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HANDS ON THE CAR ! WITH TOJI FUSHIGURO

♕ | 𝐂𝐖/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: Explicit content. NSFW. Policeman Toji. Semi-public nudity. Age gap (reader is 22). Gojo mentioned once. Sukuna cameo (just in the final scene). Mean Toji. Shameless reader. Brat reader. Brat tamer Toji. Fingering. Oral sex (Toji receiving). Degradation. Size kink.

♕ | 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄(𝐒): Midnight shifts are Toji’s worst nightmare. Four hours in and he can’t wait to go home and drink the day away. That is until he stops a young, feisty woman speed running on the street. Suddenly his night has gotten ten times more interesting.

“Oh come on, are you kidding me?” You groan out loud when the siren of the police car goes off, signaling for you to stop.

Huffing out loud, you watch the cop get out of the car in your rear-view mirror. His steps are slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world while you couldn’t wait to get this over with.

You fix your skimpy red dress as he walks over, adjusting your cleavage and pulling down the piece of clothing as much as possible.

“Goodnight, ma’am. Do you know why I stopped you?” The police asks after you roll the window down, his tone bored and working on autopilot.

You smile innocently and say, “No, sir.”

“So you’re telling me you didn’t know you exceeded the speed limit by 20?” He retorts. “License and registration please.”

“Look, I wasn’t driving that fast and there aren’t even any cars this late. Are you sure you can’t let me go with a warning just this once?” You pout, batting your lashes sweetly at him.

“License and registration ma’am.” He repeats, clearly not interested in your little act.

“You cops are all the same.” You mumble, reaching for your purse in the backseat.

“Step out of the car.” The police sighs, putting his pen and notepad away.

“What?” He doesn’t answer, he just takes a step back and waits for you to get out.

“This is such a waste of time. Some of us have somewhere to be.” You complain as you get out of the car, unaware of how you accidentally flash your underwear to the cop during your haste. Toji looks away a second too late.

“Ma’am, it is four in the morning and you’re not the first person I have stopped tonight. It’s always the same excuse. I don’t care if you have somewhere to be. You’re lucky you’re only getting a ticket and not arrested for your misconduct.”

As he babbles on, you carefully take him in. Fushiguro, that’s what his name plate read.

Fuck, he’s hot.

His mouth was on a tightline, and he was furrowing his eyebrows. That faint scar on the corner of his lips did nothing but push you over the edge of attraction.

You bite your lower lip as you make a dangerous but thrilling decision. That party sounded boring anyway, playing with an officer was more fun.

“Misconduct? It’s not like I was lying or anything. It’s common knowledge that policemen are stuck up.” You shrug, looking at your nails unbothered.

Toji clenches his jaw, clearly not in the mood to deal with an entitled brat.

“Look, young lady. I don’t know what kind of cops you usually encounter but I don’t tolerate this kind of behavior.” His tone was calm, but it was a façade. He was close to losing his patience.

“And what are you gonna do ‘bout it… officer Fushiguro?” You were getting off on pushing his buttons. The veins in his hands became more prominent the harder he tightened his fists.

Taking a step closer, he cages you against the door, leaving your body trapped inside his strong arms when he rests them on the top of your car. You had to crane your neck to maintain eye contact and you could feel the heat coming from his taut body, all that annoyance bubbling up inside waiting to explode.

“Someone ought to teach you some manners.” He forcefully replies, his mind now awfully aware of the closeness. His eyes drop for a second and he catches a glimpse of your pink nipples peeking out from that piece of fabric that you could hardly call a dress.

You smelled like roses and bergamot, a fruity scent that was clearly clouding his judgement if he was getting aroused by someone who seemed twenty years younger than him.

Slowly, you open your legs, giving Toji the green light if he decided to sneak up a hand where you were aching the most.

Your breathing was labored, and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at his lips, imagining the taste of them and how he seemed like the type of man who loved to bite, mark and bruise them.

“Yeah, maybe.” You manage to answer, too caught up on the way he was getting closer and closer. It seemed like Toji himself wasn’t aware of how one of his legs wound up in the middle of yours.

After a beat of silence, Toji says, “Then I guess today is your lucky day. Hands on your car.” Suddenly you feel cold from the distance he puts between your bodies. Turning around, you place your hands next to where his were just a few seconds ago.

You try to look at him, but he forces your head forward by grabbing your neck from behind. Being manhandled by a man like this, especially a stranger, should’ve set your alarms off or at least made you uncomfortable, but it only turned you on.

“Eyes front, sweetheart.” He chastises. Cutting the distance again, he puts his free hand on your hip and bends you over slightly. Your dress rides up your ass from the movement, giving him a clear view of your purple thong.

“Y’know, this whole time I’ve been wondering what’s a girl like you doing outside so late, wearing a filthy dress like this.” Toji’s hand moves slowly to one of your ass cheeks and caresses it gently. When you don’t answer, he gives it a firm slap.

