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omg hey guyssss!!! this was literally written off the fly, lol. each time i get 🍃 i think abt plug eren and how he’d be obsessed with the pretty college girl he serves to. tw: plug!eren x chubby reader, implied inexperienced reader, implied black reader (anyone can read!!), afab!reader, and, obviously, anything else i missed. not proof read cause idgaf :p

ps. y’all i loved writing this and i love my man. missing him bad :(

plug!eren that loves serving u, his prettiest customer. always makes sure to respond to ur text within the same minute, no matter the condition he’s in.

plug!eren who gets so happy when u ask him to teach u how to roll. each time he’s served u, he’s just brought u pre-rolls since u never bothered to ask for any other rolling materials. but this time, u finally caved and asked him to teach u, saying, “i’m just tired of spending my money on a multiple pre-rolls everyday. i wanna roll for myself” - mind u, eren hasn’t ever charged u.

plug!eren that sees u eyeing him intensely when he starts licking down the sheet, green eyes challenging yours each time he goes to toast the j. he got off on hearing your breath shudder slightly each time he gave it a lick, laughing silently to himself.

plug!eren who watches you smile brightly upon not ripping the sheet (you went through 3 before getting it right). he critiques your j as the two of you hit it, saying u only really needed to work on your mouth piece. however, it was hard for u to digest anything he was saying over the loudness of your thoughts. you couldn’t get the image of eren licking the j out of ur head, wondering if he’d take that much care with u. head between ur legs, using his tongue with the utmost precision. god it’d feel so good -

“whatcha thinkin’ bout pretty girl?” eren’s voice pulls you out of ur thoughts and u smile, not trusting urself enough to express ur feelings without flat out telling him you wanted to fuck.

“i’m just… thinking about everything… you know?” he laughs at the slow pace and raspiness of your voice.

“hmm.. want rennie to make the thoughts go away?”

your head lolls onto the back of the couch and your bra-less chest points toward the sky. he can see the outline of your pierced nipples through your baby pink tank top and he sighs.

the two of you finally make eye contact once more and you lean your head up towards his, eyes deadlocked on his lips.

“please.”

that was all eren needed to hear before engulfing you in his arms. he pulls you onto his lap and runs his hands up the sides of your body, taking extra time to trace the chub that outlines ur tummy.

he drags his thumbs over your nipples causing your body to jerk. he smiles slightly and flicks his eyes up to yours, silver eyebrow piercing glittering in the warm livingroom lighting. he peppers kisses along your jawline before finally kissing your lips. you can’t help but think about how soft his lips are and it makes u let out a soft moan.

he breaks the kiss but never stops rubbing on you, “you taste so sweet. is it ya lipgloss?”

you smile, “yeah. it’s that glossier shit. cookie butter.”

he kisses you again, running his tongue over your lips once he breaks it once more, “i bet your pussy’s sweeter than this though.”

before you can respond, he reaches down into your shorts and plays with the waistband of your panties. rubbing his fingers over the outline of your cunt, causing you to shiver each time.

eren kisses your lips once more and finally touches your bare pussy. once his fingers find your clit, he makes the smallest circles and your hips jerk. he can feel you begin to pull away from the kiss, but his mouth follows you, preventing you from complaining.

he begins to apply a bit more pressure and you ease up in his grip once more. his fingers then travel down further and begin to make their way inside you. unable to hold yourself together, you let out a slight “fuck” and eren groans.

“you’re so fuckin wet. you mus’ really like me, huh baby”. he licks his lips and kisses your neck.

“yes ren… liked you since i first seen you.”, you admit.

eren pulls his head from your neck and grips your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “aww. baby had a crush on ‘er plug. gonna make this pussy feel so good for you, ‘kay?”

after a small yes, eren lays you down gently on your couch and begins to pull your shorts and panties down. your hands go to cover yourself and he pins them to your chest. he then pulls your tank top over your head and leaves the material loosely around your wrists.

immediately after, eren removes his shirt and your eye to eye with his tatted stomach and chest. you knew by his arms he had a lot of ink, but it was never assumed to go this far. his tattoos were so sexy though, they made your mouth water.

eren then began his assault on your neck once more, this time gradually making his way down your body. he ran his tongue over your nipples, releasing each with an obnoxiously loud pop.

as he made his way down your stomach, you could feel him start to lick down your body, making a point to leave a trail of red splotches in his wake.

when his eyes deadlock on your pussy, you can feel eren’s dick jump in his pants. he takes his thumb and pulls the hood of your vagina up, taking his sweet time in admiring your pink pussy.

he licks his lips and smirkss at you before diving head first in between your legs. his long, pink tongue swirls over your clit so gently, it makes you see stars. he licks you just like the sheet, so slowly that it takes your breath away.

he sucks gently on your clit and your hands reach down to run through his hair. your fingers wrap around the root and pull slightly, causing him to groan into your pussy.

his hand runs up your leg and you feel his middle and index finger push into your walls, gently caressing your g-spot.

by this point, your writhing so hard against the bed eren’s had to use all of his strength to restrain you with one hand. and while you knew eren could overpower you, having firsthand proof made you all the more wet.

with a few more licks to your clit, eren found you suddenly tensing up against his tongue, small body shaking and convulsing around his tongue as your orgasm overpowered your senses.

“pretty baby’s never came this hard huh? s’okay, you got somebody to handle you now. i’ll make this cunt cum everyday. my perfect girl.”

with the combination of eren’s dirty words and his gentle caresses against your nipples, it was extremely hard for you to ground yourself within reality. he was too good at sex, especially for someone as inexperienced as you.

eren finally rises and removes his jeans. his black calvin’s cling to his hips and muscular thighs as he drags you by your ankle to the edge of your couch.

he pulls down his boxers and his dick hits his stomach with a dull thud, angry red tip leaving a bit of pre where it made contact with his stomach.

he presses your legs against your body and grips his dick, hard. he runs it through your fold a few times, using the slight curve of his dick to hit your clit each time he got close. he tapped his dick against your clit a few times, and finally slipped it in.

with the two of you simultaneously gasping, eren’s grip on your hips got tighter, desperately trying to will himself to not fully sheath himself inside of you. as he slowly slipped in, he could feel your pussy twitch against him, forcing him to thumb at your clit.

“need ya to calm down baby. gonna squeeze me to death” his voice is rough and restrained, similar to his hips.

you respond, breathless and weak, “m’tryin. feel you s’deep”

his eyes flick up to yours, “oh yeah? where ya feel me baby?”

your head peaks up slightly and eren takes a look at your fucked out face. lips wet, red, and swollen, eyes watery with rosy cheeks. you were so beautiful, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. but, he had a more pressing matter at hand.

your hand reaches down and presses on your stomach, signifying to eren where his dick is inside you. however, you choke out a moan and add onto his ever growing ego, “but i swear ren, i feel you in my throat. you’re just so - fuck - you’re so big” placing much emphasis on big.

his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he looses all composure. his hips snap relentlessly into yours, bullying his cock into your tight pussy. by this point, eren is not only lost in the feeling of your cunt, but knowing that he needs to feel you cum around him.

he keeps a hand locked onto your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. you can see how feral he is behind his eyes and it makes you gush. he’s like a wild animal and it turns you on way more than you ever imagined.

with a particular thrust, eren hits that soft spot inside of you and your legs instinctively lock around his hips. the worldless confirmation was all he needed to continue to hit that special spot inside of you. as the speed of his hips increases, he finally reaches his peak, with that familiar pulse of your pussy shortly following.

a particularly loud “fuck” leaves your mouth at the same times eren grits out your name. his hips operate on autopilot, snapping back into your cunt at a jagged pace.

once eren returns to earth, he sees the white ring of cream you left around the base of his cock. he swipes two fingers down and places them to your lips. “suck”, is all that leaves his mouth and you follow his command.

as eren slowly pulls out of you, your head lolls against the couch and you finally feel yourself catch a breath.

when eren returns, he uses a warm rag to wipe you up before helping you put your clothes back on. after he follows suit, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room.

he sets you down and pulls back your baby pink duvet, tucking you into the blankets. you reach your hand up to him and grab his shirt sleeve, confusion and hurt dancing behind your eyes.

eren kneels beside your bed and pets your hair, “i’m not runnin out on ya y/n. i jus gotta do my job. i’ll be back once im finished, promise.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, and you can hear his shoes scuff against the hardwood floor as your eyes close.

however, hours later, you’re awoken to the sound of knocks at your door and your phone ringing; it’s eren.

“hello?” you answer, voice groggy from sleep.

eren chuckles slightly and lets out a breath, “told you i’d be back ma. lemme in”.

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can i get a things geto says in bed🥺🥺 pretty please

THINGS GETO SUGURU SAYS IN BED

“let me hear you, you’re so silent tonight .. embarrassed huh?”

“why else would i be putting my hair up? open your fucking legs already y/n .. i’m hungry.”

“don’t tease. suck it—ngh! properly .. fuck y/n.”

“move my hands again and see what happens,”

“no squirming, no running. you’re gonna take it all like a big girl hm?”

“ .. you’re so fuckin’ soft. shiiit…”

“let me help you move pretty, put your hands on my thighs.”

“keep your hands in my hair,”

“you are not in charge here, fuckin’ lay back and place your hands on the headboard.”

“hey, don’t shy away from me. cmere,”

“arms around my neck.”

“m’ in so fuckin’ deep baby .. s’ that why y’can’t talk?”

“open your mouth.”

“no pouting. you’re about to get exactly what you want .. fuckin’ brat.”

“fuck—i can’t .. ‘m not gonna last..”

“y’ so sensitive tonight. s’ it something m’ doing?”

“over my knee, now.”

“take them off before i rip them off of you y/n, don’t try me.”

“pull my hair .. fuckin’ pull it!”

“b-baby, fuck…”

“spread em’”

“hey! i said ass up.”

“gimme your hands pretty .. you like doing that, yeah?”

“yeah? resist me all you want, i know you secretly love being treated like this.”

“touch yourself f’me, cmon.”

“don’t get all embarrassed on me now .. you know m’not done with you yet.”

“no one’s gonna hear if you just shut up…”

“i’ll make it quick babe .. just .. fuck—let me use you.”

“but i’m having so much fun playing with my pussy .. look at how wet you got my fucking fingers.”

“tell me you love me,”

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maybe stuff Reiner says in bed (oᗜo;)

THINGS REINER SAYS IN BED

“don’t—don’t stop. shiiit.”

“place your hands on my shoulders. and sit. juuust like that. look so pretty like that.”

“it’ll fit .. just lay back and relax. breathe in .. i know it hurts babydoll. just breathe for me.

“hands up,”

“no. arch .. arch it like the slut y’are.”

“gonna squirt for me again pretty? yeah?”

“put your hands on the headboard,”

“don’t cover your mouth y/n. you know i don’t like that.”

“stop acting like you don’t like it and sit back. can feel your pussy clench every time i touch your little hole. so stop it.”

“hey—shit, i told you to wait. s’gonna hurt if you go so quickly.”

“don’t make me hold you down .. stay.still.”

“alright .. y’wanna make this hard then hm?”

“stop pushing my fucking hands. not gonna tell you again.”

“fuuuck, you feel so good lovey. so warm.”

“put your arms around my neck. thank you good girl .. i love you.”

“open your mouth.”

“you need prep y/n. it’s gonna hurt if i don’t do this. just be patient a little longer beautiful.”

“wider. spread them wider .. hold ‘em up, just like that.”

“cock’s got you goin stupid huh? hey—look at me .. wish you could see how slutty you look.”

“don’t push my hand away.”

“stop. fucking. moving.”

“can you fucking wait? jesus—fuck .. impatient little bitch.”

