tight strapped hot pink top that sat just at your ribs was kind of overdoing it. holding your bucket with a yellow sponge inside, bouncing on your tip toes in your black and white converses when you see how attractive the man is, thinking you definitely scored.

the twinkle in his eyes when he looked you up and down confirmed he had the same thoughts. he’s only in a robe, angelic silver hair cascading down his face. to be blunt, you interrupted a jack-off session he was having, the man smiling through the painfully hard erection he had, hoping it’s not too evident. there’s surely a bulge there. your nipples are perk, of course, not shielded by a bra. skin alluring and glistening under the sunlight. his multicolored painted fingernails clutching the door he holds open for you to come inside, glancing around his neighborhood to see if anyone was being nosey. this for sure looked like a skit from a porno. he’s wondering if the universe sent him a blessing or just teasing?

“so what’s the charity for?”

“ensuring the safety of teens and young adults when it comes to unprotected sex. basically pays for condoms, lube—”

tengen is barely listening as you further explain your agenda, mind drifting elsewhere, focused on the pillows of your strawberry glossed lips, knowing they taste sweet. you do this thing where you curve your lips to the side when you’re thinking so the dot in your cheek sinks in, creasing a dimple. your makeup is done but not too much considering the weather. falsies and fake freckles. big eyes fascinated by such a gorgeous, gorgeous man. almost too perfect. you wonder if he’s a model. he lives in a nice, big house in the suburbs. finances must be in tact.

“—plus it’s summer and cars should look good to pull some women, right? you look like you own a beauty.”

“a beauty for sure,” tengen rasps, his features growing dark and lustful. it’s dripping off his tongue like honey.

“can i see?” you bite your lips, your forearms hugging the side of your tits closer to make them even more appealing. the man pokes his cheek with his long fingers, feeling silly, your charm working.

tengen doesn’t know why this thought comes up, but when he’s leading you to the backyard with a high fence, grill, and umbrella table—and you’re beside him, dainty, soft, small compared to his figure—she looks really familiar is what he thinks, lingering on it. the 6’6 man grabs his keys hanging by the door to unlock the obsidian 2020 chevrolet silverado truck with red tow hooks, grinning as you swoon for the vehicle, cute gasps and squeals as you skip towards the truck to pull open the doors, obsessed with the interior. leather seats warm and rich. you’re bent over as you peak your head inside, tengen no better than any other man as he cocks his head to the side to get a better look at your ass. he practically chokes on his spit when he notices how fat your pussy is, eating up the material so depravedly it has him gulping and shifting where he stood.

“jesus, fuck,” his hands are clammy now. even if you were truly being innocent, he had to hold back. you were too young for him. too supple. too—innocent? the velvety softness of his tongue is salivating for you, wanting to drown in your cunt and drink it like water. you smell good, too. when you brushed past him he caught a whiff; like marshmallows and honeysuckle.

“she’s so fucking sexy,” you praise, caressing your hands over the seats, looking over your shoulder with a wicked upturn of your lips. tengen feels it now. and he’s ready to say fuck it. you weren’t here just for a car wash. it’s like pen on paper. “what’s her name?”

“veronica.”

you giggle. “can i ride her one day?”

a brow of his arches at your question, the batting of your lashes turning him aberrant. he’s really not liking who he’s becoming right now. losing self-control, respect for himself, respect for you. he doesn’t give a shit about a charity right now. all he knows is that he wants to use you, needs to fuck you, make you his girl. “you expect that i’ll let you come back?”

“i know you will,” now you’re standing inches apart now, rattling your bucket to knock him out of his daydreams. “hose? where?”

the stern clench in his jaw makes your clit jump, tengen opening his garage door to give you access to all his car necessities. he excused himself, taking a breather and battling with his desires as he curses his dick out when he’s slipping on basketball shorts and a white tank. tengen catches himself when he’s peering out his bedroom window to see you arching over his truck, shorts snug and shirt damp with water as you ring out the soapy sponge in your hands, giggling to yourself and tucking those plush lips when you get yourself a little too wet. your head knocks up and catches his gaze on you, biting your lips and winking.

fuck the wash. fuck the charity. fuck his morals.

to his unknown, your phone is perched up against the inside of his truck, snug in a corner between the seat and the door, peaking inside with your ass high and swaying, waiting for him to come back down. you got him. ‘course you did. not to toot your own horn or anything, but you’re very irresistible. your millions of subscribers on girlybimbos.net could vouch for you. you’re live streaming now, your lilac acrylic between your teeth as you twiddle your fingers gently to greet your money makers. slipping a tit out for a little tease.

“my neighbors coming back,” you giggle sweetly, the sound like heaven to the men who worship you, to the women who want to be you, or be with you. comment after comment. tip after tip. it makes you feel so happy. they get greedier, jealous even when they notice a pair of big hands snatching your ass back to mold against a rock hard cock, damp with precum and jumping with covetous need. you smile into your shoulder as you look back at him, his face reading everything his dick was telling you.

