#Ego smut

[shoyoist]

Can i ask for ego smut😳 i feel like he'd be really into bondage and choking. Imagine him just talking to someone on the phone and his other hand's just wrapped around y/n's neck and fucking her dumb then if she ever makes a noise he'd just insert his index and ring finger in her mouth to shut her up aaaaa

content: f!reader. unprotected sεx, light bondage, a little choking, gagging, edging, fucking while on a call. slight dumbification. an: you're so right nonnie!! except instead of his fingers in your mouth, he got a pretty present to help you stay quiet instead.

— . ｡˚ ♡ ego enjoys testing your limits and seeing if you break.

you're starting to feel dizzy.

ego leans back in his chair, letting out an irritated sigh into his phone as the JFC head on the other end of the line continues to blabber.

he talks casually, sounding bored as he rolls his eyes while going “yeah, yeah” like he's annoyed by whatever they're saying to him. “sure, i don't care. just get the system installed before the end of the week.”

he doesn't bat an eye, doesn't even let out a hitched breath — to give away the fact that he's got you sitting pretty in his lap, your cunt wrapped around his cock. it's like you're not even there.

but you are. you've got a cute little heart shaped ball gag in your mouth, and his free hand is lazily wrapped around your throat.

every now and then, he'll nudge his cock deeper into you, and you whine pitifully, teary eyed and impatient because he's been on that call for twenty minutes now, having picked it up right after he'd pulled you into his lap and got you to sit on his cock.

he's not taking care of you, even after he promised he would.

and he's even got your hands tied behind your back. you can't even help yourself. your clit's aching, begging to be touched — but his hand has remained around your throat the entire time, only once skirting downwards just to give your hip an absentminded squeeze before going back up.

“mmh,” he hears all your little whimpers and whines, but he pays zero attention. the only give-away that he's enjoying this so very much is that his cock throbs inside you with every pathetic flutter of your walls around him.

“mm, ego-san.” your words are barely coherent, tongue held down by the gag, and your voice is all pitched and slurred anyway, but he knows you're saying his name. he knows exactly what you want.

and he's not going to give it to you. not until he's done with this call that he's purposefully dragging out as long as he can, asking the JFC guy for more stuff to spark more protests and arguments from him so that he could stay on the phone longer.

will you be good for him? will you be his good, pretty little cockslut and sit on his dick and behave for him until he's done? he knows you will.

you're a good girl <3 that's why he likes you. because he can push at your limits, play around with you and toy with you as much as he likes — and you'll take it.

his eyes flash behind his glasses as you slump forward, lashes fluttering as you try to remain focused, doing your best to be patient. you twist your wrists behind your back a little, letting out a little, helpless sigh as the rope chafes at your skin.

sweet, pliant little thing.

he knows you won't cum until he tells you to. he knows you'll drive yourself to tears and sob, getting all hot and messy on his cock as you try to control yourself, as you try to shift into a less stimulating position. he knows you'll do your best and follow all the rules he's laid out for you.

which is why once he's finished with this call (in ten more minutes? fifteen minutes? twenty?) he'll untie you, admire the rope marks around your wrists and arms for a bit — and then bend you over his desk and fuck you dumb.

it's what you deserve <3

he plays a fair game, after all. if you do as you're told and give him what he wants, he'll reward you with what you want — to cum and make a mess all over his cock as he fucks you and fills you all up.

[tojjist]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 - 𝗝. 𝗘𝗴𝗼

jinpachi ego x f! reader

tags: pwp, unintentional exhibitionism, semi-public sex, ego being an asshole, degradation, reverse cowgirl (kinda), mentions of masturbation (third person(s)), dacryphilia if you squint, marking/bruising, humiliation, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight objectification of reader.

note: this is my first ever fully-written smut so uh yeah forgive my lack of description and experience. also kinda rushed write it at like 3am in maybe an hour. Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! minors, ageless & blank blogs dni

“ego-san! eguhh—!”

your hips thrust; up, down. up, down. moving against his length. ego’s long fingers were digging into the soft skin of your hips, forcing harsher movement as your walls swallowed him whole.

“such a fucking slut,” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “taking my cock like a champ, that’s how you like it, huh? wanna get fucked ‘til ya can’t see?”

you don’t respond to his harsh words, too focused on the pleasure. your hips kept thrusting but you weren’t doing all the work; ego knew you wouldn’t be able to move on your own when he’s balls deep inside you.

but, jinpachi ego doesn’t take well to being ignored. if he asks you a question he expects you to respond.

one of his hands curls in your hair, harshly fisting it as he stops helping you move. naturally, your movements become sloppy and sleazy over his cock, still attempting to enjoy his length despite the way he’s gripping your hair and turning your face, forcing you to look at him.

“answer, sweerheart. wanna hear my little doll’s response, hm? don’t leave me waiting, whore.”

it was so astonishing how easily his vocabulary swapped. to him you were but a little fucktoy for him to enjoy. he didn’t have to make you feel good, which he did. you at least owe him an answer.

“y-yes, egoh-san,” you blabbered, barely able to keep your sanity together.

it is embarrassing; you’re a strong woman of a high position, yet the highest position you can get with this man is riding his cock like a slut. how he knew all your weaknesses you don’t know. jinpachi ego is a wonder and as much as you’d like to explore him, it’s clear he’s the only one getting any exploring here. you’re only there to serve, to drool and moan as he fucks you stupid.

but unbeknownst to either of you, it is broadcasted all over the blue lock.

you knew having sex right in front of the the controls was a bad idea. god, you begged him so much to just drop it and have sex somewhere else.

but ego insisted to do something he’s seen in some porno, sitting on his chair while you’re on top of him. the leather chair was whining under you two as you moved. you would have been worried about it breaking if you weren’t too busy getting fucked.

and now you’re both paying for ego’s selfishness. it was you, huffing and moaning, your breasts jiggling up and down as he had lifted the shirt off them. one every screen of every room. everyone was watching now.

and the boys? oh, they were devouring the broadcast. how could they not when your soft begs echo through almost every room of the pentagon shaped building?

seriously, these controls should be more complicated. yet one wrong move is all it took you and now 300 young men are watching you sob.

“ego-san—! ‘m close! close!!”

your tears weren’t many, but the ones that fell were fat, blurring your eyesight and arousing jinpachi oh so much.

“feels good-“ he groaned slightly at the way your hips move faster, teeth clenching agaist each other. “feels good, slut? ya like my c-cock in you— fuck-“

the way your face reddened and your moans became even more pitched was definitely the finishing line for most of the boys, watching as one of ego’s fingers rubbed at your pretty nipple, squeezing your breast then pinching the darker skin in the middle.

with a final sob, a final thrust, and a final breath, your release came. your head jerked back as your spine arched, moaning especially loud now. ego groaned as your gummy walls tightened around him, teeth clamping against the plush skin of your neck. he made sure to leave his mark on you; dark bruises on your neck as he bites so hard it almost draws blood.

one would be a fool to think that jinpachi was helping you ride out your orgasm. his name is ego. no one matters, not even you. he was only chasing his own release, wearing you out until his cock twitched under the pleasureful pressure, shooting white paint across the walls of your tight cunt. the lewd noises of skin slapping against each other remained loud, echoing across the monitor room as jinpachi rocked your hips back and forth until he couldn’t anymore.

“get up.”

“what?” you squeak innocently ant his harsh demand. you were barely just catching your breath.

“ya heard me, don’t make me say it again. get up.”

if there is one thing you learnt from being ego’s personal stress reliever, it’s to obey. no questions asked. he demands, you answer.

and you are one good lap dog. you allow him to mush and shape you however he likes because, for some reason, it felt so fucking good.

you didn’t have to be told another time, twice is a lot. you stand up without question, back facing jinpachi as you wait. was it anticipation or dread pooling in your stomach? you weren’t sure.

“bend over.”

his words were absolute. but this time you went rigid, not moving an inch.

“did you not hear me?” “ego-san..”

ego stands up, hand finding your head roughly as he begins to push it down. “when i tell you to bend over you fucking-“

he noticed it too.

there was a small red light, coming on and off, indicating that this is in fact getting recorded.

“shit…”

[kingkunigami]

Ain’t no way this man ain’t a total sleaze, okay?

Happy Burthday, Anon!💕

Pairing: Ego Jinpachi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, not proofread, dubcon, kinda exhibitionism, piss.

Working as Ego’s assistant you’d started to notice certain characteristics that shaped the man’s life. Since creating the bluelock program it was clear how his egotistical nature fuelled his decisions, he was cruel and selfish in only following paths that would benefit his own goals. It was almost obsessive how he desired to maintain order over all aspects of his life, including you. He liked to keep control, and ensured you remembered.