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just some eren!

nerd!’ren and reader took it slow when they first met. trips to the library, the icecream shop to get your favorite caramel and pralines double scoop. then his or your dorm when you two had to study some more. it was preferably done in your room, cause he just loved getting the chance to see what new things furnished your dorm. maybe another pillow? a fluffy crocheted blanket? some decor? a new candle. whatever it was it made him happy seeing you swell and overflow with joy.

you’d get all bouncy, dancing around your room on the tip of your toes. slipping off all your clothes till your in nothing but a tank top and some really short shorts with no panties. then eren proceeds with his usual. he goes to bathroom, he’s gotta piss or so he says. but really he’s just a weirdo, he stares at your hamper. eyes glazed and fixated on the black laced thong that sat at the top of the pile. he moves quickly. he plucks them from the top and balls it up in his hand. then he’s putting up to his nose, inhaling every inch of you relishing in the scent that gets him harder then ever. his back’s to the door and he’s tugging his sweats down. he’s gulping down his whimpers as his fists wraps around his cock. his thumb is shaky as he swipes it over his tip. translucent beads of precum pearl at his tip, and drip down his sides flowing down the shape of each vein as they flow to the base of his cock. for the most part, he keeps himself trimmed, but he’s been so stressed with school it’s gotten a bit messy.

from the other side of your bathroom door you can hear him groaning. there’s a lewd air that permeates through the door as the sound of his palm, wet and sticky against his cock, grows louder. your fingers don’t do enough to stimulate your clit. you feel like such a loser. why can’t you just open the door and tell him every time he comes over your pussy gets all sticky and that playing with yourself doesn’t quell the thought. why’s it so hard to tell him that you want him to take you over and over again. seeing his print through his loser sweats, the brunette strands that travel down them. he’s a curse, a big freaking loser who you need in between your legs. but it only gets worse. you hear him groan your name and your stomach does flips. it’s not only your name, it’s the things he says after. like how he wants to put a baby in you, he wants to knock up the pretty girl who only cares about herself and her grades. he’s moaning about how he’d give you the best dick of your life if you’d give him a chance. you always look like you want to give him a chance too, so is he wrong for assuming.

on the other side of the door, he’s dripping profusely. his knuckles are trembling as he milks himself, his tummy jerks with each pull. he’s thrusting his hips, fucking his hand and losing himself in the smell of you. then he gets the big idea to cum on your panties. his balls twitch from overstimulation, but his slit pulses as more cum trickles out into your panties. he pants weakly, ‘fucks’ and ‘shits’ spew from his mouth. he’s hot, his dick won’t go down, and he made a fucking mess of your panties. you can hear him shuffling on the other side. you hear the turmoil, the disgust with himself for being such a whimp. “um, ‘ren? you okay in there?” you slightly shout as you step away from the door.

“yeah...ha- totally! i-i just made a little bit of a mess so i just have to clean up…a-around the sink…haha.” he’s damn awkward and such a terrible liar.

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just thinking about riding nanami with his leopard print tie hanging around your neck. he would go absolutely mad from it. his tie between your pretty tits bouncing with each thrusts. he's feral and it's his new favorite position. you and his tie? perfection.

you ride him naked with the exception of his tie hanging around your neck. your thick legs in the side of his torso while you roll your hips. grinding and rolling while your fat pussy swallows his cock whole. he watches you with those brown eyes of his. watch as your body jiggles and bounces with every sway of your hips and nanami drinks at the sight like the finest wine he had tasted.

he's still dressed in blue-button dress shirt. the first few unbuttoned like it was hot and it was getting difficult for him to breath which is true. his chubby wife riding him with nothing but his tie and his cock twitches every time he looks at it.

his left hand rests on your thick thigh squished like a seal on the dry land. feeling the cool metal of his watch while the other hand is brushing to the rolls of your stomach. folded like a dough and his finger grazes of it. adoring each stretch marks like lightning while it slowly creeps up above to where his tie rest before curling it around his thick fingers.

he loves every minute of it. your breathless whines and moans music to his ears. your body in top of him and he just wants it to stay, always. milking his cock until it runs dry or preferably while you warm his cock.

ughh. nanami and his obsession with his two favorite. his neckties and you. combine it and he's one happy and contented man.

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no because drunk!eren would be so needy with you.

like it’s literally a thought that won’t leave my head. he would actually be so hung on you, like everytime he has another drink, he instantly thinks of you. he just wants to be around you 24/7. and don’t let y’all both be drunk at the same time.

everywhere he goes, he’ll take you with him. like he won’t let go of your hand, thigh, waist, anything.

and then when y’all be getting freaky while he drunk, he is such a damn baby, like whiny and all, can barely open his eyes, being clumsy and shit.

“fffuckkk, come on ma…” in the quietest, whiniest voice, practically begging you to adjust back to his size, and as you try to do so, his hands will literally roam yo whole body. like he really can’t get enough of you.

and he hates back shots when y’all drunk cus he gotta look at that pretty face.

“fuck, you so pretty. oh my fuckin… god” but he can barely look at you bcus of the way he effortlessly thrusts inside of you, simply bcus of the fact that he looks so pretty inside of you and you know he can barely hold his self together, it’s making you wetter by the second.

missionary is his favorite position, he can barely take anything else, and he don’t like when you do all the work unless you really want to.

but lets say you really wanted to.

“mmh… i hate when you do that shit..”

“do what, pa?”

he couldn’t even say nothing back, you drove him crazy when you rode him. but he was definitely referring to the way you fucked him with your eyes when you were already fucking him with your body.

you made his eyebrows furrow at random times, he would bite his lip, let his eyes roll back, all because you were moving too slow.

but you couldn’t move any quicker, and he couldn’t either.

you’ll have him gripping the shit outta yo thighs, hips, waist, anywhere he could hold. “you like that E’? i know you do baby…”

you tryna be funny. he’d give you those annoyed, glossy, low eyes. but you could tell he wanted to say he liked it. and as much as he hated submitting to you…

“y..yeah…” he muttered, barely being able to speak because of the way you drove him over the edge.

yeah.

other than that, he’d be really fucking attached to you when he’s drunk.

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story time: how ignored my bf and then had the best sex ever!!

omg another kinktober post?? i’m on a roll!! lol, but i wrote this so long ago and never published it, please don’t hate me :( tw: chubby!reader x eren, black!reader x eren, hate!fucking, bratty!reader, mean!dom eren, overall, eren’s a meanie and u like it!

eren had never been that good of a listener. in fact, he took pride in his ability to tune out any and everyone. 

it was something you desperately tried to rid him of. 

of course he would listen to you when you needed him, always being a supportive and attentive boyfriend. but, there were times when you could feel him drifting away from the conversation. although it wasn’t always intentional, it didn’t make it hurt any less. 

and you’d tried everything to break this habit, yet, nothing worked. however, you figured that since nothing else worked on eren, giving him a taste of his own medicine might kickstart some change.

so, you made the executive decision that if he would not listen to you, then you would simply not listen to him. 

after having a long day of classes, eren finally was able to come home to you. despite being frustrated, he just wanted to see his pretty little girlfriend and rant a bit about his day. nothing too complex, right?

wrong. 

“I don’t see why I'm always involved in these fucking group projects. it always ends up with me doing the work and everyone expecting their name to be put down. I'm so over this shit yn, you have no fucking idea”. eren explained while cooking dinner. it was something he would do to relieve stress, a useful habit if you will. 

“mhm” was all you muttered from the couch. sure, you knew you were being a bitch, but you didn't care. eren had just done something similar to you last week, so it was well within your right to break even. 

“are you even listening to me?” eren peaked his head out from around the kitchen wall only to find you staring at the book that sat atop the lavender blanket strewn across your legs. 

“yeah, sure am.” 

eren walked over to you and squatted down, capturing your jaw in his hand and forcing eye contact, “well, what did I say?” 

eren really was an intimidating man. while his green eyes bore into your own, you couldn’t help but think about how big he was. both in stature and presence, your boyfriend really wasn’t someone to fuck around with. and as each part of eren was strong and foreboding, so was your will.

you shook your head out of his grasp and returned to your book, “i’m not entirely sure, something about a project. I honestly don’t care that much.” you knew were being harsh, but you needed him to feel it. 

eren’s head cocked to the right, and you could feel his confusion, “did I do something?”

you looked up from your book once more, fixing your glasses, “no ren, you did nothing”.

he squinted his eyes, “okay …. so why are you acting like that?”

“like what?”

he stood to his full height and placed his hands on his hips, “like you don’t care about what I'm saying.”

you closed the book, lifted the blanket from your legs and stood up, “because I don't”.

you began walking to the bedroom, knowing that eren was hot on your heels. you had to speed walk to prevent him from catching your arm. 

after finally making it into the room, you didn’t realize that you had given eren the perfect opportunity to cage you in and make you speak.

“fuck you mean you don’t care? what I do to you?” the bass in his voice was causing reverberations to go through your chest but you held your ground. you were tired of him not listening to you and if it caused an argument to break him out of it, then so be it 

“you don’t listen to me, so why the fuck do I gotta listen to you?! that shit aint fair to me and I'm tired of being fair to you”. 

suddenly, eren stiffened and your heart dropped. while tension hung heavily in the air, he was looking you up and down, almost like he was sizing you up. you could tell he was staring at your tits through the sheer material of your tank top, but you made no effort to hide. if anything, you felt like puffing your chest out more to show that you weren’t fucking around. 

“so you decided to act like a fuckin brat because I don't listen sometimes, is that it? you’ve suddenly decided that you don’t care about me or the things I say anymore, is that right?” he was nothing but an arms length from you, yet eren made no move to touch you.

“eren I never said I don’t care about you-”

eren put both of his hands to your face, squishing your chubby cheeks together, “nah, nah, don’t try to back down now. you wanna act like you don’t care about me, then I'll act like I don't care about you.” he was talking to you like a child with his voice slightly over a whisper. it scared you more than him yelling. 

“what does that mean?” your eyes were a little teary, so eren knew he had to wrap this up before you started to get the wrong idea.

“it means I'm gonna fuck you like I don't care about you, just for now. and then, when we’re done, we can talk about my lack of listening. okay?” his eyes were dark and his nose was brushing yours. you weren’t sure whether to be turned on or angry. 

before you knew it, he pushed your body onto the bed and removed his shirt. hurriedly, he pulled down your sleeping shorts and pulled up your tank top. 

“eren can you slow down-“ was all you could get out before he drug your body to the farthest edges of the mattress, causing your butt to hang off the bed. he threw your legs over his shoulders and gripped your ankles tightly.

he was looking down at you in a way you’d never seen before. it was almost like he was looking through you, like you weren’t a person, but an object to take his frustration out on.

“not even g’nna get to kiss u. see what happens when you’re a brat?” he swatted his hand down to the side of your right thigh, causing you to hiss.

you opened your mouth to talk but eren simply filled it with his fingers. you gagged a couple times from the pressure, but he was unfazed. he simply collected the spit from your mouth and slathered it over your pussy, making you wetter than you already were.

he dropped to his knees and drug his nose over your panties. you started to reach down towards his hair, but before you could fully grasp him, he pushed you away and bit your thigh.

