livingddeadgirlrl

[livingddeadgirlrl]

goddd finally got around to watching shameless and KEEEVVVINNNNNN

[livingddeadgirlrl]

challengers smut cuz duhhh… who would i be if i didn’t write about it.

i didn’t rly proof read. it’s 5 am. but enjoy!!

cw: breeding, mating press, threesome, oral… yeah

wc: 1.9k LMFAOOO

lmk if u want a part 2, left it open ended :P

something about you was different. i mean, who would’ve thought that the scary lookin’ girl was an insane tennis player. sure you had a bit of a temper when it came to the court, but you played damn well. you could always spare a few profane penalty points. you were always great at intimidating your opponent. your looks alone–sleek black hair, tied into twintails. a tattoo on the back of your hand, and others scattered around your body, begging to be found. those dark eyes filled with rage and mystery. there was something different about you.

it was the last set of your match against some painfully racist white bitch from arizona state, and you were obviously in the lead. it was her serve. she swung once, hitting the ball into the net forcefully, resulting in a low chuckle from you on the opposing side of the court. you weren’t scared. she served once more, finally actually making it across the net, and hitting an underhand to try to throw you off. you smacked a backhand aggressively, slamming the ball into her service box with a loud echo. that was the end of the match. “COME ON!!! that’s too easy!!” you laughed out, almost sinisterly. everyone cheered for you. you were that mysterious player from the bay that had just entered the tournament, blowing your way up and through the ranks. all of the guys were in love with you. you were powerful on the court, and off of it. shaking your opponent's hand over the net, you congratulated her sarcastically, a scowl painted on her face. ‘what a sore loser, and a racist,’ you thought to yourself.

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now you found yourself at the party of champions. a room filled with the male and female winners of the tournament. you stood in the corner, swirling your drink in hand, gazing into the liquid. none of the other female champions wanted to converse with you. honestly, they were intimidated. although you had just joined, your reputation preceded all of the circulating rumors. downing the rest of your drink, you straightened out your dress, a black strapless one bordered with black lace. your hair was loosely curled and draped over one side of your shoulder, revealing your delicate collarbones. you made your way to the drink table, set on pouring yourself another. if no one wanted to talk to you, at least you were getting free alcohol. your hand hesitated over which to choose, finally landing on the vodka.

“i know that hand tattoo when i see it. you’re f/n l/n, right?” a soft yet daring voice stated from behind you. finishing your pour, you turned around, faced with two of the cutest little twinks. god how you just loved men. to the right stood the one with curly brown hair, sparkling eyes, and a sharp nose. the left, a cute little blonde, blue eyes, and a defined face. they both towered over you, shockingly.

“hm.. i know you.. ‘fire and ice,’ right?”

they both let out a soft chuckle at the title. “yeah, guess that’s us. you know us?” the blonde countered.

“mhm, you guys are the successful pair, course i do. congrats on winning, patrick and art..,” you sipped your drink, leaving a soft red stain from your lips on the glass.

“hey well, you too. we just wanted to say, we love watching you play. i mean, it’s not even tennis anymore. you’re playing a whole different game out there,” the brunette joined in.

you let out a soft hum of approval. they recognized you. you looked up from your cup with a soft smirk, your gaze bouncing between the two of them. they certainly were intriguing, on and off the court. seemed a little gay, too.

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few more drinks in your system, and you were now on the bed of their hotel room, bated breath as they sat on opposing sides of you. whatever you had gotten yourself into, you were definitely in for a time. each had a hand up your dress and on your thigh, rubbing soft circles into your hips. you turned your head to face patrick, eyes fixated on his lips as you let them hover over his own for a bit to tease him. then, you turn to face art, not kissing patrick juuust yet. you press your lips to art’s, sucking on his bottom lip softly, causing him to let out a soft whine. it was so cute. patrick’s calloused fingers trailed up your torso and to your breast, pulling down the top of your dress slowly. he immediately cupped your soft and full breasts in his hands, inching his mouth closer to the skin, his breath slightly tickling your pebbled nipple. he latched onto it with his hot mouth, swirling your sensitive bud around with his tongue in a circular motion, making you moan softly into art’s mouth. you pull away from the heated kiss, a small string of saliva stretching from your connected lips. with an already hazy expression, you look down at their laps. god, they both had big dicks, both forming a substantial tent in their boxers, decorated with damp patches of precum. art’s fingers carefully unzipped the back of your dress, helping you pull it over your head as you lifted your arms. you lean on your side into patrick’s lap, helping him shift his boxers down his waist, allowing his hardened cock to spring out and almost smack you in the mouth. as you took his length in your delicate hand, art shifted his positioning to rest on his knees at the foot of the bed. with careful fingers, he hooked them under the black lace of your panties, shifting them to the side to reveal you in all of your holiness. your sweet, pink and puffy folds, already glistening with your slick. patrick’s hands laced through your silky hair, holding it back for you as you took his fat tip into your warm mouth. he leaned backwards on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow as he watched you, and the scene unfolding before him. you swirl your tongue around the swollen head of his cock, giving a few kitten licks. after being trapped in a mesmerizing trance, art finally dove practically head first into your dripping pussy, lips latching onto your sensitive clit, making you whimper softly with patrick’s length in your mouth. art traced his index and middle finger around your slit, teasing it softly as his tongue circled your puffy clit relentlessly, making you cry out softly as you gasped for air on patrick’s dick.

“go easy, art… can’t have her finishing just yet…” he groaned out in a husky tone, pulling you up gently off of his length by your hair. art chuckled lowly, crawling back up onto the bed beside you. he laid back, his back pressed against the headboard as he pulled you by your hips to sit on top of his lap. he pumped his cock a few times, positioning it against your slit as you look down at him with a half-lidded gaze. patrick rested on his knees right behind you, grasping onto your hips and slowly pressing you down, forcing you to take in art’s cock inch by inch.. oh so slowly. he pressed hot kisses to the crook of your neck, trailing down to your shoulder as art thrusted into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. fuck it felt so good. patrick’s hands cupped your tits again, massaging them roughly as they bounced up and down with the force of art’s plunges into your squelching cunt.

“fuck’she’s so tight… feels so good..” art muttered out, watching patrick grope your tits with his large hands.

“think i can fuck ya better, princess..?” patrick whispers, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. you let out a soft and incoherent mumble, unable to properly speak as art’s tip threatened that spongy spot of your pussy that made your head go blank with each growing thrust. art’s eyes were glued to the two of you above him–your head thrown back into patrick’s shoulder, hair cascading down his arm as you gasped softly for air. patrick’s rough fingertips making their way down to massage your clit, adding more pressure to that growing knot in your stomach. you let out another soft whine, pressing your fingertips into art’s abdomen to try to stabilize yourself, even just for a moment. patrick’s fingers traced upward to your lower stomach, pressing the outline of art’s cock as it reached even further, causing you to writhe softly in his grip.

“guess pretty boy got a pretty big dick, huh…” patrick teases softly, resulting in a breathless scoff from art.

art had heard enough of patrick’s remarks. he stopped his thrusts, picked you up from under your ass, and pressed you into the sheets. he was now looming over you, and folding your legs above your head. it’s a good thing you were flexible.. patrick moved to sit just above your head by the headboard, holding your legs firmly in position by your knees with the back of your head rested on his lap. oh god you were in for it now. art pressed a soft kiss to your lips before tapping his leaking cock in between your soaked folds again, sinking into you with deep pressure and determination. he had to make sure he bottomed out.

“m’fuck….!!” you mustered out in a shaky voice, your body twitching once again.

art immediately picked up the pace, pulling his cock out almost all the way and plunging back into you, causing an awfully lewd squelching sound to emit from your dripping cunt. you let out another soft cry, your head and eyes rolling back in patrick’s lap. patrick gently caressed the skin of your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you looked up at him with fucked out eyes. art was letting out a soft mixture of moans and whines now, pounding into you at a brutal pace with extreme fervor. he couldn’t pick a place to look at. your bouncing tits that matched his pace, patrick’s seductive expression as he watched his dick disappear in your pussy, or your desperate face– tears threatening to spill out of the corners of your eyes, your mouth hanging open, back arched as soft cries escaped. it was all so much. he felt it now. he pumped into you at an insane pace, his hips stuttering as he shot hot and thick ropes of cum into you, reaching so deep. he slowed his pace, giving a few more languid thrusts as he slowly pulled out, watching his cum explicitly drip out of your sore pussy.. boy was it a sight! patrick let go of your legs slowly, putting them back down on the bed in their normal position as he caressed your jaw softly, letting you catch your breath for a moment.

