rynfushiguro14

[rynfushiguro14]

◇━━━ Breakin' Tiles!

a/n note. I wanted to see if I could still write smut while I was completely butt ass naked in the bath—definitely not inspired by my bathing daydreams or anything! Who created this picture?! @luvhiso and I couldn't find it anywhere; we could only track down the official art sketch. If anyone knows, please reach out to either Smiley or me so I can give proper credit. ♡

pairing: Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader

◇ warning. Let's see here, 18+ MDNI, explicit rough sex, shower sex, blowjob (m receiving), face fucking, throat bulging, cum swallowing, floor sex, p in v, fem bodied reader, unprotected sex, creampie, he uses nen on your pussy (?!)

sypnosis. Grief-stricken by Uvogin’s recent death, Chrollo seeks solace in you, and before he departs to steal Neon’s nen, you offer yourself to him, allowing him to release his sorrow through your sweet cunt in the shower. 

word count. 3.8k

Chrollo’s gray-hued gaze bore down on you, cold with the lingering cloud of fresh grief. Despite his mind being far away, he was studying your submission, savoring how low you’d sunk—on your knees, cunt throbbing, mouth-watering, waiting for his command. His gaze, distant and gloomy, only made your desperation worse. You were nothing more than a devoted whore for him, and the shame of it made you wetter, your swollen folds practically begging for release. But that wouldn’t come until he decided. Until you earned it.

You didn’t care that your knees ached, and bruised from kneeling on the cold tile. That pain was a dull throb, nothing compared to the fire raging between your legs. Every second of his silence was unbearable, his unreadable glare making your heart race, your lips parting to catch your breath. You licked them instinctively, eyes wide and worshipful, as if his body were the only thing you lived for.

Chrollo’s body was your altar, and his cock… your offering.

It dangerously loomed before you, impossibly thick and heavy, veins bulging like they were about to burst under the pressure. The fat, swollen head dripped with precum, the thick liquid oozing down the length of his shaft. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it, couldn’t stop the way your body ached with need, the slick between your legs running down your thighs. His cock curved slightly upward, the tip an angry, dark red, so close you could almost taste it. Your cunt clenched at the sight, your body already begging for him to fill you, stretch you until you broke.

Your trembling fingers reached out, wrapping around the base of his cock, feeling it throb against your palm. His skin was hot, slick with water and precum, and you felt his desire pulse under your grip like a second heartbeat. Your hand barely fit around the girth, and the sheer size of him made your mouth go dry with anticipation. You knew that once you took him in, he’d wreck you, ruin you, and the thought made your pussy clench in anticipation.

You leaned in, your tongue slipping out, eager to taste him. The first lick was tentative, a soft swipe along the underside of his shaft, but the salty bitterness of precum and water made you shiver. You licked again, firmer this time, dragging your tongue up the thick vein that ran along his length. Chrollo’s cock twitched in your grip, a silent order for you to keep going. His hand clamped down on your head, fingers digging into your scalp, forcing your mouth to take him.

You gasped as he guided you, your lips parting to take in the swollen head, your tongue swirling around the tip as precum flooded your mouth. He tasted filthy—bitter, salty, and thick, making your throat tighten, but the feeling of submission only made you wetter. His cock was heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips as you took more of him, inch by inch until you were choking on his length. The pressure of him against your throat was unbearable, but you didn’t stop, your cunt dripping onto the shower tiles as you worshipped him with your mouth.

Chrollo’s grip tightened, his hips pushing forward, forcing you to take him deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gagged around his cock, the obscene, wet sounds of your mouth echoing in the shower. He was relentless, using your mouth like it was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. The thought of it, the humiliation, made your pussy gush, your whole body trembling as you gave yourself over to him completely.

You moved with him, your body syncing with his rhythm as he forced himself deeper down your throat. Each brutal thrust sent a shiver through you, the bulge of his cock visibly stretching your throat as he plunged in and out. The crushing grip he had on your head only made you slobber more, spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest as he fucked your mouth mercilessly. If he pressed harder, he could easily pop your head like a melon, and that knowledge—how close he was to destroying you—only made you more desperate to please him.

His cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly, a violent rhythm that left you gagging and choking, your eyes watering as his heavy, porcelain balls slapped wetly against your chin with each thrust. The obscene, wet slap, slap of his balls against your face echoed in the shower, mixing with the sound of your choked breaths and the filthy squelch of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. He was relentless and rough, and it felt like he was using your mouth to rid himself of every bit of grief weighing him down.

And yet, even as he used you, you felt like you were giving him something—sucking the sadness out of him, your mouth offering a kind of solace. His gaze darkened, the icy detachment in his gray eyes cracking slightly. His lips remained pressed into a thin line, but the tension was there, building, about to snap.

His eyes, though—there was a flicker of something behind them now, something more primal, more raw. You felt it. He was losing his control, bit by bit. And you wanted to see him break, wanted to watch the stoic mask crumble and reveal the feral lust underneath. You craved it, to make him lose himself completely, to pull him back to life with your touch, your mouth.

Your hand slid up his thigh as you deepened your suction, hollowing your cheeks around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The guttural groan that escaped his throat sent a thrill through you, your cunt clenching at the sound of it. You were so close to unraveling him, to make him forget everything except the feeling of your mouth and the heat of your body.

You sucked harder, your tongue swirling around the thick veins of his cock, savoring the salt of his precum. His grip tightened, his hips jerking forward more erratically now. His breathing was ragged, lips parting as his control slipped away. You could feel it in the way his cock twitched, the way his balls tightened as he neared his breaking point.

This was what you wanted—to bring him to the edge, to make him lose himself in you completely, to watch the cold, distant Chrollo unravel into something raw and primal, just for you.

His cock twitched violently in your mouth, thick and pulsing as he reached the brink. Without warning, his grip on your head tightened to a vice-like hold, shoving you down until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. You felt him hit the back of your throat and beyond, your airway constricting as your lips stretched around him, eyes watering. He groaned, low and primal, as the first hot, thick spurt of cum exploded down your throat. It hit so fast that you barely had time to process it, let alone breathe.

Wave after wave of his cum flooded your mouth, sliding down your throat in thick ropes, overwhelming your senses. You gagged, throat convulsing around his cock, but he didn’t let up—forcing every last drop down until you were choking on it, gasping for air. Gulp. Gulp. The filthy sound of you swallowing echoed in the shower, his cock twitching with each swallow, as if marking every bit of control he had over you.

You could barely keep up, his cum spilling from your lips, dripping down your chin in messy, obscene strands. But he wasn’t finished. Just as the last tremor of his orgasm wracked his body, he yanked his cock from your mouth with a slick, wet pop, leaving you gasping, drooling, and cum still leaking from your parted lips. You barely had time to recover before his hands were on you, dragging you up like you weighed nothing, your legs shaking from the intensity of it all.

Without a word, he slammed you against the glass wall of the shower, your back hitting the cold surface with a sharp slap. The shock of it sent a jolt through your body, your bare skin sticking to the fogged-up glass, wet from the steam and your sweat. You let out a needy, breathless whine, your body trembling as his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart, his cum still clinging to your lips.

Before you could catch your breath, his lips brushed your ear, his voice dark and commanding. "You're going to take it," he growled, his tone sending a fresh wave of arousal straight to your core. "Take it all."

His words were like fire, setting your nerves alight. You felt the heavy weight of his cock—still rock hard—press against your slick entrance, the head teasing your swollen folds. Your pussy throbbed, drenched, and aching to be filled. You whimpered, your body betraying you as your hips shifted forward, desperate for him to stretch you, to fuck you senseless.

He didn’t hesitate. His cock shoved into you in one brutal, unforgiving thrust, your slick walls parting around him with a wet squelch. The stretch was instant, the thick girth of him forcing you open, your pussy swallowing him greedily, your head thrown back against the glass as you let out a strangled moan. The sharp slap of his hips against yours echoed through the shower, each thrust deeper than the last, his cock plunging into you like he was claiming you, owning every inch of your body.

“You feel that?” he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice barely above a growl as he buried himself inside you, his hips grinding against yours, forcing you to take every inch. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked until you can’t even think?”

You could barely respond, your mind blank from the overwhelming pressure of him filling you, stretching you so wide it hurt—but in the best way. Every thrust hit deep, dragging a filthy, wet sound from your cunt, the tight space between your bodies slick with your arousal. His balls slapped against your ass with each brutal thrust, the obscene smack of skin on skin only heightening the filthy scene, making you tremble.

Your legs were shaking, barely able to hold you up as he pounded into you, pushing you harder against the glass. It creaked under your weight, but neither of you cared. All you could feel was him—his cock ramming into your tight heat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he whispered filthy things into your ear. "You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?" he rasped, his voice dark, breath hot against your neck. "Every fucking inch of me."

Chrollo’s presence was overwhelming, his body towering over you with a deadly grace that made him seem more god than man. The steam from the shower clung to his pale skin, droplets running down the sharp planes of his body, tracing the defined lines of muscle that rippled with every motion. His chest was broad but sleek, the kind of strength that was deceptive—he didn’t need to bulk up to be powerful. His shoulders were wide, tapering down to a narrow waist that highlighted the striking V-shape of his torso. The faintest scars marred his otherwise perfect skin, each one a silent testament to the battles he had fought, adding a rugged allure to his otherwise pristine beauty.

His dark hair usually slicked back with meticulous precision, was now disheveled from the water and the heat of your body. Strands of it clung to his forehead, damp and wild, casting shadows over his piercing gray eyes. Those eyes—once cold and emotionless—now burned with intensity. There was a depth in them that you hadn’t seen before, a flicker of something raw, something primal, as they roamed over your body, taking in every quiver, every tremble of pleasure he drew from you.

His lips, pale and thin, were pressed into a hard line as he fought to keep control, but the flush of color creeping up his neck betrayed him. His breath came in ragged pants now, heavy and uneven, the tension in his jaw showing how hard he was holding back. Yet despite the restraint in his expression, his body told a different story. His muscles were taut, veins bulging down his arms as he gripped you, holding you up with an ease that made you feel impossibly small in his grasp.

His thighs, powerful and thick, flexed with each thrust, driving his hips into yours with a relentless rhythm that shook the glass door behind you. Every inch of him was perfection, sculpted and lethal, his body a weapon of control and desire. His cock—thick, veined, and still pulsing inside you—felt like it was made to stretch you to your limits, the head hitting deep against your cervix with every powerful thrust. It curved slightly upward, veins running along its thick length, its heavy weight filling you.

His hands, calloused yet elegant, gripped your thighs tightly, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he held you against the glass, shaking the very structure with the force of his need. His pale skin, wet from the shower and slick with sweat, gleamed under the dim light, making him look almost ethereal like some dark angel sent to break you. Yet for all the perfection in his form, it was the small cracks in his facade that made him irresistible—the flush on his cheeks, the subtle twitch of his lips as he struggled to keep control, and the way his breath hitched every time you clenched around him.

Chrollo was an enigma—a perfect blend of beauty and danger, control and chaos. As his hips drove into you, as his cock stretched you open, it felt like he wasn’t just fucking you—he was consuming you, body and soul. 

Unbeknownst to you, the atmosphere between you shifted. Chrollo’s quiet intensity was morphing into something far more dangerous, more consuming. He had been slowly releasing his bloodlust, the dark, primal energy that he kept so carefully locked away, letting it seep into the air around you, winding tighter and tighter. That unrelenting grip, those vicious thrusts—all of it carried the weight of the hunger he had been holding back. And now, he was letting it loose on you, intensifying every touch, every thrust, making your body quake with an overwhelming surge of pleasure mixed with fear.

His gaze, once icy and detached, was now wild, unhinged like he had finally given in to the madness swirling in his chest. You barely had time to catch your breath before he moved, yanking you down from the glass, flipping you over so quickly your world spun. Your body was slammed down onto the cold tile floor, your face pressed against the wet surface, your ass raised high for him. The hard tile bit into your skin, but that pain was nothing compared to the sheer force with which he took you.

"Chrollo…!" you cried out, voice breaking as his cock drove back into you, filling you with a brutal intensity that made your body arch in response. “Please—ah! I can’t—!” Your words were cut off by a sharp gasp as he thrust deeper, harder, slamming into you like he was trying to break you.

His hands gripped your hips tight, fingers digging so hard into your flesh you were sure he’d leave bruises, but the way he was fucking you, the way he was completely losing control, made you forget about everything else. All you could feel was him—his cock stretching you, filling you, the thick length dragging along every sensitive spot inside you, forcing wave after wave of pleasure to crash over you.