You squeal, surprised by the contact. “Answer me.”

“I was going to a party.” You reply, your breath quickening as he continues to massage the spot he just smacked.

“Hmm.” Is all he says. The hand on your neck moves down and he pulls one of the dress strings down your shoulder, your tit bouncing out from its loose confinement. Your nipple hardens from the cold night and Toji tuts.

“A party huh. Let me guess, you were hoping to get laid?”

“N-no.” Liar. You were hoping to get fucked.

These weeks had been so stressful due to your midterms that not even your favorite vibrator could relieve all that pent-up frustration. You had texted one of your fuck buddies on your way to the party and you were so eager to get there that you thought speeding just this time wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Of course, you didn’t know a cop like Toji was roaming around and you got caught. You weren’t complaining though, you’d take this over a regular fuck with Gojo.

Another smack snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Don’t lie to me, girl. Nobody shows up at a party without wearing underwear if not to get lucky.”

Toji had now pulled your dress over your waist and removed the other string. His hand was toying with your nipples whilst the other was still kneading your round ass.

“I am wearing underwear.” You argue back. Toji chuckles darkly and you grip the car harder, waiting for another blow. But nothing could’ve prepared you for what was next.

Kicking your legs further apart, Toji rips your thong. The sound of the fabric makes you whine out loud and the cool breeze was now grazing your bare pussy.

“You call this underwear?” He dangles your torn thong mockingly in front of your face. Even with the little light from the lamppost and the headlights from the police car you could see the moisture in the middle of the underwear.

Under any other circumstances you would’ve died of embarrassment, but you were so far gone that you didn’t care.

“Fuck, you’re shaved too?” He mocks, although internally he could feel himself getting harder. He was sure precum was leaking inside his boxers and his cock was aching to get inside your sweet pussy. He tucks your underwear in his back pocket, keeping it as a souvenir.

When was the last time he had fooled around with a woman? A year? Maybe a year and a half? He was aging by the day and his feuds with criminals were the only thing keeping him from spiraling out of control. His right hand was no longer doing it for him, and he’s been on an unplanned celibacy for three months now.

He didn’t know just how bad he needed to touch a woman until now, and apparently his dick was eager to get this party started.

You grind yourself against his thick thigh, itching to get a feel of him.

“W-what’s that?” You stop for a second when you feel a hard and rigid object, your legs shaking from need.

“My gun.” Toji replies simply, his eyes fixed on your pussy gliding all over his now ruined uniform. A few seconds later, you resume your grinding, now harder. “Fuck, look at you. You’re like a bitch in heat.”

You whine out loud at his mean comment. It almost felt like you could no longer control your actions or your mouth.

“Show me your gun.” Toji scoffs and stills your movements. “W-what? Why’d you stop?”

“You wanna see my gun?” He asks and you nod, “Yeah? You wanna see it?” He asks again and you nod more enthusiastically. Toji moves his face closer to your nape until his lips graze your ear and whispers, “Then you’re gonna have to earn it.”

And with that, he forces your back to meet his hard chest. His hand moves back to your neck and squeezes it slightly. Your breath hitches and the small of your back touches another big, hard bulge. This time you knew it was his cock, not a gun.

You reach behind you and stroke his dick through his pants, making him hiss. God, he missed this feeling. Toji leaves small bites on your neck, licking and nibbling your sensitive skin.

Toji couldn’t resist anymore, and he moves his free hand south to where you were dripping wet. His fingers rub your clit confidently and a shiver runs up your spine.

Finally someone who knew where to touch.

“Bet you always wanted to be touched by a stranger like this, out in the open, where anyone can see you moaning like a slut. Tell me, was this your plan all along? To rile me up so you can get fucked?” You nod fast, your hips following his movements.

You were so wet that Toji slipped two thick fingers inside of you oh, so easily. He curved them and when he hit the spot, you cry out loud. “Fuck, right there, yes.” You could swear that if your eyes weren’t screw shut, you’d be seeing stars.

Toji hits that spot again and again and again.

In the stillness of the night, the only sounds breaking the silence were your moans and the slick sound of his fingers pumping inside you. Toji picks up the speed and by now you were just riding his fingers. His thumb gave your clit the perfect amount of pressure.

“I-I’m so close. Please don’t stop, please!” You beg, one of your hands gripping Toji’s bulky forearm, preventing him from stopping or moving.

As if that could ever happen.

“You wanna cum?” Toji couldn’t help but taunt you. You just looked so pretty, with your rosy cheeks, sweat coating your forehead, your bruised lips and fuck, your tits bouncing up and down while you were riding his fingers was a sight he’d never forget.

He wished he could freeze this moment forever.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. Maybe he could after all.

“I’m cumming!” You feel your knees give up on you and if Toji was a gentleman, he would’ve helped you but instead, he lets you fall down. You’re so into the moment that you don’t notice the bright flash.