“this okay?” the man strains, avidly tugging at the band of your shorts, spotting a cute tramp stamp tat on your love handle, ‘brat’ is what it says, drawn inside of a pink heart.

“what do you think?” tengen groans as you shift your ass back, resting your cheek on your shoulder as you continue to rock back and forth, dipping your hips to create a photographic memory in his mind. you’re grateful for the step bar that’s on the side of the truck considering how much taller he is, your ass sitting at just the right angle for him to slide his dick inside. but before he does any of that, he’s molding the flesh of your ass in his hands, soft like dough as he sloppily mouths at your cheeks while spreading them apart.

your fists ball as you whimper from his scorching touch, feeling the vibration through his kisses. your shorts are to your knees now, back arched as you suck on your lips and scrunch up your face when he’s pulling your black thong to the side to catch your sluice clit with his tongue, gasping as he swats at your ass each time he licks your pussy, devours your essence and ruts his tongue on that cute little pearl as you grind back on his face with frenzy. he doesn’t lay on it longer, too fucking hard to be playing tease right now. tengen’s giving the back of your thighs open mouthed french kisses, your head all fuzzy. it’s a lucid drug.

“fuck, that’s somethin’ else,” he’s hissing, tongue quickly swirling over his bottom lip before his brows are connecting and he’s got his heavy cock in his rough palm now. it’s tempting. if he’s laying on his back it’ll rest on his tummy just at his belly button. protruding veins on either side leading up to his fat head, mushroom shaped and a pastel pink tone to it. width about the same as a graph ruler. perfection at its finest. that wet pat pat! at the entrance of your cunt he taps with the heavy head of his cock makes you squeal, the noise so cute. fuck—you’re too cute. he’s gotta make you his.

“use me, please,” your head is tilting side to side as if you’re drunk, feeling the warm air hit your pussy, soaked and convulsing for him. abandoned. craving to be sheltered. catered to. full. “fuck me, please, pl—”

“quiet,” quiet? that’s nearly foreign for you once he’s pushing his fat cockhead into your taut, little pussy, chipping his lip with his teeth as he takes his time to sink into you, observing how your pussy grips his cock and pulls him in, releasing control so easily.

“that’s really—shit, fuck—that’s—” swat! he smacks your ass again and follows it with a gentle thrust and a nasty fucking moan. your toes curl and your grip on the leather seats become harsher, trying to accommodate his barbaric size. “tight little thing.”

you mewl from his praise, breath hitching. it’s too much to take all at once. so, you crawl forward to give yourself a minute. “you’re so—fuckin’ big, mmph!”

he doesn’t allow that, kissing his teeth and tutting a gruff ‘unh uh, come back’, bending so his head pokes inside the black ice scented vehicle, pulling you back by your hair until you’re scooting your ass back out the frame of the door, tengen standing straight again. he works his way in, not a total asshole about it. rolling his waist to knock into you, making it easier. proud to see you finally taking it like the good girl he knows you can be. he has faith in you. it’s a fucking prize when his sharp abdomen’s kissing the globes of your ass, your soppy pussy coating his skin.

you shouldn’t cry, you shouldn’t be fucking crying at all, but the way he pistons his hips and fucks you hard, skin clapping roughly and subtle fingers scratching at the dip of his flexing ass—you can’t help it. feels so good. it’s making you dumb, melting under his vehement gropes and brutal pounds. one of tengen’s hands slaps on the hood of his truck, keeping the other wrapped around your hair in a fist and raising his leg to stay on the step bar, grunting, cussing like a sailor, throat drying. there’s no fucking way you should be this fucking addictive. he swears he’s losing his mind even more, your whimpers and squeaks like music to his ears. the visible stretch your pussy showcases as he glanced for another take.

the man is adamant, that’s for sure. tastes rarely changing when it came to his women, and how he liked to fuck them. his flamboyancy is what drew you in. so impeccably godly. you’re immobile when his buff body enters the vehicle, pinning his weight entirely on your back, heaving on your cheek. tengen’s got his long fingers in your mouth now, telling you to ‘gag on these’ while he’s rutting his cock in you like a ferocious animal. he’s suffocating you, but you fucking love it. love being trapped beneath him. love hearing his moans clearier in your ear as your eyes cross and you fall out, into space.

“m’fuckin’ cummin’, baby,” air catches in his throat, sitting up some to loom over your body. “can i cum in this pussy? yeah? fill you up real good?”

“want your cum,” you’re blabbering, clapping your ass up to meet each scabrous thrust, flesh bouncing like jelly, choking on your spit when his hot hand clasps onto the back of your neck and keeps you down, fucking his cock like you’re his toy. a special toy he’s been waiting for.