The massive screens in front of him showed every angle of the bluelock compound, no matter which screen you looked at you managed to see at least one of the men from the program, cheeks flushed when your eyes came to land on Kunigami on one of the large screens. Even through the security cameras you could notice the way his skin glistened with sweat as he raised a bar with weights above his head.

It was perverse really, the way Ego had access to every single part of their lives and could hone in on any one of them whenever he pleased. It was a morose control that stroked more than just his ego, fuelling the superiority complex inside him as he watched them as though they were rats in a cage.

It was the same power that he seemed to wield over you. Allowing him to do with you as he so pleased, nothing more than another one of his playthings and you weren’t sure what was worse? Him using you, or you enjoying it.

“See anything you like, sweetheart?” His lips grazed your ear as he stepped behind you, his lanky frame towered over you as he held you against him.

“No,” You hummed nonchalantly, trying to calm your racing heart as you moved your gaze from Kunigami only to find your eyes focused on Shidou who was currently booting ball after ball into a goal.

“You sure about that?” He smirked against your neck, one of his hands sliding down your body to lay flat against your abdomen as he pressed down. The movement pushing your back into his chest as you felt the pressure increase, squeezing your thighs together to try and ignore the dull throb in your bladder.

“I wonder what they would think if they could see you now,” He forced one of his slender legs between yours, preventing you from keeping your thighs clenched tight. The motion had you whining in response, rolling your hips as he pressed the muscular quad against your heat. The motion had your pencil skirt bunching around your thighs, as you felt completely exposed, “I bet they’d love to see you as a prize.”

Your heartbeat increased at the thought of those men seeing you like this, in such a depraved state as Ego continued to press his palm against your abodomen, increasing the pressure in your bladder as you tried desperately to fight the urge to let go.

“Oh? You want them to see you like this, hm?” He smirked, “I bet it would increase their performance if this were a reward. A sure fire way to make bluelock a success.”

“Please, no.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment as you thought about any of those men, those strangers, seeing you like this.

Of course you recognised each man by name, but you had no idea who they really were outside of the bluelock experiment, and they certainly didn’t know anything about you. If they did, they’d know that you were secretly enjoying the way your boss was pressing you down on his thick thigh.

“Don’t act coy,” Ego scoffed, “I can practically feel you already, you’re enjoying this already and I haven’t even touched you.”

His free hand moved between your thighs to cup your clothed sex, feeling your panties soaked with your slick as he pressed another sultry kiss to your neck.

“Still want to lie to me, sweetheart?” He groaned as he pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, letting his long fingers delve between your folds to feel just how wet you were. Dragging the mess through you as he began to press slow, calculated circles against your clit. The motion had you bucking your hips pathetically as you tried to ignore the ache intensifying in your bladder.

You gasped as you felt the first few droplets leak from your bladder and soak his fingers, the warmth different to the slick oozing from your cunt as he groaned in satisfaction. Increasing his momentum to try and coax more from your desperate core.

“Come on, you desperate girl.” He groaned, “I know you want to, just let it happen.”

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna— oh, fuck.” Your body began to tremble against him as your knees became weak. Grateful that he was able to hold your body against him to stop you from falling face first as you felt the tension begin to leave your body, “Ego—”

The relief flooding through you in harsh waves as you let go, a warm stream of piss began to spill from between your thighs as you soaked Ego’s leg and the floor beneath you. Your panties ruined as you continued to roll your hips against his fingers, meeting his movements as you gave your clit some needed stimulation. Working yourself towards your climax as you felt yourself teetering over the edge when he stopped—

A desperate whine left your lips as you tried to press yourself down on his soaked thigh, your piss now cooling against the fabric as it stuck to your skin uncomfortably. Trying to find your release as he moved both hands to your hips to hold you steady, a dark depraved smirk on his lips.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Ego’s lips were pressed against the shell of your ear, “See that camera right there?”

He motioned towards a blinking red light that you hadn’t noticed before, the sight had your stomach dropping as you realised that he’d recorded the entire spectacle. Your embarrassment now committed to film for the foreseeable future.

“I’m going to be making an announcement momentarily,” He cooed, “Whoever scores the winning goal tonight will be receiving a special reward, I wonder if you can guess what that might be.”

[gojossu]

sneaky sex. ego jinpachi

cw. // exhibitionism (?), sneaky sex, cockwarming, blowjob, creampie, afab reader

it pains me to see absolutely nothing of ego's smut so im taking one for the team. my first post.

thinking about ego jinpachi who LOVES to have you on your knees, hiding under the screen, giving him head. it sends shivers down his spine, to have such indecent act done to him without any of the players knowing.

when he finally introduced you to the blue lock boys (just so he can have you sit on his lap warming his dick), "you'd see her face frequently from now on," and so he did set you up on his lap, ignoring the annoyed look, some even rolling their eyes of the boys. originally, he's not going to let that slide, but his dick is in deep inside your pussy right now, he feels too good to care.

god, your insides feels so good and the stares from his dear players are making him reach his high quick, while you are trying your best not to let out a moan. the look on your face makes him want to bend you over his desk and fuck you into oblivion but holds back for the sake of morality. he can't let his players see him breaking your back now, can he?

but you best believe he will manhandle you and pounds into your insides like a madman once he's done spouting bullshit to them blue lock boys.

[sunset-sun-god]

Hi! Would you consider doing another Actor/Dark fic? It's really fun when it's Dark who does a bunch of teasing and acts all innocent and smug about it, so maybe something like that? They could be at an event of some kind and Actor gets so riled up that he drags him into a private room or closet or something >:3 I don't mind who gets to top, but Actor is kind of a really cute bottom..... ;)

These rivals fuck sometimes, idk what to tell you.

Warnings: semi-public sex, twin cocks, public teasing

   Being cast as the villain made it so Dark was frequently involved in various social events by Mark's side. These events often served as promotion and networking, and they really didn't enjoy it. It wasn't that they were against the idea, it was how overwhelming it could be. It was how often they felt people's eyes bore into their head. Like they knew something was off, though Dark took care to blend in.

    Dark swirled wine in their glass as Mark chattered on, getting an idea on how to occupy themself while people politely ignored them.

    They started off easy, passing by Mark and brushing his back. He barely noticed.

    They held out a chair for him, their long, graceful fingers brushing his backside. That was more like it. Mark looked up, surprised. Dark pretended to ignore him.

    They sat there and ate, perfectly mimicking humans and how they behave. Their foot drifted to Mark's leg, then to his thigh, then just barely, they pressed their knee to his crotch.

    "A-ahem-" Mark sputtered, "As I was… saying… They've been a great co-star all these years." 

    Dark smiled into their glass as Mark shot them a pointed glare. As if demanding they don't do this in front of the others. But that's what made it fun.

    After dinner, they get a little more bold. They adjust his tie for him, tightening it a little more than normal. Mark's face burned, unsure whether they were trying to kill or flirt with him.

    "Mark… why don't we dance?" They purr.

    "I thought you didn't like my dancing, 'Damien'…" His voice is barbed, forcing out Dark's now fake name.

    "Let me lead you. It could be a good learning opportunity." Dark took his hand, pulling Mark into a close tango.

    They lead him expertly, their smoky eyes full of lust. Mark stumbled, and Dark had no choice but to catch him, leaning over him so closely they could kiss.

     Mark let himself go, falling to the floor. He got up, dusting off his coat and pants. "You- what are you doing?!" He hush-yelled.

    "Whatever do you mean?" Dark batted their eyes. "I was only trying to help."

    "Help? This is not helping! Imagine what the press would think!" He hissed. 

    Mark hurried off, out of the room to get some privacy. Dark trailed behind.

    The two ended up in a closet together, all too close. Dark smiled, the picture of innocence.

    "I'm not sure what you're talking about, what would the press have to say?" 

    "That you- that- that I! That you!" Mark stomped his foot. "Ooooh, don't play games like that!"

    Dark gently held his jaw in their hand, fading back into their comfortable gray to save some energy.

    "Oh, Mark… all worked up, aren't you?" They pressed their nose to his, dropping to a whisper. "Do you need some help with that?"

    Mark opened his mouth to answer, before folding his arms and smugly nodding. He figured Dark would chicken out and knock it off. Dark instead chuckled.

    "Gotten bold, haven't we, dear snake?" Dark unbuttoned his suit jacket, setting it aside.

    "H-hey, hey, you can't be serious! You said we wouldn't fool around where others might see!" Mark flushed again.

    Dark halted. "Well, if you'd rather I not."

    Mark grumbled, now frustrated he had to make his interest explicit. He folded his arms again, trying to hide the fact he had been getting aroused.

    "My deepest apologies for misunderstanding." They cleared their throat, going to leave. Mark caught them by the wrist.