Your body turns into mush, and you sit there on the cold, dirty street while your pussy clenches on nothing. Your dress was bunched on your waist and if your thighs were a mess before, now they were soaked in your own cum.

After catching your breath, you come back down to earth.

The streets, officer Fushiguro, his hands on you and the best orgasm of your life.

You tiredly glance at Toji who is standing above you resembling a sex monster. He was smirking at his phone and with the little energy you had left, you ask, “What’s so funny?”

Toji shifts his attention to you and after thinking it over, he shows you the screen.

There you were, mouth agape, perfect tits and ass against his crotch, make-up ruined and mascara running down your face. The picture captured his fingers pummeling your pussy and your hands holding onto him for dear life. It was so perfect that he was considering framing it so he could use it for his own selfish purposes.

You, on the other hand, felt yourself growing needy again. What was it about this man that drove you so crazy? Maybe it was his experience, his face, his confidence? He was the perfect cocktail every woman orders when they want to get fucked. You couldn’t stop looking at yourself. You felt oddly powerful because that meant Toji liked you so much that he felt the need to take a picture of you in that state.

“You wanna know what I think when I look at you?” He waits for an answer, but you just shake your head. “That I wanna make you my own personal fucktoy.”

You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off, “But you’re just too… young, fragile. You ride my fingers like a champ but that doesn’t mean you have what it takes to please me.”

Was he serious?, you thought to yourself. He had a picture of you drunk on his fingers and he still had the nerve to challenge you like that?

Oh, you were going to prove him wrong.

“And you know what I think?” You taunt, getting up on wobbly legs. You adjust your dress back in place, covering those heavenly tits and that pretty pussy. Despite the dryness on your throat, you still manage to put on your best seductive voice. “I think you’re the one who can’t handle me, old man.”

Toji raises an eyebrow, unsure if you were really challenging him or if you were just stupid. He had the best stamina compared to anyone and he knew just how hot he was. He wasn’t going to let a dumb girl tell him otherwise.

“I’m sure back in your days you were a lady killer but now…” Taking a step closer to him, you rest your hands flat on his chest. You could feel his heart beat rhythmically, not a sign of nervousness on his face but his hands clenching into fists was the indication you needed to know you were getting under his skin again. “Now you’re just an old man who has nice hands but a defective dick.” And with that, you push him with all your strength left.

Toji stumbles a step back, taken out of stupor.

What the fuck? Was this brat asking for a punishment? Old man? He was Toji fucking Fushiguro, not an old grandpa with an erectile dysfunction.

“I guess you won’t be writing me a ticket anymore, since you got a taste of my pussy and I could easily sue you for taking advantage of a young lady like me.” You wink at him, your lips forming a naughty smile that he was going to wipe off your face. Even if it killed him to do so.

You open the door but before you can even take a step inside, Toji grabs your wrist, and he pushes himself onto the driver’s seat and adjusts the seat all the way back. In an instant, he pulls you inside and forces you on your knees.

“You think I’m old, huh? That I don’t know how to satisfy you?” Suddenly, you feel small under his scrutiny. He was obviously pissed but so were you. Sure, you were young, but you had enough experience to take him.

Toji gathers your hair in a ponytail and nudges your face against his crotch. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Now take it out.” With shaky hands, you start unzipping his pants. “There you go, nice and slow, baby.”

There was a huge wet spot on his boxers. You thought that maybe he came inside his pants like a teenager and wanted to mock him for it, but you knew Toji was better than that. His cock was hard as a rock, and you felt your mouth dry up.

“C’mon now, take it out and stroke it.” You did as he ordered.

He almost let out a loud groan when he felt your delicate fingers on him. Finally, after so many agonizing nights of jerking himself off, he felt your small hands stroking him so, so good. They were so different from his that he didn’t know how he could go back to his old habits after feeling your touch.

“You wanna get your throat fucked raw?” He rasps, entranced by the sight of you jerking him off.

Tearing your gaze from his cock, you look at him and say, “Yes, please.”

“Good girl, c’mere. Let’s get it nice and wet, yeah?”

The precum on his dick could rival your own wetness. Your hands glided smoothly over his veiny ridges. His tip was red and each time you stroke the foreskin up, your clit throbbed with need.

He juts his chin out to signal you to put it in your mouth and when he feels the warmth wrapping around his tip, all sanity leaves his mind. He tries his best to let you get adjusted and go slowly, but the more he watches you struggle to fit him in, the less he can hold back.

“You’re doing so good. Figured a smart mouth like yours was made to suck cock.”

Your watery eyes glance up at him and after swirling your tongue against the underside of his tip, you pop his cock out and say, “Not just cock, your cock.”

Before Toji can respond, you’re back at it, this time faster and with more enthusiasm.

His last bit of patience is snapped in half when you say that and without letting you take a breather, he fucks your throat raw, as he promised.

