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[gabzlovesu]

POLAR OPPOSITES

jean x reader x ukai

warnings: unprotected sex, threesome -> double penetration, degradation kink, praise kink, rough sex (eg. choking, hair pulling, spanking, etc.), reader called ‘bunny’ and ‘slut’, saliva, butt play thumb in bootyhole action lmao

a/n: i received this ask from the lovely @druighoney and here is the final production, enjoy you filthy whores.

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Pain and pleasure. Fast and slow. Praise and degradation. Jean and Ukai were polar opposites and you’re sandwiched in the middle of their drastically different personas.

“You’re doing so well for us, bunny.” Jean, was ever so gentle with you. His low voice sends a never-ending stream of praises to your ears that makes your heart flutter with every word, while his hands gently cup your face as if you’d shatter like precious glass if he lets go. Even though your eyes are screwed tight, trying to maintain the last bit of sanity you had as they ravage your burning core, he takes in the beautiful features of your face.

“Bunny? I think slut is more fitting,” one of Ukai’s hands that were tightly gripping your hips comes down harshly against your plush ass, and he watches in awe at how it ripples from the sudden contact. Ukai was rough with you. Instead of praises and soft kisses, he delivered harsh words in an attempt to hurt you, though they only made the fire in the pit of your belly grow more. There were no gentle touches between you two: choking, slapping, gripping — everything was rough, like his unique personality.

You whine against Jean’s lips, struggling to put your words together. You wanted to say how much you need him, both of them, and how good they made you feel in their separate ways.

“See, she’s just a dumb slut. Look at her begging for more when she’s already stuffed full.” His fingers entangle themselves in a handful of your hair; he snatches you away from Jean as if he was dissatisfied with how he treated you. Flushing your back full of marks against his chest, his warm breath fans against the shell of your ear, “Go ahead. Tell him how filthy you are, baby. Or would you rather show him?”

Jean just watches in silence, secretly turned on as he watches Ukai force two long fingers into your mouth when you fail to give him a response. Ukai pries your mouth open and pulls your head back even more to gift you a glob of spit. “Hold it.”

You can feel Ukai gradually increase his tempo and force like his death grip on you wasn’t enough already. Everything is causing you to spiral into madness. “KEI,” is all you manage to get out before you close your mouth once again, fearing that you’ll let the spit fall down onto Jean beneath you.

But Jean’s there to pull you back to earth. “Such a good girl. So pretty, baby.” His hands work their way up to your breasts, kneading the soft tissue as he continues to thrust up into your weeping cunt.

“Pretty,” you mumble back like your ears deceived you and look down at him. Your face is a sloppy mess with drool rolling down your chin, but it’s quickly wiped away with Jean’s hand.

You can sense Ukai’s annoyance and you hear a low growl emit from him just as he pushes you down against Jean. “Go ahead and kiss him, I know you want to.” He would never admit to being aroused by the fact that you would be mixing his spit with the other man.

He was right. You did crave Jean’s lips and you give him a look like you were asking for permission. It was silly. You knew you didn’t need permission, yet here you were pleading with your eyes as he strokes your puffy lips with his thumb. He finally closes the wide chasm, willingly accepting the warm spit and swirling it around as your tongues danced in the hollowed-out cavern.

“Look at that, two nasty whores.” You can practically hear the grin in Ukai’s voice as he degrades the both of you, although Jean seems to be unbothered by it. “Let’s see what else our little slut likes.” He spits once more, but this time it’s on your puckered hole that had yet to be filled. After taking a second to admire how your tight pussy stretched to accommodate both of their large cocks, he plugs you with his thumb.

“Ah ~ Kei please,” you beg, breaking away from Jean’s lips. You start muttering about how it’s too much and they’re too big, only for it to fall on deaf ears — Ukai knows you can handle it, you were just trying to run from it.

Though what’s really shocking, is Jean spreading your cheeks, allowing more access for both of them. You feel betrayed. You thought he was on your side and going to take things easy on you; when you look at him with wide eyes he automatically knows your thoughts and tries to ease your mind, “Relax bunny, you can take it. Right?”

“Maybe this will help.” Jean’s hand snakes down between your bodies and rubs soothing, yet electrifying circles into your sensitive bud, “That feels good, yeah?”

You give a slight nod as your arms grow weak and shake like jelly, breath hitching with every snap of their hips. The way Jean rubs your clit and how their cocks drag along your walls at two different paces is sending your brain into a neural overload. And then you finally come crashing down from the pleasure while Jean retracts his now soaked fingers.

“You feel so good, baby. Want me to cum inside?” His hand returns to your face, beckoning a response even though you’re so out of it that you can’t even keep your eyes from rolling back.

“Y-yes, please. Jean, I need it.”

“All you know how to do is beg, you’re such a needy slut. Couldn’t even finish giving me head because you were choking and crying on my cock about how you wanted us to fuck you.” Another stinging blow lands against your ass, causing you to scream out in twisted pleasure.

Jean’s face is flushed with heat and his eyebrows are knitted together as he chases his release “Hurry the hell up, or I’ll come down there and fuck her by myself.” Yet no one notices how Ukai’s cheeks are also painted cherry red because he buries his face into the warm crook of your neck.

Moments later, Jean’s hips falter with sloppy thrusts until they still, filling the little space your pussy had to offer with his cum only for it to dribble down to coat his sex.

The intoxicating sensation of your gummy walls and the combined juices of you and Jean sloshing as Ukai plunged into you were enough to finally throw him over the edge of his release.

You flop back down onto Jean, becoming lifeless while he uses the little strength he’s left to rub small circles on your back.

“Don’t get comfortable, we’re not done.”

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

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[gabzlovesu]

cowboy!jean x reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: himbo jean (not stupid just oblivious), rope bunny reader, calls y/n ‘bunny’, other pet names (sorry i like getting called that stuff), size kink, hair pulling, impact play, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, exhibitionism but horses are the audience lmao, cervix kissing because i just know it’s long…

A/N: Ya'll i can't even begin to express the cowboy!jean brainrot i've been experiencing this past week, like GOOD LORD YA GIRL WAS DOWN BAD FR!! And it's all because of this tiktok. But there's fluff, my bad sense of humor, and some filthy smut, soooo enjoy! :)

I wanna give a big thank you to @jeanslove, she helped me a lot when my smoll brain couldn't come up with anything! i love having brainrot/thinking sessions with her <3

It had to have been almost noon when your outstretched hand felt nothing but the sheets in the bed next to you as you drifted out of your peaceful sleep. You let out a heavy sigh, already aware of what he was probably doing instead of spending a nice sunday morning relaxing with you.

Jean never knew how to relax. He’s constantly on the go, waking up early and going to sleep late to make sure the ranch ran smoothly. I mean sure, you loved his work ethic but sometimes you worry about him overworking himself. Although, that wasn’t the only thing you were worried about.

You were in a drought. Jean hasn't laid down the pipe in weeks, and you desperately needed it. It’s to the point where Jean doing mundane things has you turned on while your dirty little mind creates filthy fantasies; and if you get the slightest peek at his body it makes you squeal like a schoolgirl that just kissed her crush.

Pushing all of those thoughts aside, you get dressed so that you can help him with the horses. You dawned a loose tank and some old jeans, as well as your trusty rubber boots.

You made a beeline straight for the stables; knowing Jean, he should’ve finished his morning ride and started cleaning the horses.

“Good morning, babe.”

He turns to you, happy to see his wife. “I would say good morning, but it’s noon now, love.” He stops what he’s doing to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and embrace you in his arms. “I missed you on my ride this morning. I’m sure Charlie missed you too.”

Charlie was your favorite horse on the ranch. He was sweet, but he also had a feisty side that you loved, it kind of reminded yourself of you.

“Well I would’ve been there if someone would have woken me up.”

“We get up at the same time to ride every morning, so you should be able to get up on your own, Y/N. Plus, I tried to wake you up but you just grumbled and turned over.”

With no defense in mind, you push him off of you and roll your eyes. Jean isn’t bothered though, he just laughs and makes his way back over to the horse that he was brushing before you arrived.

“You’re gonna help me wash this big boy right?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go grab the buckets and stuff.”

When you return Jean drops the brush and moves the horse outside near the wall of the stables where there was a wash station. He picks up a big sack of feed and slings it over his shoulder before placing it in front of the horse; it was so hard to ignore how sexy he looked doing that and you try to busy yourself with filling up the buckets with water.

“It’s fucking hot today,” he grunts out before removing his sweat stained shirt and revealing his toned body. He also takes a moment to remove his hat and rake his hand through his hair, gathering any loose strands towards the back of his mullet.