“shit—you’re so cute,” he grumbles, eyes squeezing tight, managing to chuckle through his endless streams of moans. “bouncing like a bunny. so needy. i make you that way?”

you can’t form a word, slobbering over his fingers and focused on only one thing, your high. tengen pulls his fingers out and grabs your chin, smearing your own spit as he pinches your cheeks, your eyes fighting to stay open. “unh? i make you that way, baby? so fuckin’ cock drunk you start fucking yourself on it? am i your toy?”

“y-yeah. yesss, fuck—” tears are leaking down your face, the pleasure so intensely overwhelming, his raspy voice in your ear coaxing you further.

he ups his chin. “you using me? for what, hmm? been wanting to cum real good? boys your age not treating your pussy right?”

it’s like he’s being cruel, edging himself on purpose until you’re at your peak with him, arms bulging as he balls his fists and plants it flat on the seats, lifting like he’s doing push ups and snapping his hips viciously. you scream, hiccuping stupidly as your legs separate and you’re spasming, slapping at the back of the drivers seat and shoving your face into the seats before you, your phone falling into a compartment on the side door, your fans only hearing the squeaky hot leather, sticky skin clashing, and both of your moans conjoining.

“answer me. don’t act shy now ‘cause your cunts full,” he seethes, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. a damn mess. the straps to your shirt slipping off, tits bouncing and falling out years ago. tongue stuck out as you pant like a dog and your eyes turn white like pinballs.

“they can’t fuck me like you do! c-can’t—ah!—can’t handle me like you. they’re too fucking stupid. never care about what i want. i-i need an older man who knows how to fuck me.”

he’s getting off on your cries, bawling his face up when that pit of fire encases his stomach. seconds away from painting your gummy walls with his cum. fuck, he’s so glad you came to his door today. never would’ve imagined he’d have such a mesmeric thing like you pinned under him right now. it’s a good thing you knocked when you did. his hand wasn’t enough, a mundane act he was sick of partaking.

“don’t worry, baby. i can fuck you like you want for as long as you need,” now his nose is flush against your cheek, chest on your back for the last time, grounding his dick and blocking your airflow with his wide hand that chokes you. you’re shaking like a leaf, barely able to breathe. “want you to cum on your toy. take his load for him, okay?”

that’s so new for you, being the first one to cum. it’s sad, truly. but no worries now. you finally found someone who’d care about pleasing a woman. who gets off on it. there was nothing greater than sexually satisfying a woman. it’s like fucking narcotics. those symphonies of yours crack as you come down hard, and the same time he sees you quietly orgasming while consistently clenching your cunt, his pulsating cocks shooting thick ropes of white in fast spurts. tengen’s jaw is agape, gasping and whimpering as he slides in and out of you with passion, relieved. days of sexual frustration gone out the window. he’s so weak on top of you, honestly would take a nap if he could.

your giggles wake him up, tengen rolling to his side so his back touches the seats, your hands covering your mouth, dazed. he kisses your forehead, leading his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss, tying tongues and smacking lips.

“i’m leaking,” you scoff a laugh, tengen looking down to see you raising your knees to your chest. “gonna clean me up or let me ruin your seats?”

he rolls his eyes playfully. “already ruined them. wet ass pussy.”

you squeal when he gives your pussy a slap, pushing his long silver hair away from his face and fixing himself up before leaving to get a clean, warm rag for you. while he’s distracted, you hastily search for your phone, finding it and flipping it around to see your stream still playing, the comments in uproar. some angry they couldn’t see the finale, some horny as fucking hell after hearing what happened, others happy to see your darling face again.

“bye guys. chat later. i’m so sore,” you pout, angling the camera to your cunt really fast to show them, teasing like you always do. you blow them a kiss before ending the live, looking over your phone to see him coming back to you. you spread your thighs which, by the way, still spasm. he chuckles at your body’s reaction, cleaning you up before kissing your inner thighs.

“can i still clean your truck?” you ask.

“um, you were serious?”

“duh. my schools counting on me, you know.”

“awesome,” he remarks, laughing after you roll your eyes and gather your shorts. tengen let’s you finish your job, making some homemade lemonade and baking a digiorno pizza to help restore both your energies. even though he just fucked you like a whore, he talked to you, caressed your face, and kissed you like you were the softest, most precious thing to him. it was nice.

once the sun set, and his truck was sparkly clean, you were standing in your original position on his front porch, leaving him. you still didn’t know each other’s names, not even bothering to ask, just staying in the moment.

“hey,” he grabs your wrist to catch you, looking back at him with curiosity. “what’s your name?”

you grin. “bb.”

bb? that also sounded familiar. now that he ponders on it, so does your voice, and your face, and that damn tattoo on your ass. tengen watches you skip away happily, humming a song and that’s when it hits him. he’s digging into his basketball shorts pocket to grab his phone, finding his bookmarks and scrolling for one in particular. pulling up an adult website where the name bunny bimbo flashes. a profile decorated in glitter, clouds, and all things pink. a small bio popping up with 69 videos, a new one recently uploaded. no title.

bunny bimbo. live ended 1 hour and 17 minutes ago. stunned to see the capture of his platinum hair and rainbow nails desperately grabbing your skin as the thumbnail. he snickers, awestruck by you.

anything for charity, right?