The atmosphere around you grew heavier as if the very air was thickening with an oppressive force. You could feel it—the surge of Chrollo’s Nen, leaking out of him uncontrollably, intertwining with yours. It was suffocating, pulling you into an emotional maelstrom as his aura pressed down on you, its weight forcing submission, forcing surrender. Every movement, every thrust became not just a physical act but a spiritual one, his essence penetrating you deeper than you thought possible.

His silence was deafening. There were no more commands, no words at all—just the frantic, almost desperate way he was fucking you. His grip on your hips tightened, nails digging into your skin, and you knew he was unraveling.

Your face was crushed against the cold, wet tile, and all you could hear was the steady crackle of it shattering beneath the intensity of his thrusts. Each violent slam of his hips echoed through your entire body, the sound of the breaking tiles mingling with the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies colliding. His cock was relentless, stretching you, filling you to the point of madness, the slick squelch of it plunging into your soaked pussy resonating through the room, the kind of sound you swore Shalnark could hear down the hall.

His thrusts were so brutal, so animalistic, that the glass door of the shower shook violently, rattling in its frame with every slam of his hips. You were sure it would shatter under the force of him, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the feeling of him inside you—huge, thick, and unforgiving. Every inch of him was pulsing, throbbing, pushing you to the edge, over and over again, until you were lost in a haze of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Your body betrayed you. You had already lost count of how many times you came, the sheer force of it each time tearing a scream from your throat. Your legs shook uncontrollably, barely able to support you as your body was wracked with pleasure, your pussy clenching around him as you shattered again and again, completely at his mercy.

But then something changed. His thrusts became erratic, and wild, as if he was losing control. You couldn’t see him—your face was pressed too hard into the floor—but you could feel it. The raw, frantic energy that was consuming him, making him shake, making his aura explode around you. It was like he was breaking apart, piece by piece, and as his thrusts became more violent, you felt something wet hit your back—not water from the shower, but something warmer, something more human.

He was crying.

Silent, desperate tears that spilled onto your skin as he drove into you with a force that felt like it was tearing him apart. His body shook, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps as he fucked you harder, faster like he was trying to purge every emotion, every fragment of grief, anger, and despair that had been buried deep inside him.

His hands were trembling now, still gripping your hips with bruising force, but there was no control anymore—just pure, unfiltered need. He was an animal, his aura swirling chaotically, enveloping you both in a whirlwind of intense emotion, his spiritual energy mingling with yours until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.

The cracking tiles beneath you splintered further, breaking under the sheer force of him slamming into you, your body a trembling mess as another orgasm tore through you. Your cunt clenched around him uncontrollably, your cries echoing in the small space as you felt your aura give way, bending completely to his overwhelming power.

His body was magnificent—every muscle in his back and arms rippling with tension, veins bulging under his pale skin as sweat and water dripped from him, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, the strands falling messily over his furrowed brow, but his eyes—those usually cold, calculating eyes—were broken now, overflowing with something raw, something vulnerable.

The tears kept coming, mixing with the water as he pounded into you, his cock throbbing inside your soaked, swollen cunt, stretching you beyond your limits. His jaw was clenched tight, lips pressed into a thin line, but you could feel the silent sobs wracking through him as he gave in, completely losing himself in you.

You could barely speak, barely breathe, the intensity of his aura crushing you, forcing you to take everything he had—every emotion, every thrust, every ounce of grief that was pouring out of him. You came again, your body convulsing as his Nen washed over you, the sheer force of it pushing you beyond the edge, making your entire being tremble with the overwhelming ecstasy of it all.

His cock twitched violently inside you, and with one final, brutal thrust, he let go—completely. His aura exploded around you, suffocating, consuming, as his body convulsed, and he came deep inside you, filling you with a hot rush that seemed to burn through your entire core. You cried out, your voice broken and raw, your hands gripping the shattered tiles beneath you as he spilled himself into you, his body trembling uncontrollably, the last remnants of his control slipping away.

Chrollo’s head dipped close to your cheek, his breath labored and uneven. You felt the wet warmth of his tears, pure and unchecked, streaming down his face, mingling with the sweat and water. He pressed his pelvis hard against you, his cock still buried deep inside, as his body shook with the overwhelming combination of pleasure and grief. "Fuck... I didn’t know it could feel like this," he muttered hoarsely, tears falling faster as he cursed himself for not doing this sooner. Your swollen cunt, so tight and soaked, gripped him like nothing else, and the pain of his loss only heightened the pleasure.

Both of you slumped on the floor, bodies spent and battered, as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your vision fading into white. Yet even in that haze, you felt the soft press of his lips on your forehead, his inky black hair falling over his intense, sorrowful gray eyes, and the cross that was etched into his temple. Your ass burned from the groping, the slaps—red and tender from the roughness of his touch.

"We should have done this sooner," he chuckled lightly, his voice soft��as he checked over you with a tenderness that felt almost foreign after what had just happened. His thumb gently stroked your sensitive clit as he pulled out, offering a soothing touch despite how completely wrecked you were. And then, as you lay there, utterly spent, his quiet laugh made your heart flutter, the faintest spark of life in the aftermath of your shared devastation. You had given him something, even if just for a fleeting moment—a solace that ran deeper than words could express.

Your head turned weakly over your shoulder, and you were met with his lips, soft yet firm as they captured yours in a brief, gentle kiss. "My sweet girl…" he whispered, his voice laden with a mix of affection and exhaustion.

Extra <3:

Shalnark barely glanced up, but the moment he caught sight of you, he raised an eyebrow, his expression deceptively serious.

"Whoa," he said, spinning around in his chair to face you fully. "You okay? That shakiness isn’t normal. We should probably get you to a hospital."

Your cheeks burned, and you shot him a look. "I’m fine," you grumbled, trying to sound more composed than you felt, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Shalnark, of course, wasn’t fooled. His lips twitched, holding back a grin. "Uh-huh," he nodded sagely. "Sure you are." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "But, you know, if you start feeling faint or anything, just let me know. I’ve got connections with a great nurse!"

You couldn’t help but glare at him, though deep down you knew he was just messing with you—probably having the time of his life after what he undoubtedly overheard and felt...

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[rynfushiguro14]

Someone actually got down and dirty and made all the members of the phantom troupe, like they all have parents, Feitans little ass came out of someone’s balls, that’s wild

[rynfushiguro14]

Day twenty five : sugar baby reader with chrollo

Tags: @aliceattheart @my-eyelash-flew-off

Warnings: this is more headcannon style, sugar baby, fake love, a little yandere not rlly, short

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He has a sugar baby because he doesn’t have time for a full time partner

Your get a hefty allowance plus whatever he buys you on shopping trips before he takes you back to his hotel

When he’s having sex he’s not at all focused I’m your pleasure and he doesn’t have to be, he pays for stress relief without burden

He likes positions where he doesn’t have to do a lot of work so stuff like reverse for girl and just plain old having you ride him

He’s a big fan of blowjobs, having you come to his fancy hotel and sit under his desk with his dick in your mouth while he’s doing paper work is one of his favourite things

He would rather you not date or have another sugar daddy, if you go against is wishes you’ll find the person you did it with disappears

He really like when you lick is abs or muscles in general, having you kneel in front of him licking up his abs is a feeling he can’t explain

If he needs a side piece for a mission your the side piece and you get a bonus on your allowance

He pays big money, $5000 weekly allowance, bills payed in a nice apartment he got you, lavish shopping trips, your groceries, he just funds your life

He pays for everything but he also expects a lot from you, clear your week when he wants to see you, dress how he likes, do your makeup and hair how he likes, wear the panties and bras he picks out just for you

For what he’s paying he wants someone good

[rynfushiguro14]

━━ ❝ sweet, sticky, thick, and pretty ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : toji wants to give you another baby

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : this is a post from my old blog but i revamped it and i really wanted to share this again because i was really proud of it. and yes, it's another breeding kink + pregnant kink. consider it a part two, since it takes place after megumi is born

toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you.

yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things.

it starts off with how he sees you coo over megumi, calling him your sweet baby. you're such a good mother, too, it's clear you'd likely be the favorite parent to that little brat.

but god, does he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid that he gave you.

the day you ask megumi what he wants for his upcoming 4th birthday at dinner, neither one of you is prepared for the words that come out of your son's mouth.

“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly as he chews on the steamed carrots, looking at you and toji. it was clear from how confident the little guy is that he's put a lot of thought into this.

“but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.”

little brat. you straight up choke, trying to stop the laugh-coughs as toji looks at his son, offended. this really is his son, because who else but you and the kid he made with you could have the nerve to say shit like that to him?

“twerp, you look just like me, you realize that, right?”

megumi huffs, looking at his dad in the cutest little glare. “that’s 'cause i'm a boy, though," he explains as if it's obvious, his precious little cheeks puffed up as he stuffs more of his food in his mouth.

"my sister has to be like mommy. you’d be an ugly girl, daddy.” toji just rolls his eyes, pinching the cheeks of the mini him, ignoring his protests. as the two bicker, you think. would it...really be that bad to have another baby? you always wanted a girl, after all, and toji took such good care of you and megumi...it couldn't be that bad. “well, uhm,” you begin, catching the attention of toji, an unfamiliar smile on your face.

there's a mischievous look on your face right now, his eyes narrowing as he waits for your response. whatever you're about to say is either going to haunt him for the next few days or make him roll his eyes at you.

“i'm sure daddy and i can work something out for you, 'gumi, but let’s think of some other things, too, m'kay?” 

ah.

you went the haunting route.

ignoring the little cheer his son let out, toji can't hide the disbelieving look that crosses his face when he processes what you just said.

'daddy'?

you've said the word, sure, usually when you talk to megumi about him. but something was different about how you said it, the way you looked at him when you said it, the barely visible flutter of your eyes...a silent promise there'd definitely be a deeper conversation about it later.

the very day megumi has a sleepover with the neighbor's kid, yuuji, toji is mentally cheering. he loves his son with all his heart, he truly does, but having a toddler in bed meant limited contact with his pretty wife.

it's only been 3 days since that little comment you made and it's been on toji's mind constantly. every time he tried to bring it up with you, megumi would interrupt and toji was not being the reason his son ended up traumatized because he overheard mommy and daddy talking about making babies in the kitchen.

"bye, gumi! make sure you behave for mr. nanami, okay? have fun with yuuji," you coo as you press two kisses to your son's cheeks, snapping toji back to the present.

"see ya, kid, be good," toji says, giving a nod of acknowledgement to nanami. megumi barely says goodbye before he runs after yuuji to the car, his run a bit awkward because of his overnight backpack.

waving goodbye to nanami, you shut the door, turning to look at toji with that smile as you.

"hi, toj."

you think you're so cute, don't you?

"hey, mama."

toji can't even lie, you are. wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants? yeah, your the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes one. his hands rest on your hips, pulling you flush to his chest. fuck, you weren't even doing anything but he could already feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.

he's never been so whipped in his life.

"d'you wanna talk," you murmur lowly, your finger running over the thin silver chain on his neck. "we could go to the bedroom...and talk about the baby thing."

toji's eyes darken at the suggestion, knowing exactly what would happen the moment you both go into the bedroom. "yeah. think it's 'bout time we talked about it," he hums as he grips your wrist, tugging you to your room.

as soon you both step foot into the bedroom, toji hungrily presses your lips against his, letting out a deep groan. "had me thinkin' about knockin' you up again all fuckin' week, mama," toji sighs against your lips, tongue running over your lower lip.

"wanted to stuff you full so fucking bad."

feeling you sigh so prettily into the kiss, his doesn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth, hands busying themselves as they push your (his) sweats down off your hips before guiding you back to the bed.

you knew he would get excited over your comment, but you didn't think it would be to the point where he was rutting into you as he practically devoured you, feeling your back hit the bed.

“you want to give our 'gumi a sister? wanna be a mommy again," he questions, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours. one of his hands slithers up under the oversized t-shirt to cup one of your tits and roughly knead it, his thumb just barely grazing over your nipple.

"wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?" 

you just hum a little breathless. your hand comes up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. he's so handsome when he's over you like this, his chain dangling right in your face.

“maaaaybe. megumi just made me think about it, 's all. you've been a good dad t' him, how could i not want to give you another one,” you coo, guiding him closer so you can press a kiss against the scar on his lip. 

“besides…”

toji grunts when he feels your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against you so you can feel the thick, heaviness of his arousal through his sweatpants.

“don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.”

after those words leave your pretty little mouth, toji is on you as he realizes that you're 100% going to give him the worse breeding kink ever.

"'m gonna fuckin' ruin you," he growls into your ear. you aren't given a second to protest before he's ripped your panties off, complaints falling on deaf ears. the tips of his fingers gently run over your puffy pussy lips, your slick wetness coating his fingers.