You were practically drooling at the sight and you honestly didn’t even realize you were staring until Jean said something to you.

“You know the water is supposed to go into the bucket right?”

“Huh?”

He points down at your feet. You weren’t even aiming the hose into the bucket anymore, instead it was aimed at the ground making a muddy puddle next to your feet. “Dammit,” you muttered as you fixed the hose, flustered by the innocent display Jean had made.

You hear a boisterous and heavy laugh erupt from him. You snap your head in his direction, “Shutup —

You couldn’t even finish your thought because the way his muscles were flexing as he moved things about had you in a trance. This man had your head running laps, and your core burning just from his appearance.

“That’s enough water dontcha think?”

The sound of water splattering on the ground pulls your attention back to the bucket which was now over flowing. Another frustrated groan is released from you. You shut off the water and carry the bucket and hose over to him.

“They called about Charlie again… They offered to double the pay for both horses if we sold him along with Bronco.” Jean stops what he’s doing to briefly glance at you, trying to read your emotions in response to his statement.

You can feel your jaw tighten, “Well they should just lose our number. We’re not selling Charlie. We saved him, Jean, and he’s one of our best horses — we can’t sell him.”

“And I agree with you, sweetheart. I know how much you love Charlie and I would never take that from you. I’ve been thinking about declining their offer to buy Bronco anyways; I have a feeling that he won’t get treated right and will probably end up in some horse show or a shitty breeding farm.”

He was right, you witnessed first hand how they interacted with the horse. They didn’t care about him at all, they only cared about the stats and monetary potential that he held. The ranch wasn’t about creating race horses or breeding them, it was a place for rehabilitation and nurturing. Many of the horses here were wild or rescued from their neglectful owners, so you would never in a million years allow them to be placed in a home like that.

“I still can’t believe you named him Bronco.”

“What? There’s nothing wrong with that,” you throw up your arms in defense.

“Y/N, that’s like naming a dog, ‘dog’.”

“Well, I thought he looked like a ’Bronco’, plus he technically was a bronco…” You toot your nose up and narrow your lips, not letting his criticism get to you.

The horse nudges you with his face, upset that you stopped rubbing its face with the sponge. “I know, Jean’s just a big meanie isn’t he,” you coo at the horse, as if it could understand you. Jean laughs in response, he never understood why you use a baby talk for the horses but he finds it adorable.

The rest of the bath goes relatively well, despite the horse shaking water on the both of you numerous times.

“It’s so hot I don’t even care about getting wet. We should take a break after this, Jean.”

“I can’t, there’s so much I have to do like fix the wired fence, clean the stalls…” The rest of his little spill doesn’t even reach your ears, you were too busy focusing on how the sweat glistened on his body, tiny droplets running down his abs towards his v line that peaked out from jeans. It didn’t make it any better when he decided to take the hose and douse himself in water to cool off.

“Hello, Earth to Y/N?” he waves his hand to get your attention.

“Huh?”

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“…No,” you let out a nervous laugh hoping he wouldn’t be mad. I mean could he really blame you for getting distracted?

“What’s been going on with you lately? You seem to have a lot on your mind and it’s like you’re always lost in your thoughts.”

“Well for starters, it’s very hard to focus when you’re around.”

“I tend to have that effect on everyone, love. But I don’t understand how I’m a distraction to you of all people.”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? And do I really need to mention how you poured water all over yourself like someone out of a cheesy romance movie?”

“I really don’t see what you’re getting at…”

You loved Jean, you truly did, but sometimes he could be really dense and oblivious to things. And to make things worse, you didn’t know how to bring up the problem that’s been buggin you for weeks now. “Jean, do you remember the last time we had sex?”

Even with the intense sun glaring in your eyes you can see his cheeks grow a light shade of red at your sudden risqué question. “Um… Last week, after Connie and Sasha came over for dinner — no that’s not right. Was it before then? Maybe 2 weeks ago?” He scratches the back of his head and focuses his eyes on the ground, ashamed at the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time he was intimate with his wife.

“32 days. It’s been 32 days since we last had sex, so I’m sorry that I find myself starting at you all the time and daydreaming about how I want you to just fuck me!” You throw the wet sponge at his head. “Aarrgghh, I’m a horny mess Jean and I hate it!”

At first he just stands there, searching for the right response to your voiced concerns, but then he smiles as he walks over to you. He tilts your chin up so you can look him in his brown eyes, “If that’s what you want baby, I can give it to you. How does tonight sound, hm?”

Well you didn’t expect for him to come around that easily, especially when he’s always so busy. You mutter out a quiet ‘good’ as you fight back the heat that rises to your cheeks.

Considering it would be your first time having sex in a month, you thought your husband was going to seduce you in the bedroom, but you got the complete opposite.

“Jean, this wasn’t what I had in mind.” You wiggle arms in a futile attempt to free yourself from the rope that bound you to the chair placed in the middle of the stables.

He steps back to admire his knot work, wearing nothing but his jeans, boots, and his hat — apparently, it’s all a cowboy ever needs, he claims. He takes his place in front you, a large calloused hand coming up to cup your check and smooth his thumb over your bottom lip. “I know my little bunny likes to be tied up, you didn’t even fight me when I started tying the rope. Besides, I can put on a show without any interruptions now.”

“You’re seriously gonna do this here in front of the horses?”

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Don’t worry, I’m just gonna show them a few tricks.” He removes the hat from his head and places it on you, “Be a doll and hold this for me wouldya?” You hated how much you loved Jean’s cocky side, it somehow makes him even sexier.

He fishes his phone out from his back pocket to play some music from the speaker he had set up and then places it to the side. Circling you once, a hand trailing around your body as he finds his way back in front of you, he lifts your leg up to his face, placing soft kisses on your exposed skin. “At least I was considerate enough to leave your legs free, or would you prefer I tie those up as well,” he growls lowly before yanking you and the chair closer to him so he can grind his bulge against your damp panties.

“How about you untie me and cut to the fucking chase, Jean,” he glare at him in the eye as your foreheads meet while he continues grind on you at a steady tempo.

“No can do, sweetheart. I wanna take my time with you.”

The feeling of his body moving against yours and his hands wandering freely has you squirming in your seat; you desperately wanted to reach out and touch him, he was so close yet so far away. “Relax, bunny. You’re gonna get what you want, I promise.”

Minutes later, he steps back only to kneel in front of you and start tugging on your drenched panties. “You’re the only person that can bring me to my knees, Y/N. And I owe this to you.” He dives in, wasting not another second; dragging his tongue up your folds to suckle on your sensitive bud. Your slick mixing with his saliva —  a delicious combo that makes the tent in his pants grow even more.

He stops to admire the way your abused bud is reddened and how your hole cleanches around nothing. “Can’t believe I forgot about this pretty pussy of yours. It’s still mine right?” You’re too busy catching your breath to respond so he brings his hand down to slap your pussy, drawing out a hoarse ‘yes’ from you. “That’s right, it’s mine.”

“Jean, please. Need more.” Your desperate little pleas are like music to his ears.

“So needy, always asking for more.” He doesn’t give you what you want, but he makes a compromise by inserting two digits and curving them to hit that spot that make your toes curl in pleasure. “You can barely take my fingers, are you sure you can handle my cock, baby?”

When his lips find their way back to your clit, your legs clamp tightly around his head, as your nerves goes haywire; Jean doesn’t let this stop him from devouring your flower, he simply just pries your legs back open like they never stood a chance against his strength. “Your dangerously close to getting your legs tied, Y/N.”

Jean moves his tongue in tandem with his finger at a speedy pace, which makes you accelerate towards towards you climax. You eventually find your release after a few more minutes of tortuous pleasure and coat his face in your liquid.

“Now, let’s see how well of a cowgirl you are, baby,” he says as he wipes his face with an amused smirk. Jean takes out a small pocket knife from his back pocket and cuts your hands free. He helps you stand and takes your place in the chair before pulling you onto his lap.

With his hands on your ass he lifts you up and let’s you sink onto this cock, slowly taking him and the burning sensation causes tears to form in yor eyes. Jean gives you a moment to adjust while he sucks and nips at your chest as he makes his way up to your neck.

Your hips start to rock, the pain transforming into pleasure, and they way his tip nudges against your cervix pushes you closer and closer towards your second release of the night. Picking up the speed, he dawns a proud smile at how well you’re riding him. “Yeah, there you go! Fuck — that’s my pretty girl.” He gives your ass a good slap in approval, being sure to knead out the stinging pain that follows.

The friction and the feeling of him stretching you out makes you wetter by the second, coating the base of his shaft and his heavy balls in your sweet scream. But you feel your stamina running out and the way your legs are shaking are a dead giveaway.