“stupid fucking girl wants to try and ignore me. i’ll give you something to ignore. ion wanna hear shit from that mouth, understand?” you can feel his warm breath fan your pussy and it’s making you dizzy.

he slaps your pussy and you whimper, “i asked you a question little girl, answer it.”

you shake your head yes, not wanting to anger him any further by speaking. he barely acknowledges you and rips your panties off. you wanted, so badly, to moan at his aggressiveness, but you opted to keep silent.

meanwhile, eren was eating your pussy like a man starved. while he claimed to wanna fuck you like he didn’t care about you, he couldn’t help but to lick on the all spots that made you whine. he knew your pussy better than you did, and he was determined to show you.

he pulled his head back, shiny from your slick, and pushed his middle and ring finger into your weeping hole. “ya think ion listen? think i don’ care? you think id know how to make this cunt cry if i didn’t?”

you could barely see eren due to the tears blurring your vision. you wanted to scream out his name and apologize, but you held your tongue and continued to writhe in pleasure on the bed.

eren could feel your pussy clench and gush on his hand, so much so that a little puddle began to form in his palm. he laughed at the sight and ducked his head back down to lick at your clit. he knew just how much you loved to see his head between your legs, so he wanted to put on a show for you. he made a point to look you dead in your eyes while his tongue glided over your puffy clit, watching you bite down on your pretty lips to prevent any noise from spilling out. he watched you grip those pretty titties he loved as your head pushed further into the pillows. if he wasn’t so hell bent on punishing you, eren knew that he’d be fisting his cock at the sight.

he could feel you hold your thighs back from clenching around his head and he chuckled into your pussy, the vibrations causing your back to arch off the bed. he took the hand that wasn’t inside you and pushed your body back down, ensuring that you wouldn’t be able to run away from him.

just before you reached your orgasm, eren pulled his mouth and hand away, slapping your pussy a few times before standing up again.

without talking, eren gathered up some of your essence and slathered it along his dick. little groans and moans were making their way out of his mouth and you stared up at him starry eyed. he looked so pretty standing over you. pretty pouty lips open slightly, eyes sitting slow with his long lashes fanning his face. even the small and slightly out of place hairs on his head were perfect in this moment. before you knew it, you began to whine and rub your thighs together. if he was gonna fuck you like this, you at least wanted him to be quick about it.

he opened his fully eyes and sneered, “thought i told ya to keep quiet? and you say i don’t listen”.

his tongue ran over his teeth and he bent down to your face. without a word and nothing more than a stare, he slid his dick between your pussy. hitting your clit with every move he made.

finally, you reached your breaking point, “oh eren please. i’m sorry! i swear i’m sorry, i wont do it ever again just please fuck me!” the desperation in your voice was hurting him. he knew that you were showing him how you felt and it’s why he’s been trying to work on his listening habits. but, his internal growth isn’t all too important at the moment.

instead of responding to your pleas, eren covered your mouth with his hand and brought his face closer to yours. “keep talkin and i’ll shove your panties in your mouth. take this dick and shut up”, was all he said before he gripped his dick, tapped it on your clit a few more times, and slipped it in with a pop.

with a muffled “fuck” leaving your mouth and a slight groan from his, eren’s head lulled into your neck. finally, he started fucking you with a furry you’ve never felt before. granted, eren is great in bed. he’s rough sometimes, gentle on others, and is willing to try anything once. but for some reason, his lack of respect for you has turned your body and brain into nothing but mush.

“ah fuck princess, you’re squeezin’ too tight” he said before gripping your hips with both hands, removing the one placed on top of your mouth.

even though he told you to hush, you knew eren couldn’t stay mad for much longer. “can you, fuck - ugh, eren can you please look at me?”

he took his head out from the crook of your neck and hovered over you, all the while never slowing down his thrusts. with him still giving you this look of carelessness, he gripped your face hard and let out a severely stern “open”.

you opened your mouth and he spit into it, softly groaning after feeling you immediately clench around him. you swallowed and stuck your tongue back out just how he likes it, and you swore you saw a bit of a smile flash over his face.

“‘m gonna cum rennie. can i please?” you said as your eyes rolled back. you never had to tell eren when you were gonna cum, he always knew. the slight shake in your legs and the slight twitch of your eye were tell tale signs of a quickly approaching orgasm.

still keeping with his angry facade, he gave a quick “do what you want”. not before coating his thumb with spit and rubbing quick circles on your clit. just how you like it of course.

“oh fuck ren…i’mcummingi’mcummin- ah!” he kept going despite your pleas and the feeling of your cum splashing onto his stomach. his all time goal was making his woman feel good and if overstimulating, see borderline killing, her was the case, then he’d do it.

after feeling your body calm down, eren pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach. “stick your ass in the air”.

still coming down from your orgasm, your movements were a bit delayed. moving too slow for eren’s liking, he picked your hips up and propped you up on your knees himself, quickly fucking back into you.

it didn’t take long before his strokes got sloppy. you felt him grip your hair and pull. as your head flung backwards, very hard, if i may add, you could feel eren’s cum shoot deep into you, slowly filling you to the brim.

after a few seconds of heavy breathing and slow grinding, eren pulled out of you, gave your pussy a kiss, and left. he returned shortly after with a rag and began to wipe you clean.

as your body fell to the side, you were able to face eren once more. no longer were his eyes empty, but they were full of care and concern.

“do you need anything? water or a snack? i was more rough on you than usual so i wanna make sure you don’t feel funny”. his eyes were so expressive, voice so soft, and his hands were so warm. it’s crazy to think that this soft and sweet boy was just fucking into you with no remorse not even five minutes ago.

you shook your head, “no, i’m alright”. the sudden raspiness of your voice caught the both of you by surprise, causing your hand to immediately grab at your throat.

eren picked you up and sat you upright. he ran his hands over your neck, checking your lymph nodes and general neck area. “your throat feels fine, it’s probably just really dry from not talking. i’m gonna grab you some water, don’t move!” he said before running off. ‘typical nursing student’, you thought to yourself, trying not to laugh.

when he returned, he held the bottle to your lips, refusing to allow you to move a muscle.

after taking down some water, eren soon began, “listen. i know i’m not the best listener. i’ve been trying to get better, but i know it still upsets you and i’m sorry. i’m not mad at you for acting that way, it just shows me that, that’s how it feels. i’m gonna get better, i swear i am. so please don’t be upset with me anymore”. his green eyes were so sad looking, it was like looking at a puppy.

you ran a hand over his cheek and smiled, “promise im not upset baby. thank you for telling me you’ll try harder. i can’t wait to see it”. he tucked some of your hair behind your ear before pulling you into a deep kiss.

soon, the two of you fell back into your peaceful afternoon routine. after your shared shower, eren went back to the kitchen and started back with dinner. thankfully he was cognitive enough to shut the stove off before hand. finally, you returned to your spot on the couch, book in hand and a newly positive attitude.

[lasciviouspoison]

you're sweet, but please shut up (m)

pairing → nanami kento / fem!reader word count → 4.3k+

synopsis → it's overtime, and you talk a lot. on a thursday evening, kento reaches his breaking point with his desk neighbour.

warnings → explicit content, pwp (kinda); unprotected sex, office sex, use of ties; gagging, oral (f + m receiving), face-fucking, fingering, cum-eating (+aftercare), degradation + praise (he's kind of mean), he was just trying to get his work done i promise, (and reader is kind of a people-pleaser sorry), it has a cute ending tho :) (please heed warnings. minors/ageless blogs do not interact).

a/n → me writing a short fic? sue me (this is short)

You’re sweet.

Really, you’re very sweet.

You offer to pick up coffee for your worn-out co-workers on a tedious Monday morning, swiftly pick up their papers whenever you’re nearby, and you’ll probably lend them the only shoulder they can lean on whenever their domestic affairs trickle into their work-life.

A belief held mutually by everyone on Floor 8 in this corporate building — inevitably, it has clouded your discernment of nearly every single person you’ve met. Scratch that — just Nanami Kento; getting him to open up in the name of getting “everyone involved” due to your steadfast compassion, has been a strenuous effort. 

Your desk neighbour of fourteen months, coming back from a surreptitious break that went far and beyond his annual leave, was left undetected by everyone but you. It’s a shame — you’re oddly attentive enough to notice his cryptic disappearances, but you’re unable to see how much he despises you.

Though, the man rarely speaks.

But it should be obvious enough through the way your colleagues uneasily observe the awkward conversation, staring at the vein bulging out of his temple, or when he loudly sighs the moment you sit on your chair. Sometimes, you do notice it; a lingering pout appearing on your lips whenever he ignores one of your many questions, but you merely blame it on his fluctuating mood, refusing to accept his hatred for you.

If you had known beforehand that attempting to get through to Nanami Kento would be the equivalent of opening Pandora’s Box, you would’ve never looked his way.

But really, Kento would appreciate your friendliness if you could monitor the number of words that fall out of your mouth because he’s dealt with curses and the macabre that comes with it, and the last thing he needs is a jabbering colleague in a life he’s already unsatisfied with.

Having to fill the silence with idle conversation, and you just keep talking, assuming his ‘supposed’ shyness is an invitation to talk his ear down.

He just has to accept that you’re a facet to his awfully mundane life, but even if he left again and took up his previous occupation — he’d have to deal with Gojo Satoru, who’d talk down his ear just the same.

It was supposed to be a normal, tiresome Thursday evening — neither of you were enthusiastic about working overtime, resentfully jabbing your fingers against the keyboard. Computer screens shone a muted blue, brilliantly, as colleagues monotonously walked in and out of the office.

Until the lambent lights finally dimmed, and the ochre sun steadily settled behind the lofty skyscrapers.

The last official ding of the elevator opened a path for you to converse with Kento, who was happily relishing in the ambiance moments before the last co-worker left the building. Just moments before, it was the occasional sips of coffee, or the incoherent noises that escaped your mouth whenever something inconvenient appeared on your screen.

For the next few minutes, on the first overtime you’ve worked with the mysterious man, you had managed to say a day’s worth of words to him, innocently picking him apart while he debated his grave choices.

Kento is a reasonable man — a rational one, he makes smart choices and respects boundaries regardless of a person’s temperament; a gentleman that would never do something as stupid as this.

Because as you spoke, as he mindlessly typed on his keyboard, fatigued, he felt his resolve chip away like dust. His sanity was at the cusp of whatever drove him to endure months of these conversations, months of you. “You know,” you slightly whisk your chair towards him, circling the rim of your coffee cup. “Do you think anyone is going to get promoted—”

It was on the tip of your tongue — soon — it was right there, but it got trapped between your teeth, muffled by a pair of soft lips and a firm grip to your nape. You’re nearly jolted out of your seat with how fast you’re pulled towards him, settling a pair of hands onto his rock-hard chest as he steals your breath in one, quick swoop. You sharply inhale his scent, pressed against his cheek. He’s… he’s—

Before you can even register the kiss he’s planted on your lips, Kento pulls away, easing his hand to let you lean back. “What—"

“No,” he gruffly whispers, shaking his head slowly. “No more talking.”

“No more—?”

It’s as though all common sense has been sapped out of you, following his head shake as though you’re hypnotised. Your gaze follows the shape of his lips; the sheer redness, how it moves in slow motion as you retrace the way it moved against yours before you could even reciprocate it, and it repeats like a stuttering film.

“No. More. Talking.”

Normally, any sane person would smack a person for doing such a crude thing unprovoked, but you were a downright liar if you claimed Kento wasn’t diabolically attractive. And his voice, perhaps that’s the final verdict — the instrument rendering you speechless, urging you to reconnect your lips.

“What if I don’t want to?” it’s a hushed whisper, as if there are others on this floor (but as far as he and you know, it’s only the two of you).

It insinuates the worst because you’d listen — you want him to like you. Instead, you’re testing him.

But his gaze darkens beneath those yellow-tinted glasses, and he stares at your parted lips once again: “Then I’ll just have to shut it again.”

In a turn of events, somehow, the chair beneath Kento’s ass suffers; creaked against the jump you make from your chair to his lap, consuming his breath in a desperate, heated kiss. Kento isn’t reckless — he’s truly the most reasonable they can get, but there’s a hint of insanity that trickles in at overtime, from the moment that tie of his gets loosened.

As your tongues swirl in a series of hot, spit-filled kisses, he stands from his chair, pressing you to the table. He keeps your face still with one grip to your chin, staring down at you as though you’ve tipped his moral scale — eyebrows furrowed in inner confliction, and lips pursed.

You stare back with unrivalled desire, confusion too, and for once, you’re fucking speechless.

“I don’t really do these things,” he tuts, as though you’re at fault (—technically, you are). “But you talk so much, and think so little,” he taps the side of your head, to make the simple fact drill in. “No. You’re a smart one, but you just really need to work on that mouth of yours.”

“Screw you,” you respite, offended yet it doesn’t come with the bite that it needs to make it sink in. You’re still reeling from his kiss. “I’m not — I’m just trying to be nice. You’re the one that’s—”

“On your knees.”

“Excuse me?” you respond, taken-aback. Whoever this is — the man ordering you to get on your knees, is not the same man you’ve been sitting next to for months. “I’m not—”

“I don’t like repeating myself.” He simply mutters, taking a few steps back to give you the space to kneel down.