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# : *turns off notifications on tumblr and hides* i was not very happy w how this came out vs what i thought, smut under the cut

tags : fem!reader, unprotected, semi public - your family in the next room, breeding ish, nonconsensual watching? etc

a warm hand strokes down your back, coming down in hard but somewhat quiet slaps on your ass.

“shh now, don’t want your family to know what’s going on. right y/n?” he mocks, grunting and moaning next to your ear as if he is expecting you to be able to answer him. which you can’t do since as quickly as your panties came off he stuffed them into your mouth to keep your noises of pleasure down. not wanting your parents to notice and neither his two sons to notice, one which is your best friend since you were two kids.

having grown up with the rengoku family as next door neighbors and old family friends since your parents and shinjuro were young too.

shinjuro who couldn’t help but notice a few weeks back how much you’ve grown into the strong woman you have become - which is easy to see because of the way you carry yourself around, head up high as to not be looked down on by the older generations who are still not used to women being part of the higher up demon slayers.

but oh how easy it was to get you to crumble into a mess beneath him, one leg hiked up high on the kitchen counter and shirt hanging above your tits.

and the retired hashira can’t help but ogle over how they bounce so prettily when he thrusts into you extra hard.

“you’ve got such a pretty body, reacting so well to my touch.”

his warm and big hands move down to your bottom, spreading your ass apart to watch the way his cock slides in and out of your tight cunt so easily. your tight pussy painting his dick in a pretty white with your cum.

“look at that, what a sloppy little cunt.” his thrusts pick up their pace, going in harder but still somehow keeping quiet to not alert your families in the room next to the kitchen.

you reach behind you to wrap a hand around his wrist, still holding onto your ass, as if to keep yourself stable and not slip too much.

he can hear you try to say something but it only comes out as a muffled sound, considering you have your panties stuffed in your mouth.

“what? do i have to fuck you dumb to keep you quiet, huh?” as if to keep true to his plan shinjuro thrusts in and out of your slippery walls with extra power behind. getting as deep in you as he can, shinjuro wants you to feel the imprint of his thick and long cock in you for the next few days.

that every time you look over the edge separating your family homes and see him on the porch, your walls will tighten at the thought of how good he felt inside you.

he can feel your cunt tighten around him, clit pulsing under his touch as he brings you to the next orgasm as if it’s the easiest thing shinjuro’s done in his life.

you moan around your panties as you are pushed over the edge. your mind gone enough for you to not think that he actually can’t hear what you’re trying to say.

“mphm, !”

he chuckles lowly at you, “can’t hear what you’re sayin’ little one.”

his hand comes down in a couple spanks on your ass, watching how it moves with hungry eyes as he can also feel how you’ve tightened up around him.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” shinjuro moans.

“wan’ me to fill up your slutty pussy? hm, would look so pretty full with my cum.”

he groans, hips moving faster into you as his full balls tighten as his warm cum fills you up.

“g’nna keep on fillin’ you up, want to see you round with my seed.”

you can only moan and finally reach up to pull out your soaked underwear with shaky hands. throwing them down on the counter as you straighten up, groaning at both the feeling of his cum starting to slide out your swollen cunt and at how stiff your back has become from being bent over for so long.

“can we next time at least fuck somewhere else?” you ask.

and kyojuro stifles his breathy moan with a hand thrown over his mouth, cum spilling out over his hand he is stroking himself with to the sight of you getting wrecked by his dad.

a/n : i have a headache now but i’ll look through and add more to the warnings bye

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𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @dejwrites 𝘝𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘌𝘙𝘚.𝘊𝘖𝘔 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣.

⠀⠀⠀𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲!𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘅 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆!𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

⠀⠀⠀𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦?

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𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙐𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙀𝙓. 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥─𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭…𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤, 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵), 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬.. 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙢? 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘬? 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 2𝙠. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙤3 ♡ 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘋𝘕𝘐.

You never expected to find yourself in this position right now—something you had already thought of countless times. A noble vampire beneath you as you’re riding his dick while your blood is in a glass that he sips pleasurably. Crowley Eusford. The guilty pleasure that you can’t seem to get enough of. How did you get into this position? Long story short. You exchanged your blood—and pussy, to protect your friends from harm. From the moment he saw you, he became obsessed. The sweet scent of your blood trailed an aroma he had never smelled before. To him, you were unique. Although he retained a sense of calmness, Crowley made it no secret how badly he craved a human such as yourself. He just knew you would taste good. Your natural beauty was enough evidence. And now, as he sat comfortably, watching soft moans escape your pretty two-toned lips, he couldn’t be more pleased.

