#cw spitting

[tojisun]

hhh thinkin about choking simon while you’re riding him. his eyes are blown wide open, his face flushed with oversensitivity. he bucks his hips up every time you bounce, his moans slipping past his gritted teeth like a murmured grunt.

“fuck, baby,” you keen, your voice a hissed lilt. “so thick ‘round me.”

“shit,” simon rasps, going cross-eyed at how good everything feels—the warm press of your walls around him, your hand tight around his neck. it’s not that your grip is even strong, but the constant pressure of your hold grounds him; it fills him up with razing euphoria.

he adores having you this way, all dominant and in control of him; all snarled grin and teasing mewls. he’s putty in your hand, all for you to use, and simon is dizzy at the thought of it.

you giggle, tapping at his lips. “open wide, baby.”

simon breathes in sharply, his nose flaring in his excitement. he follows your command with obedience, his tongue lolling out slightly because he knows what will come next.

you lean forward just enough that your nose brushes against him before spitting in his mouth, and simon groans, throbbing with desire.

you watch him swallow it down with a fevered smile, your cheeks round in your own drunken happiness.

“good boy,” you trill, leaving open-mouth kisses along his jaw.

[s-dei]

anyway, comrades flirting

[puckpocketed]

27/11/2024 - WSH @ TBL

dylan strome gets high-sticked

bonus: patpatpat

[sageispunk]

thinking....

[gojosconsort]

you’re gagging, throat stretched raw around SUGURU’S fat cock, spit dripping down as he fists your hair, dragging you deeper. “take me so good, baby... fuck, give me that messy little throat,” he says, while SATORU’S behind you, fucking you senseless at the same time, slamming into you so hard your whole body lurches, his hands clawing your hips red. “shit, you’re tight—squeezing me while you’re choking on him, huh?” satoru says, smacking your ass loud enough to echo.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” suguru pants, shoving himself deeper ‘til your nose hits his pubes, tears streaking your face. “swallowing me like you were made for it.” your lungs burn, but satoru’s relentless, railing you ‘til your brain’s mush, pleasure frying every nerve. he leans over, sweaty and hot against your back, “love this, don’t you? getting fucked while you gag... like our perfect little toy.” his thrusts turn mean, and you’re shaking, a drooling, dripping mess.

“gonna fill you up,” satoru grunts, slamming once more as he cums, his hot sticky cum spilling out ‘til it’s running down your thighs. suguru’s right there, hips jerking, groaning, “swallow it all, babe—don’t spill a fuckin’ drop,” as he unloads down your throat, leaving you gasping and marked inside and out.

they pull back, panting, and you’re a limp, dripping mess��cum dripping from your cunt, smeared across your lips. “look at you... fuck, that’s hot,” satoru says, already grabbing his phone. “gotta keep this.” and then he snaps the photo—you, sprawled out, thighs glistening with his release, suguru’s still dripping from your chin. “you’re perfect like this,” he says, zooming in, “all fucked stupid.” suguru leans down, smearing his cum over your lips. “you’re ours, hear me? no one’s touching you but us.” because they’re obsessed, drunk on the sight of you dripping with them.

[spicymancer]

Based on an @vicwingly tweet.

[chrollohearttags]

𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 | 𝚎. 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛

studying has been taking up a lot of your time (and mental energy) as of late. Your boyfriend has just the plan to shut your brain off for the night.

black nurse!reader (fem descriptors), eren is a nursing student (a few years younger than reader also) fingering, neck kissing, choking, facefucking, rough-ish sex, squirting, missionary, slightly aggressive rennie 🫠, daddy is used once, nipple play, calls reader slut, spit play, fingers in mouth, creampie, multiple orgasms

word count: 5.3K

🎙️: some of y’all might remember this AU from Wattpad and I’m officially restarting it bc my muse for the others are shot right now. If you’re not familiar with it, I apologize in advance bc I promise it’s not this smutty and juicy in the slightest ☠️ I’m just in a mood. Also, this is my first fic in almost two months, please be nice or I’ll cry!

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“You know you play too fucking much, right?”