     Dark looked back, Mark trying to piece together words. "N-no… I… do… but don't get us caught, okay? I have a reputation."

    "As do I." Dark smiled softly, resuming where they left off.

    They pushed his tie to hang over his shoulder and unzipped his pants, letting his cocks free. They were half hard. Dark's cold hands circled his shafts easily, lightly pumping them until they were fully erect. Mark bit back a noise.

     Dark dropped to their knees, pausing before taking him. "Happy to see me, hm?" They tease.

     Mark's cocks twitched, and he reluctantly nodded.

     "Good. I don't know about you, but I was getting bored out there." Their hands grasped his thighs, marked with several scars.

     They took one of his shafts in their mouth, sucking the tip first, then deeper. Their throat hollowed, accommodating his length easily. Their long tongue slithered out, licking his balls slowly. Mark shuddered.

    "T-that's a new one-" Mark whispered.

    Dark smiled internally, pulling away. They took in his other shaft next, sucking and licking him carefully. Mark clung to a shelf behind him, biting his lips.

    Dark opened their mouth a little wider than anyone reasonably should, taking in both shafts. Mark let out a soft moan, knees weak from the stimulation. They swallowed around his tips.

   Mark dug his hands into their hair, trying desperately not to mewl like a cat. They reached up to shove a handkerchief in his mouth and help him.

    Mark gagged on the cloth, taking it out. 

    "W-what exactly are you getting from this?" He whispered.

     Dark pulled away, wiping excess drool. "Hm… Malicious satisfaction. A reason for you to let me have my way with you at home. I think I'll bind you to the wall, hunt you for sport and fuck you. How does that sound?"

    Mark whined softly. All he could do was nod. He tried to act all tough and in control, but he was putty in their hands.

    Dark returned to sucking him off, the tip of their pointed tongue gracing his perineum. Mark was sweating bullets, trying not to lose control of himself.

    His cocks came in tandem, shooting onto their throat. Mark fell to his knees, practically in Dark's lap as he caught his breath.

    Dark swallowed thickly, using the handkerchief to dab at their mouth and his forehead.

    "How was that, my Snake?" They rested their elbows on his knees.

    "... T… too good." Mark panted. 

    "Oh, poor Hero." Dark pouted teasingly, before getting up to leave. 

   Mark whined, reaching out for them. They returned to their previous intimate proximity, never intending to leave him there. They just liked seeing him beg, and they knew he liked begging.

     "C… can we do this next event?" Mark asked softly.

     Dark nodded, grinning smugly at how successful this little encounter went.

[whirlybirbs]

— BRUISED EGO ; PART ONE ; TOSHINORI YAGI ; 俊典

summary: you & toshinori have a great working relationship. all might is like a mentor. a great guy. a real, stand-up dude. a hero who inevitably has to help you deal with the side-effects of being hit with a love quirk. pairing: younger!toshinori yagi / f!reader ; hero name: derecho word count: 3.6k of pure smut tags: afab!reader, fingering, oral (female receiving), piv, denying feelings, toshi being a genuine lover-boy, someone has a praise kink, surprise it's me, minors dni a/n: i love young dumb full of cum late-twenties all might the tag | next →

"You don't look well—"

"Don't."

You could fry him right now. You could totally, absolutely, blast him with ten thousand volts and call it a night — but you can't, really, because he's fucking All Might. He's All Might and even worse, he's Toshinori Yagi. 

He's... kind. And gentle. And patient. And levelheaded... If not the single reason your entire life fell apart seven years ago.

(That is not true. You know it. You and your therapist have worked through that stuck point — but, it sounds a hell of a lot better than explaining the reason you ended up in prison was by your own actions, not being caught by All Might.)

You're reformed.

Blah, blah, blah, you're the Villain Rehabilitation Program's star graduate. 

They loved using your imagery — the ones of you before you got clean off those Quirk enhancers and put on the straight and narrow —in their PR packages. They love that picture of you — the ones with hands behind your back — cuffed by All Might as you're effectively muzzled by the local law enforcement.

Your lip catches in a snarl.

Don't think about that. 

Don't think about his hands on your wrists. Don't think about the way his boot nudged your leg apart for the frisk — don't think about the way he threatened you, so low and so dangerous, not to move. 

Don't think about how All Might is a bastard, and the media just doesn't know it. 

He's cheeky. Sly. When he's out of the limelight, that eerie #1 smile drops and he's almost normal — if not nearly five hundred and sixty pounds of muscle.  

Like now, on this rooftop, he's more like Toshinori Yagi. Your impromptu mentor in all things heroic. After all, the Hero Commission thought it would be great for the program's image if All Might, the man who arrested you countless times, was the one to integrate you into a more heroic notion. Never mind the dozens of times you went head-to-head with the man, never mind the handful of times you almost won. 

"Derecho, I'm serious," comes his voice; it's softer, almost like he's in his smaller form — the one you always find yourself being partial to, "You look feverish..."

Static snaps across the air and Toshinori takes it — the way it bites at the skin of his hands is nothing. It's a warning shot. Don't come any closer. 

"I was hit with that guy's quirk," you mutter as you try to square your breathing, "I'm fine, I just... Need some time—"

Son of a bitch. 

You've always been a hard one to shake — and even now, as you climb well into the Top Ten ranks, he's never seen you this out of it. You've taken a crowbar to the ribs and recovered better than being hit by some petty criminal's love quirk. 

Toshinori curses under his breath as he winces at the desperation cracking in your voice. 

"If you need to take the night—"

"Yes."

He was slotted to patrol this prefecture with you for another two hours — but seeing the way your whole body looks like it could collapse is... a bit concerning. Toshinori nods, exhales, and waves you on.

"Should I call Recovery Girl?"

Your boot toes the ledge. You need out of this outfit. It's too tight. You're too hot. Your skin feels like it's on fire and the embarrassing ache between your legs is just getting worse with every low, timbred syllable out of his mouth. Don't think about his mouth. 

"I'm fine." 

You're not fine.

Even when you're back in your apartment, trying desperately to shower off the skin-crawling, mouth-watering heat of desire, you can't even come close to relating to the word 'fine'. You're a mess. You try to stand under the heat of the water for a while, to burn the need off your skin, but that doesn't work. 

You're so not fine. 

You can't stop thinking about Toshinori. Must be something to do with the fact he was closest when you were struck with the quirk. Yea. Totally that.

You have to be fine. You need to be fine. This is just a stupid love quirk that will wear off within a few hours. 

Well, a few hours come and go, and it's just getting worse. 

Come on, you are torturing yourself with the evening news, just breathe it out. 

Because you're a hero, and you were a villain. You know what it's like to get hit with disconcerting quirks like this in the heat of a battle. With just a little time, it goes away. Right? 

Right...?

"I AM CALLING! I AM CALLING!" 

Your phone vibrates on the coffee table. Your pupils, full-blown and big, swivel to the photo that ignites the dark of the room. It's a photo of Toshinori — he's in his smaller form, posed beside you in a ramen booth close to U.A.'s campus. He was hellbent on giving you a tour of his old high school.

You always loved how cute he looked in that picture.

Fuck.

You snatch the phone up and answer the call.

"What?" it comes out snappier than it needs to be. 

"Are you doin' alright?" his voice has lost its persona'd gusto. You can tell, just by the soft way he speaks, he's no longer in uniform or on patrol. All Might has clocked out for the evening, and Toshinori Yagi is in the building, "I haven't heard a peep from you all night, zippy." 

Something in your brain goes blank at the nickname. You usually hate it. Usually, you'd bite at him for it. You don't even realize you're white knuckle gripping the edge of the couch as he continues to speak. 

"Y'know, it's okay — I've been hit by love quirks plenty of times before," he goes on; you can hear him juggle the phone to his other ear, "They aren't fun. I'm sorry you're—"

"Come over."

Toshinori almost drops the can of soda in his hands. In the middle of the convenience store aisle, he feels his entire body lurch. 

"What?"

Your head is back against the couch, your hands covering your face in sheer embarrassment. You grit it out again. "I said come over."

"Derecho—"

"I've tried everything," you mutter defeatedly into the phone; you can't even pull your hand from your face, you're so embarrassed you're even telling him this but you need help, "Fingers, toys, even the Hitachi on the highest speed, Toshinori, and I can't—"

Jesus fucking Christ. 

This is bad.

This is... not you. So not you. This is... fuck, okay, right. He's All Might. He helps people. And you're important to him. You're his enemy turned pseudo-protégé turned colleague turned woman-he's-been-ignoring-his-feelings-for-the-last-seven-months. You're Derecho. Number Eight Hero in Japan, his friend. His...

"Give me ten."

And he hangs up.