You bounced on his cock at a rhythmic pace as you gazed maliciously at those scarlet eyes. You hated vampires. You hated Crowley, but your pussy couldn’t go another day without being stuffed by his length. It didn’t help that he was quite handsome, too. How his pale skin flushed heat, eyes locking on you while you were above him. That sexy broad chest your hands rested on to balance. His red bangs stuck to his forehead, coated with beads of sweat. He was fucking hell. And although you felt guilty for your current actions, it would be a lie if you said you didn’t feel like you were on cloud nine. After many occasions of having sex, Crowley’s size was something you still had to adjust to. He was big. A little too big. However, you had no complaints while feeling his veiny dick imprint your insides.

The office was filled with sounds of your ass smacking against his skin. Your essences dripped between your thighs and his balls. Your pride refused to further allow him to hear your shrieks of ecstasy, so you nipped on your bottom lip to bite back your moans. He chuckled, thinking how stubborn you were being. Crowley knew you were enjoying this just as much as he was. How your wet pussy clenched his dick perfectly in hopes of chasing your release. The cream became thicker and thicker every time you dissolved yourself onto his length. Your pretty brown nipples harden from the cool air and the immense pleasure. Whether or not you wanted to admit it, you were fucked out your mind. You kept trying to convince yourself this was for the protection of your comrades, but somehow you found yourself on Crowley’s cock more often than usual. 

“I wonder what your comrades would think if they knew their precious teammate was being a little slut for a noble vampire?” 

You glared at him, still riding his dick. “F-Fuck you.”

“You already are, love. And you look so beautiful while doing so. This pussy—so wet and warm,” he breathes, taking a sip of your blood. “You taste so delectable. It’s almost hard for me to believe that you proposed both your blood and insides to me. It’s like I’m being spoiled.”

You glanced at the glass in Crowley’s hand, then averted your eyes back to him, rolling them in ecstasy. His free hand began exploring your curves, mesmerized by how the droplets of sweat caused your deep complexion to glow. Oh, how lucky he felt for having the top floor of Nagoya City Hall to himself so he could admire how the moonlight descended upon your skin. His hand finally found comfort on the peak of your breast, which you shivered from his cool touch. The calluses of his index finger and thumb grazed your nipples, squeezing in circular motions to further your arousal. An involuntary shriek slipped through your lips, causing him to smirk. Your back arched in pure bliss as you began sensually rolling your hips onto his. 

His favorite cockwarmer was gripping his dick with no intention of letting go. A string of curse words aired through his mouth, indicating his approval. You lolled your head back, which gave him the perfect access to savor your skin. It’s as if you felt his length deepen inside you from just him sitting up. Crowley’s tongue explored your neck until it found that lovely sweet spot that had your moans in a dulcet harmony. He carefully nipped at your flesh, ensuring not to get too greedy by latching his fangs into your skin. That alone had your breaths shaky. Crowley didn’t deserve to hear your sounds of pleasure. However, it was hard to hold back how his cock sank into your pussy. 

Your skin was sweet, like your blood, as he continued to take slow and hungry strokes. He began trailing up your neck with wet kisses until he reached your plush lips, grabbing your chin to place a sensual smooch. You returned the kiss, but in doing so, you kept your eyes open to glare down at him. He knew that you were. You always did this when he was stuffed inside you, but he didn’t care. In the end, Crowley continued to get what he desired—you. A few times a week, he would get a supply of your palatable blood and your succulent cunt drowning on his cock. As long as he got what he wanted, he didn’t give a fuck about how you looked at him. Despite that, you still had this intoxicating expression that made him want you even more. 

"You are so fucking sexy. Being such a good slut riding my cock like this," he cooed, causing your pussy to clench. "Hm, you like it when I talk to you like that, don't you? I feel that pussy hugging me. What is this? The third time you've cummed already? Go ahead. Cum for me again, [Y/N]."

“N-No—fuck,” you softy whimpered. 

"Haha, you can be stubborn all you want, but you know who this pussy belongs to. It was made for me. It fits so perfectly around me. Just admit that you're enjoying yourself, my sweet [Y/N]."

You shook your head, pressing your forehead onto his. “S-Shut up. S-Shut the—fuck—up.”

“And you sound so pretty whimpering on my cock like that,” he rasped, nipping your bottom lip. He continued to whisper honeyed praises as he felt your release approaching. “You’re doing so well taking me. I’m going to stuff this pretty pussy with all my hot cum, and I want to hear you beg for it.”

“N-No.”

“Beg, [Y/N].”

“…”

He lowered his voice to a lower octave, licking the curve of your ear.  “Beg, pretty girl.”

That was it. Crowley always knew how to get you there. At this moment, your body shattered into pieces. "Fuck. Fuck me, Crowley. Please fuck me harder. I—I want to feel that cum in my pussy.” 