Saliva decorates the corner of your mouth and the lewd sounds of his cock choking you fill your empty car. Tears stream down your cheeks but you don’t stop. You decided then that death by cock wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“This is how you suck your friends’ cocks? Too bad those losers ain’t gonna get anywhere near your mouth anymore.” After tasting your pussy and your mouth, there was no way that he’d let anyone have you.

“You wanna milk me dry, don’t you baby? You gonna suck all the cum out of me?” His orgasm was close and whether you liked it or not, he was going to come down your throat and watch you swallow it all.

“That’s it, make me cum. Fuuuck.” Toji groans out loud. He had forgotten just how powerful orgasms could be. His eyes roll to the back of his skull and even after he finishes coming, he makes you suck his dick until he’s dry.

His cum filled your mouth and with his cock in your mouth, you had no choice but to gulp it all down. Some of it spilled on the corners but Toji was going to take care of that. Not a single drop was going to be wasted.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” He rasps out, his mind hazy and his balls empty of cum. You nod and pop off his dick.

Gripping the base, Toji cleans your mouth with the tip and smirks when you open your mouth. He slaps his meaty cock on your tongue and makes you take him all the way down one last time.

“Guess you’re not so bad after all.” You smile at his comment.

Just as you were getting up, a flashlight blinds you both. Unfortunately this time it wasn’t Toji’s phone. A second later, a pink-haired officer appears.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Uh oh, someone was in trouble.

Thank you for reading !

© written by @remnightdreams. Do not copy or translate.

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this killed me thank you for the support!!!

you knew toji wasn’t a good person. he was cocky, apathetic, and sometimes just downright rude. it’s a good thing you weren’t dating him; he sounds like an absolute nightmare to be in a relationship with.

although you weren’t the (un)lucky girl, that sure didn’t mean someone else wasn’t.

while toji was all of the things listed above, the one thing that kept you coming back was how much he was a good fuck. you didn’t think anyone could pull out multiple orgasms from you like toji did. you two had an agreement, he’d call you when he wanted to fuck, and you’d be there.

it was just the issue of toji’s girlfriend.

no, toji wouldn’t exactly call her his girlfriend… she’s just another girl he was fucking the same time as you and let her believe they’d be something serious. toji didn’t want anything serious with anyone— you included. you didn’t mind, though. you got your dick and was happy about it. why try to complicate things by making it official?

tonight was like any other night in particular, toji had told you to come over and you practically threw on your clothes to get to his place. the night was continuing as usual, with him having your face pushed into the mattress as he took you from behind. your moans sounded downright whorish, according to him.

his phone started to buzz and you half expected him to decline the call until—

‘hello?’ he picked up the fucking phone?!

toji’s “girlfriend” was on the other end, berating him for missing a date he had supposedly planned. that didn’t even sound like something he was capable of.

‘i’m sorry ma, i’ll make it up to you. i promise. i’ll talk to you later.’

‘no toji, you do this every fucking time and i feel like you don’t care—‘

it shouldn’t have turned you on that toji had the poor girl on speaker, the sounds of your moans and skin clapping skin being drowned out by the deep timbre of his voice.

‘baby, i do care. i just got a lot on my mind right now.’

‘i really want this to work, toji. i like you so much but i feel like we found each other at the wrong time..’

you had to bite the pillow in order to keep yourself from crying out, toji’s balls slapping your clit as he increased his pace.

‘nah, we found each other at the perfect time. i’ll call or text you tomorrow, okay doll?’

‘okay,’ stupid girl. ‘be safe at work okay? bye.’

‘bye.’ toji tossed the phone on the bed, chuckling to himself as he felt you clench around him with each thrust.

‘she’s so fucking stupid, isn’t she mama? should we call her back and have her listen to this?’

your cock drunk self could hardly reply, whimpers and choked sobs escaping your mouth as you chanted yesyesyes over and over.

‘you don’t give a fuck if i fuck other girls, right?’

toji releases his hold on your waist to watch you desperately fuck yourself back on his cock, moaning as you felt the crack of his hand hitting your ass. you knew you were nothing more to him than a body, and one day you too could be like that poor girl on the phone.

might as well have fun while you could.

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UM HELLO GUYS!! tysm for the love on the choso post hehe PART 2 COMING SOON! in the meantime please have this <3 hope you enjoy beanie out

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your boyfriend satoru meant the absolute world to you. he was sweet, always spoiled you, and not to mention a huge fucking nerd.

you’ve always found yourself attracted to the introverted types that looked like they have never even spoken to a girl, and that was your man. the first night you met you let him speak to you about his favorite digivolutions for what seemed like two hours. he was a total social pariah, but you found that endearing about him. no one ever understood how satoru was able to bag a fine girl like you, but there was a secret the both of you kept from everyone else.

satoru was obsessed with porn, and he wanted to try everything he learned on you.

it didn’t help that satoru was also a bit of an attention whore at the same time, his twitter account having amassed hundreds of thousands of followers from the content he posted on there. at first he started by just reposting porn he found on the timeline, and before you two became a thing he tweeted the filthiest things he wanted to do to and with his future girlfriend. how lucky he was to have you fall in his lap soon after that! you instilled a confidence in him that he didn’t have before meeting you, and once you learned about his twitter you actually encouraged him to post more. aren’t you such an angel?