Two boxes of XL condoms earn him a severely skeptical look from the cashier, but it's fine. Toshinori has bigger things to worry about — like the fact he has no idea what this is going to do to your working relationship, but it's fine. You need help. He knows what this is like — and he would feel awful if he left you to deal with it alone. 

Fingers, toys, even the Hitachi— 

Maybe he'll die, actually. Maybe he'll just throw himself from the nearest roof. 

The mental image of you, alone in your apartment, hands between your thighs as you try desperately to shake the painful ache in your core has him walking a bit faster — your apartment is three blocks over. 

He makes good time.

His knuckles don't even touch the door before you're yanking it open — and Christ, you're a sight to see.

Wet hair, wild eyes, and a permanent heavy breath. The oversized t-shirt clinging to your shoulders is definitely going to be a topic of discussion for a later date. It's All Might merch. His fucking merch. 

When did you even buy that—?

"I'm sorry," you blurt out, looking pained. 

Toshinori's eyes hold your own. Then:

"I've always been a sucker for a damsel in distress."

He's a bastard. A serious bastard. A bastard who you're dragging in by the neck of his t-shirt — a bastard who doesn't complain in the slightest when your mouth is on his in a flash. With ease, he slams the front door shut with his boot and quickly allows you to guide him through your apartment. Your mouth is still latched to his, your hands digging into his shoulders as his hands chase your waist. 

You recognize in the heated haze of the kiss there's a grocery bag in his hand. It knocks against your hip as you accidentally back into the edge of the couch — your hands fumbling for some purchase in the dark living room. 

You pull your mouth from his just long enough to breathe out another apology. 

"Don't. We'll talk about it after," he says, leaning down over you as you scramble back against the leather couch cushions, "What do you need?"

"What do you think?" you hiss as his body presses against yours; he's still in his boots, still in his shirt and jeans. He's... too clothed. Your body couldn't handle anything except the less-than-flattering pair of cotton underwear and the biggest t-shirt you owned. 

You swear he's smirking in the dark. 

"Mouth? Hands?" he presses, his touch cradling your face as he continues to navigate your steady, bruisingly needy kisses, "Use your words."

"Anything—"

Your voice is a rasp, your hands scaling his back as he nudges your knees apart with his thigh and slots his hips against yours. Even in this smaller form, he's got the tactical advantage — not being near death from a fever so high you can hardly think anymore. 

"I need to know," he says as he leans back, his voice dipping lower as his palms brush the skin of your stomach. His fingertips hesitate at the edge of your waistband, and you whine. 

"Anything, Toshinori, stop jerking me around!" 

...What a brat. He almost laughs. But, then he remembers the one time he was left like this — and how desperate he was even after six hours of exhaustive attempts at self-pleasure. 

"Be nice," he chirps as his fingers slip beneath your underwear; his satisfaction builds when you fist the back of his shirt and gasp — his fingers grace the slick, wet folds of your core with ease. It's a tender movement, one that assesses just how pliable you are at this moment. 

And then, two of his fingers are pushing into you down to his knuckles. 

The babbled thank you bursts from your chest — and Toshi actually laughs at how fast you cling to his chest. He didn't anticipate his night going like this. Not with you, wild-eyed and desperate, pulling him into a kiss that's so bruising he thinks his lip splits.

Hands. Hands. Hands. His hands. One hand is between your folds, working you open, and the other is pressing up your curves and settling along your breast. You can't even think straight. The fact Toshinori is so slick, so eager, so good at whatever he's doing, is making the coil in your abdomen go white hot. 

"Fuck—" you strangle out, your lips parted in a gasp as he wets his own lips and watches your face in the dark, "G-God, okay, th-that's good—"

"Better than your own?" he asks, genuinely worried this isn't the progress you need to shake off the quirk's effects. 

"So much better," you wail, coincidentally fueling his ego in a way he never knew he needed. Because, ha, well — who knew Derecho, little miss spiteful and mysterious, just needed a little bit of him. 

"Is it enough?" he asks against her jaw, his forearm flexing as he works the pace up, his palm rubbing gently against your clit. It's an attempt at a coordinated pace, and it seems to be working from the way you're writhing beneath him. 

"I... I still — I can't — I'm so..." you look like you could cry out of sheer frustration, and Toshi suddenly feels a pang of guilt. He can only imagine how you've done this very thing over and over tonight, trying to just cum. Your voice cracks and you whimper, "I can't. I'm so close, but I just can't—"

"Okay," he breathes, his mind swirling with strategic planning, "So mouth."

"Mouth?" you choke, suddenly looking alarmed, but Toshi doesn't seem to care about the added snare of intimacy that comes with him slipping to his knees before the couch. 

Oh my god, he's on his knees. He's on his knees and he's grappling with your underwear, hauling it down the tops of your thighs before throwing it over his shoulder in a very Toshinori manner. 

You've got All Might on his knees. 

It suddenly hits you as he sits up on his knees and nudges your legs apart. He's a man on a mission — dedicated entirely to the task at hand. 

Making you orgasm. 

You wonder how many people have fantasized about this very thing — granted, he's not costume. Thank god. You can't even imagine what the conversation with his dry-cleaning team would look like. 

Toshi's voice knocks you back to reality. "Is this okay?"

He sounds concerned.

Meanwhile, you could kill him. If he doesn't put his mouth on you right now—

Noted. He sees the spark of annoyance, dumb question, and hauls your leg over his shoulder as he delves in. 

Ohmygod.

This is better — the coil is wound tighter, and a little bit closer to snapping, the second his tongue presses flat against your glistening slick. It's even better when he hums, his voice mumbles against your sex as his hands press your thighs to open a bit farther. 

"Keep 'em open."

"Don't talk," you heave between pants, "With your mouth full."

It's like the two of you are at work — this banter. But, his laugh vibrates your core and you moan. That doesn't happen at work. That doesn't happen, ever. A greedy part of you sure as hell hopes this happens again, because holy hell, he's good at this. Methodical. Strategic. Thorough.

His pace doesn't change, the pressure doesn't lessen. The blonde streaks of his fringe tickle the inside of your thighs as he continues his work — and you swear you almost cum when he slips a look up at you in the dark. 

His eyes are so blue that you feel like you're suddenly lost at sea. 

Then, there are two crooked fingers back inside of you. 

You and he are going to have to have a long talk about where he learned all this — because it's so good you genuinely can't do anything but reach out and grip his hair in a panic. You gasp, your whole body convulses, and you almost... almost cum. Almost.

It's Toshi's turn to moan. 

You're suddenly so oversensitive you swear your heart might stop. 

You're writhing away from him, squirming away, and Toshi's lips are parted as his breath fans across your core. 

"Cock," you're suddenly rambling, "N-Need — I need—"

"Right," he stutters, realizing this is good — you're almost there, he can tell. You're so close he can feel it in the air. The static electricity burning off your quirk leaves the room feeling tingly. 

He's wobbling back upright, cursing as he practically falls around the couch in the dark, and palms at the grocery bag he discarded on the floor. He's not graceful about the way he tears about the small box, or about the way he drops the foil square between his teeth as he leans back to work off his belt. 

"Bedroom?" he asks through gritted teeth.

You're nodding, practically falling over yourself to lead the way. Boots, jeans, belt, shirt — all of it is left scattered along the way, and your bare body hits the sheets after an easy shove from Toshinori. Of course, the boxers clinging to his strong thighs are his brand. The All Might logo is almost comical stretched across his hardness. 

You have the wherewithal to roll your eyes as he tears open the condom with his teeth. 

"What?" he shirks, looking down.

"Seriously?" you grit, legs pressed together tightly to try and stop the empty ache between your legs. It hurts. It hurts so much worse when his mouth and hands aren't on you.

"Don't even start," he rumbles as he rolls down the waistband and his cock springs free — he's quick to roll the condom down the thick length of it and lift a finger to wag in your face, "You answered the door in my merch—" 

"Setting the mood," you offer as he steps out of his underwear.

Toshinori then, unceremoniously, drags your hips to the edge of the bed. You almost shriek. It's a bit rough — a bit sudden — but you can't complain when the head of his cock is suddenly being guided through your folds teasingly. Up and down. Over the swollen bud of your clit, across your wet opening. You prop yourself up on your elbows, lips parted, as you try and nudge your hips closer. 

His large hand presses your hips down to the mattress. 

"Toshinori—"

"You sure this is okay?" he mutters, his pupils full-blown as he watches himself slip through your wetness, "I— If it's too much—"

"If you don't fuck me right now—"

"Right."

And he sinks in.

Ha. 

Yea. 

This is good.

You're so glad you didn't fry him earlier. You're so glad. You're so... oh, this is so so so ridiculously good you might die. You might die, because he's snapping his hips into yours and you can see the ripple of his muscles, even in this smaller form. 

His breath is ragged, his voice low and easy.