"That's my girl." He chugged the remnant of your blood in the glass to latch onto your thick waist. Crowley took an unrelenting tempo as he pounded into your needy cunt. Your wetness being played with surfaced the air. You howled, repeatedly moaning his name until your breaths became lost in your throat. He pleasurably glided his tongue along his bottom lip from seeing how sweet you looked. Those full tits that bounced hastily every thrust he made. Your back arching in pure delight. The plush of your ass slapping his skin. How your pussy was being stirred by his cock, creating the perfect gushing sound. Fuck, it felt so damn good. You hate to admit it, but this vampire was fucking you so well. 

Crowley ruined you. He showed no mercy while working open those silk walls of yours. Every thrust he did, he ensured your cervix wasn't kept waiting. His lips ghosted over your ear, telling you how good your pussy feels and that you're his and his only. If you dare allow someone else to have you like this, he would simply rip their head off. Why did that turn you on? You couldn't explain it. The tighter your cunt wrapped around him, you knew you peaked at your release. He couldn't get over that ethereal pornographic expression on your face. Your brows knitted and lips slightly parted but no words aired through. You always look beautiful, yes. However, at this moment? To him? This was your most breathtaking state, and seeing you like this caused him to snap. 

That sense of calmness he had was now gone. Crowley abruptly lifted you, swiping off whatever bullshit on the desk to place you on your back. His pace became more brutal as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The heat on his face became evident, having an animalistic-like twinkle in his eyes. "It's too much," you whimpered, still being sensitive from your previous finish, but he kept going. Crowley nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, gliding his tongue along your skin to savor your taste. His hand fondled your nipple while the other began circling your clit, slamming into your pussy. The moan you let out was even foreign to you. Why was he fucking you like this? You were overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, but it felt amazing. You snaked your legs around his hips and continued to take him. 

"Crowley! Oh, God! F-Fuck, please. Please don't stop."

“Keep saying my name like that,” he growled. 

“Crowley, I—I think I’m about to cum again. W-Wait.”

He applied more pressure to your clit, fucking you harder until the desk creaked. "This pussy is mine, [Y/N]. I swear to you, if anyone has this access to you, I will kill them. Do you understand me?"

“O-Okay. It’s yours, Crowley. It’s yours,” you stammered.

"Good. Now, allow me to make my sweet girl cum once more before letting her go for the night." He kissed your lips sensually before leveling up his body to stare into your brown eyes to watch you cum. His hand at your nipple made its way to find comfort around your neck. The pressure Crowley applied was just enough so he could hear those pretty moans. Tears of ecstasy pricked your eyes as you felt another release coming. This one felt different. Your breaths were hitched, and your legs began to tremble. You were too fucked to even focus on the splashing sensation pooled between you. However, you returned to reality once you felt fangs penetrate your flesh and his hot cum milking your insides, causing you to arch in pure bliss once again. 

Maybe you were a masochist?

“Crowley,” you whimpered.

“So fucking good. Your blood is so intoxicating, [Y/N]. And this wet pussy is perfect—so tight—so warm.”

After painting your insides, Crowley relaxed his body onto yours, allowing his cock to warm up a bit longer in your pussy. Although he never sucked your blood directly from your neck before, it was something about tonight where he felt like he was caught in the heat of the moment. It's been almost days since Crowley last saw you, and his bloodsucking urgencies (and needy friend, of course) just needed some relief. He detached from your neck, lapping at the spot he bit to alleviate the pain. You shared a final moan once he pulled his cock out of you. Your pussy was coated with a mixture of your wetness and his seed. Crowley didn't want one drop wasting, so he swirled his finger in your wrecked cunt to spread it, causing a soft groan to escape your lips. 

You began putting back on your clothes to return to Shibuya after being gone for hours. Usually, you only spend an hour with Crowley, but it seems like you got carried away. How were you going to explain this to Guren? You didn't know. However, that's an issue you'll think about once it gets your attention. 

"It seems like I got carried away. I do apologize for biting your neck," he sneered.

You glared at him before walking out the door. “Fuck you.”

“You-”

“Don’t even fucking say it.”

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" he asked, but before receiving his answer, you slammed the door, which caused him to chuckle and whisper to himself, "Don't worry—you'll be back."

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. ♡

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 —@dejwrites@poohbea@captaindsina@getosubaru@tojissword@theehcneypot@nova-siims@gardenof-venus@unsatisfiedanddisappointed@pyschopotatomeme@caribbeanwifey19 @comatosebunny09 @blondmirah @animupiglett @pharaohanubis0

hii, i'm just so so happy about the fukuzawa nsfw content 🥵 could you make one where he's training a new fem employee in martial arts (like one of the matchs that kunikida mentioned once) but things end a wayyy hotter than expected?? maybe a bit (or a lot) of degradation plsss

🎠   character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🎠   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, explicit degradation, dominant themes, unprotected sex, daddy!fukuzawa, slapping 🐱 ?, this is very filthy fyi. 