“Jean please,” you beg for him to fuck you senseless, but he just sits there with a smirk on his face as he enjoys the view.

“Nah, you got it sweetheart.” One of his hands raise to play with your breasts as a reward for your hard work.

“Jean, I can’t. Please,” your voice is weak but carries so much weight; your begging finally gets to him and he gives in with a sigh.

"Are you really gonna make me do all the work, bunny?" He pulls on your hair making you arch your back even further and greet his face with your bouncing tits as he thrusts forcibly up into you; this large frame encloses you and his arms wrap around you to steady himself. Jean watches your face twist in pleasure, loud moans falling from your lips at almost every thrust; you were a babbling mess.

But as much as he was enjoying the view, he couldn’t resist the way your tits moved so he takes a pebbled nipple between his lips after working the plush mound with his mouth. Sucking and pulling at the tender skin as he milks your warm cunt.

“Ah ~ shit, Jean! Feels so good,” you hum, pussy fluttering around his shaft at the new sensation. He slaps you ass once more and grips it tightly as he deepens his strokes. “Too much! Jean ~ mmm.”

Suddenly he comes to a halt and taps your ass as a signal to get up, “Can you stand for me?”

You nod weakly and stumble a little as you stand, but he holds on tightly to your hips; he places your hands on the back of the chair, “I don’t wanna see your hands move from this spot. Got it, bunny?” The warm breath on the shell of your ear sends a chill down your spine and it makes you question just how wet you could get for this man.

He eases back into you for a second time, but you're still so tight and it has Jean barely hanging onto his self-control. What started as a slow steady pace turns into fast and sloppy thrusts that has your nails scratching against the chair as you try to ground yourself. A shaky hand reaches back to touch Jean, “Slow down.”

Jean pins your hand behind your back and makes you stand up straight. “Didn’t I say keep your hands on the chair? I can’t fuck you baby if you don’t listen.” A chain of ‘‘m sorry’s fall from your lips, praying he wouldn’t stop.

He feels his climax coming soon but he wants to help you reach yours just one more time so his other hand dips down to caress your puffy clit. “You gonna take all of my seed baby?”

“Yes. Yes, please. I need it Jean!” He was struggling to hold out, but at the perfect time, the knot that had been building in your core finally snaps causing you to soak Jean’s fingers; he empties into you mere seconds later.

You lean back, putting all your weight on Jean. “Oh my God. That was… wow,” you laugh because you just couldn’t find a word to describe what you just experienced; anything you could think of was practically an understatement.

“Hey, don’t tap out on me yet. You gotta make it back to the house.” You give him a look — both of you knew that wouldn’t be possible. “Fine, I’ll carry you.” You plop down in the chair and smile, happy with his solution but you only meet a faceful of your clothes that he tosses at you. “If you don’t hurry, I’ll leave you here with the horses.”

As you put your clothes on, Charlie makes a loud huff like he disproved of the display you two put on. “Hey, don’t judge me Charlie! Nobody said anything when you tried to mount Celeste the other day.” He neighs in response, shaking his head to deny your claim; you stick out your tongue to mock him as Jean carries you of the stables.

If you made it to the end I have a surprise for you! SOME VISUALS!!! [bold nsfw!]

morning rides ♡ Bronco & Charlie ♡

Jean’s thirst traps ♡ riding Jean ♡

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

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[gabzlovesu]

ღ ━ 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

nanami x reader x ukai

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Domestic violence -> choking and bruises, angst, oral (female receiving), insecure!nanami and manipulation? Let me know if I missed anything! :)

A/N: My submission for @touyasdoll's The Past Never Dies Collab. I hope you all enjoy, and be sure to check out the other amazing works listed on the collab's masterlist!

shoutout to my beta reader @thicksimpx! love you nai <3

Rays of sunshine peeked through the blinds, landing upon your bareback. The warm sensation causes you to stir, tempting you to wake up from your precious slumber. After failing to be lured back to sleep by the cozy bed you turn over, and your eyes are met with beautiful brown orbs that hold so much love and affection in them. The feeling of euphoria takes over you knowing that you have the best man in the world laying right beside you: Nanami Kento.

For the past six months, this man has catered to you, spoiled you, and given you a love that you’ve never felt before. The sight of him brings butterflies to your stomach every time like you’ll never get used to being with him. “Good morning,” you say as you lean closer to trace his chiseled jawline with your finger.

“Good morning.” And there it is — the show-stopping smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter once more; you can feel your cheeks begin to burn like fire, but there’s also a heat growing in your core...

Nanami makes the first move, cupping your cheeks with his large hands and closing the remaining space between you two. His tongue strokes your bottom lip, politely asking for permission to enter, to which you oblige and part your lips, letting his tongue roam freely within your mouth. The kiss becomes intense, slowly building up like a fresh fire, and sends a wave of heat throughout your entire body.

Your hands find themselves holding his face as he gently lifts you onto his lap, but they’re unsatisfied with their placement and slide down to his chiseled chest. His hands also seem restless as they busy themselves with the task of kneading your ass.

The sound of knocking at your door interrupts your passionate exchange, but before you go you take a moment to take engrave the sight of him into your brain and feel grateful for having him in your life. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do more than just kiss you.”

“Oh, that would be a shame if that were to happen. Wouldn’t it Kento,” you whisper leaning in so that your lips ghost his, mere millimeters from touching one another. Your eyes flicker to his lips, contemplating whether you should give into the burning desire or make him work for it.

Before you can decide, the knocking resumes, and it’s much louder this time. “Alright, alright! I’m coming,” you yell in response and grab your robe to answer the door, mumbling a series of curse words on the way.

On the other side of the door, you expected to find some random person trying to sell you something or a lost delivery man; instead, you found a massive bouquet of white lilies — your favorite. The shock causes your jaw to drop, and a quiet ‘oh my god’ leaves your lips. Nestled neatly between the flowers was a card, signed with a single ‘K.’

Kento’s so sweet, but I think he might’ve overdid it…

You found yourself standing there with a small smile plastered on your face, basking in the beauty of the flowers and the thoughtful gesture. The placement of a hand on the small of your back pulls you from your thoughts, “Who sent you flowers,” Nanami asks as he peers over your shoulder.

“Stop being silly Nanami, I know you sent them. You thought you could trick me by getting them delivered while you’re here.” You turn around and giggle softly as you give him a hug in appreciation, taking a moment to nuzzle the warm crook of his neck.

“I really didn’t send you flowers…” His voice was low, and had the slightest hint of displeasure. Nanami takes the card out of your hand to find out who your mysterious sender was. “Do you know someone whose name starts with a ‘K’, Y/N?”

You quickly shake your head no, and suggest the possibility of it being a coworker or a secret admirer from your apartment building. You’ve never seen Nanami jealous before, so it’s hard to determine what he’s thinking and feeling right now, but whatever it is, he’s hiding it really well which is concerning.

Tonight you wined and dined some exquisite food with Nanami from the comfort of your own apartment. Nanami hired a personal chef, bought bottles of wine that were worth more than you could imagine, and gifted you a beautiful necklace — he’s always sure to spoil his pretty princess.

With the chef gone and dinner being concluded, things were starting to heat up in the kitchen once more, but in a different way this time.

With every passing second you found more and more of your body being exposed, only to be met with Nanami’s mouth as he devoured every inch of you. From the way your dress hung haphazardly off of your shoulders, you assumed it would be the next piece of clothing to be mindlessly tossed aside; though, Nanami’s fingers toying with the strap of your lace panties had you second guessing this thought.

Unsatisfied with the fact that Nanami was fully dressed, you quickly began to unbutton his shirt. He breaks away from your lips at your actions. “Are you always this hasty,” he questions with a smirk, amused by the flustered face you make in response before brushing his comment off.

“I’m not in a rush for time, but there are a lot of things I want to do with you tonight,” you counter, but instead of throwing him his game, you see his eyes darken with lust.

“Bold of you to assume we would finish before the night is over, sweetheart.” Your mouth is ajar — you were shocked at his statement, which gives him the opportunity to attack your supple lips once more before moving to your neck. “How about you let me take care of you tonight? All you have to do is just keep looking pretty for me, okay?” You nod your head, too dazed to provide a witty response.