"You're doing a great job," he says; your core tightens at the sudden praise, "Y-You're doin' really... good—"

Your chest bounces with each thrust, your legs locked around his hips, your whimpers increasing in frequency with every single in and out of his cock. The feeling is better than any sex you've ever had — you've never been so aware of every inch. 

And then, he's knocking his forehead against yours, leaning over you — you're caged against the mattress, and one arm of his is holding your leg up around his waist. The angle change is minute but it's good. Everything is Toshinori so suddenly, everything is so blue eyes and a bright smile. 

It's thorough, a word you're slowly beginning to realize describes Toshinori to a T. There's not a single falter in his pace, not a single thrust that doesn't wind the white-hot orgasm tighter and tighter in your belly. It's worse when he holds your face, though, worse when he keeps fucking you so well while chattering on about how good you are, how strong you are, how beautiful you are—

Your composure snaps when he rumbles out:

"I know you can cum for me like a good girl."

The coil snaps.

Finally. 

After four hours of torture. After four hours of trying. Finally, you cum — and hard. The sort that robs you of your vision and hearing, the sort that has your whole body arching off the bed. The kind you haven't had in a long time. The kind that, of course, Toshinori Yagi would be the man to provide. 

"Fuckfuckfuck—" you babble, gasping, still gripped by the force of the orgasm as his pace quickens.

He's laughing — laughing, and then you're clamping down on him so hard he sees stars. It's all fun and games until he can't stop himself, he can't slow down, he can't breathe, and he's rocked by an orgasm that makes his knees give out. He's wild-eyed, panting, snapping his hips into yours as you whimper and gasp and grip his shoulders so tight he may have bruises. 

Toshinori swallows, then gasps to catch his breath, and then pushes himself up to give you a little room to breathe. His cock is still twitching inside of you.

Your eyes are closed, and your breath is fast. Your hair is spilled across the sheet — and you look content. Satiated. Peaceful. He's rarely ever seen you so tranquil. 

Blindly, and lazily, you reach up to touch his cheek.

At first, he thinks it's going to be tender. Intimate. Romantic.

Then, you roughly pat it twice.

"We're never gonna talk about this again."

Right. 

Because he's All Might. And you're Derecho. You're colleagues. Friends. This was just... him helping you. Like when a friend has a cold. You bring them soup. He... brought you... an orgasm. Just like soup.

Definitely.

...Right. 

"It was just, uh," he breathes, pulling out and cursing at the embarrassingly apparent load in the condom; not like he'd dreamed about this very thing for nights on end, no siree bob, "You needed help. I offered."

That is not what happened. Not even close. But, he's going to tell himself that.

Not like you totally won't think about this every single night ever for the rest of time. Definitely like you won't dream about the way he called you a good girl. Ha. Yea, right. Psh. You're fine. This is fine. Everything is fine.

After all, it's just Toshinori.

He's... kind. And gentle. And patient. And levelheaded... If not the single reason your entire life fell apart seven years ago.

And definitely not the reason your life is falling apart right now as you realize, fuck, you're definitely in love with him, aren't you?

Naaah.

[jesuistrestriste]

arts reaction to reader wearing this erm

oooh god. i think he would be all flushed in the face and smiley when he’s helping you take off your clothes, but the second he pulls down ur bottoms and sees the writing on the panties his face would just fall—

like suddenly he’s breathing heavier and also can’t breathe at the same time? and his hands are on your hips and his thumbs are sliding to play with the little bows while he feels his cock swelling painfully in his boxers :/

his heart is pounding and little waves of warmth are pooling in his gut the more he processes the words he’s reading

he slides down onto his stomach to position himself between your legs, and he’s hooking his fingers into the string sides of the thong before he looks up to your eyes and whispers in the most tender and desperate voice ever..

“just for me?”

[theanimeroom]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

DAYDREAMING ABOUT…

💎 men who will wake you up in the middle of the night to fuck your brains out, but you’re their little whore so they know you don’t mind 🫶🏽 you just looked so soft and pliant, he wasn’t sure what you were expecting from him. the moment he cracked his eyes open he knew that there was a problem, the uncomfortable tension he felt every time he shifted in his spot left his sighing into the dark room, the light from the television straining his eyes. he’d rather turn it off, but he knew the moment he pressed the power button you would be waking up, complaining about the lack of noise required for you to get rest.

he tried to force himself back to sleep, shutting his eyes and using the sound of your light breathing to lull him back to sleep. he tossed and turned, groaning lowly every time his full cock rubbed against his boxers. when it passed the 15 minute mark and he’d still been staring at the ceiling, he knew that there was no going back to sleep without some form of release.

one of his chilly hands reached into his boxers, gasping quietly as his fingers clasped around his cock. the sensation of the different temperature made his hips roll off the bed, thrusting softly into his fist. it felt nice, the pleasure running up his spine leaving his eyes low and breathing slightly uneven.

he tried to do it himself, he really did. but every time you shuffled from your side of the bed, his eyes glanced over at your figure peeking out from under the covers.

once shouldn’t be that bad, right?

with slow movements he released himself, shuffling under the covers before placing a cold hand against your leg. you twitched in your sleep as he climbed between your legs, placing the soft limbs on his shoulders as softly as he could. at the first feeling of his tip against your slick folds, a low moan blending into the hum of the television behind you.

“jesus,” he spat, breathing out a heavy moan as his cock slipped into you with ease, a slow pace ensuring that you don’t wake up. a soft moan slipped from you, the man pausing as he peered into your face, a small frown etched on your lips.

your brows furrowed as he filled you to the brim, hips rotating unconsciously. the man above you caressed your body, feeling up every curve and so in your body as he thrusted his hips slowly, feeling his cock throb at the moans slipping from your mouth.

you looked so pretty like this; taking his cock like you were made for it, body instinctively moving to chase the heat stirring in your lower stomach. you moaned a bit louder when his ministrations picked up, a not-so-sleepy jerk resonating within your body.

your eyes shot open when you felt him change the angle, the tip of his cock prodding that one spot inside of you that left you seeing stars. your voice broke as you tried to speak, only to be cut off by a fatigued moan.

“w-what…?” you questioned, back arching his thrusts sped up even more. you were being effectively wrecked first thing in the morning, and you were barely conscious enough to register his lips pressing against your neck, trailing towards the shell of your ear.

“shhh baby,” his voice purred into your ear. your moans were uncontrollable as you bucked your hips into his. “go back to sleep. daddy’s just gonna use this pretty pussy for a while, hm?”

toji, geto, gojo, sukuna || ran, izana, draken, nahoya, || aiku, ego, barou, sae || shunsui, kenpachi, isshin, kensei || aomine, haizaki, hanemiya, kasamatsu + your faves!

[ladiesdective-blog]

Blue lock pounders

MDNI!! CW: pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links

Jinpachi Ego

Helping him with work

Showing you how his fingers work

Something he’d do when your alone

Giving him a hand under his desk

Something he’d get you to wear

Riding him while he is doing work

Michael Kaiser

Showing you who’s in charge

Couldn’t wait to get into the room

Taking his anger out on you

Saw someone flirting with you

Argument in the car led to something else

Something he’d do if you talked to one of his enemies

Shoei Baro

Helping him with his workout

Taking his time with you

Movie night turned into something else

Something he’d do

He’s being gentle with you

Seeing how far it goes

[elstoy]

૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა no thoughts head empty just abby and yours first time together. abby’s mouth latched onto your tits, sucking and popping your swollen nipples from her lips, grunting whenever she gazes down at them because they look so wet and delicious and covered by her transparent spit. she squeezes both of your nipples between her thick fingers, pulls them upward so you feel the sting and lets go, biting her lips and humming at your little squeaks and squeals. she loves the way you react so much. your gasps, your pupils blown out, your jaw hanging loose, your mouth in that slutty “o” shape. you’re squirming and wiggling down beneath her, and quickly enough she attaches her mouth back on your tits and sneaks her hand down, just to softly place her palm on your pantie + shorts covered cunt. she feels the wet patch that quite literally leaked through the fabric, and chuckles as she lets go of one of your nips. “oh yeah?” she taunts, applying some pressure on your little quivering pussy. you blabber something incoherently, and she’s all cocky “i know baby, i know…”. could probably make u cum through your panties as well and definitely does. fights the urge to tear them off of you and make you ride three of her fingers, but the ego boost that comes from making ur clit throb through two (2) layers of fabric is just… exhilarating.

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

Had an idea, with the new Transformers One movie coming out I'm planning on doing a Sentinel Prime x Cybertronian Reader.

I'm planning on having it be a praise kink type one-shot since this mech is the most arrogant piece of shit from the first moment I saw him. This man would most likely be all for you kissing up on him and feeding his ego.