“my turn~” he crooned softly into the shell of your ear, his smirk hitting your soft skin, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

[livingddeadgirlrl]

part 2 of

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“almost all the way in– you’re doing great, baby…” he whimpered out, kissing the side of your lips softly. he thrusted his hips further, pressing his full length into your dripping cunt. “ ‘ts all the way in..” he whispered breathlessly. you sucked on your lower lip softly, looking up at him with needy eyes. he pulled almost all the way out slowly, plunging all the way back in and bottoming out. you mewled out at the thrust, your eyes rolling back into your head. he repeatedly did this–pulling out all the way at a painfully slow pace, and then absolutely pounding into your pussy. this had you gasping for air and letting out a whimper at each thrust. he lowered his head, sucking on your neck while his other hand moved to roll your nipple. he toyed with the bud with his rough fingers, moving his mouth down to your pretty tit to suck on it. he circled the bud with his tongue, leaving soft and wet kisses all over. he was determined to last long for this second round, so he had to pull out before cumming quickly again. he felt the cum itching to be released, so he took you by your hips and turned you around gently, sliding his hands from your hips to your thighs as your back was pressed into his chest. he slid his hands up your thighs, up to your hips, and then right underneath your tits. he gently scooped them, squishing them with his fingers like they were stress balls. they fit just perfectly in his large hands, perfect to grip! he leaned his head forward and into the crook of your neck as he whispered, “you’re so pretty…” you leaned into him a little bit more, moaning softly. he kissed your cheek gently, and then leaned back. as he leaned back, he gripped your waist and traced one hand down your back, trailing to your ass. you arched your back softly, giving easy access. he had recovered now, holding his cum back so he could keep fucking you. he pulled your ass closer, lining his cock up with your slit again, pressing it in gently again. with this position, he was able to angle himself even deeper, reaching that part that made you see stars–your soft walls practically milking his cock. you squished your cheek into the shower wall, practically clawing on the glass trying to get any sense of grip to stabilize yourself. he continued to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the entire bathroom. you were a gasping and whimpering mess–your mouth hanging open and eyes half lidded, the water dripping down your face and your hair that was now hanging forward off your shoulders. with every thrust, sam let out a whiny moan. your wet and fluttering pussy so perfectly wrapped around his cock was probably life changing. he had never needed something more in his life. he jerked his hips more, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. he leaned down, pressing his chest into your back and pulling you closer to him with his arms wrapped around your ribs. he continued to hold you like this, desperately rutting his hips into you like a madman. his lips rested on your ear, softly biting on it and whimpering softly. “gonna- cum-” sam whimpered out into your ear. he gasped and moaned out loudly, shooting hot and thick ropes of cum deep into you. YAY!

[livingddeadgirlrl]

smut of sam monroe from life as a house. i don’t like the movie cuz it’s corny BUT he’s so sexy and emo so. and hayden christensen. carrying on. aged up and 18+ characters!

it was everything you absolutely dreaded. moving to some random house, having to meet new neighbors, live next to them for the rest of your miserable lives. it was about three weeks that you had been living there with your mom now, and it was still lifeless. you had seen the people living in the house to your right-a couple in their early forties with some kids-nothing special. but the house to the left was always a source of entertainment. the two little blonde boys, and the snob for a dad, the blaring music (marilyn manson and limp bizkit) pouring out of the window directly across from your own…

you never cared to close those ugly drapes, simply leaving the sheer lace curtain you had pinned up to try to fix the ugliness to slightly obscure the view. obviously, the lace did absolutely nothing to hide what went on in your room. smoking weed in your underwear, filming yourself on your laptop for your twitter-you name it. you always felt a pair of lingering eyes from across the way. sometimes you would accidentally drop something on the ground while in your cute panties, bending down slowly to pick them up, emphasizing your pretty hips and back dimples. his eyes were always watching when you did this- his dark blue eyes under that black eye makeup. you hadn’t really talked to him before, but you saw him around school sometimes. You’d glance and offer a small smile during lunch when you saw him, usually smoking a cigarette, but never really exchanged any words.

one day, just before last period, you ran into him heading to the parking lot, intentions set on skipping class. guess you weren’t the only one who wanted to leave. you were walking to your car, keys in your hand, a cigarette hanging between your lips. as you leaned in to reach for the handle, you caught a glimpse of someone. you looked up, and oh god- fuck im in trouble. it was him. your neighbor. the same one you borderline flash every time you take a shower. he offered a halfhearted chuckle and a small smirk. you stood there awkwardly, pulling the cigarette from your mouth as you stood back up. “hey… neighbor.. right..?” you said with a soft and awkward chuckle. “got a spare?” he pointed to your cigarette, walking closer to your car. you reached into your front pocket of your pants, pulling out your pack and handing it to him. he grabbed the pack, leaning on the side of your car, carefully picking out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth. “got a light?” he asked. “oh-mhm.” you reached in between your tits, pulling out a zippo lighter. he chuckled softly as you lit it for him, slightly admiring the sight. “thanks,” he said as he offered a gentle nod, resulting in a soft nod from yourself in return. “hey- mind if i ask for a favor?” he asked in a lower tone, leaning in towards you more as he took a drag from the cigarette. “sure..” you replied slightly hesitantly. “can i use your shower? at home? my dad doesn’t have functioning plumbing at his place,” he clicked his tongue softly. “oh- are you staying with your dad?” you asked, thinking maybe you shouldn’t have asked that-maybe it was a sensitive topic. but he responded anyway, no hesitation. “yeah, for the summer. dude’s forcing me to stay while he builds some stupid fuckin house.. that’s why you probably haven’t been seein me from your window..” he added in a low tone, leaning even closer towards you. “aahh.. i see.. well yeah, you can use my bathroom. that's fine. wouldn’t wanna have you going without showering…” you chuckled softly. fuck, why am i trying to make jokes. he probably thinks im fucking stupid. you thought to yourself. he was so your type. the black hair with the blue streak, his plethora of ear piercings, his labret piercing, his style. he was so hot, and you were making stupid jokes. “alright, thanks.. can i come by later today?” he asked softly as he looked down at your lips, then looking back up into your eyes. “yeah that’s fine.. just knock on the door and i’ll let you in,” you replied.

later that day, you found yourself in that very shower, the mirror steaming and the hot air wafting from the crack in the door. sam had showed up to take a shower, without any warning before coming. he knocked on the front door, just like you had instructed, yet you weren’t there to open it. instead, it was your mom. she opened the door, not expecting any visitors. “oh, hey.. is y/n here..?” he asked. your mom instructed that you were busy at the moment, but he could wait upstairs for you. she let him in, and he journeyed upstairs to wait in your room. as he walked down the hallway to get to your room, he heard the shower water running. he wrapped his fingers around the door handle, twisted it gently, and to his surprise, the door was unlocked. he pushed the door open and closed it behind him. he leaned his back against the door and took in the full sight of you. your shower was textured glass, hiding absolutely nothing. the blood immediately rushed to his cock, his tripp nyc pants tightening around it. he brushed his fingertips against it, giving him a tiny bit of relief. he had been so pent up, not being able to jack off at his dad’s place due to the lack of privacy and NO WALLS FOR THE BATHROOM!! he was practically edging himself that entire time. he needed relief, and stat. he walked up to the door of the shower, knocking on it. you jumped slightly, letting out a small ‘eep’ like sound. you cracked the door open slightly, barely covering your tits with one arm and holding the door open with the other. “i did not know you were coming,” you expressed with a slight rosy hue creeping up to your cheeks, your hair stuck to your shoulders and dripping down to your tits. “well, i was gonna call.. but i realize i don’t have your number… so i thought i’d just.. stop by…” he whispered in a husky tone, leaning his face closer to you. “well.. I’m not done yet but.. you can join me if you want…” you replied softly, leaning your face closer to his while looking up at him.

his hands immediately shot to his waistband, unbuckling his studded belt, fingertips quickly unzipping his pants. he slid them down quickly, the metal jingling from the chains on the pants. he quickly slid off his boxers, stepping out of them and ohhhhh my god. hes hung as fuck. you gulped softly at the sight. he was already hard as fuck, his tip throbbing and pink. he quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side along with the rest of his clothes. you cracked the door open more for him, letting him step inside. the hot water hit his shoulders, wetting his hair and dripping into his face. you pumped shampoo into your hand, slapping it onto his hair and massaging it in with both hands. as you raised your hands up to wash his hair, your full body was exposed for him to see- your big tits that were glistening from the water, your small waist that was stretching out even more as you lifted upwards-your pretty hip bones pronounced, your pretty thighs. he scanned it all as you did this, and oh so slowly. you tried to keep your eyes on his hair, desperately trying to not look at his massive cock about to poke you in the stomach. you leaned forward more to wash the back of his head, accidentally pressing your abdomen into the head of his dick. you let out a soft gasp, looking up into his eyes while laughing softly. “you’ve been driving me crazy…you know that?” he whispered softly. “what do you mean…” you asked. “all the times you’ve gotten naked in front of your window while i was there… i know you saw me,” he continued. you let out a soft hum in return, tracing your fingertips on his thigh gently. his leg and cock twitched softly at this, biting his lip softly as his eyes met yours. “seems like you need a little help here, huh..?” you asked, looking down at his throbbing cock. “haven’t been able to blow a load at all at my dad’s… no privacy,” he whispered closely, his lips grazing your own. “want me to help with that…?” you looked up at his eyes, then down to his lips. he nodded softly, immediately crashing his lips into yours. he kissed you hungrily and desperately-like he wanted to devour you. he was a starving man. he slipped his tongue into your mouth with fervor, his hands resting on your hips and tracing over them with his fingertips. as he continued kissing you, he let out a soft moan. he picked up the pace, kissing you more intensely, when he pulled away, gasping and letting out a whiny moan. he had just shot a load of cum onto your thigh–just from kissing. boy was he pent up. this poor sexy emo man needed you so badly, he was practically in heat. after shooting his initial load of cum, he still had it in him! he needed more, and desperately. he kissed you again, his fingers gently tracing over your throbbing clit, swiping two fingers between your slick folds. you whimpered softly into the kiss, rocking your hips slightly, wanting more. he pumped his thick and long cock (roughly 9 inches.. yeah.) with his right hand, pulling away from the kiss softly. “is this okay..” he asked in a breathy whisper, his lips hovering over yours once again. “mhm-please,” you whined out softly. he lowered his head to kiss your jawline, biting on the flesh of your neck softly as he lined the head of his cock to your slit. he tapped it a few times and then pushed. he pulled away from your neck to watch the sight – your pretty pink pussy sucking his cock in so tightly, inch by inch. you leaned up against the shower wall, pulling him closer to you by the back of his neck with one hand. you also watched the sight – his painfully big dick pressing into you, creating a soft bulge in your lower abdomen. you whined softly, holding onto his neck. “m’so big-” you mumbled, your lips parting gently. he whimpered in response. “fuckyoure so tight” he whispered breathily into your ear in a whiny tone. he held your hip in one hand, his other hand toying with your clit. his lips found his way back to your neck, littering soft kisses and bites all over. he pushed his cock in deeper, causing you to whimper out again.