"fuck, mama, you're soaked already." his eyes are focused on your face as you squirm and whimper when he swirls little circles into your clit, an evil smirk on his face. "can't wait to fill you up 'til you're dripping with my cum, doll."

you can't stop your hips from trying to grind into his hand, eyes rolling back when he teased your entrance. "toji, c'mon, baby, i need you s'bad."

"baby, you know you can't take me without prep," he coos at you. he can feel how hot and slick you are, finally, finally slipping two of his fingers inside your cunt. and oh, the way you arch your back a little bit with a pleading whine of his name is so, so pretty, you're so fucking cute.

"mmn, maybe y'don't need prep, you just sucked my fingers right in," he says huskily before pressing a little kiss to the corner of your mouth. "you wanna try, mama? wanna see if you can fit my cock in you? really gonna feel that stretch, though, babe," toji warns, knowing you can't give a sensible answer when he starts pumping his fingers in and out.

when it seems like your about to answer him, the only thing that escapes your mouth is a shaky moan, his thick fingers curling to hit just the right spot inside of you that has you gushing. unable to form words, you tug on his shirt and nod frantically, just wanting to feel toji stuffing you full.

"yeah? you wanna try?" toiji pulls his fingers out of you, chuckling when you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. he pops his fingers in his mouth, cock throbbing at the addictive taste of your cunt on his tongue. "c'mon, we're both wearing too much, let's get you outta that shirt, ma."

you waste no time throwing the shirt off, not even giving him the chance to undress you. but once your shirt is off, you're practically ripping off his stupid black t-shirt that made his pecs look fucking delicious and those damn sweatpants and boxers that hid your prize.

as you fuss over his boxers, toji takes a moment to look at you spread out on the bed before him. you still had a bit of chub on you, tummy nice and soft and cute, just how he likes it. if he knew where his phone was, he'd take a picture of you right now; frustrated, horny, naked, and pretty. all for him.

"tojiiii, stop staring and kick off your stupid boxers, you're getting on my nerves!"

you can't even look him in the eye as you say that because you're too busy staring right at his cock, a thick bead of precum formed at the tip. the lick of your lips told him everything he needed to know, but he wasn't fucking your mouth, not tonight at least.

"what? i can't look at my own wife," he asks with a raised eyebrow, biting back a laugh when you swat at his hand that pinches one your puffy nipple. "tch, so rude, doll."

before you can snap back at him, he brushes the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds, smearing your wet over the tip. that shuts you up quickly and toji has to hold back another laugh. always so fussy until he finally gives you what you want. he's spoiled you rotten.

"toji," comes a soft whine, so soft he nearly misses it. your eyes are focused between your legs, lower lips between your teeth as he teases you with his cockhead. you huff, pushing your hand against his chest to give you enough space to shift positions, knowing exactly what would get him to stop teasing you.

once you roll over, you shift so that you're face down, ass up, you hand slipping between your thighs to spread your sticky pussy open, slick dripping down your fingers. "tojiiii, please? please, baby, stop teasing an' put a baby in me...please, hubby, give your wife what she wants."

any other whines or begs are interrupted when his hand comes down hard on your ass. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick. 

when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet, each inch sinking into you stretching those tight walls just a bit more.

"holy shit...fuuck me, baby, too fucking tight, you're strangling my cock," he hisses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he gave you inch after inch.

god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it's fucking with his head, his wife was gonna be the death of him.

both of you moan once he's all the way inside. you feel so full, his cock is too fucking big it doesn't make any sense and you genuinely think you should've let him fully prep you...but shifting your hips just a little bit has his tip pressing against something sinful. you whine and reach back to grab at one of his hands on your waist, turning to shoot him a mean glare as you demand, “stop stalling n’ knock me up, toji." 

who is he to deny what his wife asks?

using a hand to steady himself on the headboard, his hips begin to move slowly, pulling out just an inch and pushing forward again. "so tight 'n' warm..." each thrust hits deeper and more powerful than the last as toji begins to pick up speed, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you.

it's almost too much, but you don't want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth.

“shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ.”

now you really wish you stayed on your back, then at least you could've slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. you drop your head down against the mattress with a moan, starting to move your hips to match his thrusts, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

“fuuck, c'mon, throw that ass back on me, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” 

he starts pounding into you harder when he feels you tightening up on him. the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushing him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full.

he coos when he sees you starting to scramble up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes.

"tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it," he coos at you, following you up the mattress.

you never change, always swearing up and down that you wouldn't run from his cock, that you'd be able to take him. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

toji may sound like he’s still put together, but he’s just thankful you can’t see his face since yours is pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed.

you can’t see how he’s barely holding himself together, trying his hardest not to let himself go too much. the last thing he needs is to cum before you, knowing that while you wouldn’t mind, he’d be annoyed for breaking his streak.

he’s brought back into the present when you manage to turn your head a little, able to look him in the eye, and god, does he love what he sees.

your mouth is open as you moan for him, eyes lidded and focused on only him. he sees the little tears gathered in them, not quite spilling over but the fact that they’re there tells him he’s the one making you feel that good. 

“tuh-toji, ’m gonna cum, gonna cum—!”

"yeah?" hearing you moan so sweetly for him only makes toji smirk, fingers digging into your hips as he helps you meet each thrust. “gonna make a mess f'me already? poor little cunt can't handle gettin' fucked so good? mmn, shit, 's okay, baby. let go for me, mama, cum on daddy’s cock.” 

"t-tojiiiii," you shakily moan, nearly ripping the sheets as you cum suddenly. it was his voice, the way he tried to sound put together but you could hear how desperate he was to feel your pussy clamp down on him and get his cock nice and messy.

toji's deep, guttural moans mix with your cries when he unexpected is pushed over the edge, the way you desperately grinded back against him causing him to swear under his breath as he lost his pace, groaning your name as he emptied into you. it felt so hot, the pulsating warmth of his tip nudging against your cervix paired with his thick cum filling you up dizzying the both of you. 

you expect some kind of snarky comment from toji, trying to catch your breath so you could reply when he said it. but nothing comes (you have to stop yourself from laughing at the pun). you turn to look back, sighing when toji pulls out of you. usually he stayed inside, leaning down to tease you for cumming so fast...but he didn't.

something was wrong and for some reason, you felt like your pussy was in danger.

“toj…?”

he didn’t answer. he probably didn’t even hear you, not with the way he was looking so intensely at the mess between your thighs. the mess he made. toji doesn’t know what comes over him, his hands practically moving on their own as he moves you over onto your back, then moving his hands down to your sensitive hole and spreading. 

the scene in front of him just breaks him. you let out a soft whine, hips gently rolling into his hands. his eyes stay stuck between your legs—sharp and focused—as they watch the thick globs of his hot cum drip out of your hole and down onto the bed sheets.

the groan that leaves him is sinful, and once you make eye contact with him, you realize how fucked you are. he’s hard again, almost making you believe he didn’t cum if it weren’t for the creamy sheen of his cum on his throbbing dick and the hotness of his dripping out of you. before you know it, toji’s climbing over you, making sure your legs get pushed over to his shoulders as he pushes you into a mating press.

yeah.

you're fucked.

you keep making eye contact, and now that he’s so close to you, you see how crazed he looks. his eyes, completely black due to his blown pupils, have an unhinged look in them, and the half smirk on his face only makes you worry about your ability to walk the next day.

“t-toji, if you need a break to calm down, then-oh!” 

he shuts you up by pushing himself inside you, loving how your eyes cross so prettily. he has you now, you can't run away from the overstimulating feeling of him fucking you in this position. and when you feel his hands come up and lock together on your head to really keep you in place, you feel yourself gush all over his cock at the simple display of how strong he was compared to you.

you're so fucked.

all you can do is moan and cry out his name, hands grabbing whatever part of him they could reach. but he doesn't let you break eye contact, keeping you close to his face so he could see every little expression. and fuck, does he like what he sees.

“t-tojiii, t’ deep, t’ deep!”

“wan’ me t’ stop? t’ stop fuckin’ this messy hole?”

“fuck, y-you stop, and I’ll c-choke the shit out of yo-ouh!”

“that’s it, take it, take daddy’s cock, mama, lemme breed you.”

everything about this position is driving both of you crazy.

the closeness has you reeling, the way toji just cannot bring himself to break eye contact, needing to see what he was doing to you.

his thick cock is hitting deep, almost too deep, with the way each thrust of his hips causes the tip to press into the sweet spot inside you every. single. time. 

he has you for the whole day and the whole night, he's going to make sure you're stuffed entirely and doesn't plan on stopping until either you tell him you need a break or until he can't cum anymore. and even then, he doesn't think anything will be able to get him out of your cunt.

but with the way he just moaned into your mouth, thick spurts of more cum coating your insides…and the way he didn’t get soft, instead pressing you even deeper into the mattress as he began to pound into you with a groan of how much he loved your pussy…

you were sure it would be a while until he was done with you.

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[rynfushiguro14]

KNOTTY GIRL!

Synopsis. Your boyfriend’s in his rút? No worries! Of course, you’re there to help.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, omégaverse AU, alpha!JJK men, RÚTS, knóts, bréeding, ínnappropriate use of jujutsu techniques, jealousy (Toji’s side), slight fóodplay (Nanami), making Sukuna BREAK, cúmplay, spítting, PÚSSYDRUNK JJK MEN, mentions of kids, true form Sukuna, dp, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Last day of k!nktober, this month was lovely and so were y’all.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Mine, doll.

Truthfully, you shouldn’t even be here - you shouldn’t have dared to step through Toji’s firmly shut door for a reason. 

Because he’d already warned you he wasn’t going to be himself once his rut hit, already musing that your cute lil’ self won’t be able to keep up with him this day. This week.

Yet, here you were - folded into such a mean mating press. 

“Toji.” you’re hiccuping when he furiously fists the thickened base of his cock, giving one, two tight squeezes before drooling out in stringy wads of cum from the reddish divot on his fat head, smearing your puffy folds in a sweltering white, white gloss. “D-don’t be such a hngh- tease-”

And he can only grin, “Shoulda thought of that before ya came up hah- begging for my cock, doll.” Tapping the hot curve of his still-hard tip in a sopping wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit. You’re watching with glassy eyes as his thick thumb smears over the milky dredges of cum. Popping it shamelessly into his mouth, ��Because this pretty pussy is mine now, ma.” 

Just the thought has him wrenching out an animalistic groan. Using his inhuman strength to haul you even further down the sinfully soaked silken sheets, he throws your trembly legs over two broad, sculpted shoulders. 

You moan and Toji can’t help but snicker. Can’t help but throw his head back with a sleazy grin, “I t-told ya not to catch me like this, needy girl.” Eyes glowing, dragging that pert scar of his smugly down the side of your ankle, before plugging you full- “Now, jus’ sit back n’ let me make a pretty momma outta ya.”

He grunts once your velvety walls close in around his heavy girth, massaging down the sensitive divots of his rock-hard shaft. Shit, he was going to spend every waking minute of this week making you memorize it. 

Viciously he snaps his hips down, bulging knot kissing your swollen folds with a wet thwack! thwack! thwack!

“D-didn’t think you’d be so mean.” you’re puckering your glossed lips into a pout. Gliding your fingers across his rippling abs, it makes his hulking body just shiver, hips stuttering sloppily. 

“D-d-d-didn’t think this cunt of yours would be so slutty.” he’s mocking in his baritone rumble, big beefy arms caging you in to split you apart with every swollen inch of his massive cock. Fucking out those utterly bratty words on your tongue. 

Toji’s thick digits curl firmly around your throat, running a fat thumb down the side of your still-unmarked scent gland. He positively titters at the way you jolt, “So would ya ah- c-care to explain why my girl s’suddenly smellin’ like fuckass Shiu?”

Fuck - you’d forgotten. Being too caught up with Toji to remember how you’d run to the other alpha to understand how to help your dear boyfriend, still wafting with his smokey sweet scent.

Your inner omega whines, clawing to prove him wrong. “N-No–” The words are barely falling from your stupidly drunken mouth before your voice just hitches, strangling out the remnants of a syrupy moan that makes him twitch. “P-promise I jus’ met him to h-help-”

But oh, Toji was more animal than man right now.

A thundering growl cracks at the very back of his throat, rummaging at the very bottom of your pussy with no mercy. And no apologies, either. “Is that so?” His teeth nip on your lips, “Heheh, sure tha’s right. But when I’m done with you-” And something oozing from his tone told you that Toji didn’t mean it to be “done” for a long, long time. “-every other fucker’s gonna look at you n’ know you’re mine.”

The bed creaks riotously when he’s bucking his toned hips into you so hard that you see Toji’s creamy skin redden. 