“Good.” He continues to kiss and trace along your neck with his warm tongue, mixing a little bit of pain with the pleasure by nipping here and there; when he had his fill, there were several small marks — a subtle reminder of who you belonged to if anyone laid eyes upon you. The two of you continue for a few more minutes. Nanami being gentle and very thorough as he worships every inch of your body, but a knock at the door puts a hold on your activities. “I’ll get the door,” he says before you can even question who it is, leaving you sprawled out on the marble countertop. You let a sigh of frustration, tired of your precious moments with Nanami being interrupted.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I think I have the wrong apartment,” you hear a man before letting out a nervous chuckle. This oddly familiar voice peaks your interest and you fix your clothes as you make your way over to the door. “Would you happen to know where Y/N lives? I believe she stays on this floor.” You appear behind Nanami in the doorway at the mention of your name.

When the man looks at you his eyes light up, as if he found someone he had searched every corner of the world for. “May I ask what business you have with Ms. Y/N?,” Nanami asks with his protective nature on high alert.

“I’m Keishin, an old friend.” Time seems to freeze and the forgotten memories of your past suddenly flood your mind and drown out the world around you.

“FUCK!” Keishin explodes into a fit of rage as he begins to destroy his room; no matter how much damage he caused, it couldn’t distract himself from how much the loss was weighing down his heart. This was his last chance to go to nationals and they blew it — he blew it.

You find a spot along the wall, being sure to avoid his path of destruction; a plaque, a trophy, anything that served as a reminder of the sport he loved so much was launched at the wall. You’ve seen him get upset about losing games before, but it’s never come to this. It was like you were watching a tsunami crashing down, obliterating everything that dared to be in it’s path.

After a few more minutes of witnessing his rampage, you muster the courage to say something, hoping it would alleviate the situation or ease his mind. “Kei, it’s gonna be okay —

Before you could even finish your statement, glass flies by your head and shatters against the beige walls of his room. Fortunately, you were quick enough to flinch and cover your face, protecting it from the sharp pieces that flew towards you. When you unshielded your eyes, Keishin was already towering over you, trapping you against the cold wall with his arms.

“SHUT UP! I DON’T NEED YOUR STUPID PITY,” he yells in your face, the words were soaked in venom and pierced right through your fragile heart. The sight of tears falling down your face as you beg for him to stop somehow sets him off even more; his rough hand seizes you by the neck and slams you against the wall. The vice-like grip on your neck was slowly getting tighter and you knew it would leave a bruise.

“Kei please stop, you’re hurting me,” you choke out as two salty streams flow down your cheeks. Your soft cries fall on deaf ears because his mind was entangled in a swarm of anger

“When will you get this through that thick skull of yours,” his grasp remains strong as he continues to constrict your airway, watching you claw at his hands for air.

“Not everyone is a genius and can go to an elite school like you, Y/N. I won’t even be able to go to college — my one chance of going is over; no one will scout a player from a team that didn’t make it to nationals. The only thing I have in my future is the shitty convenience store.” He jostles you once more to get his point across before releasing his deadly grasp; his attention turns to the dainty gold locket that nestles nicely between your collar bones.

The very necklace he bought, engraved with both of your initials, was ripped from you, almost cutting into your bruised skin at the sheer force. After giving it one last glance, he lets it fall to the floor at your feet, “I’m done holding onto silly dreams, Y/N. I’m done.”

Days would pass, then weeks, and months as the two of you stopped talking and drifted apart. You wanted to pretend like the incident never happened — you couldn’t leave Ukai because he was already dealing with a lot; losing one more person would break him. Like the naive little girl you were, you believed you could get him out of this rut and change him back into the Ukai you used to know. However, he no intentions of working things out.

When the final term of your third year ended, you asked for him to meet you at your favorite spot: his grandparents’ garden. You weren’t going to beg for him to be with you, nor were you going to beg for him to explain why he no longer loved you, this was a goodbye; you were moving to Tokyo to attend one of the best universities Japan had to offer and this would probably be the last time you ever saw him. He didn’t even bother to show up, your text message was left on read as you stood between the rows of lilies, head lowered to the ground with embarrassment. You were a fool for thinking he would come.

That was the last time you ever contacted Ukai.

Now here he was, in flesh in bones — a man you thought you would never see again when you closed that chapter of your life. Nanami clears his throat, pulling you from your thoughts, “Are you okay with him coming in?” All you could manage was a small nod since you were still trying to process the fact that Ukai was here.

Ukai shuffled in with a duffle bag hanging from his shoulder. After taking a brief look around your apartment, his eyes fall on you. In his eyes, you still look as beautiful as ever and it feels like the two of you never separated. When you notice his eyes lingering on the crook of your neck, you look down and realize he spotted the hickey on your skin; you quickly cover the hickey with your dress in embarassment and try to strike up a conversation.

“Kei — I mean Ukai, what are you doing here?” His smile cracks the slightest bit when you chose to call him by his surname instead of the nickname you appointed him during your relationship. Beyond the look of confusion, he could see the emotion and memories that were bubbling up to the surface in your mind. Tonight wasn’t going as he had planned.

“I’ll let you two have some time to talk. Call me if you need me.” Nanami places a small kiss on your forehead and then rounds the corner to your bedroom, leaving the door ajar to hear you exchange.

The two of you make your way into the living room, Ukai stopping to glare at a photo of you and Nanami, only to turn it down in jealously. You made a pretty decent living for yourself, and as much as he hated to admit it, your life seemed better without him in it.

“S-So, how have you been?” It was difficult to have a conversation, the air of awkwardness causing you to stumble over your words. And frankly, you didn’t have much to say to the man; you moved on and grew from the experience and you had hoped he did the same.

“I’ve spent all this time working on myself, you know. I coach some amazing kids at Karasuno now, I run the store, my grandad… well you saw how he was after my grandma passed. He, um, he was never the same after that.”

A moment of silence passes until Ukai reaches into his bag and pulls out a bundle of small envelopes. “I was too ashamed to ever reach out. I wanted your life to be completely rid of me after what happened.” He extends the envelopes to you, and as you look them over you realize he had been writing letters almost every month after that day. Letter’s addressed to your old home in Miyagi, stamped and sealed to be put in the mail, but never delivered to the intended receiver.

“Also, all of the lilies came from the garden. I hope you like them.”

The garden — it was a sacred space for Keishin's family and he shared it with you. On one particular morning, before the hazy fog could lift from the warm ground of the midsummer earth, the two of you found yourselves concealed within the garden’s never-ending rows.

It wasn’t the first time you visited, but this instance was very different from the rest: from how Ukai gently held your hand to guide you into the secluded sanctum, to how your bodies were entangled between a row of lilies. The dirt and the earthy smell that filled your nostrils didn’t bother you; if anything, they made the experience all the more memorable. Only the pure wite lilies that surrounded you knew of your garden tryst as they enclosed you in a tiny world of your own.

The fond memory not only brought an unwarranted heat to your cheeks, but it also reminded you that there were also positive moments in your relationship with Ukai; he didn’t have much to offer — he was never the extravagant type — so the small gestures of affection and the intimate moments you shared fortified your love. Though you can’t seem to find the right words to respond, so you end up saying nothing at all.

He searched your eyes for any sort of kindness, forgiveness, or any emotion that would disclose your thoughts that you were holding hostage. The awkward tension causes him to avert his gaze to the ceiling and scratch the back of his head; it was one of his signature nervous ticks.

You finally give in, standing to retrieve a decorated box from the bookshelf. For some time, you forgot you even had it, and you were unsure why you had bothered to keep the box of memories that tied you to Ukai. The box sits neatly in front of Ukai on the table and you gesture for him to open it.

“Our entire relationship is in the box. Every photo, every note you passed in class, anything you could think of is in that box right there.” He pulls out the necklace, still snapped in half from that day, and you can sense the wave of guilt that washes over him.

“I just couldn’t throw it away. Part of me was still attached to you at the time, and I handled the situation how I knew best: boxing everything up and trying to shut out the lingering thoughts.” His eyes are still fixed on the necklace, rolling the pendant between his fingers like he was trying to bring back the love it once represented. “I don’t know why you showed up here, but I’m happy. I’m sure you are too, so there’s no need to atone and reopen old wounds for the both of us. And I don't hate you, if that’s what you’re really concerned about.”

You stand up, ready to retire to the comfort of your bed as the tiredness begins to weigh down on you. “It’s late. You can stay in the guest room for tonight and leave in the morning.” You start to walk off to your own room, but Ukai grabs your arm to stop you.

“How do you not hate me, Y/N? I hurt you, and that’s unforgivable.”

“I don’t hate you Keishin, I hate the old you. Get some rest.” He sits there well after you leave, repeating the words over again in his head countless times. Now that he knows you have no hatred towards him, he can work on the self-hate and inner turmoil that still resides within himself.

The alarm clock on your nightstand flashed 12:00 am. Nanami was next to you, arm draped over your waist while he lied there as quiet as a mouse. You wondered if he was asleep because you most certainly couldn’t; there was this weird feeling that kept gnawing at your mind and preventing your body from falling into the restful sleep that it deserved.