[livingddeadgirlrl]

i’m sorry i’ve been so busy w school T_T IM GOING TO WRITE SOON THO!!!

[livingddeadgirlrl]

i really want to write about gojo and fucking charlie walker from scream 4 cuz rory culkin. i just have no time rn bc of classes but i will be writing the request soon!!! and more to come!!!

[livingddeadgirlrl]

hi! can you please make a nate jacobs fanfic with him being very possessive and sorta father-figure like?? like hes really sweet and nice and holds your hand and stuff and then he just fucks you hard, but y/n is still a virgin? thank you! i literally live for jacob elordi and your stuff its so good  😭 😭

OMGGGG YES!!! i will start writing :> i could definitely imagine that… he would be super sweet def lots of gifts too

[livingddeadgirlrl]

nate jacobs smut pt 2 :>

(HELP JACOB IS SO FUCKING HOT I CANT DO THIS!!!!)

then, you heard a slight tinkling. it was his belt, he was taking it off. you started to get a little excited, your chest tightening slightly. he got on the bed right behind you, grabbed your forearms, placing them behind you on the small of your back, and started to wrap his belt around your wrists tightly. “nate stop- what’re you doing” you mumbled softly. he leaned his chest against your back, pressing his body weight into yours and leaning in close to your ear to whisper, “here’s what you’re gonna do. you’re gonna lay here and take my cock like the good little slut you are, got it?” you let out a soft little grunt and shifted slightly under his weight. “i said, got it?” he repeated, pulling on the belt now tightly wrapped around your wrists, pulling your back closer to his chest. you nodded very gently, leaning your head forward slightly, your hair draping over your face. nate was always very forceful with any girl he’d fuck. he always loved to be extremely dominant and always went after the pretty and dainty girls, which was why he was so interested in you. he pushed your front back down into your bed, pulled your hips up again, and pulled you closer to him. he gripped onto the belt around your wrists tightly to control you. in the time that he was doing god knows what when he got off of your bed, apparently he took off his pants and boxers. you wanted to turn around so badly to get just a glimpse of his perfect body, but he had you pressed face first into your sheets. he lined his cock up with your slick slit, tapped the head against your puffy clit a few times, and plunged his cock so deep inside of you, bottoming out. you let out a slight scream, trying to grip onto literally anything to stabilize yourself, but the belt was preventing you from doing just that. “slutty pussy’s so tight..” he mumbled out through a low grunt. he began to rock into you, his hips slapping your soft ass. you let out a soft whimper. his dick was even more than you ever imagined. it was so thick, visibly stretching your pretty pink pussy, and so long, you could feel it in your fucking stomach. all of a sudden, you saw a flash. you turned your head slightly to the side, your cheek still pressed against your sheets, pretty mouth opened wide, and saw. he was fucking filming this. you jerked your hands slightly in the belt, whining out softly. “come on doll, lemme have my fun. i need to save this for later, gonna look at it all the time,” he whispered out. you were already so fucked out, your eyes half lidded and lips slightly glossy with your drool, you couldn’t protest. he quickened the pace, his dick slamming into you with crazy strength. you let out another moan, pressing your face back into the sheets to muffle your sounds, hoping your brother and his other friends wouldn’t hear. wouldn’t hear the grunts coming from one of his best friends, the sound of your squelching and sopping wet cunt being pounded right now. in an instant, he pulled you up by your confined wrists, pulling your back into his chest. he moved his hand to now hold the phone in front of you, capturing all of your expressions. your now tear stained and mascara streaked cheeks, your dazed eyes- he used his other hand to forcefully pull down the top of your dress, freeing your tits. they bounced with the force of his thrusts, making a pretty scene. he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, letting out a low and breathy chuckle. then, he noticed something. “my my… wouldya look at this…” he trailed his free hand between your tits, down your stomach, and pressed softly. you let out a loud whimper at the feeling. you could feel him pressing against the outline of his thick cock, visible through your small stomach. “god… this is too good.. no way i can’t show the boys this,” he whispered in your ear.

you tried to object, only being able to let out a small mutter of a ‘no,’ mixed between your incoherent babbles. he took one last long glance at the sight, and then pushed you back into the sheets, reverting back into his old filming position. he gave your ass a firm slap, watching the faint red outline of his palm appear on your delicate skin. he gripped the skin, spreading it out so he could get a good look at your drenched cunt and cream, a white milky ring forming around the base of his cock. the sound of your sloppy pussy alone was making him go insane. with every stroke, he made sure to press into you as deep as he could, resulting in a loud and pretty moan from you along with a few more tears being squeezed out of your eyes. the coil in your stomach was so unbearably tight, the pressure was making your head spin. your body twitched a few times, jerking forward slightly each time you felt his tip hitting your cervix. you couldn’t take it anymore. your legs shook as you cried out, only making him chuckle more. you muttered his name through pleads, hoping he would let up on his pace slightly, but to no avail. he kept pounding his hips into your ass, moving the camera closer to capture your pussy covered in all your juices, still sucking in his cock. “fuck- i’m gonna cum” he muttered out, his eyes glued to your pussy. he pumped his length into you a few more times, his hips jerking forward and finally shooting his hot and thick load into you. he gave a few more slow and languid strokes, making sure he was filling you all the way up, not letting a single drop slip out. after a few moments, he pulled his cock out, his cum slowly dripping out of your slit in an extremely explicit manner. he put the camera back up to your pussy, scooping his cum with his index and middle finger, and pushing it back inside your sensitive pussy. you let out a little mewl at this, knowing you were not on birth control and of course he didn’t use a condom, but you let him do it anyway. he pulled his fingers out after he was satisfied with the result, and gave your ass another hard slap. he finally stopped videoing, the flash quickly turning off and holding it in his hand. he unbuckled the belt that was fastened so tightly on your wrists, revealing the soft marks on your skin. you stayed on the bed, slowly catching your breath, laying there, fully fucked out and feeling hazy. he pulled you up from your waist, having you sit up to face him. he turned on his phone again and pulled up the video, playing a short clip of it. you took a quick glance at it, looking away with flushed cheeks. “now, see this here? if you don’t want it getting leaked or mysteriously shared in the groupchat.. you’re gonna let me fuck you every time i’m over here, and imma be over here a lot. got it?” he stated matter of factly. your eyes widened slightly, but you knew he wasn’t kidding around. “i wanna hear you say you understand,” he added sternly. you nodded your head gently and let out a soft ‘mhm’ sound. he held your chin gently with his fingers, placing a light kiss on your cheek. “thanks for this, doll. see ya again tomorrow.” he then got up, quickly slid his pants back on and fastening his belt again, and walked out, phone in hand. he left his boxers on your floor. that bitch. he probably did that purposefully. a small reminder of him. something you could look at while you touched yourself to remind yourself of him. you knew you were in for one hell of an experience. your poor pussy was gonna be so tired.

[livingddeadgirlrl]

nate jacobs smut (cw: degradation, creampie, size kink, videoing… yeah)

wc: 2.7k, 2 parts

It was your last finals week of your high school career. you were absolutely drained from the hours of testing and all of the studying you had done. you came back from school, bag slung over your shoulder, trudging to your room. after your long day, all you wanted to do was lay down, but you couldn’t even do that. your brother’s room was right across the hallway from yours, always causing disturbance. your asshole brother was the same grade as you, but the complete opposite. he was a total fucking dipshit. he was om the football team, always drunk as shit, and probably failing all his classes, per usual. he always had his loud ass jock friends over, screaming at the top of their lungs over the most idiotic things. they were always either watching porn on full volume, slamming doors, and stomping as loud as possible as they walked around the house. you were really not in the mood for their antics today, already pissed off from all of your exams. you got to your room and slammed the door shut, letting your brother and his friends know that you were home. tossing your bag onto your ground loudly, you began to quickly slide your jeans off, then pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it onto your bed. you always had cute undergarments, and today you were wearing a cute pink and black lace thong with a black bow on the waistband and strappy sides, and a matching bra that accentuated your pretty tits so perfectly. you were always naturally girly, always looking so perfect, almost like a doll, even when you weren’t trying. you changed into your little lounge dress, pulling it over your head as you stretched your arms up- it was a white babydoll dress with black bows all over and black lace trim. your hair was still slightly curled from your earlier appearance, but it was now looking a bit more disheveled. your lips were still a soft red shade and a little bit glossy, your cheeks a soft rosy shade. you plopped down on your bed face first, your ass up in the air. you could hear the pounding bass coming from music in your brother’s room, and several male voices inside. you rolled your eyes. they kept laughing at full volume, making your blood boil. you were about to snap. “CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP?!” you yelled out at the top of your lungs. only a few moments later, there was a hard pounding on your door. you sighed and hissed out, “what.” then, there it was. the door opened with a slight creak, and your least favorite friend of your brother’s was there. the one who leaked your nudes to the football team last year. the one who continuously slut shamed you in the hallways at school. the one who would always take long and obvious glances at your thighs when your skirt was just a little bit too short. nate jacobs, the star quarterback and prized student of east highland high school, was standing in your doorway. you barely turned your head to take a short glance at him, letting out a small sigh. your positioning on your bed gave him a clear shot of all your precious bits- your cute thong under your dress that covered your slit juuust barely. your legs were up in the air and crossed behind you, with hello kitty socks on your feet.