sex with satoru was always exciting. he knew how to switch things up in the bedroom, all thanks to his “gooner” fanbase, he likes to call them. he had to practically beg you to start filming whenever you two fucked, and how could you say no when he was whining your name so desperately like that? to satoru, fucking you was like breathing in air—he had to do it or he’d die. you couldn’t even worry about his phone recording the two of you, you were all too focused on the crown of white hair that was now nestled in between your legs.

satoru was obsessed with eating you out. he told you one of his favorite categories of porn to watch was men eating pussy, and he wanted to show you what he learned. this man had your legs folded up to your chest as he devoured you, his tongue lapping up your juices while trying not to lose himself too soon. “taste s’good baby..” he moans, chuckling to himself as you fight to squirm away from his hold. sometimes his glasses would slide down too much and he’d just throw them somewhere, which he always ended up regretting later. “you’re not going anywhere,” he warns once he comes up for air, spitting directly on to your pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. he got so messy with it, too. spreading his saliva all over your inner thighs as he made out with your lips, gently tugging them between his teeth. he could spend the whole day kissing every crevice of your body. well, almost the entire day. he still had to play digimon. 

and there’s nothing more that satoru wants than for you to cum on his tongue. after all the work he put in to make you see stars, why would he let the bedsheets get rewarded for all his hard work? he needs to literally be shoved off your pussy to get him to stop, which gets you met with his pouty lips and petulant stare. 

remember how you forgot that he was recording? right, now he’s showing you the video while already thinking of the caption he’d post along with it to his twitter account. of course you two went viral, being shared and reloaded by hundreds of porn accounts on the site. since then, your pervy boyfriend’s been asking you to record more of your intimate moments. 

you’re no better than him, though. you keep saying yes.

can you BELIEVE it guys 2 posts in one weekend i'm really hitting my stride.. anyways to that one anon who wanted me to make porn!addicted jjk to a series YOU WIN.. until i get another idea to write for .. also should i make a taglist idk how to go about that but anyway i got work soon beanie out xoxo

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a sweet valentine's with shiu kong

shiu kong x afab reader. yes it's been a month since valentine's day, leave me alone! do you want the fic or not?! wc: 2k. proofread? nah. reader gets fingered in the backseat of shiu's car and LOVES IT. yuki tsukumo is the best wingwoman ever. thank you to my pookie for being my beta reader ily

sogaeting, a term you were unfamiliar with until about a few weeks ago. it was a korean word, meaning something equivalent to “blind date”, your coworker had told you. it had been a few weeks since you were transferred to the seoul office from tokyo, and your office had made it their mission to set you up with someone the minute they found out you were single. well, it was mainly your one coworker yuki, who also came from your office three months prior. she was just so likeable by the office that everyone seemed to support her antics, much to your displeasure. yuki had known you long enough to know that you were single for a while, she honestly didn’t even know if she’s ever seen you talk about a date in the 3 years you’ve been at the company. for reasons you could absolutely not wrap your head around to understand, yuki had taken it upon herself to fix your quiet love life. however if anyone had asked her what her plan was, she’d keep it simple.

you needed to get laid.

because you were close friends with yuki, and because you worked with her so there was no way to avoid her on lunch, you resigned yourself to listening to her “master plan” to get you a date on valentine’s day. “no but seriously, listen.” she pauses for a moment, some lettuce had gotten in her teeth, before continuing. “i think this could be good for you! i mean, you only go to work and go home. what’s one date going to do?” you roll your eyes. you had thought you were doing a pretty good job at being the single friend. you liked your alone time, you could stay out as long as you wanted without care, and you even made enough to take your friends out for a nice dinner every now and then. yes, your eyes did linger too long when you noticed yuki swipe gochujang paste off choso’s lips with her finger, or when you could hear gojo giggle on the phone to his lover in his cubicle when he thinks he’s being quiet. okay, maybe you didn’t necessarily enjoy being single all the time, and the exasperated look on yuki’s face all but confirmed your suspicion.

“c’mon, at least hear me out. one date, just one! and if you hate it, you don’t have to listen to my yammering about you being an old maid. sorry, wrong word choice. but he’s a workaholic like you! i think you’d like him.” if it weren’t for the exaggerated way yuki was wiggling her brows, you might have been a bit more interested in going on the date. truth be told, you were a little nervous going on a blind date, all too spoiled with the convenience of swiping a finger on your phone. but this was yuki, your longtime coworker, a friend, even. she wouldn’t sabotage you like that. right??  “could i know something about him at least? like, what he does for work, or whatever?”