And Toji was always massive - but in rut he couldn’t stop all the blood pumping twofold into his expansive girth, nudging past every bruised sweet spot and even more. 

“My pretty girl- fuck- even prettier full w’me-” he’s spitting wetly into your pathetically slack lips. Peppering eager kisses down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, lolling his tongue out to suck on your tits. 

His eyes were drooping shut, mouth babbling out drunken purrs of your name. “Fuck- fuck when m’gonna ngh- have these girls all swollen f’me.” One of his hands attach thoroughly at your breasts, circling his fingers over where your nipples were the most sensitive. And he’s smashing into you so rawly, sneaking his fingers all glistening with cum into your already snugly stuffed cunt. Plugging more in and in. “Fill you up so much yer gonna ngh- gonna feel me for months-”

“Yes yes yes-” you’re sobbing out, being fucked utterly stupid on his cock. “Wan’ ah- wan’ it so bad, Toji.”

He chuckles out smugly when your teary sweet lips glide across his in a messy kiss, tightening the fingers around your throat to crane your pretty neck upwards. Into a proper kiss, pinkish lips wrapped around your tongue - he sucks.

“You don’t just ‘want’ it, ma.” His pants grow harsh, shuddering, stars bursting behind his dewy, dark eyes every time your spongy cervix makes his slams recoil backwards. “Yer gonna need it.”

Your spine curves so deliciously upwards into his front when the two long digits sunken into your entrance spread just enough for your sloppy hole to be fed Toji’s achy knot. Pinning you down with his pressurized weight to stop your squirmy wrangling. 

“Gonna need me in ya, so hah- much that this sweet lil’ pussy’s gonna be twice her size, heh-” Those obscenities in his voice make you gasp. “All round n’ gorgeous- they’ll hngh know what I’ve done. Every single fucking one s’gonna look at you and see me me me-” He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, hard.Bonding. “Cos’ you’re mine, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - More, more, more

“K-Ken, s’everything alright?” Your voice trembles with the tiniest whimper when you’re whirling your glassy eyes over your shoulder, meeting your husband’s darkened ones locked on you.

“Of course, my love.” Comes Nanami’s answer - but, shit, you already knew better. “J-just keep doing what you’re doing.”

There’s such a sodden drag of clothes on clothes resounding throughout your cozy kitchen, and your fingers shake where you were whisking a batch of sweet, sweet frosting. 

Because you could already catch the way his words broke into a gruff moan, the slight shiver in his Adam’s apple as his hot, thickened cockhead twitches ferally. Hips buck up against you desperately. 

He’d come home to you in rut. 

He was needy, bothered. Barely even changed out of his work clothes before he’s clutching roughly onto the fabric of your apron.

You’re whining, “Ken– we needa get you-”

“Shhh my pretty wife, m’alright, m’alright. Don’t- ngh! Worry about me, darling. Just-” He gulps before loosening his favorite yellow tie - the room too hot. Scent glands puffing out another heatwave of his expensive pine smell, his massive hands trace down the curve of your hips. Mindlessly. Kneading.

SMACK!

Shit, he didn’t even mean to do that. 

But oh how you gasp so prettily at Nanami’s unusually harsh treatment, the barely-there sound being instantly picked up by his sharpened senses. Restless. Mouth watering. 

God, he could cum just like this. He was ruined for you.

“M’alright jus’ a rut- keep doing- hngh-” he gasps, a feverish puff against your ear as your bodies glissade across one another. “Jus’- ahh- fuck- jus’ need a bit more, my love.” Free hand dancing down your forearm to help you stir your bowl, the other ravenously leading a hot trailway to the hem of your cotton shorts. Pulling - tearing. 

Your shorts are left nothing but tatters on the floor, and Nanami’s throwing his head back with a drunken grin. Eyes falling half-shut at the absolute mess your cunt has made, dribbling a glossy sheen down your inner thighs.

Yeah, shit, this was what he’d left work early for. 

And you could tell he was still staring, still gleaming a translucent coating with just a single roll of his thumb over your throbbing clit. Dragging the very edge of his fingernail down, down, down the crevice of your pretty pussy lips. 

And he’d do it all over again.

You moan - and as soon as you do, you’re finding yourself shoved onto the cool tile of the kitchen counter as Nanami doubles over. “M-more?”

His teeth grit, canines bared, grunts of your name spilling over and over when he hovers them over your racing pulse. Sweat-slicked strands of blond tickle your nose when he’s heaving out, “Yes, darling- j-jus’ a bit more. Just a bit.” One hand of his curls around your throat, wrangling you into such a sweet, sweet french kiss. “-I need it- fuck- need it- s’alright, is it?”

Yes yes yes, your inner omega was keening out to him. Your own shaky fingers tugging lightly on his hair in a way that makes him nip at your mating mark. 

But Nanami didn’t even need that to already know your answer by the way your hip squirm back in wet, swiveling gyrations. Again. And again and again. Honeyed little movements that make him gasp. 

“Shit- ohhh, smell so good- need you so badly-” his gentle baritone voice breaks with something primal. You flinch at the echoing clatter of his belt onto the hardwood floors, and the feeling of something steaming hot pressing into your skin. “Need- you- fuck, didn’t think I’d even make it this hah- long. Been thinkin’ about breeding this sweet cunt all day.”

Then he’s kissing down the very edge of your drooling pussy with a sweeping swipe! of his fat head. Peaking in just the very beginnings of that sinful curve, meshing your sopping folds with his prominent veins that thump thump thump away against your cunt. 

Enough to have him panting - crying out. Pound after pound.

“Stuffin’ ya full- Oh god, y-you have no idea what you do to me-” Nanami’s strict brows furrow into the tightest knit, and his words take on a ragged tone that makes you clench. An obscene little action that he feels against the very tip of his achy cock, gushing out a sticky slosh of precum that sticks to you like a second skin. “No- hah- wait- no no no no- keep ‘er open f’me, my love.”

Those toying fingers on your clit give a sudden pull at the very peak of the sensitive nub - leaving your body wracking with shudders long enough to have Nanami splitting you apart. 

The bowl is knocked over now, and Nanami takes the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours into the most innocent little hold. Dragging your intertwined hands up for him to press a flurry of pecks onto, sucking up that sugary sweet mess on your digits. 

Something you barely even register with how deliciously he was stretching out your snug insides, fucking out each and every thought in your hazy mind with quick, shallow grinds just to fit inside. “Spit.” he’s gritting his teeth at the feeble resistance, and he can feel the way your cunt gapes all around him. “Spit in m’mouth-” 

You do, Nanami groaning appreciatively, gaze flurrying shut. Your puffed-out folds bulging around his hefty cock, snapping deeply into you. Again and again.

All the way until-

“Hah- shit- jus’ a bit more-” Nanami’s groaning, eyes narrowing over his now-disarrayed glasses when he’s greedily thumbing apart your slick-glossed folds. Eyeing himself all stuffed and overspilling inside you, your sloppy hole trying desperately to milk his fattened knot. Clenching around the very tip of the bulge. “Fuck back into me now, darling- ah- fuck back into me n’ lemme make you a pretty momma- jus’ a bit more.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Tongue-twister

Just a taste. Just one.

Two.

Four.

Over and over. Whenever Geto Suguru was on his rut, he couldn’t think of a better heaven than where he was right now - locked in-between those pretty thighs of yours. With you splayed out on the tatami mats of his firmly shut bedroom, your legs on his muscled shoulders, drenched panties pulled just enough to the side to stuff your puffed-up clit in his drunken mouth.

“S-Suguru–”

You feel a sudden - barely-there - nip at the very peak of your sodden sensitive bud. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have your entire body jolting with electricity, Geto snickering against your swollen folds. 

“Fine- hngh Sugu–” you’re crying out, fingers interlacing in his long, soft strands in a pathetically useless attempt to drag him from making out with your poor overworked pussy. “I don’ know- ah if I can cum a-again.” 

That has him quirking up a dark brow in question, parting with your drippingly wet cunt with a gasping grunt of disappointment. You can only watch when his overly-glossed bottom lip wobbles, “Don’t want you to cum again, gorgeous.” He’s pouting, delicate strings of slick snapping with every peck after peck planted on your clit. “I want you to squirt–”

Oh, god, he was hypnotized.

Barely being able to get out the words before reattaching his sly lips down to your own, meshing them in a sopping wet french kiss. It leaves you bucking, and he distantly wonders whether he’d see the imprint of the tatami on your back tomorrow. “Y-you’re so addicted, Sugu-”

“No m’not.” Geto’s pulling out a sudden squelch as he spits a sudden wad of thick, silvery spit down onto the very middle of your puffy pussy lips. Smearing a thumb down between them up and down up and down- before swirling those slender digits easily past your sloppy hole. “S’not my fault you’re so hngh- irresistible- s’yours.”

Shit, to be honest, Geto couldn’t even register what he was saying right now. Couldn’t think of anything but the way you tasted so sweet on his tongue - as syrupy as that scent of yours was puffing out. He wanted- needed more more more-

He’s grinding his painfully aching cock down like some animal, slithering down his free hand to knead over the bulging shaft in quick, solid slides. 

Matching the pace of those two fingers massaging your gummy walls. So hot inside it’s like you were melting, milking his fingers so plianty with every languid push and pull into your g-spot.

“Jus’ one more taste– hah- hold up my hair, can’t see- yeahhh jus’ like that.” Geto’s whining once your trembly fingers wrap tight to collect his stray locks, giving you the perfect view of his high cheeks hollowing. Rosy pink lips wrap around your clit to suck once more. And if his voice cracked ever-so-slightly at the end, well, he was only grateful that his beautiful girl was too fucked-out to notice right now. “S’not addicted if I only want one more- is it? C’mon, honey- please, honey, for me?”

Every groan has such lewd shockwaves sprinting through all your veins, and the sheer overstimulation makes big fat tears well up behind your eyes. God, it was too much. 

Noticing, he’s letting out such calming pheromones of sandalwood - enough to make you dizzily babble out, “Think I’m- ahh- think m’close- Sugu–” To bring you close. Something was pulling taut, knotting in your stomach almost painfully. 

Suddenly, the heady room resounds with a wet gasp - and only later do you realize that it came from Geto himself.

Because oh, are you cumming - and it’s pulled out from all of Geto’s filthiest wet dreams. Because not only do you cum, you’re squirting all down the lower half of his pretty face. Your thighs squeezing tighter and tighter around his head with each crashing wave of pleasure. 

“Shit- ngh-” you’re sobbing out, cheeks wet with all the big, bulbous tears that your high brings. “Oh fuck- Sugu m’cumming m’cumming n’ s’all your fault- ah-”

“M’not addicted.” Is all he can spit out into your convulsing pussy, over and over like his own personal mantra. And it’s only when your orgasm bates into mere tingles, when your eyes roll back down from the back of your head, head just slightly clearer that he can manage to rip himself away. 

Still, groaning gutturally at the loss of your sweet, sweet cunt - he looked so pretty this way. 

Dark hair untamed, curtaining his glassy, pussydrunken eyes. Practically glowing in the dim lighting, devouring you just as much as his mouth had. Glossy, it drip! drip! drips down onto your shaky thighs with every bead of your juices he’d lapped up. Leaving a syrupy aftertaste on his tongue and shit, was he hooked. 

In a split-second, Geto’s smoothly towering his body over yours, placing a sodden kiss right on your lips to let you taste all the honeyed sweetness yourself. 

But just as you were distracted by how rudely he was claiming your tongue, you’re feeling the sharp smack! of something hard and swelteringly hot on your shamelessly spread pussy. His knot.

And then the squelch of ribbon after ribbon of Geto’s hot cum spurting out. Over and over. 

His body half-collapses onto yours, every gushing wave of sticky seed so violent that his head throws back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Shit, orgasms during a rut always did crash headfirst. Always did have his furiously weepy head dripping out in overly voluminous dredges of thick cum.

“Jus’ ohhh- one more t-taste before I hngh- breed this cute cunt.” Geto hiccups, wet lashes batting up at you in a lazy way from in-between your legs. Long tongue dragging over the mess, smearing across the sheen of white. Every single pearlescent wisp - only to spit it back out onto your cunt. “For now.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please…”

You’re snapping your head down at Choso teary plea, pecking at the corner of his wobbly lips. All pinkened and kissed raw, wobbling when he begs, “F-for my first knot can I oh- cum inside, baby?”

Shit, your poor boyfriend was so pretty looking up at you with his twinkling, dewy eyes like this. His creamy skin flushed, twitchy fingers craning upwards to grab at the headboard to keep some sense of his sanity when you glide your dripping wet cunt down his cock.