“sup y/n. long time no see..” he said softly in that stupid cocky tone that bitch always had, leaning on your doorframe with no shirt on. for some reason this guy, along with all of the other football players, had an odd obsession with going shirtless any time they got the opportunity. i mean, not like you were complaining. his body was so perfect to look at. you hated how he made your stomach fill with butterflies and your panties just a little bit damp at the sight of him. ‘what do you want..” you mumbled out. “just coming to check in on my favorite little whore. i see you haven’t changed a bit,” he smirked, letting his glance travel up your legs. “fuck you,” you hissed out. “well you see… that’s why i came here.. to do juuust that,” he said through a soft chuckle, fully entering your room now and pressing the door closed with his bare and muscular back. “yeah fucking right. you know i hate your guts” you retorted. he turned the lock on your door without saying a word and slowly walked over to the foot of your bed, standing right behind your legs. he slid his big hand up the side of your shin, playing with the lace on your hello kitty socks. you tried your best to ignore him, but his touch was just so addictive. he began to slide his hand down your shin, caressing the back of your thigh and giving it a light squeeze. you picked up your phone, scrolling through your instagram feed to show that you were still ignoring him. he let out a low chuckle and decided to take things up a notch. he wasn’t gonna let you ignore him. he got down on his knees at the foot of your bed, his mouth oh so close to your thighs now. he leaned in even closer, placing small kisses all over the insides of your soft and plush thighs, trailing up towards your thong. you let out a small little squeak like sound, unintentionally letting him know that he was getting to you. he slid both of his hands up the back of your thighs and up to your pretty hips. he gave another squeeze, slightly harder this time. he gripped your hips, pulling you up slightly so you were now resting on your knees. his hands were so fucking big, making you look so small compared to him as his grip completely enveloped your hips. he tucked his fingers underneath the waistband of your thong, beginning to slowly slide it down past your hips, then your thighs, and then your knees, oh so slowly. your cheeks immediately began to flush, still looking at your phone, not wanting him to see your reactions. with absolutely no warning, he pressed his lips to your puffy clit, lapping in between your folds with some intensity. this caused you to jerk forward slightly, not expecting the sudden contact. He chuckled lowly again, pulling away slightly. “if you hate my guts so much, why are you soaking right now, hm?” he asked in a low and seductive tone, his breath hitting your folds lightly. ‘shut up..” you muttered softly, pressing your chin and mouth into your soft pink bedding. “just admit it. you’re a fuckin slut who loves attention,” he replied in a slightly stern tone, brushing his fingertipslightly around your pretty pink and slick pussy. “no, i’m not,” you said into your sheets again. “i bet if i pulled out my phone and taped me fucking your pretty little pussy, you would’nt even fight back. you’d probably just let me have my way with you,” he began pressing his middle finger into your cunt, watching it get sucked in. you let out a tiny little whimper. his fingers were so long and thick, you could only imagine what his cock was like… probably really long… really thick… make you feel really good… oh god. you were getting so turned on, and the way your pussy was clenching around just his one finger was telling him all he needed to know. he slowly pulled his finger out and stood up, leaving you unsatisfied and needy. you didn’t wanna let that show, though, so you kept scrolling on your phone, swapping through apps and doing absolutely nothing. you didn’t hear your door open, so you knew he didn’t leave, but you had no idea what he was doing. (cont in pt 2 :>)

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ssaaauurrrr… rewatching euphoria cuz of jacob elordi in saltburn….. nate jacobs smut INCOMING!!!!!!

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can someone tell me how to make a long post without it cutting off my text pls? ty :3

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last part. idk how to make a long text post. someone help pls.

you snaked your arm round toji’s neck, pulling his head into the crook of your neck. your mind was so fuzzy, not being able to think about anything other than toji’s thick cock pressing so deep into your cunt. “f-fuck… you’re so fucking tight… don’t think i can last much longer…” toji mumbled out in between low moans. he placed wet and sloppy kisses on your neck, while reaching an absolutely brutal pace now. another painfully loud moan escaped from you, and squeezed your eyes tightly. “not so tough now, are we?” he snapped out in between his hot groans. “m’fuck toji!!” you screamed out. shiu was now pumping his cock, his pace rapidly increasing as he watched the scene in front of him. toji’s hand snaked up to your throat, tightening his grip around it, using just the right amount of pressure to allow you to gasp for air. he slammed you back into the tabletop, clutching onto your hips with a vicious grip. your cunt began to spasm as his hips slammed into you ruthlessly, his balls slapping your ass continuously. he groaned out again, about to cum. you gasped out onto the table, tits and face pressed into it, eyes shut as you let out any sounds that you could muster. your body shook violently, your cunt spasming and tightening around toji’s thick length, sending him over the edge. he pressed his back into you, still holding your hips, and moaned loudly. you felt thick, hot ropes of cum shoot into your cunt as he slowed his pace, thrusting lazily into your cunt. your thighs were trembling as you whimpered out, your face completely fucked-out. toji finally pulled out, painfully slowly, and watched as he did this. he watched the cum dripped out of your cunt, sliding down your thighs. your breathing began to slow, and toji slapped your ass harshly. “lemme look at you, slut.” he said sharply. he pulled you off of the table, turning you to face him and shiu. you leaned back into the table, trying to rest on it, your legs now weak. toji moved his hand to cup your cheek, his finger lightly brushing against your cheek. he took the entire sight of you in—your tear stained cheeks, the streaks of eyeliner all over them now, your swollen red lips. his eyes moved lower. small bruise marks were now forming on your hips, perfectly in the shape of toji’s fingertips. bite marks from shiu appeared all over your big tits. toji leaned into your ear and whispered, “i want you to remember this the next time you wanna try and act all tough. you’re our little fuckdoll. nothing more.” he placed a small kiss on your cheek.

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part 2 of shiu & toji smut

we just going straight into it

you held onto shiu’s wrist as it gripped your throat, a series of strained moans escaping your lips. you couldn’t take it anymore. it snapped. your cunt gushed on toji’s fingers, your back arched, thighs shaking. you tried catching your breath, but toji picked you up in an instant, not letting you come down. he pushed you onto the table, your tits pressed into the cold material, and your dripping cunt on display for the both of them. “don’t worry, we’re just getting started…” toji growled out.

in an instant, toji ripped your panties down, now drenched. he tossed them to the side of the room, and began unbuckling his belt. you could hear the tinkling of the metal as he undid it. shiu followed, doing the same. you looked up at him, and he looked as though a bright idea had just popped into his mind. you could hear the rustling of the fabric of both their pants, sliding down their muscular legs, huge bulges now exposed. their shirts being unbuttoned, revealing their thick muscles that were now tensed up. shiu climbed up onto the desk, resting on his knees. toji slid his boxers down, ramming into your sopping cunt with absolutely no warning. your body was jerked forward, and you screamed out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “fuck!!” your fingers gripped onto the edge of the desk, hoping for some sort of comfort. toji immediately quickened his pace, balls slapping your ass, his unprotected cock ramming so deep into your cunt, already hitting that spot that made you see stars. “jesus, slutty cunts so fucking tight still..” toji muttered. shiu’s cold and slender fingers pulled your chin up to look at him, tears now threatening to spill from your eyes. he slid his briefs down, his cock springing up, now free from its prison. the tip of his dick was already dribbling precum, swollen and red. he pried your already agape lips open more, and inched forward, easing his cock into your soft mouth. toji slowed his pace, his hips moving languidly. you swirl your tongue around the tip of shiu’s cock, forcing a soft groan out of him as he looks down at you. “such a good slut…” he murmured. you took in more of his length in your mouth, at least as much as you could fit. he began to move his hips, weaving his fingers into your hair to bob your head back and forth at his own desired pace. he pushed his cock deeper down your throat, all the way to the hilt, resulting in a gag from you, sending vibrations down the length of his dick. he looked at you, tears now spilling out of your eyes, ruining your eyeliner that now stained your cheeks in splotchy black streaks. he let out another strained moan, pulling his cock out for a split second to allow you to catch your breath. shiu was always more caring, even when he was punishing you. he would sense your tension, and allow you to catch your breath when you were giving him blowjobs or slow his rough pace when your fingers dug a little too deep into his back when he was on top of you. toji, on the other hand, didn’t give a fuck. you could be screaming at the top of your lungs, begging for him to slow down, just for a second, and he would instantly quicken his pace even more. shiu was more like a lover, and toji just loved using you as his little fuckdoll. you didn’t mind, though, for their actions balanced each other out.