when the night came, you found yourself staring at your appearance longer than you would have liked. had it really been that long? truth be told, yuki was right, you hadn’t really been focused on dating since accepting a job at this company. three years and a move later, you found yourself on valentine’s day obsessing over your appearance for the nth time before a blind date. the hell was yuki thinking, setting you up for this, you grumbled, fully forgetting you had agreed to meet shiu tonight. oh yes, shiu. yuki had forbid you from looking up any information about him prior to the date, claiming you would have an unfair advantage over him. she had sent you the address to this french place in apgujeong, claiming that the restaurant was his choice. when you checked the menu on the way there, you felt your eye twitch as bile rose in your throat. none of the dishes you could even attempt to pronounce, and the amount of commas in the prices threatened to make your heart stop. you didn’t even have the opportunity to turn back if you wanted, somehow your feet carried you off the train, down the street, and you were now scaring the poor hostess with your shell shocked expression. pull yourself together, yuki’s voice rang in your ears. great, she had now infiltrated your subconscious.

“i–i have a 9 o’clock reservation? for two.” your voice squeaked out, and the hostess seemed relieved that you could actually speak. with a tight-lipped smile and a slight nod of her head to follow her, you trailed behind her into the dimly lit restaurant. the soft murmurs of conversation mixed with the clinks of forks and classical music as she led you to your table. you felt your breath catch in your throat as your date was already sitting down. with a sly grin, he stood up to shake your hand. his grip was firm, but not tight, and his hands were surprisingly smooth. he smelled slightly of cologne and cigars, and yet you didn’t seem to mind. his short hair was styled neatly on top of his head, a slight side part with a few pieces spiked upwards. his sharp eyes held your attention for long you almost didn't notice his mustache that let your eyes stray downwards to his lips. jesus, he hasn’t even spoken yet and you’re already ogling.

“you must be yuki’s friend, it’s nice to meet you. the name’s shiu kong. thank you for coming tonight. i hope this isn’t too forward but,” he pauses to hand you a bag he had hidden under the table. “happy valentine’s day. i hope i can make tonight worth your time.” looking into the bag, you had to pinch yourself to keep your eyes from giving away your reaction. inside of the bag rest an arrangement of red roses with hints of baby’s breath, absolutely stunning. you lift your gaze to meet shiu’s again and smiled, maybe yuki was right after all. the conversation wasn’t difficult to get going after that, you found out that shiu had also worked in japan for a number of years and only recently came back to korea to work and live. he had also revealed to you that he was in his early thirties—about six years your senior. when you asked him why he was interested in dating at this stage of his life, he said he had spent his twenties doing nothing but work and had no time for relationships. you thought back to yuki’s words and shook your head, he was truly your counterpart. you had explained to him that it had been pretty much the same for you, after university you threw yourself into work. sure some dates happened here and there, but nothing stuck. you figured it would be easier to just focus on your career instead. shiu nods his head in understanding, taking a moment to sip from his wine glass. you didn’t realize how easy it was to talk to him until this moment.

the rest of the dinner went smoothly, much to your delight. shiu had taught you a couple of french words off the menu, and you found yourself becoming well acquainted with the waiter that kept refilling your wine glass. you had forgotten how fun dates could be, especially with the right person. shiu was charming, you gave him that. he broke you out of your shyness with no difficulty, and he even had you laugh a couple of times. you were having so much fun, in fact, when he asked you if you would like to continue the date you didn’t say no. the gentleman he was, he didn’t even let you spare a glance at the bill. he handed the booklet with his black card inside before turning his attention to you again, a soft smile on his features. “i’m glad you came out tonight, doll. from how yuki talked about you, i was starting to think that you weren’t going to show up.” your muscles tightened as you forced yourself to keep smiling, while you silently cursed out yuki in your mind. “well, i usually don’t go on blind dates.” you actually didn’t go on dates at all, but shiu didn’t need to know that. who were you kidding, he could probably smell the anxiety radiating off you once you sat down. nevertheless, he still gave you a slight chuckle and you even got to see how pretty his teeth were. 

time seemed to have passed so quickly when you were with him. somewhere after leaving the restaurant and before getting to shiu’s apartment, you were being pulled into his lap and felt his mouth pressing kisses into your neck. now if you were just a bit sober, you’d feel some shame for doing this in the back of a cab. but in between the kisses and the shushes shiu gave you, he reassured you that this was his car and he’d be having a driver bring you to his place. maybe you’d actually end up apologizing to yuki. “look at you,” shiu rasped into your ear, his fingers already traveling up the slit of your dress to play with the strings of your thong. “you’re stunning, how did i get so lucky?” your lungs couldn’t get enough air fast enough to keep up with shiu’s fingers, as his middle and index brushed themselves against your wet entrance. he shushed you in between kisses as he pumped his fingers inside of you, until you were pathetically riding them with shameless fervor. 

shiu had you so strung out you didn’t realise that your moans were a lot louder than you originally thought, but you’d find the shame to worry about that later. his eyes looked so hungry for you, you would’ve assumed he was undressing you with his eyes. as the sound of your arousal echoed through the car, he practically moaned as he watched you ride his fingers. “listen to that, doll. she’s so needy for me.. do you think you can last until we get to my place?” if you weren’t so focused on getting yourself off you would probably smack him, fuck no you wouldn’t last! you felt as if you were going to cum at any moment! the man seemed like he knew what you were thinking, as his lips curled into a smirk before he went to speak again. “do you think you can cum for me, beautiful? make a mess on my fingers for me baby, please…” you could never say no to a man with manners. your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls pulsing around his fingers like a heartbeat. shiu gave you a moment to calm down before gently removing his fingers from inside you, making you watch as he sucked off the creamy fluids you left behind for him. 