You gently slip out from Nanami’s embrace and make your way to the kitchen. A cold glass of water should do the trick. While savoring the refreshing liquid you eyes land on the box and the necklace that was on the table. The padding of your feet can be heard as you go to retrieve it, the piece of jewelry luring you in like a sailor to a siren’s call.

You rub your thumb over the initials and remember all of the good moments in your relationship; you felt as though that one bad instance shouldn’t cloud the many positive experiences the two of you shared and you would prefer one of those to be how you remembered the relationship.

“Did you wear this for me, or for him?” Nanami's baritone voice startled you as he tugs on the edge of your night slip. The sheer material and low cut left hardly anything to the imagination, and if it weren’t for the lace and your panties covering your intimate regions, you would’ve been essentially naked.

“What if I wore it for myself, Kento?” You turn so that you are face to face, daring to look him in the eye while you still hold the necklace in your hand, which he turns a blind eye to.

He closes in, flushing your bodies together and letting a hand move freely across your exposed back. “Regardless of who it’s for, I’m going to be the one who takes it off of you.” The other hand snakes its way under the hem of the dress, molding against the curve of your thighs as it rises at an agonizingly slow pace.

“So, I guess the fact our guest is sleeping in the next room doesn’t matter to you.” At first Nanami wasn’t going to acknowledge any of it: the conversation you had, the necklace, the fact that he was sleeping in the same place as you, but since you insist he’ll just do it in his own way.

“What does that have to do with the way I’m about to fuck you?” He cocks an eyebrow at you as he lifts the night slip above your hips. The gaze is intense, his earthy hues locked onto yours, while neither of you watch how his fingers start to caress your sensitive bud.

When his lips work the sensitive spot in your neck you brace yourself on the edge of the countertop. “Kento, we shouldn’t be doing this right here,” you force down the moan that tried to escape your mouth. Your warning goes unheard as he lifts you onto the counter, he had every intention to take you right here at this moment.

He let’s out a low chuckle. “If you don’t want me then why are your legs opening, sweetheart?” You hadn't even realized that your legs were now opened, letting him wedge his body in between; it was like your body was moving involuntarily. But was it truly involuntary if a small part of you wanted this?

Not bothering to wait for you to finish your thoughts, he slips your soaked panties off and marvels at the sight before him.

Again your body moves its on, making you lean back as his tongue dives into your slick folds; the cold marble contrasts nicely with the warmth from his mouth and it sends a chill down your spine. As if that wasn’t enough, he sucks harsly on your clit, drawing out a loud moan from you; he has you screaming his name in mere seconds. “That’s it, let him know who’s making you feel this good.”

The sound of a door opening grabs your attention and when you snap your head in that direction you see Ukai looking on in disappointment. It was already bad enough that you had someone else in your life, but now his heart breaks even more at the sight before him.

What’s shocking is that you recognize the look in his eye: he’s hurting just like you were that day. However, you were the one inflicting damage this time. You were the one choking him and making him feel like he couldn’t breathe. You were killing him.

A weak hand stretches out to him, “Kei…” Your voice was faint, never crossing the wide distance that separates the two of you. When he goes back into the room you feel tears forming in your eyes. Nanami ignores the way you call his name, thinking you’ll eventually realize that all you need is right in front of you.

Minutes later he re-emerges with his bag, making long strides straight for the door; you can sense the anger and pain brewing within him. Pushing Nanami’s head away, you get down from the counter and try to stop him.

“Keishin wait. Wait!” You can feel how tense he is as you hold onto his arm, preventing him from leaving. “I don’t want this to be how you remember me. We just fixed everything. I don’t want to repeat the past… Please stay.”

His eyes remain fixed on the door, he just couldn’t look you in the eye right now, even if he would never have the chance to do so again. “I should’ve left what we had in the past,” that’s all he mutters before he leaves, slamming the door in your face. And in that moment you feel your heart aching with an ill feeling that you can’t describe and you don’t understand why.

Blinded by this unshakable feeling, you toss the lilies at the door. Grabbing hold of the box, you dumo all of it’s contents into the bain of the metal sink; the necklace was the last to join the pile of memories, looking it over one last time before tossing it in and setting it all on fire.

Finding his chance to win you over, Nanami snakes over, trailing his hands along the frame of your body. “You don’t have to worry about me leaving like that. With me, you’ll have peace of mind.” He wanted to be your knight in shining armor; he knew his role and played it well despite his insecurities that crept in from every corner of his heart. In an attempt to ease your mind, he peppers kisses into the side of your face. But it doesn’t help — you don’t care about any of that right now.

The tears you had been holding back erupt from you while you watch the little flame slowly eat at the edge of a photo as it grows in size. The past never truly dies, but you were going to try like hell to forget it.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

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me when when it said the reader was a cam girl and everything made sense:

bunny bimbo.

━━━━━━━━ uzui tengen.

⤷ fem!reader, bimbo reader, pet name usage <bunny, baby>, finger sucking, hair pulling, size kink, dilf!tengen, tengen is in his thirties while reader is twenty, outside sex, truck sex, rough play, voyeur, breeding, black coded, filming w/o consent, camgirl!reader.

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

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

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

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

“so what’s the charity for?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“veronica.”

you giggle. “can i ride her one day?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“um, you were serious?”

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

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

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

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

you grin. “bb.”

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

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

anything for charity, right?

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ღ ━ 𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐆: 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

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Warnings: unprotected sex, mutiple partners

A/N: Ya'll, idk what happened with this one okay. Don’t take it seriously, it’s just for shits and giggles. I wanted to do a fivesome but i though to myself "ain't no way a fivesome could transpire without some crazy shit happening" and then I though of this... so yeah enjoy! or don't idrc because this is for me really

It’s a chill day, everyone’s lounging around in the living room: I’m sitting between Nanami and Jean on the couch, Ukai’s sitting in the armchair with his shonen jump issue (as always), and Keigo’s mindlessly scrolling on his phone as he hangs off the couch upside down.

There were hardly ever peaceful moments like this, so when they did occur, we tried to enjoy them as much as we could. Well, that was until Keigo opened his dumb mouth…

“Hey, we should play a game.” He sits upright on the couch and displays a wide grin — something was up, I just know it.

“No. Your games are stupid and never fun.” Jean shoots it down immediately before even allowing him to share his idea, but this is because he’s usually the one who suffers the most during Keigo’s little games.

Nobody else seems to be interested, Nanami’s eyes were still fixed on the TV and Ukai’s never left his manga issue. “What’s the game, Keigo?” Jean groans in annoyance before staring at me with a disapproving look.

“Well, I’m glad you asked, dove. It revolves around you anyways.” The shit-eating grin somehow grows wider and I already regret saying something.

minutes later…

“Okay I understand the blindfold, but did you really have to tie my arms too?”

“You could easily use your hands to figure out who we are.” Keigo’s game was simple: I had to guess whose dick it was. They weren’t allowed to say anything and I wasn’t allowed to ask questions. “Ready?”

The first one nearly rips me in half, and the boys just laugh while I struggle to take it. It’s obviously Nanami, I could tell from the length and girth but also how he waits for me to collect myself before he continues.

“Nanami.”

“That’s right princess, good job.”

Jean’s next. How could I ever forget the way his dick curves slightly to the right and hits a spot that no one else could? “Jean.”

“You sure? I think you need some more to be sure.” He keeps thrusting, clearly enjoying this game even though he initially was against playing Kiego’s game.

“Well, now I know for sure dumbass.”

He pulls out in defeat, and let’s the next person go. Immediately I know it’s Kiego, the fact that his dick is usually warmer than the others is a dead giveaway; I can only imagine how red it is right now. When I say his name, I get a light chuckle in response that confirms my answer.

Since there’s only one left it has to be Ukai, but that doesn’t stop him from going. “We both know it’s me, but just enjoy my cock anyways, okay?” His shaft is veiny, and the way they drag along my walls just adds a certain something to his dick.

Suddenly the blind fold is snatched off of me, revealing all of them standing around with smirks on their faces. “Alright enough games, let’s have some real fun.”

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

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just a lil smutty drabble based on this brainrot session i had with the lovely @sukosie, i'm sorry you have to read this lol

warnings: some sloppy toppy (NSFW +18), proofread only once so there might be errors ...

"Kei! I'm back." You bust through the door with all of your bags from the mall, each stuffed full with clothes. You had no idea how you were you going to fit the new clothes in your already cramped closet, but that was an issue for future you.

Ukai comes from your bedroom, face already scrunching in disapproval when he sees the amount of bags you have. "You said you were just getting one thing, Y/N."