His mouth gasps open in a feverish puff of your name over and over when your gooey walls in turn just squeeze around his sweltering hot girth. Velvety walls sucking up every thrumming vein down his length.

“Please— ah-” Choso’s breath hitches upwards in both volume and pitch when your hips slam down in a particularly harsh squelch! Mouth lolling open at both the filthy way you were riding him and your teasing silence. “Baby- oh, baby please say- s-something-”

You can’t stop your syrupy giggle from escaping your lips, “Awww, m’sorry Cho, What did you say you wanted again?”

And Choso has always been the type to be so greedy when he has you in bed - but you’ve never seen him like this. His first ever rut - a late bloomer - and oh, did that make him extra sensitive. 

Mouth slacking open into a broken cry, frustrated droplets of sweat beading down his forehead, his slender hips just rut upwards in a pressurized thrust that has your sloppy pussy dragging down every one of his swollen inches. 

Spearheading so deliriously deep, his length swirls around to easily massage your tenderized sweet spots.

So needy.

“Want to- want to cum inside–” he whines, thick lashes fluttering at the heavenly feeling inside you. You feel two of his soft palms attach themselves to your hips, bleary gazing tilting downwards to watch himself grind up, up, up trying desperately to squeeze his achingly fat knot into your tight pussy. “Wanna make ya a momma. T-to breed my pretty omega, please- S’calling to me- it hurts ah-”

“My poor baby–” you’re humming, with that honeyed tone of yours that makes the very end of his furiously leaky cock twitch. Leaning down to kiss away his big, pearlescent tears, “You sure you want to-”

“Yes!” he’s cutting you off with a long, dragged-out groan. Head throwing back over and over into the plush pillows when he’s feeling your snug, swollen pussy lips spread over the bulging curve of his knot. Bit by bit. “Yes yes yes- please more- hngh- t-take it all– needa-” One of his thumbs caresses right over where he knew your womb to be, feeling for the nudge of his thick, bulbous head swipe a wet glide across your walls. “-need to make you mine here, too.”

Just as he’s pressing the thick curve of his thumb down hard, both of your ravenous bodies glide together in a harsh ram. 

And shit - you already knew by the way that Choso’s dilated eyes roll to the back of his head, the way his biceps flex with a wracking shudder, the sudden cracking moan of your name - that he’d plugged you full of his knot.

With a gasp your heady senses catch up around the staggeringly wide stretch. The way this was all it took for your elastic walls to constrict around him, being pushed to your very limits. Pulled taut.

Then and only then do the both of you realize that both of you are cumming. 

Your toes curling, moaning out a shrill, “Shit- shit shit shit- I’m–” Before the zaps of white-hot pleasure take over your mind, being fucked pathetically stupid on Choso’s raging cock. 

His feet plant flat on the silken sheets to buck up in meeting your sloppy staccato, his hipbones smack into yours in hard kisses to drag out your pleasure. 

“Yes- oh god.” It’s just about all that he can whimper out right now, and he’s boring his eyes up at you like you were one. Strong arms wrap around your still-shivering waist, until Choso was whispering in hot puffs against your ear, “Gonna fill this ah fuck- t-tight pussy.” Nodding you through every thick wad of seed knocking at your womb, drool dripping down each side of his lips. It overspills - from both lips. “Y-you’ll take it right? Every drop? Gonna hngh- make me a fuck- daddy, right, baby–?”

Fuck, right now all you can do is squeal. 

Let yourself be easily manhandled by all of Choso’s strength when he flips the two of you over, kneeing apart your thighs to fold you in half for him. A thorough mating press, “Yeah- yeah you are-” he breathes into your lips. “She’s gonna have my eyes- n’ your p-pretty smile ah- n’ she’ll call ya ‘momma’ and ohh-”

Just then, for how badly Choso wanted you all full of his knot, he finds himself bawling at the way his stuttering hips can no longer thrust into you back and forth. Locked in place.

“Still gotta-” he’s gasping out through wet licks up the tears streaming down your face. And there’s something so darkly primal in Choso’s tone - something there to send shivers down your spine, to remind you exactly what he is in a rut. “-gotta fill ya up more, ngh- m’still so hard- still cumming, baby.” Furiously, he’s grinding his hips in needy gyrations, weepy cock surging further and further to knock up against your g-spot. “Still need to- breed- you-”

One of Choso’s palms comes pressing down hard onto where his cum was sloshing around your inner walls, and with the dredges of creamy white that spill out - so does his slightly-softened knot.

Enough for him to grin such a dangerous grin. 

Drunken, humorless. Whispering, “Please, baby- c-can my second knot be inside, t-too?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - NO CONTROL!

“Fuck-” you’re hearing Sukuna’s ragged grunt against your ear, low and dark in a way that only his deep baritone could be. “Fuck.”

Oh how you wanted to ask him what was wrong - you wanted to raise your bleary eyes from the silken pillows spread across his royal bed. 

But Sukuna was plummeting his hefty cock into you so deeply, pound after pound that has you scrambling to catch your breath desperately. His thick head was branding circular bruises at the very end of your spongy cervix, girthy shaft stretching you from the inside out. 

And this was only his human form.

He curses at the clingy grip of your gooey walls, unable to tear his devilishly red eyes away from how well your sodden folds were puffed up around him. Milking his staggering size so well.

It has his kiss-bitten lips a little looser than he’d have liked, “Fuck, this filthy pussy of yours mighta jus’ th-thrown me into a rut, brat.”

“What?” you’re gasping, all the air tucked away in your lungs being fucked with another shuddering slam into you. Your limbs tremble where you’re bounced against his hard front on all fours, barely managing to choke out, “Y-you’re in a rut, Kuna?”

“Heh, yes.”

Sukuna can’t help but bark out a rumbling bout of laughter at the way your pretty mouth falls slack. Drool dripping down the side of your lips in a way that he really can’t help but crane over his hulking body to lick. A long, languid drag of his tastebuds.

“Yeahhh- really did kickstart my hah- rut. You naughty girl- now I hafta breed this cute cunt.” Five of his thick fingers kiss the very curve of your ass in a sudden swat, and the sting makes your cunt drool down his inches. Gliding down in a greedy trail to curl around the urgent swelling at his already-thick hilt, he swipes at the syrupy translucent beads of your slick pooling at the very top. “Yet, how come you’re more hngh- affected than me, huh, silly girl?”

Laughably, the only things that your blabbing mouth could get out right now were a few cockdrunken whines and whimpers. 

Music to Sukuna’s ears. That is, until-

“Hah! Sukuna!”

That makes him snap his scrunched eyes open - shit, when did he even close them? Sculpted, broad chest heaving with shuddering inhales for air, and a sudden wave of fatigue mixed with the saccharine sweet high of being sunken into your drooling pussy hits him.

It has him handling two of his hands into a bruising grip on the small of your waist, and the other two-

Other two?

“Y-you–” you’re mewling, each one of your throaty moans spilling and slurring together at how utterly full you felt. Double the sinful stretch of just mere moments before. “-you shifted into your ngh- true form!”

Indeed, the notorious king of curses was so hypnotized by your pussy that he hadn’t even realized when he’d slid back into his true form. Beefy biceps flexing as his inhuman hold on your body roughens, twin cocks spearheading into you maddeningly. 

His pheromones are so overpowering right now, the slight tinge of spice and metal makes the omega in you already purr in satisfaction.

“Y-yeah?” He’s gritting out through clenched teeth, and those sharpened canines make you clench. Makes him use every shred of willpower to pretend that he wasn’t as fucking out of control as he was right now. “N-n’ what about it, brat? Don’t hear ya ah- complainin’.”

Yeah, he’s letting his head throw back, totally on purpose, right? 

Twice the stretch had your teeth sinking down into the pillows. Matchingly throbbing girths drawing matching glides down all your sweet spots, you feel him jostle and bump into each of his cocks. Kissing dripping wet kisses to your cervix and your g-spot your cervix and your g-spot- Gurgling out only little pleas-

“Wha’s this-” you’re hearing Sukuna seethe from above you, voice a few octaves higher than usual. One of his towering palms easily wraps around both your wrists. Hoisting you upwards, “-started my rut n’ now you’re not letting me hear it?”

You’re now fully supported in midair by him - his absolute favorite position.

Because of the perfect angle to spy the way your cunt was swallowing every one of his powerfully pressurized thrusts. 

To have his seeping hot cum trickle out of your surely overspilling cunt - down to his achingly tight balls. Where he’d scold you for wasting his precious seed, and then fuck it back into you all over again.

Because with this, Sukuna’s dancing up one hand about halfway up your stomach, pressing down brandingly where he can feel the bulge of his two thick cocks. “Guess tha’s hah- twice the amount m’gonna fill ya up-” Pressing down with all five digits splayed out. Hard. Your body erupts with tremors when his second hand toys deftly with little circles around your puffed-up clit. “-twice my chances of g-gettin’ an heir-” 

You’re bouncing uncontrollably back and forth into Sukuna’s riotous hips, making him gulp at the few strings of wispy white spurting out of his furiously weepy divots. 

Half-deliriously, he wonders whether you’d be able to take two knots.

Shit, his fattening knots leave wet thwacks at your pussy lips, those ringing squelches only growing louder and louder in your ear as soon as his third hand scissors open your messy entrance even further. Vision spinning when your honeyed scent has him shooting blanks already, stickily soaked balls clenching painfully. 

Again. And again and again-

You were putty in his hands, surely at his mercy. “So the o-only question now is–” Or, at least, that’s what Sukuna was making it seem. Grunting, when he knows he’s on the very tipping point of cumming in such thick, voluminous wads already. “-are ya gonna be a good queen n’ gimme all that?”

He was no match for you.

♡ GOJO SATORU - Like an animal

“Sweetheart- oh, sweetheart—” Gojo’s leering after a hefty gulp of saliva, his breathing comes out in pants. Heaves. Fanning your face in an utterly feverish way, “Sweetheart, we’re not making it outta this alive.” 

And this was the fifth time he was echoing this mantra tonight - the fifth time since breaking down your apartment door into the tiniest of splinters. The floor rattling as the strongest strode his way to take you right then and there on your living room table, already in the throes of his rut.

Ready to ruin.

Looking like he was about to kill.

“Toru- Toru someone could walk by-” you’re gasping, barely able to catch your breath with the sheer, staggering amounts of punishing thrust he was planting on your cunt. Shoveling all thickened inches into you with no mercy or regret. “They’re g-gonna see, Toru–”

Not to mention, the sudden crack! of mahogany wood as the cool surface of the table sags down on one side. Already broken. 

And the first thing you’re being given in response is the powerful slap! of his swollen knot against your puffy pussy lips, leaving a stinging kiss that has you keening. 

The second is your back hitting the soft bounce of your plush mattress - all the way in your bedroom. Teleported in nothing but a split-second. 

“S-s’this ah okay, then?” Gojo tongue half-lolls out with his broken moans, and your glassy eyes peer through your lashes at those bolts of purple jujutsu at the very edges of his half-lidded eyes. “Can’t complain now- h-huh- can’t ah– jus’ let me fill ya up now.”

God, he’s fucking himself pathetically stupid on your gummy cunt, every slobbering drag down your velvety walls having his lids drooping closer together, minty scent puffing out mindlessly, words tinging with a primal sort of hoarseness. 

You’re squealing at the wet thwacks! when he’s pounding you into your fresh silken sheets. “Y-you’re so infuriating-”

And just as your mouth opens in a sloppy whine, Gojo’s taking the lewd opportunity to spit a wad of syrupy sweet saliva onto your tongue. Grinning at the breathless way you’re taking it all - on instinct. By nature. 

“And yet your o-omega loves me as ah- much as ever, huh?” he whispers down at your pretty self, words honeyed with the sort of smugness that only Gojo Satoru could have. 

As if to prove his little point, he’s crushing you even harder with his weight. Strong arms jostling your limply falling legs to lock around his neck so easily, and shit- he could feel the way the very end of his fat, rotund head poke into the bullseye of your g-spot. Sensitive slit swiping back and forth on your heavenly cunt-

But it still wasn’t enough.

CRACK!

Just as soon as the creaking protest of the bed rings across your dazed mind, Gojo’s hauling the two of you into a sitting position. Your cunt sat prettily down his long cock, being bounced up and down with the help of his jittery hands clenched roughly around your waist. 

“Wh-what-” you mewl, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Nails digging red hot marks down the plane of his milky shoulders, “What even b-brought this on–”

“Some fucking curse-” he’s rolling his eyes, with a mindless swat of the slender, rounded tips of his fingers on your clit. Bringing them up, up, up to be popped into his mouth - making him moan. “Heh- can’t help but think about how much sweeter you’d be when I finally breed this pretty cunt.”