Dazed, and in a hesitant fashion, you kneel — it’s reckless, anyone could walk in; perhaps, to collect a few files they’ve left behind or a wallet too. He plants his palm to his forehead, unbuckling his belt with his other hand.

When his pants are unfastened, navy boxers in view and a thick bulge protruding just above the zip, he slowly sits back down, leans back with a lethargy that can only tell you he’s seriously debating his choices right now. “C’mere.”

And you are too — this isn’t smart at all, but your knees are shuffling across the seamed carpet, kneeled before his slouched state as he pulls down his boxers to reveal —

“Mr Nanami—”

“What did I say?” he grabs a fistful of your hair, peeved enough to lean forward as he holds his girthy cock in the other.

You’re not all prepared for the sight; a delicious sight of his thick cock being fisted by his wet hand, it’s pretty and unfairly large, fitting for a sophisticated man like him. Will it fit?

All you did was try to help him fit in, get to know him a little — if you had known what he truly felt, you would’ve avoided having your mouth stuffed full, unremittingly pounding your throat until you can no longer count your heartbeat with his shallow thrusts.

Bless your ignorance.

Because he looks absolutely delectable; no wonder your hands are fondling his balls, feverishly leaning up to spread them across his flexed abdomen.

The fan above drones loudly above you, but it’s overpowered by the creaks of his rotatable chair, lewd noises of his cock hammering the back of your throat and his melodic groans. If you could record the sound, you would.

Even with the AC on, he succumbs to the heat; hurriedly placing his glasses onto the table, loosening his tie, and popping a few buttons of his shirt open, running a warm hand through his once nicely groomed hair.

Ten minutes into adjusting around his size, with hollowed cheeks and a mouth eagerly wrapped around his girth, he’s completely unravelled.

Kento’s hand keeps you pressed down, holding you still as he thrusts his cock into your mouth, refusing you to let you show a hint of hesitation about this. Completely flushed — cheeks burning red, hands sweaty and tremulous against your scalp, and he can’t inhibit the groans escaping his mouth. 

“I really had to stuff your mouth to get you to stay quiet, hm?” he crustily mutters, easing his grip on your hair to let you control the flow of your motions. You squeeze the base of his cock tightly, bobbing up and down until slobber glides down your fist. “And you’re just taking it.”

He’s saying anything at this point, and he’s never spoken so much.

Your eyes are brimmed with tears, sliding down the corner of your eyes whenever he fastens his pace, chasing the sensation of your throat closing in on him. “Stop moving,” he orders, holding you still once again to ram into your mouth with the utmost neediness, cursing under breath. “Fuck.”

His head lolls backwards, overwhelmed, and when he looks down, he carefully plucks an eyelash that lands on your cheek. It smoothly shifts into cupping your cheek, reciprocating your voracious stare as his cock continues to be engulfed in your spit — glistening under the illumination of your computer screens.

Kento doesn’t let your mouth rest, even if there is a strain on your jaw because he wants the spit to trickle from the corners of your mouth, wants you to gag pathetically around his cockhead.

“I should fuck your throat until you lose your voice,” he mindlessly utters, wiping the sweat from your forehead. “That’ll do it… hm—I’ll fuck you speechless, would you like that?”

You senselessly moan at his vulgar words, locking your thighs together to alleviate the ache in your cunt, throbbing.

His eyebrows furrow, and his lips upturn just slightly. “You do, don’t you? Sick, sick girl,” he tuts disapprovingly, clasping both of his hands over your head, stilling your motions so he can thrust upwards mercilessly. His jaw is clenched tightly, trying to level his laboured breathing, nearing his climax. “Maybe you planned this. You wanted me to shut you up.”

Kento’s voice breaks at the end of his short tirade, slumping against the chair as he finally breaks eye contact, head lolling back. His groans become progressively louder, bordering pathetic moans that you would’ve never expected to hear fall from his mouth, and there’s a string of curses before he’s desperately rutting his hips up.

Before you can even blink your tears away, a rush of warm heat spills down your throat. “Fuck. Fuck me.”

You’re unable to see how his face contorts, with his head hanging above his backrest, so you focus on the way he deeply swallows, heaving slowly as he tries to regain his breath. But then he looks down, staring intensely; releases his grip on you, and the lewd gaze shared is disrupted by your respite, choking on the contents he unforgivingly spurted down your throat. Heavy panting swells out of your chest.

Kento examines the mess he’d made of you, drool and his seed coating your lips to your chin, webbed eyelashes and now he’s deciding something: he wants more.

He has to have more.

And you’re speechless for a while, but the silence is too painful. “Kento—”

“Don’t,” he interrupts, grabbing your chin and meeting you at eye-level. Who exactly is this man? “Did I not warn you enough?”

“Someone could walk in — what are you doing?”

He hauls you up by your forearm, knees quaking until you’ve stumbled into his firm chest, abruptly bent over your desk table; shock rattles you when your face is suddenly planted to the cold surface, hands sprayed across to lessen the impact. “Kento — mhpm!”

His tie suddenly muffled your words, crumpled so far into your mouth that it earned a pool of saliva behind your tongue. “Told you to keep quiet. Why won’t you listen to me?”

One hand hastily reaches to grab your wrists, tying them behind your back. From your peripheral vision, you can see him staring down at you with a carnal impetus. The hand that isn’t constraining your movements wanders across the hem of your mid-length skirt, hunching it up until he exposes your underwear; your simple noises are tuned out by Kento, who suddenly smacks your ass to shut you up once again.

Yet, those muffled whines are billowed when he tugs your underwear down until it falls to your ankles. “I’ve been sitting next to a needy slut this entire time. Did you miss me?”

He knows it’s all rhetorical — if you were given the chance to respond, you still wouldn’t be able to utter a coherent response. Not when he’s running his fingers along your sodden slit, rubbing your clit delicately.

“You wanted my attention this badly. You have it,” he huffs, teasing your cunt with his elaborate caresses. “Look at the mess you’re making.”

Two fingers suddenly sink in, twisting and curving deliberately as he relishes the honeyed, filthy slick soaking him knuckle-deep, stretching against the erratic clenches. Your eyes roll, mouthing mindlessly at his polka-dot tie. It earns a few muffled moans before he’s slipping them out, barely having the patience to stretch you out — a much thicker rod slowly easing into your tight cunt.

The number of pleas that escape this crumpled tie isn’t missed by Kento, who hazes out a light chuckle. “You’re a difficult one.”

It’s difficult to keep quiet when he’s halfway through, nestled in your spongy walls before he pulls out slightly, just to slam back in. Your head nearly thumps against the desk wall, kept secure by the iron-clad grip on your wrists. His tie is literally doused in your spit because of your wanton moans — there’s so much wetness, on your face, in your mouth, in your cunt — it’s suffocating, and it feels madly amazing.

You can’t string a single thought together and Kento is borderline delirious, gliding across your walls with the utmost neediness, dismissing the commotion being caused; the desk weakening under his thrusts, deep grunts and pornographic moans reverberating the empty floor.  

“Just a bunch of nothing in my ear—every—fucking—day,” Kento rants, and every now and then, he’ll slow his thrusts, carefully angling his cock to gently stroke your sweet spot. You squeal at the sudden titillating burst of sensation; it earns noisier moans, a tighter squeeze around his girthy cock and he resumes his unremitting pace. “You drive me crazy.”

You’re drunk on his cock, barely registering his mean words but rather how hot he sounds with this much lust and irritation accumulated in his chest. You take his outlet, no matter how furious he might sound, and take the fullness of his cock battering your insides as if you were made for him. Too focused on trying to breathe right while he bottoms out completely, so deep that you can nearly feel him in your stomach — if that were possible.

It's so good — spurring you to say his name, tell him it’s too much, he’s too deep, that he needs to slow down, and go faster — it only comes out as a muffle. “Still want to talk? Even when I’m this deep? What else do you want?”

Kento leans down to clasp at your quivering chin, showing you the fury in his eyes down, coupled with a delirious hunger and his lips hover your gagged mouth, still carefully fucking into your pussy.

“Sluts like you can’t be helped.”

Your eyebrows crease in confusion, wondering what he’s implying but when he gently sighs, slipping out to leave you hollow and needy, his tie suffers another onslaught of protests. “No—mhpm—please—”

“Please what?” he refuses to take his tie out of your mouth, and any attempt at trying to sound coherent beyond this fabric falls short so your lidded eyes flutter lustfully, hoping he’ll take your silence as an answer. It takes a few moments before he’s satisfied. “Good answer.”

With no warning, he slams into you once again. Harder, this time.

His hands, pressed so tightly against your hips that’ll definitely leave marks, carefully keeps you aligned with his swift thrusts, making sure every grind perfectly budges your sweet spot. And it does. Even in a rush of anger, Kento understands your body far better than anyone you’ve ever slept with.

He can’t help but smack at the ripples on your ass that follow every bruising thrust, testing your endurance but it only earns a pitifully loud moan. “Sounds like you like that,” Kento hums, following each strike with a soft caress. “Of course, you do.”

When he finally has enough, his hand slips beneath you, reaching out to press rapid circles around your throbbing nub.

The sated heat spreads as he bullies that spot, fucking you so good that it no longer crosses your mind that you’re still in the office. And he can tell — the way you’re clamping down on him gives it away, and he’s shamelessly grunting at how your wet, spongy walls close in around him, practically sucking him in.

You can’t warn him — eyes blurred by tears and throat parched, hand restricted, unable to let him know that you might pass out with how hard this orgasm might hit you. He knows, fucking you with a rigorous pace that makes you think he might’ve been faking his chronic lethargy.

Kento suddenly wants you closer, lifting you up so your back is pressed against his chest, and his ragged breaths exhume across your cheek, placing your leg on the table to keep his unforgiving pace uninterrupted. His hand wraps your waist, letting your hands go.

His hand wanders shamelessly, to your neck, your breast and back to your swollen nub. “Close?”

With a feverish nod, you plant your hands on the table.

“You did good,” he mutters breathlessly. “Go on. Cum for me.”

Hand on your throat, the other rubbing relentlessly on your clit, his cock unrelenting — it’s enough to make you violently convulse, shaking with such tremor that it sends your coffee cup toppling over your table, his glasses following shortly after. The rush of heat spreads across your entire body, rendering you numb as you release all you have on his cock.

He presses open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder, carefully fucking you through your orgasm. Kento whispers sweet nothings, praises your resolve as you come down from your high, huffing over your cheek. He leads you to your chair, letting you slump against it as you try to regain your composure.

Then he orders: “Open your legs.”

Kento reads your face; every twist and turn that implies your mind is currently exploding with thoughts, preparing itself for a glut of buffering protests. He knows you’re thinking too hard about it, so he quickly acts, kneeling down to close the space between the two of you and gently clasps your chin to direct your gaze towards him.

He can’t believe it. Whenever he looked into your eyes, he’d see a cluster of thoughts and feelings until it poured out of your mouth like a torrent. Now, when he looks into your heavy-lidded eyes, all he wants to do is rid your mind of every single unbending thought until the only words you’ll ever manage to utter is his name. He’s already done it once; he can do it again.

Kento will find a way to own up to his hypocrisy the moment you learn your lesson (—yet you haven't spoken a single word).

He drones. “Hey, I’m not asking you to think about it. I’m telling you. Open them for me.”

There’s an impasse in your throat, but you’re stunned at his bluntness. Kento is so attentive and patient, duly waiting for you to listen to his command. So, you listen, and when you do, his eyes slowly and insatiably trail down to the space between your legs, staring until your thighs press into the armrests.

He can see the slick run down your inner thighs. It’s still stifled by his tie but said as clear as day. “Kento.”

“Shush,” he hushes quietly, sliding his hand between your thighs. A heavy exhale escapes your chest when he runs his fingers across your slit again. “We can’t have you walking out like this, can we?”