“looks like someone couldn’t wait until we got home… can you go for another round later?”

you made a mental note to send yuki a thank you text in the morning.

can you fucking BELIEVE this took me a month to write. no but seriously work and life have been beating my ass like so bad but i really wanted to post this so i hope you enjoy :3 better late than never right AHAHA also there isn't gonna be a part 2 so pls do not ask me i will cry. choso pt 3 might be in the works IDK IDKKKKKK but thank you love you beanie out mwah

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HI BABY KINS <33

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sooo i was definitely planning on posting something for valentines day but life had other plans LMAO i’ll post it soon i hope you enjoy :)) i’m starting my new job soon yay!!

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PLEASE give us a series of porn addicted jjk men ?!?!? maybe nanami next plsplspspslsplsplspslspl

HELP im so glad you liked it, as of right now i don’t have plans to make it a series (cause i feel like the concept is gonna get old pretty fast) BUT i will definitely keep it in mind <33

i have something cooking up for valentines day so stay tuned

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read part 1 here

the next morning, you woke up a bit later than usual. all too eager to play with choso in a few hours, you decided to have a little playtime of your own in the twilight hours of the morning. after about 20 minutes of unsuccessfully attempting to make yourself cum, you ended up falling asleep as the slightest peak of sunrise came up over the horizon. by the time you lifted your head from your pillow and checked the time, you saw you had missed one notification from choso.

‘are you awake?’ was all it read. shit, what if he was busy now? you already couldn’t make yourself cum earlier, what if you missed your chance today? you had scrambled to unlock your phone, texting out a quick apology and explaining that you were asleep. you silently cursed yourself for not being conscious of the time, your clit already throbbing from the failed orgasm of this morning. just when you were about to throw your head into your pillow and mope for the rest of the day, your phone buzzed with the familiar x notification.

‘i’m ready now whenever you are.’ you practically jumped upright on the bed, halfway through sending a quick reply before a picture came in. fuck, was that him? in the photo, choso was fully erect, holding his dick at the base so you could see it all in its veiny glory. he was clean shaven, maybe even waxed, and his pink tip leaked pre down his shaft. you felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight, already feeling your panties dampen with your arousal. how did you get so lucky?

he had already begun sending videos to you, sharing his fantasies of fucking you in as many places as he could. the car, the public bathroom, the beach, even the park, just to name a few. the slippery sounds of the lube coating his shaft echoed off the walls as he imagined filling you with his cum. you were hardly responding at this point, working yourself open with your fingers while reading choso’s lewd desires. 

‘fuck, i want to see you so bad. are you playing with yourself too?’

with trembling hands, you opened your camera and hastily found an angle where your face was not visible. there you were, spread out on your sheets wantonly fucking yourself with your dildo. your breathy moans could be heard while the toy covered in your arousal pumped in and out of you, begging for the faceless man to ‘keep fucking you right there’.  your eyes squeezed shut as you found yourself getting close, those hours of pent up frustration having caught up to you. your walls clenched around the toy for a moment and you gasped aloud, whimpering as your sensed your orgasm about to rip through you. you desperately rubbed circles on your clit to bring yourself to cum, the pressure pushing out the toy and soiling the sheets underneath. ‘shit..’ 

you halfway forgot that this video was supposed to be for choso, and you were met with his messages begging for you to come back, he was so close, to your amusement. sending the video you just made for him, you took the time to change your sheets when you got another notification.

‘fuck, that was so good..’ followed by a video of him finishing on himself as well.

you were so grateful for your little arrangement.

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part 2 is here EVERYBODY CHEERED!!!! i'm a lil sick rn so this was ROUGH to finish but i hope you all enjoy xoxoxoxo beanie out

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using the appropriate hashtags helps too! i will look and see what hashtags my mutuals are using to see what gets the best engagement. also don’t let low engagement discourage you from posting! some posts perform better than others and that’s ok, as long as you’re satisfied with the work you put out <3

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you knew toji wasn’t a good person. he was cocky, apathetic, and sometimes just downright rude. it’s a good thing you weren’t dating him; he sounds like an absolute nightmare to be in a relationship with.

although you weren’t the (un)lucky girl, that sure didn’t mean someone else wasn’t.