Kudos to my bud @vexofhearts for this lovely piece of me sucking in his titties. I may hate this mech but I would gladly suck on his titties and give him oral because he's a pretty mother fucker.

[pparadiselost]

your noa fanfic drove me crazy there is nothing i wouldn't do for you to write about ego 🧎

actaeon.

ego jinpachi x fem reader ego sets up the perfect trap to make you undeniably his. warning(s): nsfw, noncon, being filmed without consent, exhibitionism minors do not interact. author's note: hello there! thank you so much for sending in a request!! this one... got a little out of hand and gnarly, so if you'd prefer that i write a fic without the dark content, please shoot me another ask and i'll happily write up another fic for you!! (ノ*°▽°*)

ego jinpachi is distinctly aware of who he is as a person, and he’s distinctly aware of the privileges that come with his odd place as the coach of the blue lock project. he’s sworn under some legal masquerade to use his power only for the betterment of soccer’s future, as if anything other than his obsession with the sport flows inside his veins. 

he knows his place as a heretic. he’s an outcast always looking in: the director but never the star, the god but never the devotee, the abyss but never the light. he’s seen the way people distances themselves away from him, be it anri or even veterans like noel. ego is perfectly content playing the role he does. his crazed behavior brings the end, and in his worldview, the ends always justify the means.

but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the unforeseen pleasures that spring up along the thorny path. he’s a free man now, and he has the world at his disposal. fortune favors the bold, but happiness favors the hedons. 

“you’re so sloppy,” he drawls in that condescending voice of his. if it weren’t for the slight edge to it, you would think it sounded robotic. his long cock is buried deep into you as you squirm in his lap, and his long arms hold you flush and captive against his chest. 

you’re faced with the horrifying sight of every single one of ego’s giant monitors lit up, each one displaying you. they’re all relatively innocent moments from your life. you’re eating breakfast in one, scrolling through your phone on the other, paging through a book you picked up in another… things that, creepy as they may be, are candid snapshots of your average life. 

except for the singular monitor facing center stage, seeming to mock you. you watch, stricken with fear, as the video plays a recording of you stuffing your fingers in your cunt, your pussy stretched out unmistakably on display. ego grins devilishly, and he thrusts in rhythm with the video of you masturbating.

“n-no… don’t do this to me-,” you squeak out. you need to clear your mind, need to speak reason into him, need to persuade him to get rid of these clips and to quit using all the cameras in the building for ill, and yet with his cock sliding in and out of you, it’s impossible for you to get any of your priorities straight. “d-don’t thrust into me like that-!”

“but you like it. you like it when i fuck you to a video of you getting off,” he giggles. you don’t need to be looking at him to envision the crazed gleam he’s bound to have in his eyes. you hate how much your pussy flutters and stretches around his cock, your juices making you gush every time you sink back down onto his lap. 

his hands tweak at your nipples, and he pinches your hardened buds in rhythm with the video. every time your fingertips swirl at your sticky clit, he moves his hands accordingly. pleasure courses in hot flashes across your vision and your cunt, and your hips move lewdly on your own, against your better judgment. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he chuckles behind you. his voice sounds high-pitched and crazed, like he’s a schoolboy going crazy over a scrap of attention from his crush. you should be disgusted, you should be scared, and yet with each inch of his long cock that pushes in and out of your squeezing pussy, your mind threatens to go dangerously blank. 

you shake your head weakly. sparks of heat and pleasure light up inside your brain. the dull stretch inside of your walls has your stomach doing backflips, his cockhead prodding deliciously at all of your deepest parts. “no- not you- you can’t do anything to me-”

he clicks his tongue, and when your head slumps against your chest, trying to retain your sanity by looking away from all the lewd videos of you he’s hoarded, he hisses as if you’ve scorned him. he grabs your face harshly, long and calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your face and neck, and he wrenches your eyes upwards so that you can’t look away from the screen. 

you hate it. your vision blurs when tears glaze over your eyes, but that can’t save you from the video. your legs are spread shamelessly open, your drenched pussy fully out on view as you toy with yourself. your face is twisted into a clear moan, lips parted as you gasp and cry out in pleasure, fingers buried deep inside of your cunt. your juices drool generously out of your clenching hole, and your thighs quiver uncontrollably as you masturbate.

“see? i have all of this and more,” ego murmurs. the glee in his tone is unmistakable. “i know how you like to touch yourself, how you like to be fucked. it’s cute that you think you can hide anything from me. you’re more feisty than you let on, aren’t you?”

he thrusts harshly up into you, his heavy balls slapping up against your clit. you barely bite back a strangled cry, electric sparks springing up inside of your chest. something tight pulls at your core, heat swirling like a slow whirlpool. you grit your teeth, and your breathing grows shallows. the friction of his cock rubbing into your gummy walls feels sinfully good, and his almost inhuman length makes it ridiculously easy for his tip to ghost over all of your sensitive parts.

it’s a lethal combination. his dick is just as long and tall as the rest of him is, not too thick but so long and enough to fill you up perfectly. each pump of his cock into you has you seeing stars, your nerves twitching and collapsing under the mounting pressure inside of your pussy. maybe it’s that, but maybe it’s also all the time he’s spent in the shadows, learning every inch of your body through the illicit videos and streams he’s collected of you, memorizing every quirk, every kink you have, making sure he knows by heart the best way to get you to crumble under his touch.

he was a feral beast that had been lying in wait, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. all you needed to do was to let your guard down for a split second, and he took full advantage of it to expose every single one of your weaknesses.

“don’t your worry. i’ll prove to you that i mean everything i say. there’s nothing i hate more than someone that can’t live up to their bragging. results… results are the only things that matter in this world—,” his sick laughter snaps you back out of your grief, “—even if that means making you cum until you’re a fucked out mess.”

he grips at your thighs, spreading your legs open a bit further in his lap so he can fuck his cock even deeper into you. your head feels heavy, a loaded scream locked in your throat when his tip starts fucking into your deep spots. you swear he’s hitting at your cervix, his cockhead trying to pry the entrance to your womb open so he can defile you thoroughly. you wouldn’t put it past him; ego was never the kind of guy to be satisfied with only doing the job halfway. it was always all or nothing with him.

pleasure consumes you from the inside out, his length stretching you out obscenely. your tight walls were massaging him so expertly, and ego can almost delude himself into believing that your cunt was made just to fit around his dick. you were made for him, made to be his perfect mate, and all the times he spent pleasuring himself to the illicit videos he took of you couldn’t even come close to actually getting his paws all over you.

“right here, isn’t it?” he thrusts up harshly into you, and you jerk back against his chest when heat slams down onto your skin. he’s abusing your g-spot, relentlessly bullying your sweet spots. helpess cries escape from you unwillingly as he fucks into you at his pace, his thrusts too sharp and too quick for you to relax into it, but your brain eagerly soaks up the friction. your cunt is begging for cock, wanting the addictive feeling of being filled up disrespectfully like you were just some loose toy, keeping you at constant odds with your shattered rationale. 

ego giggles in your ear, and you know his words are right. he does genuinely have you struggling futilely in the palm of his hand. you’re overwhelmed by all of the sensations around you: the haunting image of your fingers stuffed in your pussy flickering behind your eyes like a mocking vision. your hole was unknowingly milking him over and over, the shame and embarrassment of having to watch yourself fingering yourself while getting fucked making your pussy fall victim to all of the confusing pleasures.

“i can feel you getting tighter and tighter. i’m making you feel good,” he mocks you. his hands keep squeezing at your boobs, mesmerized by the soft flesh of your chest. his balls slap up against your skin, just waiting to spill his seed into your pussy and make you his forever. he sounds so pleased with himself. “you love to act like you’re all high and mighty, but we’re the same, you and i. it’s why i think you’re perfect for me. you’re just as dirty, just as much of a freak, and it’s my job to make sure you know that.”

tightness flares in your gut as if it’s mocking you. you don’t want to cum, don’t want to break that final boundary, don’t want to admit to yourself that you’re fully getting off of being manhandled and disgraced like this. but your body was never yours this entire time, and whatever madness possesses you right now only cares about the long dick sliding in and out of you.