He scoops the slick up with his digits, easing them back inside of your cunt, watches intently at it closes around him. His cock profusely leaks at the sight. Kento leans down to press his sweet lips around your swollen nub, earning a lecherous moan that bleeds through his tie. He reaches down to stroke his cock as he devours your cunt with his mouth; slurps and smacks huffed beneath your skirt like a man parched.

It's just to clean you up a little — aftercare, he thinks.

But he’s selfish.

When he’s satiated, he leans up.

Your eyes widen, lingering on the slick around his lips; his hair is a mess too, looks completely delirious, unlike his usual, composed state, all because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Kento slowly takes his tie out of your mouth, observing how drenched it is, and you sharply inhale the whiff of cold air that hits the back of your throat.

“You’re sweet,” he mutters, folding his soaked tie and shoving into his pocket. “But please, shut up.”

Too dazed to process his back-handed sentiment, you watch as he adjusts his attire, slowly picking his glasses up from the floor, and putting them on. “I’ll keep quiet,” you murmur, with no bite — feeble, “—not just now. All the time. Don’t go.”

He adjusts his cuffs, and picks up your underwear, stuffing them into the same pocket. “You’re still talking, aren’t you?” He stands up, places a hand on your head, making sure you look up at him with that docile look and a surge of arousal returns, tenfold. Looks at his watch and decides that he still has time. “We’re far from done.”

It’s a quiet morning — you’re exhausted, depleted by the … tireless night you both had. But Kento is stoic, typing away next to you and paying careful attention to the documents in front of him.

You hadn’t noticed how much you spoke until your colleagues started to stare. “Hey, are you okay?”

One of them asks, concerned. You stare at them, perplexed by their question but just before you speak, you turn to Kento who doesn’t seem fazed or even remotely notices the conversation ensuing beside him.

Still, you’re spurred to keep your mouth shut — last night’s lesson still ingrained in your mind (—and your cunt).

You quickly turn to your co-worker, and nod zealously, returning to the task at hand. She appears surprised but doesn’t push.

You briefly stare down at the coffee stain on the carpet, recalling the events of last night. It’s all you can think about.

When you’re at the printer, waiting for a few papers to process, Kento walks by. Suppose this is why work relationships are so complicated. All you want is for him to fuck you right here, on this printer, in front of everyone—

You’re so deep in thought, you don’t realise he’s calling out your name.

“Hm?”

Kento peers down at you with that gaze; alluring and concerned all at once. “For the coffee,” he hands you a brand-new coffee cup, referring to the one that was dropped after the fuss caused last night, on that table. He’s such a gentleman. Fuck me. He exhales through his nose. “Maybe another time.”

“What?” you ask, concerned that you might’ve let your thoughts slip.

“You said that out loud.” He simply says. Oh.

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I was just saying anything. Right—sorry—I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

He fights a smile. “No. Actually, I was pretty interested about your solo travelling around Malaysia,” he recalls, referring to one of your many babbles last night (—that wasn't punished by his dick, not that you’re complaining). He indulged in three hours of bed-time talk before you finally slept but most if it fell into a vague memory. You never realised you spoke for that long — it's all coming back now but you’re surprised that he even remembers. “I’d like to know more.”

“Really?” you ask, trying to conceal your giddiness. “Well, I’m free after work.”

“Good.” He simply nods, preparing to go back to his desk. He stills for a moment, “—we can worry about, um—fucking—later.”

Your eyes widen, looking around the office to make sure no one overhears your conversation, turning away to hide your embarrassment. He walks back to his desk, not without you peeking a few glances here and there, completely smitten with the man you’re so desperate to know more about.

“Hey,” one of your co-workers’ paces towards you. “Did you drop your coffee last night?”

a/n: i need to log off

[lasciviouspoison]

omg! my boyfriend is a big sexy boxer!

oh em gee, happy kinktobaaaaaa!!!!!! lmfao, here’s a small gift from me :)

i got kinda carried away with this plot line, lol. tw: tojixchubby!reader, boxer!toji, implied black/poc!reader, implied age gap (reader in early 20s, toji late 20s/early 30s), afab reader, oral sex (f receiving), pussydrunk!toji, cockdrunk!reader, hints of self insert (sorry :/ ) and anything else i might’ve forgotten! love ya, mwah!

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toji fushiguro was one of the best heavyweight boxers of the current day. he was agile, extremely strong, and never lacked in stamina. he was a staggering 6’3 and was over 250 pounds of pure muscle. littered in tattoos from head to toe, toji was a force to be reckoned with.

not to mention, he was hot as fuck. almost every hour on the hour, there was someone on the internet raving about how sexy he was. he had literally gotten invited to read dirty tweets not once, but twice because of the general influx of them.

however, no one other than those closest to toji knew about you.

you, the pretty journalist who he had seen at his first press release for the upcoming fight. he was taken aback by your casualness. while the majority your peers wore ugly suits and skirts, you were simply dressed in baggy jeans and a t-shirt. your curly hair was down, slightly touching your shoulder blades and he could see the tattoos you had up your arm and neck.

toji’s mouth watered at the sight of you. he couldn’t wait for the moment in which you raised your hand to ask him a question out of those pretty pouty lips.

after the release, he made it a point to ask his manager, shiu, to call you into the back for an “exclusive interview” with the most successful fighter on the block.

and by interview, i mean toji asked you for your number and you, albeit anxiously, agreed.

and four months later, he’s been stuck to you like glue. he’s taken you on so many dates, he always pops in to see you whenever he has the time after training, and he just recently popped the question, asking you to officially be his partner.

however, toji also does the best he can to not prematurely intertwine his life with yours.

you were still a college student, finally making your way to the end of your junior year. your life was slow and steady, yet exciting. you had a few great friends who supported you through everything, yet, they still knew nothing about your little rendezvous with toji.

meanwhile, everything was about to change at toji’s most recent weigh-in. after his opponent and himself stepped on the scale, the promoters decided it would be a good idea to bring the two back out and open the floor for questions.

of course you were in the crowd, not only to support your man, which felt amazing to finally say, but to watch and learn from your mentor. however, to everyone’s surprise, toji’s opponent had an announcement to make before the questions began.

he stood up and gave the crowd and smile before pointing directly at you, “everyone see that beautiful lady right there? i’m gonna beat the shit outta this man over here and take her home with me afterwards. ya like the sound of that sweetheart?”

toji’s eyes immediately found yours and once he seen them begin to gloss over, he couldn’t help but find himself running out of his chair, attempting to prematurely pummel his opponent. while both security teams tried to hold him back, you were being escorted out of the area and into the back rooms.

shortly after, your face was all over media outlets as they attempted to figure out who you were and your association to toji.

which brings us to now.

“baby please, talk to me. m’beggin here”. toji’s been standing outside of his master bathroom for a total of 20 minutes attempting to get you to at least calm down. you had been crying since the weigh-in, refusing to see him. the only reason you were here was because shiu redirected your driver back to toji’s home without your knowledge.

“go away! go get ready for your fight and leave me alone!” you could admit you sounded childish, but you didn’t care. it was one thing to be publicly embarrassed like that, but to now have the whole world know that you were somehow connected to toji was awful. you wanted to do that on your own terms, especially since the two of you are just barely reaching the “official” stage in your relationship.

toji grabbed the locked door knob and twisted, “yn please just come out and talk to me. lemme help you, baby, please.” while toji prided himself on never begging for anything, you were an exception to the rule.

suddenly the door swung open and he was met with your puffy red eyes and lips. despite knowing the weight of the situation, he couldn’t help but feel his dick twitch upon seeing how beautiful you looked after crying. he’d be sure to tell you that later.

“there’s nothing you can do. everyone’s gonna figure out i’m your girlfriend and my life is gonna be turned upside down”. you could feel your throat begin to constrict once again. all you wanted was to crawl into a hole and never come back up.

toji stroked your hair and brought you to his chest, “i can’t make that go away baby, and i’m sorry. but what i can do is try to make this as seamless as possible for you. things don’t have to change overnight, we can still go slow”.

he could feel you shake your head, “it’s not gonna work like that toji, you and i both know that. my fucking mom has already called me to ask about us and i don’t know what to tell her.”

toji cocked his head to the side and scrunched his brows, “tell her we’re together?”

you pushed him back and little and laughed, “oh my god toji, are you fucking dense? you’re missing the point.”

he wanted to kick himself for being so careless. obviously toji knew that the situation ran deeper than the two of you simply dating. but, he at least figured that you wouldn’t be scared to tell your mom.

alas, he was wrong.

toji took a deep breath, “don’t cuss at me when i haven’t cussed at you. i’m trying to help and you’re throwing a tantrum. the situation isn’t fair to either of us yn, and we both know it.”

you gave him one more good look before you took a step back into the bathroom and slammed the door in his face.

~~~

the fight was in 20 minutes and toji’s heart was pounding. his adrenaline was rushing throughout his body and all he could think of was your crying face and what that ugly fucker said to you earlier.

in every sense of the word, he was pissed.

he had left you back in the hands of your mentor, granting the two of you front row seats. although you could feel everyone’s eyes staring at the back of your head, you held your composure.

you could feel your mentor squeeze your hand, “i know it’s not my place, but don’t beat yourself up over what happened earlier yn, especially if you’re happy. if the two of you are together, just leave it at that. you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone, i promise.”

you reached over and gave her a hug, letting yourself finally feel the embrace of someone who cared about you. however, the sweet moment was interrupted when the announcer came out to introduce toji’s opponent.

you felt like a fish being gutted while watching him walk down the isle. his entourage behind him, making him look even weaker than he was. and the most disgusting part was him catching your eye after bouncing around the stage and winking.

toji swore he was gonna kill him. he was gonna rip his gloves off with his teeth and jam his thumbs into his eyes. taunting him was different, it was part of the sport. but making a show out of his lady was something that toji was gonna lay his ass out for.

everyone watched as the announcer made his way back into the middle of the ring and grabbed the microphone to speak once more, “ladies and gentleman! please give it up for your reigning heavyweight champion, toji fushiguro!”

the screams from the crowd jolted your body awake, firing your adrenaline on all cylinders. it was at this moment when you realized you were dating toji-fucking -fushiguro and you weren’t gonna let his scum of an opponent make you feel any less because of it.

when toji got to the ring, he removed his robe and only glared at his opponent. it was scarier than seeing him move around with the crowd because to the three of you, this was way more than a fight.

you don’t know what caused you to do it, but you walked up to the ring and called out his name. he started to squat down to speak to you, but instead watched you climbed inside to stand before him. he could see that you had your hands bawled up beside your hips and he laughed a little.

you looked at his opponent and back at him. finally, you slung your arm around him and pulled him in to where only he could hear you, “put his ass to sleep for me toji” and with a kiss to his cheek, you made your descent out of the ring.

suddenly toji was ablaze. in an instant, he transformed from his regular, stern self to the fighter, entertainer, and winner. everyone that could see him on the Jumbotron and television could see that whatever you had said to him was gonna determine the fate of this match.

~~~

2 rounds, 4 minutes and 29 seconds was all it took for toji to lay his opponent out flat. he didn’t need confirmation from the referee before he spit out his mouth guard and roared at the crowd. he could see you standing there in awe at him and it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

eventually, toji was allowed to say his peace before existing the ring and of course, the world waited at the edge of their seats for the update on what was seen earlier.

toji couldn’t even think straight when it came time for him to talk. the only thing on his mind was you. ynynynyn was all that kept replaying in his mind before he said this, “i want the entire fucking world to know that she’s my girl. she’s been mine since i first seen her and i wouldn’t want it any other way. baby, i love you.”

by this point, you were backstage with his team watching his commentary on a flatscreen. all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around him, but that would have to wait a little longer.

finally, toji walked into the back room, fully changed out of his fighting clothes, and all but stalked his way to you. he embraced you so tightly, you felt like he could snap you in half.

you pulled away from him and and pecked his cheek, “you love me toji?”.

he shook his head, “since the day i met you.”

and while tears were beginning to well in your eyes, toji was throwing you over his shoulder and heading towards his car. with the shouts of his team behind him, the only thing on his mind was getting you home and fucking you till you cried.

he sped home in dangerous silence, alternating from his hand gently squeezing your thigh to slightly rubbing this thumb up as high as you’d allow.

he didn’t even bother to park correctly before he flung his door open. toji sprinted to your side and lifted you out. you could hear his heavy breathing as he traveled through his penthouse lobby and into the elevator.

he body caged you in and his breath fanned your nose. “don’t mean to be rough. hope i’m not scarin ya” he chuckled out.