"Well, one thing turned into a few things..." Hoping to win him over, you flash a pretty smile. He can't be mad at this pretty face right?

He lets out a heavy sigh in frustration, silently praying that you didn't use his credit card for this little shopping spree of yours. "Alright, show me what you got," he says, giving in and taking a spot on the couch to watch.

You try on each outfit, and after about thirty minutes you finally reach the end of your fashion show. "Oh wait, I did get you something while I was out.” You reach in to a small plastic bag and fish out a set of girly earrings. "Ta-da!"

The smile that once dawned his face at your nice gesture quickly falls when his eyes landed upon the childish jewelry. "Haha, very funny."

"You don't like them?"

"I'm not sure a 10 year old girl would even like them."

"But, I got them just for your Kei." Your bottom lip pokes out as you pretend to be sad. "At least try them on, pleaseeee." Being the master of 'puppy dog eyes' that you are, he finds it hard to say no.

Ukai turns his face away in an attempt to resist your charm, but his interest is peaked when he hears your proposal: "If you try one on I'll give you some head. Right here, right now. All you have to do is put them on."

He just couldn't pass up the opportunity so he reluctantly places a pink, dangly butterfly earring in each of his piercings.

"KEI, IT LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU!" You're lowkey jealous that this man could pull off almost anything, and you whip out your phone to take a picture.

"NO. No pictures," he says with a finger pointed in your direction and you respond with a disappointed 'fine.'

When he begins to remove the earrings, you stop him, "Uh uh, leave them on, we had a deal." After you slide down onto your knees in front of him, your hands palm his growing bulge until you free it the restraining sweatpants. You decide to tease him a little by licking a long stripe on the underside of his shaft.

You enjoy the sight of him squirming, biting his lip to contain himself, as you continue to trace the veins on his cock with your tongue. Eventually you get tired of teasing and take all of him into your warm mouth. The lewd sounds circle throughout the room as you work your magic.

The pleasure is so overwhelming that he grabs your head and thursts deeply into your throat. The earrings swing as he throws his head over the back of the couch, groaning your name like that's all he knows.

Suddnely his hips stop and he pushes your head all the way down; seconds later you feel his cock throbbing as he shoots white cream down your throat. The grip on your head softens after he's done emptying his load and you release his cock with a soft 'pop.'

"I'll admit it Kei, it looks good on you from this angle too."

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

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VALENTINE'S DAY STORYTIME:

here’s what happened...

we celebrated valentine's day on saturday because i wasn't sure what my schedule for monday was gonna look like — nursing school doesn't stop for nobody yall and i can't afford to get behind. i had to study for an exam on sunday and the restaurant wasn't gonna be open that day, so we settled for the latest reservation we could get at char on saturday, which was 12:00.

ok say boom, friday night i washed my hair and prepped it for my wig and stuff, but ya girl was in distress because i didn't finish until like 1 or 2 in the morning and my hair was still a little damp. so i'm like, i'll just get up in the morning to put it on.

saturday morning i get up at 8 and to lay my wig — almost burning myself in the process — and do my makeup. and look...i'm no pro but i did wtf i had to do! i was on crunch time with only 3 hours to get ready and i mf did that! i literally did not get dressed up until the last minute and i was scared that we weren't going to make our brunch reservation. here's my otufit ig, i literally don't know how to take pictures so don't say nothing:

i tell him to pull up to my dorm because i'm getting dressed and it will only take a few minutes to get myself together and the resturant was just down the street. AS SOON AS I GET DRESSED I REALIZE I DON'T HAVE MY WINTER COAT! but being the bad bitch that i am i was just gonna suck it up and go out in the 30 degree weather and just grab my coat from the car. that would be fine right? NOPE! i fucking forgot that my sister took the car to work that morning so i wouldn't be able to get my jacket. when my bf pulled up i literally sprinted to the car with his gift in my arms looking like a skank 😭 but yall would do it too for a check!

we made it in time, we get our table with no wait at all. cool. and i just know people are staring at me for being dressed like this when its freezing outside, idgaf tho and they need to worry about they food. we had the stupid chocolate milk debate at the table lmaooooo. anyways, i got the shrimp and grits and he got the chicken and biscuits (ya know some real southern shit purrr). now exaplain to me why my shit was expensive and i got like a cup of grits and 5 pieces of shrimp and this man had hella food for less. i was cheated yall, but he did share some of his food with me hehe 🥰 we got desert also, which was alright but the options were limited and i'm a picky eater lol. here's my food:

he takes me back to my place so i can change into some comfy clothes and clean up my room before i go to his apartment. and we made a quick stop by walgreens on the way to his place.... iykyk.

so we walk up the stairs and he like pauses before he opens the door, and i'm just like, you good bro?? BUT IT TURNS OUT HE HAD ROSE PETALS LEADING TO HIS ROOM WHERE THEY WERE ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND ON THE BED IN A HEART SHAPE WITH CHOCOLATES AND A BIG SQUISHMALLOW!!! he knows i loves squishmallows, they're so cutee aaghhhhh. he also said that he will take me to get a mani pedi wenever i want; he didn't want to make an appointment in advance because he knows nursing school has my schedule all fucked up. then he opened my gift which was a basket full of candy, a card, the new pokemon game that he wanted so bad, and a nike gift card.

and ummm this is the nsfw part so go away if your not 18+ or you don't want to read it. so we started making out and shit and my clothes just disappeared like idk what happened yall 🤷🏽‍♀️ he at my coochie, as he should, and then broke my back while folding me in half like a lawn chair. there were some slipups, like a rose petal got stuck in my butt crack and i didn't even know lmfao, and i said "you gonna fuck me like a slut?" and he didn't respond how i wanted him too and i was embarazzed (he's so vanilla yall, we're working on that tho). then this man said — and i quote— "squirt all over my dick" EXCUSE ME??!!! WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT BECAUSE I AINT NEVER HEARD YOU SAY THAT BEFORE OMGGGGG...but i did it tho sskksks.

when we were finish we really just laid around and had a chill day after that, we don't have to be doing much to enjoy each other's company. i watched him play the pokemon game for a little bit before watching tiktoks on my phone. eventually he fell asleep (that coochie knocked him out 😮‍💨) i was fighting off sleep but i stayed up to study a little for my exam. we eventually went on a food run with his friends that night an then went to sleep. i did unfortunately loose my BRAND FREAKING NEW set of lashes that i had put on that day :(

BUT I LOVED OUR VALENTINE'S DAY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OKAY BYEEEE!

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bella stoopppppp doing this to meeeee plz I BEG OF YOU!!!

ᥫ᭡ ─ CAN’T TAKE IT! ⸝⸝ multi.

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

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

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

ᥫ᭡ ─ suguru getō !

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

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

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

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

ᥫ᭡ ─ satoru gojo !

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

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

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

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

ᥫ᭡ ─ toji fushiguro !

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

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

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

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

ᥫ᭡ ─ kento nanami !

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

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

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

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

ᥫ᭡ ─ choso !

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

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

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

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

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Ga— gabby... Ukai with a tongue piercing 😦

omgggg, YES! 🥴

i think he would have a basic middle tongue piercing, it’s basic but like come on… it’s ukai.

he wants you to feel the piercing every chance he gets. kissing always turns into french kissing, when he sucks on your tongue, he’ll rub the piercing on the underside of your tongue 😖. when he’s eating you out he makes it flick rapidly against your clit.

okay im stopping now before this gets out of hand. this man is too sexy and i can’t be acting up on the fine morning 😭

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ascending to the upper room rn.

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https://peachyuuji.tumblr.com/post/673481061364301824/ukai-voyeurism

saw this and thought of you :)

i’m at a lose for words right now anon…

thank you for sending me this, it was amazing!! i wanna kiss you! i hope you have good rest of your day. 💗

feel free to always send me fics, i love when people do that :)

[gabzlovesu]

deja you got my coochie on hard today!! oMg 🥴

SPOTTED — japan's favorite bachelors geto suguru & gojo satoru leaving japan's hottest nightclub with the prime minister daughter [y/n]. did no one tell daddy's little princess how deadly them two can get when they're together?

— geto suguru x prime minister daughter!reader x gojo satoru ( fem reader, her/she pronouns, threesome, himbo!gojo, stoner!geto, mentioned poly relationship, double penetration, pet names [doll, babygirl] , drug usage, slight humor )

theme song — i didn't change my number, billie eilish

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL MASTERLIST.