And you didn’t realize just how badly Gojo Satoru was ruined because that tiny smack has bands of electricity spiking through your entire body. Arching your spine into a delicious bow that makes his mouth water. 

“Y-your powers-”

“And?”

Electricity sparks at your lips when Gojo’s crashing his own against yours - literally. 

“Please-” he weeps out. And it’s enough to make you sob, your dripping walls being coated in another fresh wave of his precum. “Lemme make a m-momma outta ya- fuck this hngh- cunt till she c-can’t anymore-” His hefty balls shifting underneath your ass with each clench, each twitch. “Wanna ahh- breed you so bad- think I might just die, sweetheart.”

He was losing it. 

He was cumming - and so were you.

Spurting out wave after wave of sweltering hot cum that invades your insides, there’s so much of it. Sloshing around your snug channel sloppily, it’s coating your cervix in a sticky gloss. And you swear you could feel the thick dredges of his seed ooze down your gooey walls. 

Your teeth gnaw at Gojo’s flushed skin on the crook of his neck - and his on yours. Breaking skin, tasting the metallic tinge of red. 

The very taste is enough to have him dumping out another great load of his cum, overstuffing your poor cunt until you could feel yourself swell. It’s enough to drive you mad. 

And enough to have Gojo stuffing his bulging know past your swollen folds with a drawn-out moan of your name. Pretty lower lip quivering, dewy eyes firmly drooping shut as he’s bulling into the feeble ring of muscle. 

Tight. 

“Take it- sweetheart- take it all–” he’s whimpering into your ear, powerful legs jittering upwards to have his cum splurge into every nook and cranny of your cunt. Fingers thrumming jujutsu down your spine, “Sweetheart, sweetheart ah- fuck-” You can only bare your widened eyes at him as he looks over your shoulder, grinning. “The bed’s broken.”

Before you know it, you’re being splayed out on the floor - teleported. 

You’re wincing at the slow, swiveling grind of Gojo’s hips on your own. Too impatient to even let his knot go down before trying to fuck you through your high, teasing out slow pushes and pulls against your cum-coated sweet spots. “Y-you did that on p-purpose, Toru.”

“Y’know what e-else I did on purpose, sweetheart–” his slurring words are accompanied with another smack! to your cunt. And an even filthier press on your stomach to watch his cum dribble out, which Gojo gladly smears along his fingers - pressing into your mouth to let you taste the candied mess. 

“Wh-what?”

Whispering in your ear, “Hah- getting hit by the curse.”

A/N. Of COURSEEE I had to end it off with a guilty pleasure of mine mwahaha

Plagiarism not authorized.

[rynfushiguro14]

Ex for Toxic

Dabi x F!Reader Smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI noncon/dubcon(reader becomes compliant), cursing(reader is angy), Dabi is a fucking asshole, toxic relationship, manhandling, manipulation, tiny bit of angst

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Synopsis: You come home from work only to find your ex waiting for you and you’re not happy about that

Word count: 3.4k

Midnight had descended on the city. Streets were quiet and empty from other people as you strolled home from work. Most of the streetlights were broken, but you actually preferred the dark silence, finding it peaceful after spending the entire day with people. 

As your apartment building came on sight, you spotted something unusual on your window sill. Narrowing your eyes to see better, you figured that it was in fact a person, sitting in a rather relaxed position.

As soon as you perceived the dark clothes, the black boots and the spiky white hair, your serene mood was replaced with a boiling of your blood. 

Dabi– or perhaps you could now call him by his real name since he had revealed his true identity during the war– Todoroki Touya. Your ex-boyfriend whom you had a passionate relationship with, but due to his many selfish choices, your love had ended on bad terms.

Your lips pursed into a tight line and your body tensed up in anger while dozens of curse words invaded your mind. The adrenaline made your steps faster and you were resilient to hear his reason for intruding into your life like this, especially after not seeing him in months. 

Touya did note your hostile demeanor from afar and having expected that, he grinned rather mockingly, “Hey there, little princess,” he greeted. 

“What the hell are you doing here?!“ You shouted, looking up at his figure with your hands squeezed into fists. 

“Hey now, don’t I get a decent greeting?“ He replied playfully, knowing just how much it’d tick you off.

“You know very well you’re the last person I wanna see! What do you want?!“

He didn’t bother to reply and as if purposely annoying you more, his smirk remained unfaltering while opening the unlocked window and sliding through it.

You growled in irritation and hurried to the main entrance. Hastily opening the door, you ran the stairs up to the third floor and dug the keys from your bag. After fiddling them carelessly to find the right one, you unlocked the door and basically stormed inside your flat to find Touya casually looking around. 

“You removed all photos of us,” He noted while scanning the shelves, finding only pictures of you and your friends.

“I burned them,“ you replied confidently while crossing your arms, which made Touya shift his gaze at you. 

You hoped that he’d somehow be affected by your bitter deed, but he only showed you a look of sarcastic sympathy.

“Oh, l’ve made you upset, haven’t I?“ He asked, knowing very well the answer.

You gritted your teeth at his dismissive manner, “That doesn’t matter anymore. What are you doing here anyway?! You can’t just break into my home like this!” You shouted, but he completely ignored you.

“You got something to eat? I’m starving,” he asked while walking past you towards the kitchen. You were swift to rush before him, determinedly blocking his way, which made the flame villain show you a rather amused smile. 

“I don’t have anything for you! You need to leave right now!”

“Now, sweetie, why don’t you try to calm down a bit,” Touya suggested while walking past you again, perfectly aware that a man should never tell an angry woman to calm down. 

You squeezed your hands into fists in anger and inhaled a deep breath, trying to control your emotions. 

You’ve always known Touya to be impolite and fond of annoying you, but it was like his disrespectful nature had reached a new level. Perhaps the encounter with his father had unleashed that tendency or maybe he just has always been like this, he just didn’t care to hide it anymore.

However, none of it was your problem anymore. So as you restrained the hurricane inside you, you stomped again in front of his carefree being.

“You don’t get to walk back into my life and act like you didn’t abandon me the way you did,” you seethed, glaring up at him firmly.

Touya tilted his head again, “You still mad about that? You know I had no choice,“ he claimed dismissively.

“Yes you did! And you chose those criminals over me!“

“Fine, I did do that. But you know you’re still my number one girl, right?“ He said while about to tuck a strand behind your ear, but you slapped his hand away. 

“...I will now take a nice, hot shower and when I come out, you better be gone!“ You tossed your bag on the floor in anger before storming into the bathroom, leaving Touya with an amused expression as he considered your mood a mere tantrum. 

***

With hot water running down your body, you leaned your hand on the shower wall and hung your head. Focusing on calming your nerves, you tried to remind yourself that he wasn’t worthy of your reactions.

You would only grant him more power over you and since Touya was excellent at manipulating others, he could easily dictate your decisions if you’d let him.

But it wasn’t easy to let go of your anger, because the raging emotion was there to protect what was hiding underneath; a deeply wounded heart.

Your eyes filled with tears and you sniffled, but only once as you lifted your head up and decided to stay strong.

After washing yourself, you stepped out of the steamy room while wrapping a towel around your naked body. Using another one to vigorously rub your hair dry, you thought you were alone until you noticed Touya sitting on the couch. 

He was munching on a piece of bread while browsing a phone. His feet were rudely lifted on the sofa table and his boots and jacket were scattered across the living room floor. 

You were rather dumbfounded and staring at him speechlessly, finding his impudence utterly baffling.

“Who’s this dude? You’ve chatted with him quite a lot,“ he asked.

You couldn’t comprehend it for a second since the mere idea seemed incredibly outrageous, but as you glanced at your bag that had clearly been rummaged, you realized that he was in fact browsing your phone.

He casually got up while still exploring your private chats, “A pro-hero, huh?“

“Give that back!“ You stormed at him and tried to snatch the phone, but Touya simply lifted his arm up and held it above your head.

“I thought you preferred villains,“ he taunted.

“Give it back to me!“ You growled while trying to reach the phone, but being shorter than him, there was no avail.

“Chill, Y/N, just wanted to know what you’ve been up to,“ Touya said before tossing your precious device on top of your bag.

“It’s none of your damn business! Why are you even here?! What do you want?!“ 

It might’ve been the umpteenth time you asked that same question or the utter frustration in your voice that finally resonated within him. Touya seemed to change his taunting demeanor and his features calmed into an unusual seriousness.

Glaring at him firmly, you were certain to not accept anything other than a truthful response. You watched as he inhaled a deep, hesitating breath as if what he was about to tell you was in fact something serious. 

“..I got horny,“ he blurted out.

You stared at him in disbelief, wondering whether you heard him right. As the comprehension finally hit you, your body tensed up in anger and many emotions flashed on your features as you tried to cope with the unbridled rage. 

His lips twisted into a toothy smirk that tugged at the staples in the corners of his mouth. He was utterly entertained by your fury, which needless to say, was the reaction he had hoped to provoke out of you. 

“Get the fuck outta here. Now.“

“Come on now, Y/N. It’s been a long time since we’ve fucked,“ Touya pointed out, still wearing that nerve-wrecking smirk on his face.

“If you seriously think I’m gonna want to have sex with you now, you’re even crazier than I thought you’d be,“ you said. 

“Oh, you have no idea,“ he said a little eerily and looked at you like you were a snack for him to devour. You chose to ignore him.

“Get out,” you spat.

“I’m curious to see if I can still make you cum as fast as I used to.”

“Fuck off already!” You screamed, but he kept ignoring you.

“You used to love it so rough–” Touya pondered out loud while taking a step toward you, which made you step one back. He tilted his head as if reminiscing something, “You still moan like a bitch in heat?“

His foul question made you immediately raise your hand to slap him, but he easily caught your wrist.

“I take that as a yes. But just in case, I wanna see for myself.”

He grabbed your waist and effortlessly lifted you over his shoulder, his sudden act making you shriek in surprise. He started carrying your wriggling figure to your bedroom.

“Hey! Put me down! Touya!“ You commanded, but he just slapped your ass.

“Save your strength, sweetheart, you’re gonna need it,“ he noted. 

He threw you on your bed and got on top of you, swiftly pulling his t-shirt over his head and setting himself between your knees so it’d be easier to keep you from struggling. You tried to push him off of you, but he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them down with one hand.

“You won’t be needing this,” he tugged the towel off of you harshly, making you squeal in embarrassment as your naked body was now on full display for him. 

“Get off of me!” 

Your words had no effect and they echoed to deaf walls, the villain being too busy admiring your naked figure.

“I’ll never get over how fucking pretty you are like this,” he spoke lustfully. 

“You won’t get away with this–!” You yelled, gaining his attention as his heavily-lidded eyes turned to look at you.

“Someone will hear my screams and when the heroes are called, you’ll be dragged to Tartarus where you fucking belong!“ 

Touya looked down at you boredly, not interested in your measly threats. Instead, he had the audacity to keep his eyes locked on yours while bringing two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before sneaking them in between your legs. 

You shut your eyes and leaned your head back as he pushed them inside you, “Fucking.. bastard,“ you growled, feeling his digits move in and out of you.

“Still tight as ever,” he grinned. 

“I’ll fucking kill you..“ 

“That’s it baby.. You’re so fucking hot like this.”

You squirmed in unwanted pleasure underneath him, but no more than a moment later he already pulled his fingers out. As you heard him unzip his pants, you opened your eyes to see his smug smirk.

“You’re.. not gonna get away with this..” you insisted.

“Watch me.”

He lowered his pants just enough to free his aching cock. Pressing it against your tight entrance, your brows furrowed as he started pushing past your walls, the head of his cock sinking inside you with ease. 

“Fuck..Yeah..” He groaned, the feeling of your tight pussy wrapping around him after such a long time blurred his mind. 

He released your wrists and you used the opportunity to try to push him off, but it was no use. He placed his forearms on both sides of your head and began slowly rolling his hips, going deeper with each motion.

“Get off of me..!” You growled while continuing to push his shoulders, but he wouldn’t even budge. Instead he started thrusting into you with a steady pace.

You stayed reluctant and your legs squirmed to make it more difficult for him, which seemed to work as Touya stopped to look at you.

“You wanna know what makes your fighting so damn funny?“ He asked and you stopped for a second to glare at him.

“I can feel how soaked you are for me,“ he pointed out, his remark making your heart skip a beat.

“Your pussy is fucking dripping so clearly your body wants this–” he paused, the look in his eyes softening a little. 

“It’s your heart that fears to enjoy, isn’t it?“

His words pierced deep through you and suddenly your tough composure started to crumble. Oh, how you hated the way he could break you down like this.

With tears pooling your eyes, you diverted your gaze away, but Touya placed his hand gently on your cheek and made you look at him. 