“no baby. you’re not scaring me at all.” he was, in fact, doing the opposite. you were so turned on, you hoped it wasn’t leaking through your jeans.

toji gripped your face and kissed you roughly. it was much different from the small kisses you shared, but neither of you cared. before separating for air, he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled, groaning at the sight of how innocent you looked.

after the long awaited ding of the elevator, toji grabbed your arm and pulled you towards his door.

he slung you inside and tossed you over his shoulder, once again, as he led you to the bedroom.

he gently set you down on the bed and removed his black hoodie, exposing his tattooed body. you could still see how hard he was breathing and touched his stomach to try and call him down. yet even from that innocent little touch, he was all the more hard at the sight of you.

he wordlessly took off your shoes and stood up to kiss you again. you could feel him unbuckle your jeans and your hands made their way to his pants. he moved one hand to yours and removed them from his sweats, causing you to pull back from his mouth.

the confusion lacing your face was so cute, but he needed to take his time with you. “this ain’t about me sweet girl, g’nna take my time with you and this pretty body. ‘kay?”

without giving you a chance to respond, he finally pulled your pants off in one go, and kneeled between your legs. he brought his knuckle up to your pretty pink panties and nudged at the wet spot. he licked his lips slightly and kissed your thigh.

“gonna let me eat this pretty pussy baby, yeah? wanna feel my tongue don’cha?” he was softly moving your panties to the side and groaned at the sight. your fat pussy was so pretty. cunt so puffy and wet for him, he had to get a taste.

“please toji, just touch me” you whined and toji didn’t need to hear anything else. he pulled your panties fully off and lapped at your clit like a kitten while his fingers made way to your entrance. he pushed his fingers in and you all but screamed, one hand gripping his hair while the other interlocked with his.

toji could die in your cunt and not complain. this was his own personal heaven and he swore to kill the next person who even tried to look at you funny. “yer pussy’s so sweet baby. could eat it all night if ya let me.”

he latched back onto your clit and sucked hard. his middle finger was hitting that spot you could never reach yourself and you felt euphoric. your thick thighs twitched on either side of his head, but toji didn’t care. his only focus was getting you to cum on his tongue.

he could hear your whimpers get louder and your cunt clench against his finger. he knew you were close and didn’t wanna waste anymore time.

“cum for me sweet girl. wanna taste it mama please.”

and you came, hard. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you were gripping the covers so tightly you swore you’d put holes into it. toji was desperately trying to keep your legs open so he could continue to ravage your cunt, but he eventually opted to rubbing your precious clit while looking at your face.

he loved the sight of you coming down from your high. you looked exactly how you did after you finished crying and toji could feel his dick get impossibly harder in his pants.

he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip causing your tongue to jut out and lick. you tilted your head up a bit and sucked his thumb into your mouth, being sure to release it with a pop.

“want you to fuck me toji. please fuck me. wanna feel it in me”, you all but whined out.

he looked at you starry eyed and placed his hand on your tummy. “you wanna feel me right here baby? want me deep in your little cunny, ain’t that right” he smiled and slapped your ass.

before you could respond, toji reached for your shirt and lifted it above your head. he watched you unclasp your bra and toss it across the room. it was the first time toji had seen your beautiful, chubby body and he couldn’t be more ecstatic. you were so beautiful and he was so happy he could publically call you his.

he slipped his sweats and boxers down in one go. he reached towards his nightstand and pulled out a condom. after ripping it open with his teeth, he rolled it on and positioned himself toward your entrance.

you backed away a bit and he gripped your leg, “don’t run from me. lemme have it”.

you shook your head slightly and looked up at him wide eyed, “s’not gonna fit”.

he laughed a little and leaned down toward your neck, “i’ll make it fit, pretty”. and began to push the tip in.

he was big like you expected, but he did a considerable amount of prep to make this pleasurable for you and him.

he could feel you claw at his back and his teeth grit together. he wanted to push all the way in and fuck you stupid, but he knew he needed to go slow. it was your first time with him and he wanted to make it as special as it could be.

after fully sheathing himself in your cunt, he let out a quick “fuck” before looking into your eyes.

those beautiful e/c eyes he loved looking into so much. so teary and full of pleasure, “want me to move?”

you let out a small yes and toji rocked his hips slightly. he gripped onto the headboard above your head and sped up a little, not wanting to overwhelm you.

eventually, those small, soft strokes weren’t doing enough for you, causing you to get restless. you pushed your hips towards him and whined, “fuck me harder toji!” and that was all it took for him to fuck you like a mad man.

his hand left the headboard and pushed your thighs wider. the weight of toji on your body mixed with his heavy thrusts almost knocked the wind out of you. you were moaning and whimpering and toji loved the sight.

at some point, toji grabbed your leg and angled your anklet clad foot towards his head. he kissed your ankle before smiling down at you, which caused your pussy to gush around his cock.

he could feel your cunt start to pulsate again, all the while toji was reaching his limit too. he wanted you to cum with him, even if he had to withhold his orgasm a bit longer.

he started thumbing your clit while his body pushed your lifted leg further back, allowing him to hit a new spot within your gummy walls. you could feel the slight curve in his dick and it was driving you insane.

you looked up at him and he began to speak. “want you to cum with me baby. can you do that f’r me?”

you shook your head yes embarrassingly fast and toji rubbed your pussy just a tad bit faster.

you moaned and grabbed toji’s shoulders, “‘m gonna cum toji. i’m gonna cum. oh my god ‘m cummin- oh!” toji felt your release on his abdomen and with a loud groan, he released shortly after you.

he let you grind on his cock while you rode out your shared orgasm. he felt like he had died and went to heaven because of your pussy, and slowly but surely, he came down to witness you still twitching and shaking.

he rubbed your face gently and spoke softly, “c’mon baby. come back to me” he repeated his words until you finally let out a deep breath and weakly smiled.

he pulled out of you with a hiss and tied off the condom before disposing of it. he lifted you out of the bed and brought you to the bathroom before running you a nice warm bath. he filled the tub with bubbles and set you in gently before going to clean up the mess you two had made.

once toji came back, he washed you, lotioned you up and dressed you in a big shirt of his and boxers.

as he finally laid you down to sleep, you felt him kiss your forehead. while you knew things would never go back to the way they were, it didn’t matter because now the world knew that toji was, and always will be, yours.

[lasciviouspoison]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ my girl — nanami kento

summary: you know the kid that kento mentors has a little crush on you; why wouldn't you use that to your advantage?

contents: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, brat taming, possessive sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, pet names, praise, dom nanami, jealousy, ino has the hots for you, unprotected sex, kinda deg, slight dumbification, um i think that's it clearly i am so desperate for nanami and i haven't even watched the new episode — 2.3k

under the table, you slide your palm up kento’s thigh as he speaks.

he's explaining something about sorcerer politics that you’re not really interested in hearing about, not when there’s an ache between your thighs that he refused to take care of before you left, and his sleeves are rolled up in the way he knows drives you crazy. 

across from the two of you, ino sits, attentively listening to your husband as, every few seconds, his eyes subtly slide over to you, the pink flush on his cheeks returning each time he glances at the soft smile that rests on your glossy lips. 

ino’s crush on you is no secret. he is, really, quite obvious about how much he wants your attention.

of course, he knows about you and kento, has known since he first set eyes on you at a sorcerers’ meeting and asked you, slyly, if you were single.

kento had come up behind you not a moment later, smiling with a golden band on his ring finger, asking ino if he forgot to introduce his wife. 

and though the younger sorcerer respects nanami, perhaps more than anyone, it does little to quell the attraction he has for his wife… especially since you are so insistent on teasing the poor kid at every chance you get. 

you can’t help it, really, when it riles kento up so easily. the way he vibrates under his skin with anger, irritated that another person could ever think of his wife in any manner that is less than respectable. 

kento sets your hand gently back down on your lap, jaw clenching as his fingers twist around your wrist tightly. though he hides his irritation well, you can tell from the sharp glint in his eye, the tension in his shoulders, that it is getting the best of him. 

your husband may be sweet, a lover that never acts rashly out of anger, but he has a possessive streak he’s never been very good at taming. 

as kento stiffens, you smile sweetly at ino, who exhales heavily, shifting all of his attention on your husband. though, you are staring him down, listening attentively to every word that he says.

while ino speaks, you slide your hand back over kento’s thigh, vying for his attention. he clears his throat, a warning, as he grips your wrist once more and pushes you away.

it won’t be much longer before he snaps. kento's sitting straighter, back taut as he focuses his gaze sharply on the younger man across from him. whatever the two of them are speaking about is dull, repetitive talk about work that you are bored of. 

“so, ino,” you finally ask, the lull in the conversation that you've been waiting for. you speak up before kento can ask any more questions about the sorcerer’s progress. “any pretty sorcerers caught your eye?” you lean froward with a small grin, your breasts fully on display as you set your chin in your palm. “surely someone as charming as you already has a girlfriend."

ino turns red then, a flush spreading from every corner as he tries, so hard, not to let his eyes fall. you admire the effort, really, even though kento catches the moment the younger man's gaze drops, the half second he stares at your tits and squirms in his seat. 

“n-no,” ino stutters, nervous for the first time in this conversation; he is usually so loud and outspoken, never feeling shy about the words that leave his lips. “can’t seem to find many sorcerers my age.” 

you laugh. it’s true that there are few sorcerers from his year, but you know it is the wrong thing to say.

anger radiates off your husband, and with a sense of satisfaction, you trace your fingers back up his thigh before grinning, batting your eyelashes at ino.

“why not go for someone older, then?” you ask, palming a hand over the steadily growing bulge in kento’s pants

ino chokes, and kento grabs your hand roughly, shoving your fist back onto his lap as he steadies all his anger and buries it down.

“excuse me,” kento suddenly interrupts, and his voice is so calm, so smooth, that its almost like nothing is out of the ordinary. he slides out of the booth, running a palm over his slacks, palms sweaty from his annoyance. “i just remembered i’ve got an important phone call to make. could we put a pause on this conversation?” he is so polite as he nods his head, and ino blinks, looks between the two of you, uncertain if he’s done something wrong. 

“of course,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “take you time.” 

“would you come with me, sweetheart?” kento turns to you then, and he sounds normal, like there’s nothing wrong, but his hands flex at his side, and his eyes are narrowed almost imperceptibly.

kento’s mad, and you know you’re fucked; but you can't help the desire that sits heavily in your stomach, the way you’re already soaking your panties, wanting him inside you. 

“sure, ken.” you nod, smiling at him. “sorry, ino, we’ll back right back.”

you stand next to your husband, who places a heavy hand on your shoulder, a warning. but you love the feeling of his skin on your own and it does little to stop your teasing; it only makes you want him more. 

ino says nothing as kento leads you around the restaurant, takes you to the back of the shop where there are two single-person bathrooms. one is occupied, and the other, empty. 

the two of you go inside.

“are you trying to embarrass me?” kento says angrily, shoving you into the bathroom as he locks the door behind him, his eyes hungry at the sight of your flushed cheeks, the way you are already so desperate for him. he pushes you towards the sink, eyes flashing as you reach for him, hastily undoing his tie. “you’re acting like a fucking brat whose husband doesn’t know how fuck her right.”