“are you gonna cum? you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? filthy girl.” he twists your nipples harshly as if to emphasize his last few words. you feel so heavy and so weak all at once, broken down bit by bit and torn apart like a sheet of paper. how could you even dream of fighting back? you grit your teeth, not wanting to think about the frothy ring of ivory forming at the base of his cock, where your entrance is enticingly stretched out. “cumming from having a guy like me defile you… cumming from getting fucked while i play a video of you playing with yourself… filthy, filthy girl.”

tears had dotted over your vision a long time ago, and this was already a battle for you to lose the moment you got roped into his trap. your pride grips at your mind one last time, and you flex your thighs, wishing yourself the strength to forgive yourself when the worst of this would be over. even if intuitively, you knew that this was nothing more than the beginning to a wretched, wicked fall from grace, you wanted to take what little your remaining sanity could afford you.

you muster up the firmest voice you can. “you’re the absolute worst- you’re the scummiest man i know!”the lanky man simply laughs again, unaffected by your hurled insults. “oh, please. you’re just too predictable? you think i don’t know that? you think i wouldn’t consider myself scummy and awful after i’ve filmed you for so long in secret? what a stupid whore you are. it’s a good thing you have that pretty body of yours. otherwise, you’d really be nothing more than an unsalvageable excuse for a human being. naïve, gullible, all too easy for me to take advantage of…”

he pauses for a moment, and he leans in. horror settles in your psyche again when you can feel his hot breath fanning over the curve of your ear, and he presses a sickeningly gentle kiss right behind your ear. 

“and if i’m the scummy one,” he murmurs contemplatively, “what does that make you? you’re the one getting off on it. you say you’re not, but your body doesn’t lie to me. i can feel every little fucking thing that slutty pussy of yours is doing whenever i fuck myself into you.”

your stomach twists, painfully and needily, and your legs shake as his cockhead keeps ramming into your sweet spot. his tip bullies you right where you like it most, and your vision glazes over, threatening to go hazy and leave you at the mercy of this terrible man. you’re gonna cum—you can feel it. you can feel the heat building up inside of your core, the depraved tension just about to break.

you clench your eyes shut and brace yourself. your walls are greedily sucking onto his length, the wet noises of your bodies coming together echoing across the room. your toes curl as the pleasure overtakes your mind, and it feels like a second pulse is forming in your cunt, your body no longer willing to listen to you.

you grit your teeth and throw your head back against ego’s shoulder, much to his delight. “...nngh-!”

your pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him with all it has. it feels like something deep inside your stomach is exploding, and heat grips you all over. your nerves all feel as if they’ve been lit on fire. pleasure floods your brain as your pussy quivers and throbs. you hate that it feels good, a pleasure so blinding that your vision spins and it feels like you’re losing your center of gravity. any lingering strength escapes from your body as you shamelessly orgasm all over the cock that’s stuffed deep inside you, your walls fluttering all around his length and drooling around it as if it's the most delicious thing your cunt has felt. 

even as your high consumes you entirely, ego continues to fuck his hips upwards into you, threatening to break your body in half over his dick. you let out an incoherent cry, thrashing weakly against his frame. “n-nooo… d-don’t…!”

he laughs, his voice raspy and evil. “you came, didn’t you? don’t fucking lie to me. i told you i can feel everything, can’t i? that pretty little pussy of yours came from getting fucked by my cock. and to think you were going on and on about how you hated me that much… you’re not above getting dicked down, are you now? that’s what i thought… you really do look the prettiest when you’ve been fucked out like this.”

you don’t even have it in yourself to fight back against him. his cock weighs heavy inside of you, still thrusting rapidly into you despite the overstimulation that starts to claw at your weary insides. it’s too much; he’s moving too much at his own peace without any consideration as to whether or not you can fully keep up. but you don’t have any remaining fight to do anything to defend yourself, and it’s all you can do to even keep your head upright as he pistons his hips into you as if you’re his personal sex toy.

he twitches dangerously inside you, savoring the newfound tightness of your walls from fucking you straight through your orgasm. you’re sobbing softly, unable to form full thoughts and just crying out, praying that this whole thing will stop soon so you can tend to whatever remnants of your shattered psyche you can salvage. he’s close too: you can feel the way his cock throbs and shudders inside of you as he drags his inches in and out, the way his balls tense up against the curve of your ass, his ragged breathing and his muttered threats of stuffing your cunt up so full with his cum that not even contraception can save you from being marked inside and out by him.

you brace yourself. it should be over once he’s done having his fun with you.

but instead, he pauses. you peel your eyelids open at the sudden stop, and you gasp when he leans forward in the seat he has you trapped in between. he’s still buried deep inside you, his cockhead pressed up dangerously against the entrance to your womb, but he reaches for the controls of his monitor.

you know better than to think he has anything good in mind by reaching for his technology. but ego is faster, smarter, in all ways better at thinking a step ahead of you, and after pressing a button, he quickly traps you in between his long limbs to keep you from moving. you whimper pathetically, your legs spread out to reveal your stretched out cunt being continuously speared on his dick.

“shhhh,” he chuckles, the maniacal gleam in his eyes twinkling with an unmatched madness. horror swirls again inside of your gut when you hear the mechanic whirring of a camera, and your fears are confirmed when the giant camera lens atop his many desktop monitors swings towards the two of you, seemingly focusing straight onto your fucked out, restrained form, getting fucked out helpessly like some scene straight out of a porno.

in another move of faux affection, he kisses the shell of your ear. “letting you get off with only getting creampied is too predictable, don’t you agree? just you wait, my filthy girl… in a few seconds, that camera is going to display everything we’re doing to the entire facility… those hungry, hungry boys are going to see you bouncing up and down on my cock, and they’re going to see every second of me filling up that little hole of yours with my cum.”

you don’t want to accept this ridiculous truth. this has to be a bad dream, a manifestation of your nightmares that you just can’t wake up from, and yet the painful aches at your thighs and inside your pussy tell you otherwise. this is the reality you’re trapped in, and you can’t run away from it.

“you’ll be all mine forever,” ego whispers as the cameras buzz to life, sealing your fate entirely. “i just have to make sure the entire world knows it.”

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[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

[whirlybirbs]

— WATCH YOUR STEP ! ; it's a masterlist.

[ v10.14.24 ] here's a post dedicated to organizing my recent writings — summer/fall 2024. minors dni with fics marked 18+. featuring: my hero academia, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA:

*ೃ༄ ALL MIGHT | toshinori yagi

( 18+ ) bruised ego | part one ; f!reader / all might — young!might. you & toshinori have a great working relationship. all might is like a mentor. a great guy. a real, stand-up dude. a hero who inevitably has to help you deal with the side-effects of being hit with a love quirk. ( 18+ ) bruised ego | part two ; f!reader / all might — young!might. he should have waited for you. but no, toshinori felt like he had something to prove. now, roles are reversed and he needs your help. ( WIP ) bruised ego | part three ; f!reader / all might — coming soon. ( 18+ ) all smite + tears ; f!reader / all smite — part of the #birbs smut blurbs ( 18+ ) toshinori + voice ; f!reader / toshinori — part of the #birbs smut blurbs #bruised ego | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the bruised ego series

*ೃ༄ HAWKS | keigo takami

meet & greet | part one ; f!reader / hawks — you manage to snag two VIP meet & greet tickets for your nephew's birthday. he insists you join him. part one of two. ( WIP ) meet & greet | part two ; f!reader / hawks — coming soon. ( 18+ ) keigo + begging ; f!reader / hawks — part of the #birbs smut blurbs #meet & greet | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the meet & greet series

*ೃ༄ DABI | touya todoroki

burner cell | part one ; f!reader / dabi — you end up at the league's bar, unbeknownst to you or your drunk friends. you just want to go home. set in the early days of bnha. burner cell | part two ; f!reader / dabi — after a week of silence, you finally text dabi. #burner cell | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the burner cell series

*ೃ༄ SHOTO | shoto todoroki

can't we be seventeen? ; f!reader / shoto — he's loved you since he was seveteen.

*ೃ༄ RED RIOT | eijiro kirishima

noise complaint ; f!reader / red riot — red riot feels really bad about absolutely wrecking the shit out of your treasured plants, or eijiro kirishima falls in love at first sight.

*ೃ༄ SUNEATER | tamaki amajiki

( 18+ ) tamaki + tentacle ; f!reader / suneater — part of #birbs smut blurbs

*ೃ༄ ENDEAVOR | enji todoroki

( 18+ ) endeavor + whipped ; f!reader / enji — part of #birbs smut blurbs

*ೃ༄ ERASURE HEAD | shouta aizawa

( 18+ ) aizawa + eating ; f!reader / shouta — part of #birbs smut blurbs

*ೃ༄ MINDJACK | hitoshi shinso

( 18+ ) mindjack + quirk ; f!reader / hitoshi — part of #birbs smut blurbs

KIMETSU NO YAIBA:

*ೃ༄ KYOJURO RENGOKU

the fool ; f!hashira reader / rengoku — all you wanted was to pass out in your room, but no. here you are, dragging yourself (quite literally) up the mountainside to the ubuyashiki mansion's onsen.