🎠   author’s note: oh, oh ! yes i def can. i’d be happy to, i know this man has the biggest dick ever. i hope you enjoy it ;) and to possible other readers, i’m not joking when i say it’s filthy and degrading. so if you’re not into that it’s best to skip this one !

it was your profound ability and courage that earned you admittance into the agency. the president, fukuzawa, had recruited you himself in hopes of strengthening the agency. while you excelled in your ability your combat skills lacked; because of the president’s displeasure with your lack of skill, he trained you personally. nearly every day after work for hours the two of you would train in the basement of the agency. you couldn’t say you looked forward to the education fukuzawa offered but you could admit you enjoyed the attention he gave you during training. fukuzawa failed to give you any of his attention during working hours. he was barely in his office and even when he was he didn’t pay much attention to you in comparison to your fellow agents. you only assumed because of the training he was offering, he couldn’t play favorites.

it was night fall again and you stood in the basement in your training gear. usually you wore a fitted tank with a pair of tights but because of the yokohama heat, you opted for a sports bra and a pair of shorts. while you waited for fukuzawa you prepared yourself with a few stretches after a few minutes fukuzawa had finally made his appearance with a simple hello. with a final stretch you rose to your feet and greeted him. he hadn’t made a comment on your attire but his eyes fixated on you for a fleeting moment before he turned his head elsewhere. you didn’t read into it and continued with your training.

only minutes into your training you were already working up a sweat. you didn’t know if it was because it was one of those days or if fukuzawa was just being extra hard on you. he took your arm and twisted it behind your back, “have you learned nothing, y/n?” he said into your ear. frustrated with his disappointment you free yourself from his grip and turn the tables. with a misstep the two of you crashed onto the padded floor beneath you. now you hovered above fukuzawa’s body and the two of you were panting heavily. “why are you being so harsh on me?” you finally asked.

the two of you locked eyes and fukuzawa responded, “because i know you can do better.” you climb off the top of him and kneel at his side. “what kind of bullshit is that, director?” you snapped back. “i’m still a beginner and you went full force.” fukuzawa sat up straight and glared at you. “it’s not my fault that it isn’t clicking in your head, y/n.” he snapped back at you with an equal amount of frustration. you were annoyed --- exhausted, and the anger pent up inside of you caused your hand to raise. ready to place a slap across his face, fukuzawa’s quick to grab your wrist. he flipped you over he was now hovering above you.

with his grip still tight on your wrist the two of you locked eyes for longer than a few seconds. both of your expressions were filled with a mix of frustration and lust. the tension between you two during training was always left unspoken but the closeness you shared during his lessons were hard to go unnoticed. you often fantasized about fukuzawa having his way with you after practice. you’d be lying if you didn’t let those fantasizes penetrate your mind during lonely nights when the only thing keeping you company was a random sex toy and your fingers.

you swallowed and your cheeks flushed to express your shyness. fukuzawa clicked his tongue. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, y/n?” with whatever courage you had left in your stomach you looked at him and asked, “doing what exactly?” the grip he had on your wrist loosened he removed himself from above you and stood. afterwards you rose up from the training mat using your elbows. you also stood and looked up at the much taller man. “your outfit.” fukuzawa said.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s hot. i dressed according to that.” that was half true. you told yourself that to suppress your lewd thoughts. you wore that outfit with the intention to seduce fukuzawa or at least give him something to think about during a cold shower. “do you not like it?” you placed your arms behind your back and extended your chest outward. it was a sports bra but the padding had caused your breasts to push upward revealing your cleavage. you took a step closer to him noticing that his cheeks developed into a soft shade of pink. “you’re a terrible student.” fukuzawa remarked, you were quick to respond “maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

with the space between you laced shut it only took seconds for your lips to crash into his. quickly you noticed he’d taken the initiative. it was his lips that molded into yours, it was his hands that groped your hips, and finally it was his tongue that pierced through your lips to wrestle yours. you wanted to feel him, all of him. so you pressed your body closer towards his. you felt his growing length against your thigh eliciting a moan to fall between breaths.

“you were waiting for this weren’t you?” fukuzawa asked parting from your mouth. he went in for another kiss afterwards he added. “you purposely dressed like a fucking slut for me to fuck you, huh?” the language he used caused adrenaline to surge through your veins. so engulfed in lust you could only respond with a nod of your head. fukuzawa’s length was hardening against your inner thigh. you opened your legs wider in order to feel more of it. he chuckled, “is that how desperate you are to be fucked, what are you a fucking whore?”

he began littering kisses on your jawline, down your neck, and at the top of your breasts. his hands fondled both breasts before he tore the fabric down revealing them. the cold air breezed past your exposed chest the stimulation from that was enough but fukuzawa quickly latched his mouth against one of your nipples. he sucked, licked, and bit on your buds one at at a time until they were both fully erect. you were a moaning mess during his actions and you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. your throbbing clit was aching to be touched. you looked at fukuzawa with pleading eyes. “please,” you started. “i need you so bad.”