“maybe you don’t,” you counter, yanking off his tie so you can unbutton his shirt, slide your hands across the expanse of his chest. god, you want him so fucking bad. you’re aching, arousal pooling in your panties as your husband lifts you, shoves you back onto the sink. “you wouldn’t even take care of me before you left—“ 

“don’t start.” he glares and unzips his slacks to free his half-hard cock, stroking it as you try to get your hands on him. though that attempt is feeble as kento grabs both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. with the other, he hikes your dress up, pushing it along your smooth thighs.

his voice is low and dangerous, deepening as he dances fingertips along your skin. “you’re so fucking desperate for attention that you’ll take it from anyone.” he pins you with his hard gaze, and you’re hot all over, legs shaking with anticipation. “i bet you like that he wants to fuck you so bad, even when you know i can fuck you better.”

you whimper, eyelids fluttering as kento reaches under your dress to pull down your panties.

“prove it, then” you say, and you know you’re only digging yourself a deeper hole, annoying him further as you grope at him. you squirm, trying to release your wrists from his hold, but he’s so strong; you’re only left a writhing mess under his touch. “i want you, kento.” 

“yeah?” he asks, yanking your panties roughly down your thighs, the pair that has already been soaked through. “if i give you what you want, will you sit there quietly like a good girl, and stop flirting with the kid who wants something he can’t have?” 

the tone sends aching need throughout you, and the commanding presence of his voice is almost too much. “i promise,” you say, shaking as you lock your heels around his hips. “please.” 

“please,” kento repeats mockingly, eyes hard as he slips a finger inside of you. he slides right in, barely needing to prep you before he fucks you. “you should be embarrassed; you’re this fucking wet just from looking at me." his eyes harden. "so impatient that you can’t even wait until we get home.” 

“i’ve been patient all day,” you say, high-pitched, but you’re quickly silenced as kento slides in and out of you, setting a steady pace while his thick fingers squelch inside your aching pussy. “need you to—“ 

“stop making demands." he releases your wrists to place a hand on your hips, stop you from fucking yourself on his fingers. “shouldn’t even be giving you what you want, but i can’t help myself. you’re so pretty, so desperate to have my cock inside you that you can’t even sit still.” 

“kento, fuck,” you groan, grabbing his shoulders as he stretches his fingers deeper inside you, past the walls that clamp down on him. in a desperation to keep quiet, you try to kiss him, moan into his mouth so no one else can hear you. 

but he grips your hair tightly, pulls you away from his lips as you moan, loudly, into the tight space of the bathroom. “nice try.” his fingers pump in and out of your soaked cunt. “but i want everyone to hear those pretty sounds, sweetheart. need them to know who’s fucking the brat out of you.” 

you try to pull him towards you, shift him closer with your ankles. “kento—”

“louder.” 

“kento, fuck, baby, please. i want you so bad, i love you—” you’re almost screaming, desperate to cum as his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, and not enough for you to find complete release.

but you’re squeezing so tightly around his fingers that he must know you’re close, even as he pulls out of you, the juices from your need for him soaking his knuckle. 

finally, he smiles at you, softly.

“there’s my good girl,” he says, and it reminds you why you never want anyone else but him, why you need him, desperately, all the time. kento’s cock is already aching, leaking, and he forces it into you without warning, grunting into your neck. “sometimes, you're just so fucking stupid when you want my cock.” 

you nod, whimpering out a breathy moan as he thrusts into you, hard and rough, still holding you by the hair so you can’t kiss him, even as much as you want to. 

you’re so hot all over, skin burning as he stretches you. “please, let me cum, ken,” you say, and there’s tears in your eyes; you’re so close, but you want to be good for him, want to show him how much you love him. 

he hums against your neck, watches you writhe as he forces himself deeper into you, burying his cock in your pussy completely.

you can’t help the sinful noises that leave your throat, echoing down the vents to the kitchen, to the dining room. and maybe everyone in the restaurant can hear your husband fucking you, but you don’t care, not when you’ve waited this long for him to be inside you. 

“so pretty,” he says, sharply, and finally, he lets his hands fall from your hair, holds your hips instead, bringing you harder onto his cock. 

a tear rolls down your cheek and you bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming, whimpering at the aching pleasure in your entire body. 

“you’re mine,” kento says, kissing you sloppily, hungrily as you thread your fingers through his hair. his tip brushes the sensitive spot inside you, and you're not sure how much longer you can stop yourself from cumming. “mine, mine, mine. no one else should ever get to fucking look at you if they can’t tell who you belong to.” 

“i don’t want anyone but you,” you say, and you’re almost shouting, saliva all over your mouth as you drool from his harsh kisses. "i'm yours, kento."

you feel him smile against your lips. “that’s my girl,” he says, voice rough as he grips you tightly, nearing his own orgasm. “you wanna cum, pretty? make a mess on my my cock, sweetheart. i’m so close.” 

his thrusts grow sloppy, and you grip his shoulders as he fucks deep into you cunt, forcefully, and, finally, you cry out, toes curling as you cum, hard, around him.

kento’s face is flushed, sweat at his hairline as his tips edges against your cervix, almost painfully, before he’s toppling over the edge, biting down hard on your shoulder with a groan. hot ropes spill into your cunt, and you're still writhing, moaning from sensitivity as his warm seed settles deep within you. 

he’s so pretty; you kiss him over and over, the loose hair that sticks to his forehead, the flush on his cheeks. “mmm,” you hum, tasting the coffee on his tongue. “love you so much, kento,” 

“you say that now,” he says curtly, slowly dragging himself out of your tight walls. “but wait until we get home.” 

already, your pussy aches again, and you’re too warm, sweating as kento fixes his hair in the mirror. 

you try to slide your panties back on, reach for where they've pooled at your ankles, but kento is faster. he yanks them away, folds them up nicely to tuck into his pocket. 

“kento—”

“leave them off,” he says, sniffing as his cheeks slowly return to their normal color. “maybe ino will stop thinking about fucking my wife if he sees my cum running down her thighs.” 

you stare at him, blinking, but you don’t have the energy or the willpower to fight anymore. instead, you obey, standing as a mix of kento's cum and your own juices seep onto your inner thigh, creating a sticky mess between your legs.

your husband unlocks the door, and you follow him back into the dining room, where ino is subtly sliding back into the booth, his cheeks red, a bulge obvious in his pants. he glances between the two of you with wide eyes, and darts his gaze back down between your legs, before staring at kento uncomfortably. 

“did you get your call sorted out?” he asks, and his voice is higher, squeakier as you sit down with your husband. 

kento smirks, satisfied. “it’s been taken care of.”

i need him to fuck me so bad

[lasciviouspoison]

missing him very bad rn :(

UNDERCUT

a/n: based off a tweet that said gojo would purr if u touched his undercut. listened to peace piece while writing ☆

wc: 0.7k

there is something about lying on sheets that match gojo satoru’s hair, while the gentle breeze of the autumn morning filters through your blinds. there are both birds singing in the trees and butterflies in your stomach from merely having your lover close to you; it’s second nature to wake up and crave his warmth.

undercut’s getting long. we’d have to trim it soon.

and when your silence and thoughts are interrupted by someone’s morning groans and hums from the glare of the tokyo sky, a smile naturally graces your lips. even now, your hand hasn’t stopped brushing through his locks.

“good morning, my love,” the expression he gives matches yours exactly: his chest immediately feels tight when he sees you, morning breath and all, he gets giddy and tingly and wants to kiss you all over. you’re wondering why he hasn’t done it yet.

slow like the morning, slow like these words, satoru props himself up with his elbows, easily reaching for your face before you both sink into a gentle, slow kiss. it’s so sweet that you’re sure it could turn (faux) insult into ardour and you don’t even notice you need air until the both of you break away and giggle softly at your flushed faces. 

“your undercut is growing fast, y’know. we’d have to cut it soon,” the tips of your fingers run over the short strands of hair subconsciously, mouth gaping open a little when satoru closes his eyes and hums at the feeling.

“do it again.”

you laugh, “okay,” and you do, softly guiding your hands over the fuzzy hairs and gaining content sighs and soft moans from the man. gojo has to hide in your stomach, needing to be closer to you as you continue your hypnotising gesture.

“like it when your hair’s touched, huh?” the other hums yet again.

“only when my baby’s doing it.” there’s a ghost of a smile in your stomach, possibly from hearing the flutters of the butterflies in your tummy.

his embrace tightens around you when he sits up, towering over you now as the sky turns dark for a morning shower. fickle-minded weather, satoru would say, click his tongue and shake his head and you grin harder imagining it; your lovers asks why.

“nothing, just thinking.”

“of me? you better be, darling,” gojo thumbs your waist under the shirt you’re wearing, sleep still evident in his voice in the way he slurs his words — it could also be that he’s terribly, deeply in love with you and is simply high off of your presence.

and if that wasn’t the case before, it is now when he leans in again for a rougher kiss, moaning into your mouth as you continue to stroke his undercut. he can taste the sun on your mouth and the imminent rain to come all on you.

“i love you like how poets write,” satoru whispers against your lips in between kisses, and he runs hot, the back of his neck heating up from how much he adores you; it almost burns like flames licking at paper. “how the rain chases the sun.”

gojo tears a little because how the fuck would he have gotten this much love under the home of one of the most powerful clans? essentially nothing — and now he has the closest resemblance of a deity in his arms who knows exactly how many spoons of sugar he likes in his tea and how kikufuku is made from one of his rambles.

“you’re okay, i got you.” you mumble, fingers prepared at his eyes (you heard him sniffle). “i love you too.” 

gojo’s heart is full when you reply to his confession, kissing you again (favourite thing in the world) and stifling smiles as the rain makes its first fall in the serenity of your room. he thinks of declaring his love, but is certain his love would overflow later at breakfast, at reading hour, at movie night.

satoru merely settles for calling you his sweet, sweet girl in between saccharine pecks and making sure he loves you louder than that morning downfall and every other downpour that’s sure to come.

if you know me i think you’ll know i have a problem with this gojo obsession

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drawing sona in toji's worm costume

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they get it brah

I firmly believe that Toji would be into bigger girls, not saying he wouldn't date a skinny girl, he just prefers dating at least XL or bigger. It's just something about those women that drives this man crazy, especially fucking them, It makes him go wild as he fucks into his girl's fat cunny, to see her belly jiggle from his rapid jackhammering, to rub that swollen clit to see the drool that escapes her lips. He loves marking any skin he can reach, biting on her round cheeks before kissing her breathless.

Loves to take her shopping at Big Girl Shores, and pay for her. loves sitting outside the dressing room, waiting to see her in the clothes she picked (and the skimpy ones he throws in) he can't help but smile as she twists and turns showing off the clothes. If she's too scared to wear the more revealing clothes, he'll barge in and show her how much he loves her and her plump body.

He would be supportive if she wants to get heather and go to the gym but he can't see why. he can but he loves just the way she is, he's going to make damn sure if she just wants to make herself better or if she's doing it for Society because she's not 'pretty enough'. If it's about beauty standards he's gonna fuck her brainless as he makes her list whats beautiful about her In the mirror.

He can't get enough of her softness, laying his head on her lap, stomach, chest or thighs relaxes him almost immediately. Loves to randomly pick her up and grins as she fesses that she's too 'Big'. Whatcha mean baby girl? He ain't no weak ass pussyboy. likes her sitting on his lap as he watches horse races or counting money or doing push-ups with her on his back.

He just loves them big.

Needless to say, most of my Tojj fanfics will be chubby readers

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Front view 💦 (uncensored on my patreon!)