“I know that I hurt you and you want to hate me for it, but it’s not that easy cause you still love me.“

Your heart clenched in pain and the first tears escaped your eyes, “You just left..“ you sobbed.

“I know,“ he said calmly, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. 

“You just left like I meant nothing.. Like we were nothing,“ you sniffled, wiping away tears and covering your eyes with the back of your hand, “I can never let you get back in my life–“

“Sshh, baby..“ he shushed and carefully moved your hand away so he could see your sad face.

“We can talk about it in the morning,“ he said calmly while softly kissing your hand.

“...You’ll stay overnight?“ You asked hiccuping.

“Of course.“

“...Promise?“

“I promise,“ he said and pressed his lips on yours in a soft kiss. You closed your eyes and kissed him back while bringing your arms around his neck.

You knew you shouldn’t trust any of his promises, which more often than not were deceitful. But wanting to believe that he’d stay to sort unfinished feelings out with you, you decided to shut down your blabbering mind and forget your hate and grief. 

After you calmed down, he slowly began thrusting into you again, devouring your silent moans. He pulled away from your lips and looked at your glossy eyes.

“You don’t mind if I get a little rough..?” He asked.

You shook your head, feeling out of breath, “No..I don’t mind,” you whispered. 

He kissed you again with more passion, bringing his hand into your hair and grasping a chunk of it. You hummed into the kiss and ran your hands through his white hair. As he started thrusting into you again, you pulled away for air and leaned your head back in pleasure. 

He placed his arms on the sides of you and began pounding into you faster and harder. Your face distorted in pure bliss, loud moans tumbling down your lips. You wrapped your legs around him and scratched his back, leaving small trails on the surface of his skin. 

He was rough, merciless when abusing that sweet spot inside you. Every time his cock dragged past it, you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing in pleasure. Sheets beneath were getting moist as your slick dripped out each time he slammed into you.

He was grunting in pleasure, his hot breath brushing against the shell of your ear. You could feel pleasure building up in your lower belly and you bit your bottom lip, your walls clenching as your bliss was getting closer and closer.

“..T-Touya..”

“Ahh.. Yeah baby.. Cum all over my cock,” he groaned while picking up the pace.

Your toes curled and your body shivered as he pounded into you harder, sending you over the edge. You closed your eyes, arched your back and cried out when reaching your heaven. Your fingers grasping desperately the sheets as your pussy clenched around his cock in steady pulses. 

Touya was breathing heavily and he stopped for a moment, wanting to adore the lovely sight of you. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath with bliss written all over your features. 

Slowly opening your hazy eyes, you were met with his warm grin. You showed him a tired, yet genuine smile and he leaned in to press a kiss on your lips. 

As he pulled away, he nuzzled your nose, “Would you get on all fours for me, baby..?“ He asked with a husky voice.

“Mmh..“ You complied.

Touya pulled out of your heat, wrapping a hand around his cock and rubbing a few relieving pumps while watching you turn around and get on your hands and knees. Arching your back, you leaned forward and spread your legs. 

His cock twitched at the beautiful sight of your messy cunt. He grabbed your ass cheek and squeezed the soft skin hard enough so that he could see your puffy folds parting a little. 

Lining his cock with your sloppy hole, he entered your warm, wet pussy again. You moaned, face distorting and your lips falling agape from the sweet pleasure. 

Touya grabbed your hips and started thrusting in and out of you with a steady pace. Loud slapping noise echoed from the walls of your bedroom along with your desperate moans. 

Your fingers clenched the sheets and your head hung from the waves of pleasure washing over you. There was no hesitation in your mind anymore, all critical thinking was thrown out the window when he fucked you like this.

Touya grasped your ass cheeks bruisingly, spreading them to see how his slick-coated cock disappeared into the depths of your pussy. Breathy pants fell down his lips and a tiny drop of sweat trailed down his temple to his scarred jaw. 

His thrusts became harder and it made the strings of your bed creak and more of your slick dripped down your legs. Your pussy was so wet and tight, pleasuring him ever so good.

He grasped your neck and pressed your head down on the mattress, leaning himself over your smaller body. His hands balled into fists on both sides of you and with a better pose, he started slamming into you harder. He was so drunk on your little cunt that his instincts were completely taken over by the need to cum. 

His balls, slapping against your wet dripping pussy, were starting to tighten in approaching orgasm, making his thrusts erratic and sloppy. Your legs couldn’t take such pounding and they caved, but Touya kept going, bringing a hand to your throat and leaning his weight on his other arm.

“I’m gonna cum inside you baby…” He panted, giving a few rough thrusts before gritting his teeth and spilling his seeds inside you. A whimper passed your lips as he held you still and emptied his balls inside you. 

Sighing in a pleased manner, he descended from his high and loosened his grip on you while carefully pulling out. He collapsed on his back beside you, trying to catch his breath while you were panting next to him. 

Your cheeks felt hot and as the pleasureful mist cleared from your mind, you realized you were craving for him to hold you. But since you weren’t a couple anymore, you thought such intimacy didn’t belong in casual hookups. 

But gladly he decided otherwise and wrapped his arms around your weary body, pulling you with your back against his chest.

“I knew you’d still cum fast,” he pointed out with a grin in which you rolled your eyes. 

“Right,” you mumbled and hesitated for a second.

“So… Will you stay over like you promised..?” You asked. 

“Of course,” he said and kissed your temple. 

***

Your night was peaceful and calm. Perhaps falling asleep in the arms of the man you still loved had brought you some sort of comfort. But when the breeze of the small hours fluttered the curtains of your bedroom window and woke you up, you weren’t surprised to see an empty space beside you. 

Your tired eyes, half-lidded and blank, stared at the spot where Touya had slept. A sleepy frown made its way on your face as you were disappointed to have let yourself believe that this time he’d actually keep his promise.

Slowly getting up, you dragged yourself beside the window and stared outside. Early morning was beginning to chase away the darkness from the streets, along with the people who preferred to linger in it. 

You closed the window and a small puff of chilly air made your hair flow momentarily. Feeling rather foolish, it occurred to you that in order to avoid sinking into ridiculous lies again, you really should start locking up the windows.

[rynfushiguro14]

TW: SMUT, VIRGIN KINK, CORRUPTION, ALCOHOL, MANIPULATION

A.N.: This was supposed to be a small drabble, but it turned out a little more than that.. Oh well. @awalkingshame @dabislittlemouse He’s gonna get ya💀🩷

Dabi has the nose of a bloodhound when it comes to virgins.  

He spends his free nights in the rundown bars of the city, sitting on one of the stools by the bar counter. Slowly, he drags the tip of his finger on the brink of his whisky glass while observing the rowdy crowd of drunken villains. His turquoise eyes are focused on searching for the innocent from the better side of the law, who naively think it’s cool to hang out with villains and brag about it to their friends the next day. 

Dabi isn’t picky. He enjoys occasional quickies in the bathroom stalls or nearby alley with whoever catches his eye at the time, but his main interests are virgins. Since the flame villain himself is tainted and debased, his blood runs wild at the mere idea to corrupt, to ruin what he considers perfect innocence. 

When you step on his radar, his inner wolf grins at your cute unawareness as he checks out your appearance; chaste dress with appropriate length. No cleavage, which by itself already makes you stand out in the den of vice. Your smile is unnecessarily polite, albeit with certain timidness. Perhaps you’ve been pressured by your friends to come there tonight. Pureness radiates from you and your beauty suggests that you’re used to cheesy pick-up lines from overly confident males and you just haven’t found the one you could trust enough to let into your bedroom. 

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. ‘A perfect victim then.’

When his hooded eyes meet yours through the cluster of people, he shows you a crooked smile. Being well aware of the charm he emanates, your shy smile and avoidance of his gaze confirms that you’ll walk willingly into his devious net. Gulping down his drink, he accepts the challenge and advances you. 

Dabi doesn’t possess many virtues, however, patience is one of them. He separates you from your group of friends and offers you a drink and his seemingly sincere company. Asking questions, he takes his time to get to know you, which makes you feel like for once someone is genuinely interested in you and not what’s in between your legs. 

Oh, if you only knew. 

Dabi is a master at manipulation. He knows how to coax you tactfully, with his fingers brushing yours delicately without being too obvious. When to turn those subtle gestures into honey-covered words that he whispers into your ear as the night goes on. Sweet nothings that make you giggle and feel special. 

His eyes are the most deceptive feature. Deep, turquoise stare, admiring and easy to get lost into. After slowly melting away any defense that surrounds your heart, he places his hand on the side of your neck. Thumb brushing the smooth skin, he stares at you as if you are the most beautiful being on the planet.

It’s practically futile to resist his charm that now reflects from your hooded eyes. Like so many more before you, his eyes mesmerized you under his spell. Pressing his lips on yours, it’s tender, yet passionate. You could never guess from the softness of it how his inner predator licks his lips as its mouth is absolutely watering. 

Checkmate.

Despite what someone who actually knows Dabi would assume, he never shows his true colors to you. Helping you to put on your coat, he holds your hand while walking to your apartment. After the door closes behind you, he remains gentle and considerate, placing his hands on your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. But the moment you lead him into your bedroom he takes control, peeling your clothes off skillfully without appearing too forceful. His lips attached on yours, it’s a heated, messy kiss as your tongues rub together. Devouring your moans, his hands roam all over your body, softly squeezing your breasts and ass. Kissing your lips, your skin, sucking your nipples, swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit to make your body twist in pleasure. Not only does he know how important the first time is for women, he wants you to know what it’s like to be with a man who knows how to make you cum. Focusing solely on your pleasure, he’s hooking you on himself, his touch that unbeknownst to you, will last only for this one night. 

His patience is rewarded when you let him penetrate you. When your brows furrow, lips fall agape as your sweet walls stretch around a cock, his cock for the first time. He silences your cries with an affectionate kiss that also prevents a debauched smirk from spreading on his features. It’s not easy for him to hold back when your virgin pussy feels so good, so tight wrapped around him.

But he is gentle. Thrusting into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to him and when your cries turn into moans, he starts getting more rough with you. Planting open-mouthed kisses on your neck and throat, he praises you for taking him so well. His cock keeps hitting that sweet spot inside you, which makes you throw your head back and scream in pleasure. Lacing his fingers with yours, he keeps slamming into you until you cum all over his cock. Your wet walls clenching around him, body trembling in bliss beneath him as waves of pleasure wash over you. Never in your dreams could you imagine such a perfect orgasm as your friends claimed it’s practically impossible to cum on your first time. Perhaps they’ve just been with the wrong men then. 

Lucky you for finding Dabi. At least he hides the toothy smirk on the crook of your neck. Canines visible, he starts ramming his cock inside you to chase his own high. Your bodies, covered in sweat, move in sync as he soon cums, inside you of course. Hot spurts of white shoot in the back of your pussy that’s just been used for the first time. Panting loudly, Dabi takes his time to plant a kiss on your forehead and to allow you to take a breath. 

He waits for you to fall asleep into his arms and he’ll stay there until the night turns into morning twilight. Then he slips back into his clothes and sneaks out, leaving a note with a little heart in it. He’ll also leave behind another woman who ends up chasing the high of her first time, but whatever future boyfriends or hookups you may have, it’ll never compare to the burn you felt that night with Dabi. 

Weirdly enough, the note always works. You might wake up without him beside you, but finding the small gesture, you press the piece of paper against your chest, understanding that of course a wanted villain like him is forced to leave and hide when the dawn comes.

Yeah, right.

[rynfushiguro14]

WHEN YOU CUM FAST WITH SHIGARAKI

TW: SMUT

The kiss is searing hot and sloppy, your hands tearing each other’s clothes off as Shigaraki backs you towards his bed. There’s an ache burning in between your legs as you moan in his mouth, desperate to have him inside of you. He grasps your thighs determinedly, lifting you up and as he turns around, he sits on the bed with you in his lap. 

Your hands run through his messy white locks, tongues still rubbing together messily while he hastily unzips his pants and pulls out his hardened cock. You don’t even bother to remove your panties, instead pushing aside the thin fabric, you lower yourself on his cock. As he sinks inside your wet dripping pussy with ease, you emit a loud moan, pleasure overwhelming and blurring your senses as you’re already teetering on the edge.

Shigaraki wraps his arms around your waist and helps you bounce on his cock, but the pleasure is too much. It consumes you entirely and in mere seconds the coil inside you suddenly and without a proper warning, snaps. You cry loudly and shut your eyes, hands gripping his shoulders as your walls clench around his cock. 

It’s a powerful orgasm that makes your body tremble in pleasure. Embracing the bliss, you keep panting quietly and wait for the haze to clear out. But when that happens, you suddenly realize how fast you came. Not only that, Shigaraki is completely speechless while holding you in his arms. Your cheeks heat up and bury your face on the crook of his neck in embarrassment.