THE TASTE OF VODKA SLID DOWN YOUR THROAT AS YOU TOOK ANOTHER SHOT. The adrenaline ran through your body with each shot you took. The loud music hit your eardrums as your friends around you would take pictures and videos of you. Getting invited to a luxurious party hosted by bachelors Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru was like getting the golden ticket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Only the elite got their name on the list and you were shocked to see the invite sitting in your mailbox in the mailroom in your apartment building complex. Your father, the Prime Minister of Japan warned you that eyes were always on you. You had an image to follow, but your father didn’t understand that you were growing up.

You are all grown up now. Super established in your career, bank account increasing each time you blinked, you weren’t his little princess anymore. So why couldn’t he see that? Usually, you would spend hours arguing with him that he couldn’t control your life, but you knew your words would slither into one of your father’s ears and leave out the other.

“I can’t believe you showed up.” One of your friends Mei said as she sipped her fruit cocktail in her hand. “Your father keeps you on a tight leash.”

You kissed your teeth sitting back into your seat. Your head fell back to stare up at the neon lights that danced above you. “This is why I have to do something so reckless tonight.” You sighed.

Mei would raise an eyebrow, “Reckless?”

“Mhmm, I’m just so tired of him treating me like a little girl.” You said over the music. “I’m grown.”

“And what exactly do you have planned? Please don’t say you’re going to get yourself arrested. Babes, jail is not for pretty people.” Mei whined as her manicured fingers traced alongside the rim of the glass.

Your head shot up as you could hear the crowd erupt in pure cheers. Your curious eyes follow the huge group of people gathering around the duo. Mei followed your curious gaze before shaking her head aggressively. “No.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything,” You said.

“But you’re thinking about it. They’re complete manwhores.” Mei reminded. “Have you been reading Gossip Girl?” Mei asked.

“Not really, I mean why would I want to read gossip about myself.” You commented. “But one of them is a perfect opportunity to be reckless. I just need to be spotted sitting on one of their laps or something,” You added.

Mei would shake her head before sighing, “I don’t think you’re understanding me (Y/N).”

“What is there to understand? They’re attractive and I want one.” You gave her a smile before pulling out your miniature mirror to apply some lip gloss. You soon stood up tugging down the expensive sheer dress you wore and you left the section you and your friends had. You could hear Mei calling out your name, but with each step, you took the music blurred her out.

You pushed your way through the crowd trying to interject into the hosts' section, finally getting to the front to get blocked by a huge bodyguard. Your lips parted to tell him off, about to ask if he knew who you were. You were the Prime Minister’s daughter. The one everyone wanted a taste of. The second most searched person on Gossip Girl at the moment (damn you Reiner Braun and your freakin’ engagement).

“Let her in! She’s cool to come in.” A voice behind the large bodyguard said.

You gave the bodyguard a charming smile, batting your eyelashes up at him as he let you in the section. There you stood in front of Japan’s biggest bachelors. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru. You toyed with your gold Cartier bracelets innocently, a complete shameless act to lure them into your plan.

But the thing is, maybe you should have listened to Mei’s words before you sprung out to introduce yourself to Gojo and Geto because those two were like two peas in a pod. They grew up with each other. They went to the same university. They traveled the world together. Rumor on Gossip Girl is that they even lost their virginity on the same night also.

“There’s Gossip Girl star right there.” Gojo chirped as he chewed on the ends of the decorative umbrella that usually floats around in fruity drinks.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Not really, haven’t you two heard. Reiner Braun stole the spotlight,” You sighed.

“Oh yeah, he’s engaged to that girl. I can’t remember her name, heard she has a nice pair of tits on her,” Geto said as he was holding a blunt. He didn’t even bother to look up at you. He was so fixated on rolling the rolled substance of marijuana.

“I’m glad you were able to come to our party tonight. We’ve all heard the story about the Prime Minister’s perfect little princess.” Gojo says as he peeked at you through his sunglasses.

Once Geto heard Prime Minister, his eyes finally looked up from him rolling. He made direct eye contact with you as he let his tongue glide across the rolling paper so the blunt could be complete.

“I couldn’t turn down an invite from you two. I just needed a break from being his perfect princess, you know?” You said as you shifted from one foot to another.

You watched as the two best friends shared a look before Gojo had moved over on the chair and motioned for you to sit down. You were expecting to take comfort in one of their laps, but your plan wasn’t going as it was planned. You sat down in between the two of them. Completely sandwiched by Geto on your left and Gojo on your right. You could get a whiff of the two expensive colognes they wore. You could tell just by their cologne how different their personalities and style were, but they balanced each other out as best friends.

“You smoke?” Geto asked.

“No.” You answered. “I’ve never done any illegal drugs in my life, just alcohol.”

Gosh, you sounded just like a freakin’ narc.

“Do you want to try?” Gojo asked. “It’s not that bad, it’s not my cup of tea. However, it does help when you want to let loose.”

You stared at Gojo and then at Geto who was fishing for his lighter. “We’re not trying to peer pressure you into nothin’, just here to have a good time,” Gojo added as he refilled his shot glass.

“Be careful on how many of those you’re drinking. You know you’re a lightweight Satoru.” Geto warned as he placed the rolled blunt in between his lips.

“Suck my dick Suguru!” Gojo yelled as he took another shot. “So (Y/N), what brought you to our section? Just here to say hello?”

“Uhh no, I want to have a good time tonight. I know after this night and when my dad gets a hold of the tabloids, he’ll probably ship me back to fuckin’ states for embarrassing him.” You sighed.

“So you want to give your dad a show?” Geto questioned as he blew smoke in the air.

The intoxicating smell of the marijuana lingered up your nostrils. Your words seemed to scramble up in your mind. Is that what you really wanted? To give your father a show?

You looked at Geto before slowly nodding. “Yes, that’s what I want. I’m just tired of him boxing me in this protective box. He doesn’t do my other siblings like this. Just me.”

“Well, let’s give him a show,” Gojo said.

“What?” You asked. Your perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed together in confusion before Gojo is tugging you up to sit on his lap.

“Let’s give Mr. Prime Minister a show.” He repeated as he gave you a shot and poured himself one also.

“Satoru! I’m not fuckin’ carrying your ass out of here.” Geto warned before taking another puff from his blunt.

“I promise, this is the last one,” Gojo whined as he clinked glasses with you and down the alcohol in his shot glass.

You did the same. Letting the harsh dark liquor burn the insides of your throat. For once, you felt relaxed. You didn’t care who was staring as you comfortably sat in Gojo’s lap like a pretty piece of eye candy. As the night went on, the party only got rowdier. You weren’t exactly drunk, a little tipsy from the fruity cocktails you were sipping on. But you were well aware of the actions you were continuing to push yourself to do. You’ve heard that Gojo and Geto could party all night if they put their mind to it. When one party ended at two in the morning, they shifted to an afterparty that some rich person in their circle would throw in their luxury high-rise apartment.

You feared that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with the duo. It was only the consequences of your rebellious actions. As you let your head fall back to meet the cushion of the comfortable chair you were sitting in. Your mind was preferring the warmth of sitting on Gojo’s lap, but he had seen an old friend and went to pester them two private sections down from where you were. You felt the spot on the leather seat next to you sink, the familiar scent of Geto’s cologne lingered up your nostrils. You also could smell the intoxicating smell of the weed he was smoking. Your head lifted slowly to look at him, eyebrows raising in curiosity at him. “I want to try it.” Your head motions to the rolled substance in between his lips.

Geto stared at you with a blank expression. Gojo’s glasses sitting on top of his head as he would soon take the blunt out of his mouth. He inhaled and soon exhaled puffing out a ring of smoke into the air. Your teeth nibble against your lip gloss stained lips taking in the action he just did. Your heart fluttered in your chest, but it was your thighs that quickly tightened together feeling the intense feeling of your skin growing hot. You tried to chalk it up as the alcohol you consumed causing you to get turned on, but it could have been him.

“Come here,” Geto said as he motions for you to move closer, despite the two you already so close on the chair in the private section.

You watched as he took another hit of the blunt. One of his hands cupped your cheeks causing your lips to pucker. You didn’t even notice what he was doing until you felt the smoke get blown into your mouth. Your heart thumped against your chest so aggressively as you held the smoke in.

“Don’t waste it. Inhale and then exhale.” Geto explained as he placed the blunt back in between his lips. A smirk on his face as he watches you do what he told you to do. “See doll, it wasn’t that hard.”

You smiled at him before leaning over and finishing your drink. “I love hanging out with you two. I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.”