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can we get a pervert toji? as nasty as possible :3

“ ���𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! ”

ෆ note. yehahshsbe yeeass please i love perv!toji.. :3 actually any perv!character s my weakness hehdhen i went a little wild writing this oopsie this is so detailed ohmyogddd anyways….. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. perv!toji x female reader. somnophilia, age gap (reader early 20s, toji mid 30s), panties stealer, m! masturbation, daddy kink, implied threesome, cunnilingus, breeding (talks of pregnancy), manhandling, overstimulation, size difference, cum play, boob job, name calling (slut), cervic fucking, mating press, calls you ‘baby, little girl, doll’, uhh anyway toji’s just a big pervert who gets turned on by anything. includes compilation of seperate, small drabbles.

toji, whom you wouldn’t have guessed was a pervert of any kind at the start of your relationship. your first intimate experience with him went as expected; it was soft and slow vanilla sex. you were just getting to know each other’s preferences in bed, so for the first few times there were almost to no signs of toji’s sexual perversity. all you remember was him being the dominant one. nothing more.

but oh, there was so much more to that. it was just hidden from your view in the early stages of your relationship. you didn’t have any knowledge of what toji was doing behind your back or what his actual thoughts were during the times you’ve been intimate.

toji, whom you didn’t know wanted to get straight into business from the very beginning of your sex life; to have your wrists pinned above your head, his hips slamming into your small cunny and molding it to remember the shape of his big cock. toji needed to see your helpless body moaning, screaming, crying and drooling from underneath him. but he couldn’t achieve that just yet; he needed to take it easy on you at first—to build up the trust between you two in bed. especially because you weren’t as experienced as he was.

toji, whom could only count on his imagination to fulfil his secret desires. he does this whenever you’re staying over and are asleep in his bed next to him. the entire apartment would be dead quiet except for toji’s muffled grunts and the faint wet sounds of him jerking off underneath the blanket.

you’d be in deep slumber with your back facing him and he’ll pleasure himself at simply the sight of your body. the older man loved just how vulnerable and innocent you seemed in your sleep—leaving your figure open and accessible to his view.

the strokes on his cock would get faster each time his eyes land on the shape of your ass. toji always imagines how it’d look when he’s giving you backshots, how the fat would jiggle with each thrust or smack of his hand. he wants to see your plump ass bounce back on him and maybe even have it covered in his cum.

toji, who sometimes stops palming himself just to turn your body around to face him. that way he can have a great view of your tits and fantasise of putting his cock between them, having the pair swallow his entire length once he squeezes them together. he’s never talked to you about it, but he will one day when you’re ready to explore more kinks and stuff in the bedroom.

toji, who keeps a pair of your panties in a secret drawer. those are his special panties, aka, the ones he uses to jerk off when you’re away. he’s done the filthiest of stuff with them; he has sniffed the insides-as if the scent of your sweet cunt lingered on the fabric- he has wrapped the cloth around his thick cock and even came multiple times all over it. he always imagines it being your pussy that he spills his load in; not his fist nor the panties.

toji, whose switch gets flipped the moment you (accidentally) call him ‘daddy’ in bed. it slipped from your mouth in the heat of the moment and the older man had to stop all movements to stare down at you— the scarred corner of his lip twitching and eventually forming a full on smirk.

not only that: it was like his entire demeanour changed. toji got more arrogant, cocky, confident and especially more dominant ever since then. that slip up of yours was the reason toji decided to let go of any restraints and just fuck you like he was always meant to do: nasty, dirty and roughly.

“yeah? mhh, fuck— say that again f’me, little girl— c’mon. if ya won’t, i’ll pull out and leave y’r cunt empty, so you better hurry up.”

toji, whose libido only increases with age rather than the opposite. you’d think dating an older guy in his mid 30s would mean that he’s going to be less sexually active. well, toji was your living proof that that wasn’t the case.. at all. he gets his dick hard just by seeing a tiny bit of your cleavage, never says ‘no’ to fucking you no matter where or when and has so much stamina that he can go on until you’re passed out. sometimes you’re fucked so full of his cum to the point that it’s impossible to push it all back into you— the white liquid just keeps leaking out of your poor pussy no matter what.

it makes toji super proud whenever you’re passed out on the bed, body still twitching and quivering in your sleep whilst he finishes himself within a few more pumps. he’s proud that he still has it in him and can last way longer compared to you, who’s still young and full of energy.

“aww, poor little baby— fucked ya right to sleep, hm? c’mere.”

toji, whose secret drawer slowly piles up with raunchy pictures of you in all kinds of comprising positions. most of them are images taken from his point of view which he captures between videos. some of them are of your ass with his dick visible between your folds, others are pictures of your fucked out self— the state which toji thinks you look the most beautiful in.

his cum dripping from your cunt, your hair a mess, sweaty skin glistening under the dim light of the room, cheeks stained with your own tears; that afterglow was something toji liked to admire. that’s why keeps those memories in his drawer (but also to masturbate to them when you’re not around, of course).

toji, who’s on cloud nine whenever he gets the chance to drown your fertile womb in multiple loads of his hot cum. he was already over the moon once you told him he could hit it raw— but then you were begging him to cum in you? that man was not going to stop at just one round. that was set in stone.

the mating press is his favourite position since it allowed him to penetrate you deep— pink tip almost painfully hitting your cervix over and over again. toji also likes it because he can get to see your pretty face whenever he shoots ropes of his potent seed inside of your womb.

toji, who’d never admit it out loud, but desperately needs to see you grow a little belly full of a new life. one which you carry with you everywhere— even whilst attending your college lectures. he can’t get the image out of his head; you wearing those skintight shirts or materinity clothes that show off your swollen stomach. he’s gonna be so proud walking next to you on the streets, knowing you’re his baby mama.

“mmh, shit— gnna fuck a baby into you, yeah? haah,, wanna see you carry my child ‘round and have you be my baby mama. hmm, you’d like that? i knew you’d do, slut— i bet everyone at y’r college is gonna know who knocked you up.”

toji, who has dirty fantasies of sharing you with his agent. he’s never thought about it before, but there was one single moment that changed his mind.

shiu visited his place once to discuss a business deal and you coincidentally were over at toji’s as well. you were kind enough to serve the two men a meal while they were discussing something which you didn’t understand. you sat down and joined them anyway (much to shiu’s dismay since it was confidential information he was sharing, but toji insisted you’d stay or he won’t take on the job. he could be petty every now and then.)

toji’s mind began wandering to some dirty thoughts as he looked at you, peacefully sitting between the two men, your fingers playing with toji’s out of boredom. your lover was instantly intrigued by the idea of having you sandwiched between shiu and him—your holes stuffed with two cocks at the same time. or just you sucking toji off while shiu was pounding your tight pussy. that alone made toji’s dick twitch in his pants.

once shiu was gone, toji wasted no time and pinned you against the wall near the front door— kicking his sweatpants and underwear away whilst his calloused fingers pulled your panties to the side;

“c’mere, lemme put that cunt to use— did y’know how close i was to jus’ fuckin’ you right in front of him? to let him see how good of a girl you can be f’me? mhmm, might even call him back so he join us.”

toji, who eats pussy like an absolute madman. he’s obsessed with eating you out and making it messy—his spit and your body fluids are always all over his lips, chin and cheeks when he’s done with you. one moment you’re chilling on the couch in your shorts and in the next you’re arching your back as toji’s head was nestled between your thighs.

he’d moan and grunt against you, his voice creating vibrations against your cunt which only adds to the pleasure that his mouth and tongue were giving you. toji’s nose would rub against your wet folds, his big hands holding your thighs apart while his tongue was lapping up all that it could. he definitely sniffs your pussy as well from time to time;

“mmm— aw, gonna cum already? do it, wanna taste you so bad, wanna see you cum all over my tongue. c’mon, you can do it—mhmmm, yes you can. do it for me, doll. cum for daddy. give it to him.”

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had to write this concept before i forgot it, lol. tw: toji! x chubby!reader, reader is mentioned to be bratty and submissive, use of pet names (mama, sugar, baby), breeding!, reader being cock drunk and toji is pussy drunk like a mf. per usual, i write with black women/woc in mind but all are welcome to read and enjoy. love ya!

toji fucks his pretty chubby bunny like there’s no tomorrow every. single. time.

now of course it took the two of you a bit of time to get comfortable with each other. and by the two of you, i mean you. at first, you were apprehensive to toji seeing you in a bra, much less completely nude!

but after a couple of months, the two of you grew to love each other and your guard completely crumbled to the ground. finally allowing toji to see you, whenever he wanted, however he wanted.

hence why now, it doesn’t matter the occasion, time, or place, when he can fuck you. but just how many times he can get u to cum before he does.

and right now, in your shared candle lit bedroom, he’s at a record number of three…

“jesus fucking christ baby, love it when you lemme fuck ya like this” toji says in between thrusts. there’s sweat beading at his hair line, causing his raven black hair to dampen ever so slightly.

mindless babbles and cries leave your lips as a response, causing him to chuckle and stroke you at a painfully slow pace.

“c’mon baby, talk ta me. lemme know how good i make ya feel.” he’s in your ear, but it feels like his voice is traveling all over you. at this point, you’re so delirious, it feels like he’s talking from inside your head.

“toji y’feel s’good. wanna do this f’rever” you say with a heavy tongue, glossy lips, and tears streaming down your face. if you’d have seen yourself right now, you would’ve ran away from him, but toji can only think to himself how beautiful you look right now.

beautiful hair splayed over the pillows in such a perfect way. your sleepy eyes looking up through those beautiful eye lashes. the perfect nose and full lips. silver jewelry all tangled from the movements, but he doesn’t care. how could he care when your body, that perfect and pliant body, is on display for him? so soft and pretty. smelling of vanilla, you’re like his own piece of heaven. one that he gets to build up and tear down each time you let him.

it’s why each time you let him fuck, he does it like he wants to put you through the mattress.

“forever huh? maybe you should quit that stupid job like i told ya. stay at home and sit pretty for me while i take care of ya. would ya like that mama? tell me sugar.” he’s baiting you, but you’re too cock drunk to care.

“yessss! yesyesyesyes! i’ll quit, i’ll do wha’ever toji jus please don’t stop” your eyes are crossing and your toes are curling. it’s quite shocking how toji can turn such a bratty girl like you into such a submissive and mailable mess.

but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“‘kay baby. i won’t stop. not gonna till i fill ‘er up. make ya a mama. oh! yer lil pussy must reallyyy like that idea, she tightened up on me, hehe” he says. but his strokes are getting sloppier by the second, so you know he’s close too.

without a second thought, toji sticks his thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck on it. he pulls it out with a ‘pop’ and rubs tiny circles on your clit. it makes your legs shake while you attempt to close them despite toji’s body being in the way.

he grabs your face with his other hand and kisses you deeply, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before entering your mouth. at this point, the two of you are moaning and whining into each others mouths like some horny teens.

it’s amazing how your neighbors haven’t complained about the noise yet.

toji removes his mouth from yours and buries his head in your neck, “gonna cum baby. want it inside?” his voice is gravely and his thrusts are getting harder by the second.

“yes toji! wan’ it inside me!” you manage to whine out.

didn’t have to tell him twice, “okay baby, g’nna give it to ya- ah- fuck! there ya go baby. there ya fuckin go. take it all”. he’s cumming so hard that his jaw locked, forcing him to talk through his teeth. his hands pry your legs open as far as they can go, trying to savor as much of you as he can before the sensitivity kills him.

you can feel the warmth from his cum shoot deep into you, which triggers your fourth orgasm of the night. the two of you are mindlessly grinding against each other while riding out your highs. toji making note to not drop his full weight onto you, but hold you close, which results in you being elevated slightly off the bed.

soon after, you can feel toji set you down gently and lay on top of you. hes stroking your hair and wiping your tears away until he hears you let out a loud breath.

“ya back with me mama?” voice laced with concern.

“m’okay now toji.” you say with a slightly shakey voice. your hand comes up to brush some of his hair out from in front of his eyes.

toji sits back on his knees, still inside you, and examines your face and upper body for any signs of him being too rough.

“was scared i hurt ya. i know i can get a lil too rough at times” he says while rubbing your boobs gently.

you let out a small laugh and adjust yourself on the bed, causing your hips to move back slightly on toji’s dick. he tries not to hiss at the feeling but his brain has turned to mush again and now all he can think about is how good you smell. “you’re never too rough toji. i’d tell you if you were”. you say with such a sweet and gentle smile, meanwhile toji feels like a fucking rabid animal.

and suddenly, he’s laying on top of you again, kissing and sucking on your neck. his hands have moved back down to your thighs where they’ve begun to push your legs back.

his head knocks into your jaw and he licks the side of your mouth. his body is burning hot and he’s running low on stamina, but he can’t help himself.

“good. cause m’still hard”.