while toji was all of the things listed above, the one thing that kept you coming back was how much he was a good fuck. you didn’t think anyone could pull out multiple orgasms from you like toji did. you two had an agreement, he’d call you when he wanted to fuck, and you’d be there.

it was just the issue of toji’s girlfriend.

no, toji wouldn’t exactly call her his girlfriend… she’s just another girl he was fucking the same time as you and let her believe they’d be something serious. toji didn’t want anything serious with anyone— you included. you didn’t mind, though. you got your dick and was happy about it. why try to complicate things by making it official?

tonight was like any other night in particular, toji had told you to come over and you practically threw on your clothes to get to his place. the night was continuing as usual, with him having your face pushed into the mattress as he took you from behind. your moans sounded downright whorish, according to him.

his phone started to buzz and you half expected him to decline the call until—

‘hello?’ he picked up the fucking phone?!

toji’s “girlfriend” was on the other end, berating him for missing a date he had supposedly planned. that didn’t even sound like something he was capable of.

‘i’m sorry ma, i’ll make it up to you. i promise. i’ll talk to you later.’

‘no toji, you do this every fucking time and i feel like you don’t care—‘

it shouldn’t have turned you on that toji had the poor girl on speaker, the sounds of your moans and skin clapping skin being drowned out by the deep timbre of his voice.

‘baby, i do care. i just got a lot on my mind right now.’

‘i really want this to work, toji. i like you so much but i feel like we found each other at the wrong time..’

you had to bite the pillow in order to keep yourself from crying out, toji’s balls slapping your clit as he increased his pace.

‘nah, we found each other at the perfect time. i’ll call or text you tomorrow, okay doll?’

‘okay,’ stupid girl. ‘be safe at work okay? bye.’

‘bye.’ toji tossed the phone on the bed, chuckling to himself as he felt you clench around him with each thrust.

‘she’s so fucking stupid, isn’t she mama? should we call her back and have her listen to this?’

your cock drunk self could hardly reply, whimpers and choked sobs escaping your mouth as you chanted yesyesyes over and over.

‘you don’t give a fuck if i fuck other girls, right?’

toji releases his hold on your waist to watch you desperately fuck yourself back on his cock, moaning as you felt the crack of his hand hitting your ass. you knew you were nothing more to him than a body, and one day you too could be like that poor girl on the phone.

might as well have fun while you could.

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choso has a porn addiction, plain and simple. every morning for him starts with the same: open up twitter, get his bottle of lotion, and scroll through his bookmarks until he can cum. he’s had girlfriends in the past, they all thought his addiction was gross. what girl would ever entertain a guy that jerked off to random girls getting creampied on twitter?

well, you, of course.

he messaged you on a random morning, ‘hey’, was all it said. you happened to have a slight porn addiction of your own, having filled your bookmarks for your own solo sessions. you didn’t realize your messages were open and felt your brow go up as you read his message. a click to his bio and there wasn’t much there, just the year he was born and 🇯🇵. your first instinct was to delete the message, but your curiosity got the best of you. you messaged back, investigated how he found your account, and choso revealed his intentions.

‘are you into the idea of sending some nsfw posts to each other?’

choso used to sext with his ex girlfriends, but none of them wanted to include porn. they found it weird and considered it cheating to look at videos while in a relationship. now here he was, randomly texting a stranger on the internet to get a quick nut. if he wasn’t palming his dick through his shorts right now, he’d actually think he looked a bit pathetic. it wasn’t until you said yes and started sending your bookmarked videos did he realize what he was getting himself into.

freeing his dick from his briefs, he started to stroke himself while imagining himself doing the things in the videos with you. he didn’t know what you looked like, hell, he wasn’t even sure you were who you said you were. but you were just as porn obsessed as he was, and he didn’t think you could get any better until you sent another message.

‘let me suck it while you play video games.’

it’s like you knew the exact words to say to get him off. choso hastily reciprocated, although it had become quite difficult to type with one hand. he confessed on how desperately he wanted to cum in your pussy and how you suck him in so well, not knowing that you too had started pleasuring yourself at the mere thought. it had been a while and you needed some action too, okay? his messages started getting further and further apart until he asked you to send a post he can finish to. bringing yourself back to reality for a quick moment to send him a creampie video, how could you have known his favorite genre? you found yourself soon chasing your own orgasm. the echoes of the moans coming from your phone had blended with yours, and you soon came undone on your fingers. 

once you remembered to look at your phone again, choso had let you know that he had made a mess, followed by a picture of his cum stained hand and torso. when you sent back a picture of your glistening fingers and soiled sheets, choso audibly moaned. what a pervert.

‘fuck, you’re making me hard… is same time tomorrow good with you?’

part 2

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uhh welp this is my first piece of work on tumblr LMFAO HEY GUYS! special shoutout to my pookie bears @gojoscinnamonroll @xixflower @takumasimp @webism for encouraging me and AAAAAAAA I HOPE SOMEBODY LIKES THIS,,,, i wanna keep posting on here so lmk what you think :3 ok bye beanie out