“how badly?” he asked. “tell me how much of a whore you are, tell me how badly you want daddy to fuck you.” his hand crept down your abdomen and fell down to your heat. with his index finger he placed pressure on your clothed clit. “better yet, tell me where you want daddy to fuck you.”

you closed your eyes and swallowed hard. your eagerness was obvious but his lewd talk made you shy. fukuzawa was quick to notice. “you were moaning like such a slut, y/n? you can’t answer my simple questions?” the index finger he had on your clit began to move in circles causing your knees to buckle. fukuzawa kept you steady with his arm hooked around your back.

you set aside your pride and with a deep breath you admitted your desires, “i want daddy to fuck me in my pussy. fuck me hard daddy, please. i’m begging.” with your hand you slapped his chest. you were eager to be transported in a state of ecstasy only fukuzawa could provide you.

“that’s a good girl. now lay on the floor and open your legs wide.” you do as he says almost immediately. fukuzawa chuckled at the site. “cute.” he remarked. the older man joined you on the floor and hovered above you much like he did before. your mind was racing, your deepest desires were finally coming true. you laid there in anticipation and because of how wet you felt, you knew you were capable of taking him all. he kissed you tenderly and sweetly he then removed your bra so you could lay comfortably. fukuzawa then removed your shorts and your panties alongside it. he adjusted your legs to open widely for him. he looked at your glistening wet pussy in awe.

“i barely touched you.” he snickered. his hand laid flat against your entrance. “it’s so wet, i don’t even need to put my fingers in it to know.” he was taunting you by stalling. “please fuck me fukuzawa.” you whined out. fukuzawa darted his eyes at you. the raised his hand and slapped your pussy. the action caused your knees to close and for you to cry out in pleasure. “i forgot how badly you wanted to fucked, whore. i guess you’re growing impatient.”

“i’m sorry daddy.” you pouted. fukuzawa simply clicked his tongue. you reopened your knees and he slapped your pussy once more, gently this time. “spread your pussy for me, princess.” your hands reached down and you did as instructed. he looked at your folds, “such a pretty pussy.” he remarked while placing his middle finger inside you. since you were so desperate for his touch the moan that left your lips was louder than the two of you had anticipated.

he hushed you while situating himself between your legs. “be quiet.” you watched him as he undid his yukata. underneath the fabric his muscular figure was revealed he then removed his briefs. after doing so his erect cock was revealed to you. it was larger than you thought it would be, it was throbbing and the tip was glistening with pre-cum; you moaned quietly at the sight. “you wouldn’t want people to hear you, now would you? unless ---” he grabbed both your legs and dragged you closer to him. you shrieked. fukuzawa took one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. he aligned himself against your entrance and you felt the tip of his cock against your folds. “--- you want everyone to hear your moans.”

with the last of his sentence he entered fully inside you. you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. fukuzawa also let out a grunt. “god, i bet you want everyone to hear you get fucked so good like the little whore you are.” he began to thrust in and out of you in a steady rhythm. “tell me princess, who does this pussy belong to?” you gulped and caught a breath of air in your lungs. “you! it belongs to you daddy!” your leg fell from his shoulder when he leaned in towards you for a kiss. you kissed him back with such haste.

the feeling of his cock inside you was euphoric. he stretched you out wide increasing the wetness in your pussy. his rhythmic thrusting was contagious and you raised your hips upward to feel every inch of him inside you. “you’re fucking me so good.” you praised him. fukuzawa moaned out it pleasure from your praise. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asked. you respond with a nod. fukuzawa grunted out a chuckle, “you play with your pussy when you think about me, huh?” fukuzawa took two of his fingers and pressed them against your clit. he began to rub against the sensitive bud with vigor. you choked out a moan you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“next time you touch yourself here, think of my fingers rubbing you. think of my cock thrust--thrusting into you.” much like his words his thrusting grew erratic. you began clenching around his cock which elicited a string of moans and expletives to leave fukuzawa’s mouth --- music to your ears. the knot growing in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter. your pussy was pulsating in pleasure. you were close and as was he. “f---fuck.” you whined. “i-- daddy. i’m close.” you admitted

“i know princess, i know. just --- fuck! ---” he moaned into your mouth before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. his thrusting grew faster and faster. the knot in your stomach finally tore. when you reached your climax your eyes rolled and your legs kicked out from underneath you. feeling as if you reached your peak, you moaned again when you felt his cum inside of you. fukuzawa lowered his frame on top of you. his chest heaved in and out as did yours. the two of you laid there before fukuzawa lifted himself up weakly. he wiped away the bead of sweat from your forehead alongside the strands of hair from your face. he placed a softer kiss on your lips. you were fulfilled, exhausted. his cock softened inside of you but before he could remove himself your hands gripped his waist.

“no, i like the feeling.” you whined.

“because you’re a cumslut?” you teased with another kiss.

“your cumslut.” you corrected with a chuckle.

“so does that mean round two?” fukuzawa asked excitedly. to which you agreed.  

Toji would definitely do this

and THIS!!

can we talk about them 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️