However, once again you realized you should have listened to Mei before entering Gojo and Geto’s space. Those two separate were two different power cards in a game of poker. However, the two together could have you winning the whole poker game you willingly brought your way into. You remember vividly how exactly you made it to one of their luxury apartments. The party had died down. Many socialites move on to another party or go home and puke their brains out. You on the other hand left with your now two favorite boys in the world. Arm linked with the two of them as you bubbly asked where the next move was. The ride to the next destination seemed like it was so long. You jokingly asked have the two ever had a threesome and your curious eyes seemed to light up seeing the stare the two shared.

“And if we did?” Gojo questioned.

“I don’t know, I’m just curious.” You would answer.

Curiosity surely got the best of you during the remaining seconds of the ride. What seemed like long minutes, was only short seconds of turning on the long street where Gojo condo was located. The faint giggles as you kissed one boy and the other was behind you kissing at your bare shoulder. The heated makeout session in the back of the limo felt like you were being passed around like an expensive dish of caviar. Swapping spit with Geto while Gojo's fingers lingered up your dress.

This was the show.

When entering the apartment, you were expected to be met with a complete mess. The way Gossip Girl described the duo, you would think they’ll be complete party animals leaving a mess everywhere they go (that’s including their home). However, your eyes couldn’t stop glancing around the surroundings of the nicely decorated condo. Specifically, your eyes were staring at the light of the familiar chandelier in the dining room. Only ‘cause you had the same chandelier hanging above your dining room table you hardly ate at. You took off your heels before moving further into the apartment. “You have nice taste Satoru.” You complimented.

“Wow, my interior designer would be flattered. It’s not like I’m home that much to live here anyway,” He sighed as he was in the kitchen looking through his fridge.

“You two travel a lot? I saw on Gossip Girl, she mentioned you two just came back from Bora Bora.” You pointed out. You could feel Geto’s arms snake around your waist tugging you closer to the front of him. An innocent gasp came out of your mouth when you felt your butt rub against his crotch.

“Thought you said you don’t read that page that much,” Geto mentioned, his chin soon resting on your shoulder.

“I don’t. Well, not like many other people.” You corrected.

“Still read it though. Which means you must know more about us than you’re telling,” Gojo mentioned.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. Your eyes staring at Gojo before clearing your throat, “I didn’t. My friend Mei seems to know you more than I do. Like I told you two, I just wanted to put on a show for my idiot of a father,” You answered.

Despite feeling so small in the situation, you still held your head high. You’ve been through rude crowds of paparazzi and even the false scandal of your father cheating. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru would not cause you to fold. Your skin felt like it was on fire due to how close Geto was to you and Gojo staring a hole in your body didn’t help either.

“And we did that, many people took pictures. But you’re still with us. Why?” Gojo's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he walked around the marble kitchen.

“Maybe she wants me.” Geto pointed out.

He heard you let out a scoff as you playfully roll your eyes. Especially considering that you swapped spit with both of them in the back of a limo. “That’s nonsense.”

“Maybe she wants both of us,” Gojo adds as he took steps forward leaving no more space in between you and him. You now were sandwiched between the two, holding in your breath trying to hold your composure.

“And if I do?” You innocently asked. Curious eyes staring at Gojo through your eyelashes, due to Geto’s chin still resting on your shoulder, you could feel his lips curve into a smirk.

That was the last before you were a moaning man riding Geto.Your perfectly manicured fingers clutching at his body parts coughing up helpless moans due to the overstimulation. The intense feeling of your cunt being stretched open caused a shiver to tingle down your spine. Your vision was growing blurry, if you concentrated hard enough, you were pretty sure you were seeing stars.

You had lost count at how many times you have orgasmed. From Gojo being in between your thighs slurping up your wetness like a thirst-deprived guard dog to the way, Geto’s mouth latched on your nipples. Your muscles were screaming for you to stop and your body was so close to giving out on you, but the pleasure you were enduring felt so much better. It was like an addicting adrenaline rush. Being on top of Geto while his cock shoved itself in you like a glove, while Gojo also pushed himself into your drooling cunt from behind.

You never thought to have to cross threesome off on your bingo card, but here you were a drooling mess moaning out their names as your orgasm was rattling at the pit of your stomach. You leaned down placing a kiss on Geto’s lips muffling the loud moans that cooed out your body. You could feel Gojo’s fingertips tracing alongside your sweat-coated back as he continued to thrust forward.

“Fuck, doll! I’m going to cum,” He uttered as his head back in pure bliss.

When you pulled back from the savory kiss with Geto, you could tell her was close to cumming also, just by the way his face was as red as ever and the way his lip twitched. A couple more thrusts, you knew like a snap of your finger their thrusting grew sloppy as they were coming down from a high. Your cunt pulsed around them as the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach was slowly going away.

When the three of you plopped down on the bed, you could hear all of your cellphones beep at the same time. Gojo would let out a tired laugh, his white-colored hair ruffled from the intense sexual workout he just endured. “Fuckin’ Gossip Girl, the bitch never sleeps.” He sighs.

Geto who was laying on his stomach in the king-sized bed would grab his phone off the nightstand. He unlocked it slowly and looked at the most recent Gossip Girl post. He didn’t even bother to read it out loud, he just passed the phone to you who was in the middle of them in the bed.

“At least you gave your daddy a show.” Geto sighed as he rested his head on the pillow. “We’ll take you home in the morning.”

You looked at the Gossip Girl post that went into detail about the events that happened in the club. Attached to the posts were countless photos of you with Gojo and Geto. One of you just carelessly sitting in Gojo’s lap. Another picture of Geto shotgunning the blunt smoke in your mouth. Then lastly, you leaving the club with a cheery smile on your face with Gojo and Geto. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you lock the phone and pass it to Geto to put it back on the nightstand. He turned the lights off in his room.

“We should do this again, you know? I have watched reality tv shows about poly relationships.” Gojo spoke up in the darkness.

“Satoru, go the hell to sleep!”

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maya i literally cannot function right now

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 [ 𝐚𝐨𝐭 ]

↠︎↠︎ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨, 𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢, 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫

↠︎↠︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 + 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ━︎━︎ ❝︎ 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧. ❞︎

he always gets like this. a feral gleam in his eyes when he sees your wet cunny barely covered by the frilly underwear you put on for him. he doesn’t bother with pulling the panties off, just slides them over and grabs the back of your thighs for leverage. his nose taking a deep inhale of your scent, tongue darting out to tease just a bit, all while taking in your pitiful moans. this is punishment for you. thinking you could go out in a short ass skirt all day, flaunting what was his. you don’t move until he’s done and baby, he can go for hours. 𝐙𝐄𝐊𝐄, 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫, + 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ━︎━︎ ❝︎ 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. ❞︎

your legs are trembling from pleasure, asshole clenching from each bump of his nose. you can’t see his face but you can hear his moans. moaning from the pleasure that eating you out gives him. every once in awhile, his tongue slips out of your hole and licks the line in between your ass, lips sucking your asshole to get a taste. the moans coming from you make his cock hard and leak with cum but he won’t pay it any mind. not when he’s about to fuck your ass after you cum on his tongue. 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑, 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞, 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, 𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐧, + 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 ━︎━︎ ❝︎ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐭. ❞︎

basic position but by no means boring. hands hooked under your ass, he finds a home in your cunt. mouth visibly watering at the smell and sight of your arousal at your entrance. he sticks his tongue in first and lets a pornographic moan at the taste. then he’s on your pussy relentlessly, eventually moving his hands to flatten your hips onto the bed. can’t get enough over how wet and sticky you get. wishes he could survive off your cum alone. 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, 𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐍, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, + 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🧍🏾‍♀️

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— [3:36pm]

outdoor sex w/ big sexy oni man Itto! 18+ MDNI

— cw: size kink, afab!reader, riding, overstimulation, cervix fucking, oooh yall fucking outside, monster fucking?? Itto is an oni so it counts right? Breeding, creampie, itto has a snake tongue besties i dont make the rules!

— tagging: @ambrodias and @manjiken, hope this turns you into a itto fucker too 😮‍💨

— a/n: I have reposted this three fucking times, tumblr stop being MEAN!

Your hands greedily traveled down Itto’s body, letting them linger a little bit on his defined torso before you’re setting them upon his overdramatic belt. You wasted no time in fiddling with it, undoing it in the process, and finally, freeing his cock from its confines.

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the things i would let this man do to me are unspeakable.

UKAI K. + SMOKING + RIDING HIM —

c/w: gn. reader; smoking; unprotected sex

loves to make you go nice n slow when you ride him // cigarette dangling from between his swollen, puffy lips // smoking as he watches you sink down on his fat cock // his eyes heavy-lidded n pupils blown out // just watching you grind against him.

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leaning against the headboard, his blond hair is mussed from your prior tugging, hanging messily sans his usual headband. smoke tumbles lazily, hypnotically, from his puffy lips with every drag.

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