JUJUSTSU KAISEN:

*ೃ༄ SATORU GOJO

( 18+ ) gojo + lineage ; f!reader / gojo — part of #birbs smut blurbs

*ೃ༄ NANAMI KENTO

( 18+ ) nanami + tie ; f!reader / nanami — part of #birbs smut blurbs

[ updated: 10.14.24 | © all works belong to @whirlybirbs / pilotisms on archive of our own. do not plagiarize, translate, repost, or bind my fanworks for sale. ]

[knavves]

★ SUGAR DADDY ft sae, shidou, yukimiya & ego — different ways sugar daddy blue lock men slut you out !

wc: 1.1k ノ cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. public sex. fingering. blow jobs. throat fucking. use of petnames. degrading. praise. riding. dirty talk. stomach bulge. dacryphilia. slapping. ego is kinda mean.

SUGAR DADDY SAE! who can barely contain himself as you finally walk out the dressing room, drinking in the sight of the pricy lingerie clinging to your body, hardly even covering your most intimate parts. his eyes track your every movement as you slightly sway your hips and giggle as you spin for him, allowing him to see the way the fabric fits your body.

“what do you think, sae?” but he doesn’t say anything as he grips your wrist and drags you back into the dressing room. you gasp when he pins you up against the wall, placing needy kisses all over the valley of your neck. you whine about how someone could catch you but he ignored your concerns as he pushes your panties to the side, slipping his cock into your drooling pussy. one hand grips your waist tightly and the other slithers up to cup his hand over your mouth to muffle your pretty cries. the pro athlete knew that if you were to both get caught like this it would make headlines but that didn’t seem to concern him too much.

the necklace that glimmered around your neck, specifically customized for you and engraved with his initials, bounced as he drilled into your cunt from behind. the squelching noises that followed with each thrust and your muffled moans were seemingly louder in your ears, you silently prayed that none of the workers would catch what was going on.

SUGAR DADDY SHIDOU! who has an arm slung around your shoulders, peering at the screen of your phone as you gawk over the new designer bag that just dropped. you look at him with doe eyes and sweetly ask if he can get it for you. he just smirks and tilts his head at you, “you know what you have to do if you want something, baby.”

you immediately slid out of your seat and onto the floor of the limo, sinking to your knees in between his spread legs. your hands shakily reach up to the zipper of his pants, your gold bracelet slightly slipping down your wrist as you do so. your face suddenly grew hot as you remembered you two weren’t alone in the limo as a handful of his friends were with you.

his cock sprung free from the confinements of his boxers, nearly slapping your cheek as it stood tall, already hard and leaking with precum. he grunted at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping him, his large hand pushed at the back of your head urging you to take more of him. his tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag around his length, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. growing impatient, he gripped either side of your head before fucking his hips up into your mouth. you choked and sputtered around him, drool slipping down your chin and some of it coating his balls.

your nails dug into his tanned thighs to stabilize yourself and the tears that had welled up in your lash line had helplessly spilled over, smearing the mascara you’d dolled yourself up with earlier. “fuck, choking on my cock in front of my friends like this? you’re such a slut. my slut though.” he spat between groans. “c’mon shidou be nicer to her, she’s taking you so well.” one of his friends piped up. “so pretty too. i’d love to have her for myself.” another voice said, your thighs clenched at the mix of degradation and praise that rang through your ears. shidou moans shamelessly loud and you’d wish he’d quiet down, how could he not be embarrassed by the lingering eyes on the both of you? but you guess you weren’t any better as you didn’t even hesitate to get on your knees for him.

SUGAR DADDY YUKIMIYA! who fills your ears with praise as he slowly slides his cock into you. every movement he makes is gentle and he holds you like you’re a delicate piece of glass that could shatter with one wrong move. his eyes holding intense contact with your own, clouded with so much adoration and purity as if he wasn’t balls deep inside you right now.

“you’re so beautiful. you always look so pretty drunk on my cock.” he whispered into your ear, not missing the way you shuddered at his warm breath fanning against your skin. his head dropped to rest on your shoulder to silence the groans that left his lips as you squeeze and spasmed around him with each thrust of his hips.

you bat your eyelashes dreamily at him before opening your lips smeared with lipstick to ask if he could get you this new car you really really wanted. his head lifts from your shoulder blade to quirk a brow at you, amused by your antics. “a new car but didn’t i already buy you one?” he quires. you jut your bottom lip out in a pout, “y-yeah but this ones different, it’s pink.”

he just chuckles lightly at you, “beg for it and i’ll think about it.” knowing full well he’s going to get it for you anyway.

SUGAR DADDY EGO! who pays you no mind as you slowly sink down onto his cock. your newly done nails digging into your own thighs as he’d commanded you not to touch him. a drawn out moan slips from your mouth when you finally bottom out, still shaking from the slight burn that came as he stretched you out.

you’d think with his nonchalant attitude that he was disinterested in you but it was completely the opposite. his heavy breaths and the way he throbbed inside of you was a dead giveaway to how much he enjoyed this albeit he’d never admit it. he liked blowing his money on you, too, but he finds sadistic pleasure in making you work and cry for it.

you wince when your legs knock against the arm rests of his office chair as you bounce on his lap. you raise your hips, whimpering at how his dick dragged against your gummy walls when you sunk back down. his eyes would occasionally peel from the monitors that encase him to scan over the bulge in your stomach. he cruelly brought his hand up to press against it, reviling in the way you squeal and push his hand away.

a sharp sting against the flesh of your ass had you retracting your hands, “i told you not to fucking touch me, slut. you want to go on that shopping spree right?” you nodded dumbly, barely even registering what he was telling you. too dumb to even notice you’d been crying, god he loved it when you cried, always looked so pretty when you did. it gave him a sick sense of pride to see you all ruined for him. “use your words. or do you not want to go? is that it?”

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[jikagu]

FIRST TIME WITH THE BOYS

pairing: isagi x fem!reader, bachira x fem!reader, chigiri x fem!reader, ego x fem!reader

summary: just the boys first time with you <33

notes: this was fun to headcanon lol

ISAGI

literally a nervous mess with you

"um, am i doing this right?"

cums a lot 🙏

he was really shy abt the idea of oral 😭

"wait—you? want to suck it?"

"do you feel—good? cuz' i do." he slurred, pussy drunk. it hurt for the first few minutes and he let you adjust for a bit before he started moving.

"ye—s, fuck!" you moan, bucking your hips.

"so,, so, big!" you bit your lip, closing your eyes tightly.

"cummin,'" isagi slurred as you nodded. you both were so sensitive from earlier since it was your first time and already came so much.

isagi fell limp on top of you, taking his cock out.

"love you, baby." he sighed.

BACHIRA

this boy is so in love with you that when you asked about sex he immediately nodded

it seemed like he knew what he was doing but he was still a virgin, just watched porn a lot

"where IS THE CLIT??" he yelled, analyzing your pussy 😭

"bachira what the fuck"

when things got going, he was like a rabbit in heat.

"FOUND IT"

"wha—oh fuck!"

"WRONG HOLE, BACHIRA STOP A—"

"fuck, i love you so much baby." he desperately leaned in for a sloppy kiss as drool tickled your chin.

"so good, so good…" you repeated, tightly hanging on to the pillow he gave you.

it hurt for a bit so this boy gave you a pillow to take your pain out on, but he was impatient so he kept slamming in and out of you.

"slow—er bachira!" your lower stomach turned in ways you didn't know of,, it felt — so good

"cumming!" you yelped, bachira eyeing you.

"you squirt?" 😥

CHIGIRI

this man was so fucking gentle with you it even drove you crazy

"chigiri, you can go faster.." you mewled, your legs wrapped around his back

"i want you to feel good.. i don't wanna hurt you." the love sick boy caressed your face

chigiri would be gentle the entire time omg

"fuck you? no—i—wanna make love." he said, bashfully looking away. it was kind of embarrassing and cheesy, but he didn't care in the end.

"i love you so much baby." chigiri cooed, reaching your g-spot continuously.

"so tight 'round me." he smiled.

in

out

in

out

it was relatively slow, but—he just kept reassuring you he'd go faster.

"oh baby, im gnna' cum." he whimpered, closing his eyes before feeling the condom fill up.

"love you babygirl."

EGO

for his first time he was super cocky like wtf

"yeah? suck my cock."

"bitch who r u talking to."

"sorry."

he was big into spanking you and degrading you like crazyy

i guess it just always stuck on him

you'd think he'd be nervous and kinda worried but no, he knew what he was doing which was kinda weird

sounds of skin slapping filled the room with how aggressive ego was being with you. he held onto you as he slammed in you, grunts filling the room as well.

"ego oh my god! you,, so big—i can feel you inside of me!" you whined and whimpered before ego smirked.

"where can you feel me, slut?" he degraded you, making your head go in spirals.

"mmh, right here.." you moved your hand to your lower stomach where there was a large bulge inside of you, pushing down on it.

now that? that made ego cum.

big time.