shiu slowly eased his length back into your mouth, your lips now swollen. he wrapped his fingers in your hair again, reverting back to his previous pace. “you have such a pretty mouth..” he whispered. toji, still slowly thrusting into you, was beginning to get pissed off at how shiu was treating you with such care. this was supposed to be a punishment, not some passionate love session. he gripped your hips with his rough hands, and immediately began slamming his thick cock into you once again, rougher this time. his grip on your hips was so tight and his cock was so big, you moaned onto shiu’s dick again. this only caused shiu to get more excited, though, quickening the pace of his own hips as he thrusted into your warm mouth. toji’s right hand began to slide up your torso, making its way to your tits. he gripped them tightly, while still gripping your hip with his left. the sound of his skin slapping my ass was so loud, that if anyone had entered the thirteenth floor, you would be able to hear it all the way from the lobby. you licked up and down shiu’s length, taking it all in once again, and bobbing your head back and forth at a faster pace now. you looked up at shiu, his eyes now shut tightly as he mumbled curses under his breath. he placed his hand onto the back of your head, pressing it as you continued your fast movements. you continued to watch him, as he seemed to be nearing his peak. toji pressed his hips even further, pushing his cock even farther than you ever thought it could reach. his right hand skimmed your torso, now on your lower stomach, pressing down. he could feel his own cock bulging in your stomach. “fuck… that’s so hot..” he mumbled in your ear. his pace never slowed, and he pressed down on your lower stomach again, making you moan loudly on shiu’s dick. the vibrations sent shiu over his limit, hot cum spilling into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. he pulled his cock out of your mouth, making a ‘pop’ noise as it exited your swollen lips. you placed a few kitten licks on his tip once more, little drops of cum dripping onto your lips. he got off of the table, and sat back down in his chair, now simply watching toji fuck you rougly. toji ripped you off of the table, pulling you into him, your back now pressed into his bare chest. you thought his dick couldn’t reach any further, but this position allowed him to angle himself even deeper into your dripping cunt. he placed both of his large hands back onto your hips, slamming himself into you at a violent pace. you threw your head back into his chest, moaning loudly. shiu watched in awe. he could now see the outline of toji’s dick in your lower abdomen, causing the blood to rush to his cock once again.

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Shiu & Toji x reader smut

(cw: belly bulge, spit roasting, idk just rly horny.)

hello, i want to get into smut writing so… first attempt. my pussy wrote this, not me. just imagining being sandwiched between these two himbos. meeeeeeooww. anyways let's get on with it. (i didn’t proofread it so sorry if there’s inconsistencies…)

you were about to go out for a drink, getting all dolled up, delicately placing strokes of eyeliner on your eyelids while looking in the mirror. you tied your sleek black hair back, reaching down to the middle of your back. you gazed at yourself in the mirror for a few long seconds, checking your makeup, making sure it was just how you liked it and how you always did it—rosy blush on the high points of your cheeks, dark gray eyeshadow contrasting with your fair skin, thick wings of eyeliner, making your eyes appear cat-like, and dark red lipstick covering your plump red lips. it all appeared so perfect right now, and nothing could ruin it…

you dressed yourself in a long black dress, with thin straps, so thin that a simple tug could snap them off completely. the dress was soft to the touch and dangerously form fitting, highlighting your figure. you were slim, just above the average female height, with curves that appeared so delicate and fragile, your waist curving in and back out again to meet your perfect hips. you walked over to the mirror in your bedroom, straightening out the creases in the dress while simultaneously scanning your own appearance. you remembered why you loved this dress so dearly—the way it hugged your sizable breasts, so soft and glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom. the way the material curved along with your ass—it was all too good. you let your hair out of the tie, letting it cascade around your shoulders and drape in front of your breasts, like it was framing them flawlessly. you strapped on your black high heels one at a time, leaning on the edge of your bed for support when you heard your phone vibrating on your nightstand. you walk over to check who was calling at such a perfect time, hoping it was nothing too important. you leaned over the phone and sighed deeply. “fuck.”

“what do you need?’ you hissed through the phone. “easy, now. there’s a job. it's too much for toji to do on his own, so we need you to accompany us. i sent the driver over. see you soon” they replied. you groaned, desperately wanting someone, anyone to save you. you thought of skipping out on it, simply sending the driver home, but the thought of the abundance of money you could make from this job taunted you. you grumbled under your breath, grabbing your bag full of the tools you would need. you waited at your door, hoping at least the driver would arrive soon to offer some refuge from the cold that was forcing your skin to prick up. you spotted a pair of headlights in the dark, illuminating the dark street that your apartment rested on. the sleek black car pulled up to the front, and you advanced towards it. you opened the back door, slid into the seat, and nodded to the driver. once you shut the door, the car began its journey to the place you dreaded so dearly.

after a drive that felt so drawn out, the car arrived at the building. from the outside, it seemed as though it was simply one of the several corporate buildings within the city, but this was a facade. the driver opened the door for you, escorted you to the sliding automatic doors at the front, and left. you walked to the elevator, your finger automatically pressing the button to the thirteenth floor out of habit. you tapped impatiently on your now crossed arms, your dark red nails creating soft pelting noises on your skin. the doors finally opened, and you walked out to the lobby of the thirteenth floor, your heels clicking on the cold floor. your body habitually made its way to the office you were oh so familiar with, slightly inhaling before your fingers wrapped around the cold handle, opening the door.

“there she is…” shiu exclaimed. he was seated at the large office table, at the very end. toji was seated next to him, with one empty chair in between the two, painfully muscular arms folded over each other. the room was dimly lit, adding to the secretive ambience. “hello shiu.. toji.” you replied, sounding intensely disinterested. “come sit. we were just about to go over the details.” you walked over, hips swaying slightly, as they naturally did. you sat down in the empty chair between them, obviously left vacant for your ass. you felt their eyes intensely roaming over you and your body, contributing to your frustration. “this better be important.” you muttered. your voice was always immediately identifiable—so smooth, slightly deeper, and very womanly, not like a young girl's. “come on… already so angry? what’s the matter...” shiu said playfully, while toji stayed silent. typical. you didn’t reply, the frustration already growing in your core. “why don’t we play nice today, huh?” he added. “god. this is why i fucking hate working with you both.” you snapped in return. “toji… she’s extra feisty today… think we should do something to fix that…?” shiu’s words rolled off of his tongue so seductively. “she deserves a lesson. always coming to our meetings fuckin pissed off… so annoying.” toji muttered out. you were clearly fuming now, trying to hold your tongue. you wanted to snap at both of these men, but you knew it wasn’t the wisest choice. after all, they always towered over you. their bodies so muscular and thick compared to yours, although you had some of your own. shiu’s fingers danced over the material of your dress, tracing circles on your thigh. you crossed your arms, hinting that you were not in the mood. toji’ s rough and large hands also began to creep towards your thighs, as you shifted in your chair. his hand, now enveloping your thigh, massaged it lightly. “jesus christ. can’t go one fucking mission without getting so horny?” you hissed. “come on y/n… you know you always enjoy it… when are you going to stop fighting it…” toji whispered out in a low voice. this was beginning to become a common occurrence. these men lured you in with a “mission,” only for you to end up in these positions. you were always tempted by the money that would come with the job, but it never showed. all these “meetings” would offer you were bruises and bite marks littered all over your delicate skin. you were naive in that aspect, so easily fooled.

you didn’t give in to their seductions at first, letting them satisfy themselves by attempting to get under your skin with all of their teasing. but after their hands roamed your thighs for several minutes too long, your body went against you. it was your worst enemy. always falling weak to their actions, even when your mind wanted to fight it. your dress was now scrunched up to your hips, your black lace thong now visible. “y/n… if you hate this so much… then why are you wearing these…” shiu whispered in your ear. you rolled your eyes lightly. “i was about to go out before you called me here.” shiu and toji both let out a low chuckle to your response, not believing your words one bit. “mhm… and that’s why you’re already so wet too, huh?” toji said in a low voice mixed with a growl. “shut up..” you mumbled. “keep up with this tough guy act of yours and we won’t let you cum this time, brat.” toji snapped back at you. you groaned in response. you were always annoyed when they did this, but the least they could do was let you cum. toji’s big fingers tugged at the lining of your underwear that was covering your slit, pulling it to the side. you felt your cheeks grow slightly warm, as you knew they could both see how slick your folds now were. “fuckin slut” toji muttered. without any warning, he pressed one of his large fingers all the way inside your cunt, causing you to yelp out. “shhh… just relax…” shiu whispered in your ear, brushing your hair to the side and now littering kisses down your neck. toji’s finger moved around, attempting to stretch out your tight and gummy walls. he pressed another finger in harshly, and you gripped onto his forearm as you whimpered. “f-fuck… go easy…” you said under your breath. “no way. slutty little pussy of yours deserves to be punished.” toji said. shiu kept kissing your neck, tongue lapping at your skin as his fingers now tugged at the straps of your dress, pulling them down ever so slowly. he trailed kisses down to your collarbone, finally slipping your dress past your breasts, letting it rest on your ribs. he stared hungrily at your breasts, which were not covered in the usual bra you wore. the dress didn’t need a bra, you thought, so you never wore one with it. toji’s fingers began to pump in and out of your cunt, his fingers covered in your essence now. shiu’s lips wrapped around one of your nipples, as his fingers brushed over the other, tracing light circles around it. his tongue lapped over your nipple, as his breathing grew heavier. toji’s pace quickened, your pussy now making squelching sounds. a soft moan escaped your lips, lacing your fingers through shiu’s hair as his tongue traced circles around your nipple, the bulge in his pants now becoming unbearable. toji’s erection was also now visible through his pants, and your eyes trailed towards it. you hated this. hated how easily you melted into their touch, how their fingers remembered the exact spots to reach that made your panties pool with your wetness. how your body squirmed under their rough touches. toji’s fingers pumped in and out even faster, causing your grip on his arm to tighten and your legs to twitch slightly. your mouth hung open, your dark red lips parted. shiu took this opportunity to place a passionate kiss on your lips, his hands massaging your tits. toji’s fingers curled up into that perfect spot, causing you to moan into the kiss that shiu planted on your lips. his pace never faltered, your body writhing and shaking in that god awful desk chair. you had to break away from the kiss to catch your breath, mewls escaping your lips as your back arched. toji looked up at you, watching your face contort in pleasure with a devilish smirk on his face. shiu’s lips went back to your nipple, sucking harder this time, adding to the pressure that was building in your stomach. his other hand traveled up your neck, lightly holding it, yet not fully choking you. toji pumped his fingers harder, and the coil in your stomach was about to snap. (go to my other post for the rest)