“...You came?“ He asks, voice just as neutral as usual, but you can tell he’s a little confused. Since you’re too ashamed to say anything, you only nod in response. 

“This fast?“ 

“Mmm.. I guess,“ you mumble. 

“How did that happen?“ He asks, kinda dumbfounded. 

“I don’t know.. I-I guess I just wanted you so much..” You mumble on his skin, unable to understand even yourself since you’ve never cum with anyone else this fast. Be that as it may, you tighten your grip on him.

“Sorry..”

“No no, don’t be. It was actually pretty hot,“ he points out.

Baffled by his comment, you open your eyes and cautiously pull away to meet his gaze, “You think so..?“ You ask insecurely. 

“Fuck yeah,” he says, like it should be obvious that he’s only proud from making you cum so fast, “You know, I have a suggestion,” he adds. 

“Yeah? What is it?”

The red in his eyes becomes more vivid as he grins wickedly, “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum.“

You giggle, “That sounds fun.”

[rynfushiguro14]

obsessed with men who make you feel sexy for simply existing—who pop a boner whenever you look at them for too long; who swat at your ass every time you pass by; who can’t not wink at you when an innuendo is dropped. you’re always on their mind—the only person they desire, the only person they need.

[rynfushiguro14]

trying to groom an old guy "youre so mature for 50"

[rynfushiguro14]

Someone please…PLEASE write genderbend for Toji

I need to read abt ferociously shoving my face in fem!Toji cooch IMMEDIATELY!!! Call it feral, call it whatever IDCIDCIDCCCCCCCCC SOMEONE WRITE IT!! PLEASE! I need some FFFFFFILTTTTHH! I need sweat, saliva, EVERYTHING!!

(Pls and ty😇🫶)

[rynfushiguro14]

This is SCANDALOUS 🤭🤭🤭goodness

hey, I don't know if you write things like this but, could you make a fic or something where reader is a very good friend - almost sister of Ochaco, Mina and Jiro (who are the girlfriends of Bakugo, Kirishima and Kaminari respectively) and she has sex with the three guys like all the time behind their backs? Just another foursome where they use her and denigrate her until she passes out

I 😳 oh baby this is SPICY! I’m perfectly fine with asks like this, don’t get me wrong adultery is so wrong and horrible irl but like… in my fantasies? goDDAMN 😩 sorry it took so long, it was too warm to write anything where i lived. for some reason i can’t sweat and type, even so, this isn’t my best work but ig its still hot im sOrry if this isn’t the direction you were thinking

cheater! katsuki bakugou, cheater! eijiro kirishima, cheated! denki kaminari x fem! reader

NO PLACE FOR GUILT

content warnings: she/her pronouns, afab reader, foursome, cheating/infidelity, overstimulation, foreplay is boring, fellatio (m! receiving), double penetration, cervix fucking, no foreplay, unprotected sex

You love your friends. You really really do, but you just so happen to love fucking your friends’ boyfriends even more. You know it’s wrong but it just feels so right, they wouldn’t mind if they found out, would they…?

Not that you’re really even thinking about any of them while you’re getting your back blown out by the three top heroes whenever they have the chance. Whenever they’re so stressed and tired that they just wanna get rough and careless with you, passing you around like a dish on the dinner table or having a go at you all at once. How can you even complain when you just *love* it when they manhandle you and call you names? Or when they leave bruises on your body while complaining about an especially difficult villain they’d had to take down that day.

Whenever they want their stress ball, or sometimes you’re referred to as their tub of ice cream after an episode, they come to your house as a trio, playing it off to their girlfriends that they’re still on patrol.

One of those days just happened to be today, the

three of them, however, had just returned from a successful mission and were looking to celebrate this time around as they stood in front of your door, Kaminari taking the honor of knocking.

You worked a remote position at home, meaning you rarely left home unless you really wanted to so most times you were there so the three of them didn’t even call most times.

When you opened the door you were greeted by their familiar faces, taking in their appearances for the umpteenth time despite seeing them so often. Kirishima had bulked up and grown drastically in height since High School, his hair hitting the middle of his back, Bakugou had only grown a few more inches but was much wider than he was when he was younger, a few scars here and there littering his face and body, and Kaminari had grown taller with just a bit more muscle but his quirk didn’t call for being overly muscular.

The three of them all still sported their hero suits which made them all the more attractive.

“Hi guys, long day?” You asked, knowing damn well that they didn’t come here to chit chat.

“Somethin’ like that,” Bakugou responded before you stepped aside, allowing the three of them to enter your apartment, all of whom chipped in to help “ease” the finances, aka they paid for most of your rent.

In order, Bakugou entered, followed after by Kirishima and then Kaminari. You closed the door behind them, locking it afterwards before biting your lip, eyeing them from where you stood. “You guys want something to drink or… ?”

“Oh c’mon honey, you know we’re not here for a drink. Though we are celebrating something,” Kaminari purred, coming towards you with a predatory glint in his eyes.

…

“God, you’re such a dirty fucking bitch,” Bakugou spat at you, watching as Kirishima fucks you from behind on top of your bed, his own cock stuffed down your throat as he rests his hand on the crown of your head, Kaminari laying beneath you with his cock pressed into your drooling cunt, accompanying Kirishima’s. You’ve never felt more full, two cocks stretching you out to the heavens as their hips move rhythmically, like rowing a boat. Kirishima goes in, Kaminari pulls in, Kaminari goes in, and Kirishima pulls out. The process repeats almost flawlessly, so well to the point that you found yourself wandering if they’d been practicing this technique. But you have no time to think about this when your clit keeps brushing up against the trail of hair above the base of Kaminari’s cock, the friction being foreign but adding onto the pleasure you were feeling.

As the two of them continued to buck into you, Bakugou continued to use your throat to his will, one hand holding your skull in place as he uses that pretty mouth of yours as a fleshlight.

You whimper against his shaft, looking up at him as he keeps thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat each time as he ignores the sound of you gagging and gurgling. “No time to give up now. You’ve done this a million times before,” Kirishima mumbles from behind you, the pads of his fingers digging into your hips as he continues to rut into you, “Take it like a good girl. Aren’t you our little fuck toy? Can’t believe you were so eager to fuck your best friend’s boyfriends like this… Don’t you have any shame, Y/N? But, I guess I can’t blame you too much. This pretty little pussy of yours sucked me right in.~ But doesn’t that mean you’re like a siren or somethin’?”

You are unable defend your reputation or refute a word he’s saying, too busy sucking Bakugou’s cock like it’s your lifeline.

If that wasn’t enough, the blonde beneath you decides to chime in, his hands finding themselves resting on the globes of your ass, “Yeah, Y/N. We’ve fucked you more than our own girlfriends. I guess that says something about how hypnotizing you are… Betcha if any of them found out right now about what’s been going on with us— we could just blame it all on you. But don’t worry, little bolt.” He lifts one hand up and spanks your ass, making you jerk forward, coincidentally deepthroating Bakugou’s cock which makes a groan leave the ash blonde haired man’s chest. “We won’t be leaving you alone anytime soon,” Kaminari purrs, starting to kiss all over your neck, nibbling on your skin.

The squelching sounds of your sloppy pussy, the harmonious groans and moans of the three men using you, and the sound of your whines and cries fill the room like a beautiful musical piece.

It’s not long before you’re filled with cum from the two men that you’re not romantically involved with, their seed spilling out of you as they continue to thrust into you like angered beasts. Your neck is littered with marks that look like the skin of a cheetah, and Bakugou is suddenly holding you still, gripping the sides of your head while pushing himself all the way down your throat, ignoring the way you’re suddenly grabbing at his thighs to get him to pull away because you can’t breathe. Bakugou makes a silent note of how he could feel Kaminari suck on your neck while he’d been occupying your throat, they’d have to do that again. He ignores the way you beg around his cock, writhing in the pleasurable feeling of the vibrations that engulf his shaft as he shoots ropes and ropes of his salty, pearly white cum down your throat. He keeps you there, forcing you to swallow every drop, tears pouring down your face as you start slapping his ass, wanting to tap out because you’re starting to lose consciousness. Your vision grows dark and you can barely thing on any further until he finally pulls out of your mouth, watching as you gasp for air, his cock pulling from your mouth with a ‘pop’. A bridge of drool still connects your lips to his tip, his cock bobbing in absence of your mouth.

While you’re still trying to collect yourself, a certain angry man is growing impatient but then he realizes he’s got the perfect solution. “Hey, pikachu. Open up,” he barks, lightly slapping Kaminari’s face. Confused, Kaminari obliges, only to have Bakugou shove his length into the man’s throat, forcing him to taste the mixture of your spit and the leftover cum that was smeared over the man’s cock. Kaminari grunts in surprise but makes no effort to push his friend away, only leaning his head back onto the bed to take him fully in; it just so happens that Kaminari had no gag reflex and could deepthroat with ease. Call it a party trick.

Bakugou then forces you to look down, despite knowing you were still trying to calm yourself, “Look. He’s doing a better job than you. You see that? Squeeze his throat for me.” You looked down at Kaminari, specifically his throat and saw the bulge of Bakugou’s throat. Your curiosity sparked and you lightly pressed your fingers down onto the bulge, causing both blonds to groan in unison. And then you hesitantly did as Bakugou said, wrapping your hand around Kaminari’s neck, lightly squeezing it which earned yet another pleasured noise escape them both.

And that’s when you felt a thrust in your cunt, causing you to shout out in pleasure, looking sleepily over your shoulder at Kirishima who flashed that pretty sharp toothed smile of his. “Don’t forget about me, little gem,” he cooed rather condescendingly and dug his nails into the skin of your hips, leaving marks in the shape of crescents as he started pounding into you.

When Bakugou had shoved his cock down his throat, Kaminari had stopped thrusting into you, simply cockwarming you at this point but as soon as Kirishima started thrusting again, rutting up against your cervix, he couldn’t help the whines that left him when his shaft was being thrusted up with your walls still hugging him like a glove.

You laid limp on top of Kaminari’s chest, letting Kirishima keep using you to his free will while Bakugou continued to use Kaminari’s throat. Seemed like the two of you had turned into bottom bitches which was new, but you didn’t exactly dislike it. Especially not when Kirishima was fucking you so damn good that you were already feeling another orgasm brushing over you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

ding dong

“Y/N! Are you home? The girls and I brought food!! Let’s have a party!” Mina’s loud voice called from behind your front door.

Ooh shit.

[rynfushiguro14]

“You’re romanticizing it!”

No, actually, I’m sexualizing it. Thanks.

[rynfushiguro14]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

toji loves sitting you down on his lap while sucking your tits... you're both pretty much fully clothed – the only thing you're missing is your shirt. slowly, you grind against his bulge, his big hand resting on your lower back helping you move back and forth as he keeps his scarred lips wrapped around your sensitive bud.

the little sighs that keep spilling from your lips are like music to his ears – he can feel how warm you are, how soft and pliant you are in his hold. he hums around your nipple when you press yourself flush to him and the vibrations send another wave of warmth all over your body. the tight material of your jeans rubs against his, the delicious strain and the lack of space making you both feel so very dizzy. you keep tugging on the longer hairs on his nape, fingers itching for more and more and more.

hickeys and teethmarks adorn the entirety of your chest, a clear reminders of your husband's insatiable appetite. he pulls away with a quiet pop and spends a good few seconds on just staring at your glistening skin; it's messy – you're covered all over him and he fucking loves it. a sly, lovesick smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he sends you a hungry look before latching onto your other tit.

a loud moan tumbles from your throat and he smiles into your flesh. he's so proud that he can make you unravel in his hands with the smallest actions. this is what he's here for – to learn your body, to learn what makes you tick and what makes you squirm. to love you.

[rynfushiguro14]

Don’t you want a perv bf that gets hard looking at you?

[rynfushiguro14]

sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

[rynfushiguro14]

legs divorced rn thinking about toji murmuring, “c’mon baby, jus’ one more. cum for me once more, yeah?” during missionary, his thumb brushing over your clit as he drills his cock in you.

it’s such a wet slide, loud thwaps echoing in the room. the sheets and his thighs are all drenched from your spurts of squirt, and still, toji asks for more.

it makes you cry, eyes rolling to the back of your skull because — it’s too much, it hurts, it feels good, stop, more, toji, toji, tojitojitoji!

when he pulls out, he slides the thumb that was playing with your clit down to your slit to push back the cum that is dribbling out of your pussy.

“don’t waste ‘em, kid,” he purrs, lips stretched in a pleased grin.

all you can do is mewl as you feel his thumb slowly fucking you.