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‘ FUCKING A FAN ON CAM! — toji fushiguro.

— PART ONE!

☰ ft : perv! toji x f! cam girl! reader

+ synopsis : a big man of a dilf lays his perverted eyes on your mouth-watering video on a forbidden site and decides to stay for a while, spending some money as well, and soon brings himself into one... | est. 3.2k+ wc.

cw/tw : sws + exhibitionism, toji is shy ‘n soft at first :(, kinda occ toji?? not rlly :p, size difference, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, degrading, mind break, hair pulling, cervix fucking, kinda rushed the ending sowey :(((

+ note : tbh it's rlly worth reading the first part to understand the plot A LOT more. <333 but enjoyyy! also, i kinda rushed this plot just to get to the smut :p

tossing and turning.

that's all toji did last night, because each panging throb shooting from between his legs couldn't stop, and it was beginning to ache the more he tried to force himself to sleep... but that slutty image of you leaking with a messy webbed slick dribbling down your shaking thighs and a faux, rubbery cock barreling deep into your slippery cunt couldn't fleet his mind...

it was etched into the front of his brain.

he thought, maybe stroking his aching cock to a few more of your videos could work–till he noticed it was almost 4 am, and his body practically begging for him to have mercy...

it was like a bugging itch he couldn't find, just scraping at skin in hopes it would help... because clearly fisting his cock and watching your pretty pussy swallow up a pink, sparkly dildo through a small nimble screen was frustrating him more than anything...

it wasn't helping either, at all.

he needed more.

he needed to feel you.

he initially intended on getting this little gadget called a phone for the purposes of work only, but here he was, jerking his cock till it felt raw...

and here he was, scrolling through endless media as he wondered why he couldn't stop gawking at your countless and explicit videos, even reloading your page a few times a day to see if you uploaded or began to stream.

“a porn addiction?” toji groans...

*ping*

almost as if the gods gave attention to his pleads; leafy eyes peel back wide at the blinking notification with your user hovering over his home screen,

hihiii,

toji44!! thank you so much for the sweet and big donations from yesterday's live stream! i’d like to thank you for your generosity and thank you for being my tier one user by inviting you for a special live stream! but first, please fill out this form and agree to the polices if you'd like to join in! you'll be very much welcumed and i’m sure it's something you can't resist!

— from, y/n. xoxo!

toji’s stomach churned–even his heart was beating hard against his ribs but the heavy beating throbbing at his cock pulsed harder...

“yeah, i’m here.”

toji couldn't even fathom the idea of actually meeting you. just one little email inviting him, and a few back and forth messages confirming his identity all lead him to your personal workhouse.

his palms were clammy as he raised one barred fist to knock at your door... toji never felt this bubbling ache rising in his throat before as he waited, anxiously.

the toji fushiguro? nervous?

... maybe...

the door swings open.

his eyes fall straight down, boggling at the pretty view of yourself standing before him; and immediately admires how the tight pink shorts you wear bite into your supple skin and that thin fabric cupping right at the curve of your perk ass. and he can't help but feel a strong pang shoot between his legs soon as his wondering eyes work up to your perky tits, marveling at how they press hard against your tight top; pebbled peaks, hard and firm against the white cloth...

supple skin was all in his view, and he couldn't even care less, thinking there needed to be more showing–too many clothes he thought.

“hi!–oh my, you sure are a lot bigger than i expected, toji!” you were almost bewildered with batting eyes shooting up to the large, broad man.

he was built, to say the least–the kind of muscles that bulge through tight thin wear, even the softest of flex could lead to a tear in his clothes... his chest to his thighs were even toned–perked, and firm. and his handsome face didn't help the water in your mouth to foam up more than it already was–from the depths of his eyes, he had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks; older, yet aging good, a little too good–he has a few fine lines, but they complemented his contour, and that clean shave with barred skin.

it made you guess he must get used to that look people ogle at him with; the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they look his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. and of course, the sleazy flush that accompanied it was a dead giveaway you were gawking over him... but only if you knew toji was thinking the same; his eyes couldn't peel themselves off of you, keeping them glued to every inch of exposed skin and raking down your body with such intense consistency–practically eye fucking you, daydreaming of ripping those dingy little teasing clothes off and bending you over to the closest surface...

“heh, yeah...” toji finally breaks the silence, yet felt lonesome when you both broke the tense contact.

“well, welcome! come in, come in, please!” blinking a few times to snap back into reality, you let the gruff man step in. and toji leans in with a hinting smile–trying hard to be polite and excuse the building tent rising hard against his buckle...

“i would love to offer you some tea, but since we're scheduled for a... y’know, a stream, we’d just have to get set up in my room!”

“now remember, don't be shy!”

after touring bits of your “work room” to toji–and giggling on about how you work with such big and colorful dildos for a living, and how he's a big supporter of it too, you both settled on your bed with the camera already propped up in the center.

“alright, when i hit play, just do what you think is best, act natural! and if you need help, i can take lead, ok?” tilting your head to the right softly, you think, he's awfully quiet for an ominous-looking man like him as he nods along silently.

‘fuck, ‘m gonna fuck her pussy up, split her into two–use ‘n fuck her so full till she can't walk...’

toji is daydreaming again. still wondering how he even got here, how? just how? you and him, ready, both eager to fuck and you haven't even known each other for more than twenty-four hours...

you giggle as you tap away on your little, sticker-covered laptop before sending out a notification for your other fans.

unironically, toji’s phone pings in his back pocket.

“hehe, thanks for having my notifs on!” you try to ignore his frantic hands trying to fish for his phone in his pocket and press away the buzzing notification... toji catches glimpse of the pretty message gleaming at his phone, only making his throbbing heart to pound the more harder,

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‼️ NEW NOTIFICATION ‼️

⊹˚₊· -ˏˋ FROM : FAV CAM GIRL Y/N ˊˎ- ⊹ ˚₊·

꒰ OPEN? ꒱

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⌜ YES ⌟ NO

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was this... really happening... right now?

he's never done anything like this, not even in a million years he thought he would either. but it wasn't too far-fetched, he's had hookups here and there, but never with a cam girl–a very popular one at that... on top of that, he didn't even know what a cam girl was till he bought his phone, and now here he is, sitting on the bed of one with a rock hard cock throbbing in his pants ready to fuck on a live stream... yet, toji doesn't express the heaving rush to his brain, only resting with a cold glacier look settled in his wised features.

he watches you settle against the quite large bed; your limbs flailing out across the mattress in erotica, almost teasing and seductive as you arch into the sheets–even arching deeper as you tease yourself; hands skimming up and down your body as you watch the timer count down,

3...

“it's okay, touch me, don't be shy.” and toji takes this chance; rough, callused hands quickly finding themselves gluing to your skin, and it makes his mind boggle at how soft you feel–and he’s not even hiding the fact that he needs to squeeze every inch of you as he gets closer...

2...

“fuck me good, ok? make them pay.” you were riling him up–or so to say, trying to break his nimble shell, a man like him has an animalistic side, no doubt about it, and you were trying to tear that out of him, knowing you'll get paid good money to get fucked roughly on camera like a ragdoll. and it clearly showed it was working too; catching the flicker in his emerald eyes to tint with a darker shade, hooding and glossing with eager want...

1...

“give them what they wanna see and give me what i deserve...” spreading your legs wide, you let his heavy body fall between them, watching toji crawl up to you with his sauntering frame hovering dauntingly above yours with such mass...

0...

a ring beeps out and the camera flashes on, and perverted messages start flowing through the chat box with filthy thirsts of you and him,

╭─────(@bigdickbill)🔔💬

╰🤖 : yooo is that her boyfriend? looks old.

╭─────(@fuckmey/n)🔔💬

╰🤖 : looking hot y/n show me that pussy

╭─────(@suckerforclits)🔔💬

╰🤖 : y/n bout to get her pussy fucked up!!!

it all seemed as if toji had already forgotten about the camera; his bestial senses kicking in, already nipping all pointed teeth and cruel lips to suck at the tender skin of your neck, sucking in hard at the pulse point as his body rubbed harder against yours.

wincing at the gentle pain with puckered, glossy lips, you look dead into the camera with puppy–doe eyes, watching the donations roll in...

toji groans, practically humping your body and grinding his hips teasingly along yours, forcing the aching tent bulging in his pants to nudge along your clothed cunt.

his hands twinge.

toji’s hands eagerly guide down to your sides and dip his thumbs beneath your waistband, clipping them into a tight hold before pulling–pulling hard till it ripped into two.

your eyes widen.

utter shock glosses over your features as you feel the cool air lick across your naked body in such swiftness.

all teeth and no tender lips still gnaw at your neck with heavy breaths between each gentle pull he drags at your skin with, and toji wanders dexterous fingers between the gap of your legs; twitching and gliding them till he slipped between the slicked folds of your cunt.

“slut.”

geering at the sudden scorn wisping at the shell of your ear, you can feel toji press the gentle pads of his fingers harder to slip into your cunt with ease.

“do you always walk around with no panties on?” toji’s tongue flicks out, shining a slick line of drool up the pulse of your neck. and you can't even fathom how his deep, resonant voice only amplified the heat at the base of your stomach at each word he sneered out.

“at times...” you tease though a little of your mesmerizing persona.

he scoffs.

toji didn't mind, and toji didn't mind the camera flashing everytime a donation rolled in as he slid his body down slowly between your legs till his watering mouth hovered close to your cunt.

seeing the fat of your folds glisten with a drool of webbed slick made his eyes hood heavy. and toji almost audible groaned too, finally seeing the pretty pussy he's watched on those forbidden websites for hours is now dripping for him.

sucking in cold air through gritted teeth, you feel the man below you delve his warm tongue between the fat of your lips without a second thought. he flicks out a long, broad stroke; flat tongue slicking up and lapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves, it was eager–rushed like movements, but steady and prominent enough to make your back arch deep into the sheets–just good enough to make your lungs begin to ache from the sharp inhales you draw in.

there was something about the way he teased at your little hole as his tongue lapped in tight circles around the bulb of your clit; maybe it was because toji was getting ravenous, sloppy, and eager to taste you–or the foreign feel of a man yearning to fuck his tongue up into you with such want, ramping it deep and curling.

either or, your mouth runs barren while the rest of you is slicked in a fine sheen of perspiration.

“fuck...” the words drag out from your bobbing throat with a long roll to the tongue, hearing the pornographic noise your pussy makes when he nudges a digit between your sopping folds is far beyond obscene. and toji’s practically grinding his hips against the bed when he pushes till the second knuckle and jabbing in to curl deep.

eyes knocking to the back of your head and boggling at the sweet slick friction of his tongue playing idly, you can feel your stomach churn into tightness, feeling your core flutter and sink in when he slipped in a second, sleazy finger.

the stretch alone made your ridden lips catch between your teeth.

he knows exactly what he‘s doing, that was all you could think of. he was experienced, to say the least, he knows how to please a woman, he knows how to make a woman cry out his name and writhe beneath him with still movements.

thighs being pulled wide to spread your folds open further, toji wads out a dribble of drool against your clit; watching with leafy eyes as the slob mixes with your sheer shine he tints with a cocky smirk.

his head bobs up with batting lashes, “think this is were i fuck you know?” he teases, giving a quick glance to the camera.

your head hits hard against the pillows, breathless and quite upset he would stop, but knowing what alone he could do with just a few fingers and a slippery tongue, you were keen for what was bellow that plated buckle of his...

“‘m sure they'll love to see you ruin me some more...” you were practically scratching at your throat to find the right words, still caught up in the world of soft clouds.

a quick sound of a buckle clasps before hitting the floor rings into your ears–he was swift with his moments, slugging his pants till they crumpled up at his ankles before kicking them off.

only now, the unwanted briefs block your buzzing imagination...

you slick your lips, boggling at the sheer view of just his thick outline pressing hard against the black cloth, even a cute little splotch of pre dampens his briefs in white milky libation.

your mind was running on a frenzy, being teased as you watched the older man sling his shirt over his head; revealing the deep outlines of every groove of his prominent muscles, and they flexed and bulged with fierce solidity. batting your fortunate eyes up and down the deity above you was almost sacred, it made your thoughts stutter and frantically imagine all the things you would do to him.

it didn't go unnoticed either...

toji grips a cruel hold around your wrist, forcing your hand to press against his chest and move with his body; slithering your hand with his down his pecs, abdomen, and meeting to his deep v-line, feeling the muscles twinge beneath the sole of your palm.

toji liked this–he loved this, feeling you touch him and wander around him with curious intentions and wide eyes in such laurels.

he lead your hand to the hem of his briefs and stilled his own movements, letting go and making you take the lead of what's to come next... and you weren't shy about it, watching how you were quick to fumble with the hem of his briefs and yank them down until his fully erect cock sprang free and hit against his abdomen.

the skin to skin contact sounded heavy–he looked hefty.

eyes burning with arousal, you almost salivate at the fine view of his cock; he was thick, almost overwhelmingly thick, his length even made you flinch as the pulsing veins wrapped around his shaft throbbed in need, and the crown of his cock beat in a flush rose petal pink and pearls with a dribble of milky pre.

“think it'll fit?”

was he trying to be taboo in front of the camera..?

you couldn't tell, because you, yourself didn't even know if he actually could... and years of working with faux cocks the size of your forearm was easy, but him, he was...

a lot more bigger than you expected–and a lot more bigger than what you were used to...

“try and we’ll just see.” you nervously chuckle out as you lean forward to try and curl your fingers around his length; only a small gap was left to connect your middle and thumb together...

toji firmly plants his knees between yours, forcing you to spread impossibly wide as he bats away your hand to grip himself tightly into his own clammy palm, and direct his cock head between your slick folds. toji twitches and you sigh out as he runs his tip against your sloppy cunt, catching your slick and pressing against your clit teasingly, stimulating your brain to catch a sharp breath of air.

he nudges himself slowly in, already stretching you wide as he dips his hips to buckle against yours quickly. toji was already filling you to the hilt with his sheer size, but feeling how his thumping tip kissed at your cervix with one hard, powerful thrust forced a fierce yelp to jump from your throat. the shock of his rough, imposing presence invading your gummy walls with a cruel stretch made you wince in delicious friction.

toji thought it would be just like in your videos; you taking in a monstrous cock with ease like the pro you are, but watching the way your pretty eyes knock to the back of your head was real–nothing like in your videos, this was a genuine look of urging satfication marinating deeply into your features.

it made his balls tighten, comprehending how his cock alone was making you feel made him tingle.

a pitched moan rolls off your tongue, it was awful, but it had toji gripping calloused thumbs harder into your sides, urging to hear you moan for him again. and as he reeled his strong hips back, heavy cock dragging through your gummy walls, he couldn't help but look into the camera, watching from the new angel in their perspective–a perspective he was once in... and watching how the camera captured the way you swallowed up his cock when he plunges himself back in deeper.

╭─────(@dickandballtorture)🔔💬

╰🤖 : damn!! fuck y/n’s pussy up, rip it!!

╭─────(@puuussylooover69)🔔💬

╰🤖 : wishing that was my cock, wanna fuck her

even catching glimpse of the filthy comments rolling in makes his ego topple, his thrusts to snap into a vigorous pace too. and your babbling mouth spills open with nothing of actual words, but only moans of different pitches and squeals as toji picks a cruel rhythm, drilling his cock impossibly deep into you.

“fuck, got that pretty pussy milking me–look atcha’ milking me baby.” toji leans in close with a wide hand pulling the front of your hair; knotting his knuckles into fine strands and forcing your hinged neck to curve up and ogle at the clear view of his fat cock pace back and forth into you–forcing you to watch him fuck you with a milky translucent ring coating around the base of his length.

sucking in the bubbles of spit threatening to drool off the corner of your mouth, you groan out a feverish moan, admiring the way the fat of his cock stretches your pussy to the hilt, even feeling him jut in your tummy, only to be tossed from the trance; his cruel hand letting go and with quick movements, he settled you on your hands and knees. almost like a whiplash, you were still trying to catch up on how he contorted you like some doll as toji was already poking the bulb of his cock back at your sopping entrance.

“gotta show 'em all the angles.” toji grumbles out almost cockily before raising a cruel hand beside his head and drawing a fierce slap to the supple skin.

tingles immediately lick up your spine, feeling a coarse of ripples run through your body from the puncturing sting, and a weak whine of pain mixed with pleasure jumps from your throat. you even wiggle your perk ass up more unintentionally, silently begging for the sore to bubble up again.

the sheer view of your ass bouncing in his view bare, no cute panties to cover your dignity, just plump and round flesh jiggly made him audibly groan out,

“like that, huh? let ‘em know–let them hear how good you feel.” toji jerks at the fat of your ass, groping a hard fist around the tender skin and pinching his clipped nails in till crescents printed in deep.

trying hard to pull your words together, but feeling the hard round tip of his cock nudge between your folds already had your flushed face smothering into the sheets and fingers scrabbling for purchase.

you can hear him chuckle out, almost even imagining his sleazy smirk of his and that scar rising as he does...

all of this sweet friction and sensation left you suddenly hanging on the edge, feeling your mouth flood with drool at the excitement of a sweet high approaching rapidly as toji plummeted his cock back into you and paced a delicious rhythm–hard and quick, each thrust cared with urgency and long, deep, languid, strokes.

and toji can tell, feeling your walls grip around him needily; practically sucking him back in every time he reals his hips back.

“gonna–fuck–g-gonna...! gonna cum!” you needed one more powerful thrust to set you off the edge, and toji snapped his hips just right; fucking his cock in deep with a gentle curve, hitting your softest spots and forcing your cunt to spray out with a milky mess. coating his cock with slick cum and glistening the sheets and his thighs, toji didn't know his hips would almost bellow out; the feel of your quivering cunt squeezing around him made his heavy balls tighten up and stomach to constrict.

your elated cries muffle into the bed and knuckles turn pale the harder you squeeze the soft blankets as you shake, practically falling apart beneath him, but toji keeps you up with rough hands splayed against your sides with a cruel grip keeping you still.

your cunt flutters and contracts around his cock, making the man stutter his movements, and he lets out a soft moan, reaching his own sweet high; still pumping into you as it took a few rougher and mean thrusts to snap against your numbing ass till his cock twitched–till his heavy knot popped and shot thick and warm ribbons of his cum deep inside of your walls, coating them in his sticky mess.

“fuck...” toji’s head cranes back, his throat bobbing as he slowly rocks his hips against yours, trying to stretch out his high as long as he can...

as he sucks in the hot and heavy air, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, watching how your sopping pussy gushed with a fall of thick white, and he didn't hesitate to spread your ass wide and bully your limp body towards the camera, forcing your puffy lips to spread in front of it, just like in those videos...

“hey! we got over five thousand dollars!”

tags : @vmpirx , @sparklingtragedy , @kenmasbimbo , @atsumeii , @sacvh , @luvbladez , @dukina , @rynfushiguro14 , @sauza , @getosbunny , @diaphanoso !

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ᥫ᭡ ─ CAN’T TAKE IT! ⸝⸝ multi.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ getō, gojo, toji, nanami, choso x f!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ how they react to you “running” from them when it becomes too much to handle.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 0.9k wc.┊pwp. separate smut. twitter p*rn. cervix fucking. belly bulging. overstimulation. size difference. dacryphilia. degrading (w/ gojo). spanking (w/ getō + toji). hair pulling (w/ toji). choking (w/ choso). big mean men with big fat cocks.┊(17+).

ᥫ᭡ ─ suguru getō !

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getō is so mean and cocky about it :( he knows he has a fat cock and he knows how his cock is too big for your little cunt to handle all in one go, so he enjoys bullying your poor little pussy with a smirk till your begging for him to slow down..

⤷ a stinging swat cracks down onto your aching ass that already welts with large and cruel handprints, “what did i tell you about doing that?” getō grunts, clipping his hands around your sides to reel you back against him, again, in just the span of five minutes, “hm? use your words baby.” he sneers, forcing your hips against his till the hard flushed crown of his cock kisses your soft spot, kissing your sensitive cervix.

“you.. you said to s-stop runnin’ from you.” you hiccup. “then why do you keep doin’ that, huh?” getō knows exactly why, knowing how his cock ravages your poor and abused insides at each long, deep, and languid stroke he plunges with, but he just wants to hear it babble out from your mouth for his own pleasure, “because! y’know you're too big to be going that fast!” you whine out, chest heaving and heart thumping against your ribs at the hefty feel of his heavy cock jerking and throbbing deep inside of you.

“you're really whiney tonight, y’know..” you feel getō’s hand soothe down your soft mound of flesh, wisping gentle fingers against that sensitive skin that quivers, “‘n y’know how i feel about that mouth of yours babbling out excuses rather than just listening.” another mean strike connects roughly against your skin, feeling it begin to itch at the stinging contact as getō pulls his hips back in sync, ready to clash with yours, and with a smirk resting at his lips, already hearing you draw out a whine for mercy..

ᥫ᭡ ─ satoru gojo !

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gojo’s ego could only shoot up so high when you're clinging at the sheets for your dear life for the way he bullies your little pussy. he can't help it either :| he can't help but watch you tremble beneath him with wary eyes as a plea to slow down, only to be met with cruel whispers and chuckles at your weakness..

⤷ “better take this cock like a good little slut,” just the second of trying to pop off his cock and hands flinging back to nudge at his abdomen, gojo’s larger hands are already swatting yours away and raking down your sides to reel you back in, “i said to take it, not run from it.” he jeers.

and gojo’s thrusts only get cruel at each plea you let out; each rough buck of his hips clashing with yours shooting you into a deeper reverie, falling almost entirely limp at the way he uses your sopping little pussy, using you till your shaking in his hands like a ragdoll. he can't help it either, adoring the way you stuff your weeping face into the fluff pillows, little hands clinging to the sheets as a safe haven, and feet softly trying to kick away the pain of delicious and debleating pleasure.

“begging for this cock all day like a little fuckin’ whore,” the way his cock jabs up and against your tummy sports a pretty bulge of his thick print pistoning in and out of you at each long stroke he sharply plunges in with, “now your tryna run from it,” he tch’s, almost laughing at the way you shiver and squirm below him, almost wanting to mock the way you cry out how it's too much, but only a silent editorial falls through, “such a whore, can't even take cock, pathetic..”

ᥫ᭡ ─ toji fushiguro !

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toji is a big ol’ bully :( he fucks his fat cock so deep into your abused little cunt till you start to cry, till little tears cling at your lashes just for him to only mock you. mimic your words like a mean ol’ bully would :( he’ll even watch you hiccup till you settle down with a stern, annoyed look on his face just for him to do it all again..

⤷ “the fuck you runnin’ for? huh?” a guttural growl scratches at toji’s throat raw, annoyed, again, that you keep whining and thrusting upwards and away from his cock that buries deep into your little cunt, “get your ass back here.” with his draw of words, a sharp prick lands against the curve of your ass, and it's cruel, feeling his callused fingers drag along your skin till it raked with his print, even feeling the cold wedding band around his finger drag against you.

“‘s too much t-toji—!” your agonized plea that falters into the many pillows your face is flushed into gets strained from your throat, ripping a cry to fumble through when his hand clipped through your hair, pulling from the thick roots.

“aww, what's that? you said ‘s too much?” he mocks, almost chuckling at the way you nod in mercy, “too bad. you're a big girl so take this fuckin’ cock like one.” the sharp buck of his strong hips clashing against yours forces your body to jolt upward at the rough contact, almost knocking the air out your heaving lungs, feeling how his heavy cock stuffs your gummy walls to the hilt, how you can feel it bulge against your insides, feeling the fat crown of his cock kissing your cervix when he picks back up his mean rhythm..

ᥫ᭡ ─ kento nanami !

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nanami is so gentle and patient with you, even when he grunts a little for having to pull you back against him.. but that doesn't stop him from soothing you, rubbing your tummy that bulges with the thick print of his cock, soothing your flushed face that pearls with beads of sweat and salty tears, and making you cry because it gets too much to handle for your little cunt to take :(..

⤷ “it's alright sweetheart, you can take it,” nanami seats you back onto him, grasping a vice around the dip of your hips to hold you down, “take your time, you can do it.” he feels you shaking above him, legs trembling and back curling forward in defeat.

“kento i cant— it's too much, i can't..” you whimper, clammy hands clinging to his broad shoulders as a safe haven, and the teary look you give him in failure makes him sigh heavily, “yes you can,” your eyes lighten, batting up to his in plea as he sits there, cock throbbing deep in your gummy walls, “don't look at me like that and get to it.” he's not asking anymore, hearing the way his demand rolled off his tongue like a sharp blade scratching at your ears.

“but—” “no. you take it or do i need to do all the work?” nanami’s grip around you tightens, almost pricking his clipped nails into your fevered skin. you quickly swallow down your pitty, knowing, either way, you weren't going to get your way. and knowing you can't take his cock when you're riding him like this, but you can take your time, unlike when he's in control.. and he knows that too. so, you press your shaky legs upwards and plop back down against him, filling yourself up with the fat of his cock..

ᥫ᭡ ─ choso !

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his grip gets cruel :( his big callused hands clip around your sides and throat so roughly and firm you can't move, not even a nudge, but only bounce along with the hard thrusts of his hips clashing with yours :( choso just wants you to be a big girl for him..

⤷ “move again,” choso was quick to wrap his long, slender fingers around your throat that bobs in sync with your hiccups, “‘n watch what happens.” his threat is cruel to your ears, making your heart swell in defeat, and forcing yourself to settle below him, to open your shaky legs back up and swallow down your hiccups.

he waits and watches you with hooded eyes, they're murky, clouded, and filled with ecstasy but drilled with annoyance from your stubbornness, “you done?” he asks, almost as if he's playing a cruel game with you because his mean grip around your throat only tightens at his question. hardly the smallest of squeaks falter from between your lips as you try to answer, but the crush to your windpipe is forcing otherwise, almost as if he's tired of hearing you whine.. so, you nod your head in response.

“good girl.” choso draws his hips back, angling himself just right to pump up his thick cock back into you, to fill you back up and watch you squirm at the debleating pleasure rising at your tummy. and as soon as he picks back up his rhythm, your shaky hands are already trying to push him away, pressing the tips of your fingers against his abdomen, feeling the tense muscles flex beneath the pads of your fingers, “knock it off,” his free hands swats yours away, “just a little longer, okay? you think you can do that?” he knows he's lying..

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