“Mmmm..nah, I don’t think I’ve played enough. Look at you. All tense and shit.”

if there was one word in the entire English language that you could use to describe your mood at the moment, it’d most certainly be irritable. To the highest degree..and granted, that could have been chocked up to the fact that you hadn’t eaten in hours, you’d been staring at textbooks and computer screens since four in the afternoon and your phone screen read nine thirty..and to really add the proverbial icing atop the cake, this annoying ass man would not leave you alone! Here it was only a week away from your BSN final; two from his N-CLEX exam and here he was bullshitting as per usual. It was how he approached most things in life, his mantra if you will. No need to stress, what’s meant to be will happen.

too bad, you couldn’t take on those sorts of ideologies when so much was at stake! Not when the results of these tests would determine your future as an RN and instructor, and his career as a nurse in general. You’d met Eren Jaeger almost three years ago when he was merely a patient at the office you worked for during your initial internship..earning clinical hours and experience in the field. He was most certainly the liveliest one you’d seen in Dr. Smith’s office and there was never an appointment where you didn’t leave in stitches because he’d made you laugh so hard. However, you pegged him as the rich kid, the son of a doctor with no ambition or common sense...always looking to make a joke out of everything.

so imagine your surprise when you were tasked with not only supervising an entire floor but the local nursing school recruits as well and the first person to come traipsing through those heavy double doors was him! And even more so, in six months time, he’d have you wooed and swept off your feet. That same charm and wit that had you cackling during his appointments were the same ones that made you nearly spit your drink out when you were on a date and eased serious tension among your staff after a rough night on the floor. Just being in his presence brought you immense comfort. However, at the moment…

“Look, Eren. I’m busy, find sum’ else to do, for real.”

you weren’t in the mood for any of it! This exam had been causing you immense stress and it seemed that no matter how hard you studied, retaining information was impossible. Nothing stuck and you were at your wits end..certainly not in the mood for childish antics.

”I’m trying but you don’t want to stop—“

“Maybe because everything isn’t a goddamn joke to me.”

Eren could see the frustration, hence why he had come up behind you, in a half assed attempt to make you scared and somehow wound up groping your chest in the process. Admittedly, he’d never seen you act like this..never even so much as raise your voice at him and here you were, lashing out. Part of him understood your feelings. He knew how important this was and although he wasn’t showing it, he was equally as nervous for his own test. But regardless, nothing was going to change tonight and especially by sitting here irate and snappy. The only thing he wanted to do was shut his brain off and wanted his beloved (y/n) to follow suit..and he was willing to make it happen by any means!

“Eren, what did I just say—“

one thing that he had learned since being together was that once your mind was resigned to something..there was no changing it. So rather than spend time arguing with you, he had another solution!

“..I heard you, I don’t give a fuck about all that right now…’just trying to help..”

“You’re trying to help me by fucking me? Righttt.”

“Yes, I think it’s a very helpful tool for relieving stress. Seen that somewhere in my text book or sum’..”

“Mmm, I think me and you were studying different materials..but sure, why not.”

seconds later, his hand was snaking around your upper body, clutching your throat with the other steadily pulling the chair back and his lips marking your neck with soft kisses. He was adamant in making sure that you got proper rest and a distraction. What better way to do so than to wear you down? Eventually, you’d find those large hands of his snaking around to the front, making home back on your plump breasts..soft, voluptuous and perky as they sat up in your tank top. He could see you visibly enjoying this little tease, indicative by the way your muscles relaxed. He’d continue to massage them until your legs almost instinctively parted.

That’s when, before you even had time to react, he’d spin you around to face him. His grasp still firm around your throat as he moved in for a kiss. Your tongues collided in a steamy clash; smacking against one another as you attempted to catch your breath. But he wasn’t leaving you much room to do so, less known, attest him right now.

“Exactly..now keep those legs spread and don’t move.”

the command was so absolute and matter of fact, it damn near caught you off guard! He’d never spoken to you in such a manner. It was always so playful, jovial and even a bit needy during times like this. But alas, you’d awoken this side of him and you were going to have a hell of a time ‘calming’ him down. Even so, you’d follow his order just this once and part those thick thighs until that plump center, sheathed by the smallest pair of shorts he’d ever seen. Your physique truly was something special…thick in all of the correct areas with stretch marks and a semi-pudgy tummy to match. Your belly ring dangled from the gentle force of him maneuvering you around.

“Eren..I—“

“Whatever you’re about to say, save it…you don’t always have to handle shit alone. I got you..just let me help, okay? I promise, you can trust me..”

he was aware of your past..how mean and cruel previous partners had been so he was very careful in how he approached you. He understood all too well that being overly aggressive would only prove to make you anxious or even shut down entirely. His intention was never to make you uncomfortable. Even so, he wanted to see you give yourself to him fully…trust that he would do right by you and not take advantage of the precious gift that was your love.

he would take great care of you to not only relax but feel pleasure like you’d never experienced it. Although you seemed a bit reluctant, you were ready for whatever he was going to toss your way! Assuring him that you were all his for the taking..

“Fineee…I trust you..”

without a moment of hesitation, he’d detach from your own mouth and move down your neck. Whilst those tits remained exposed, he’d prompt you to give each of those nipples a light squeeze in his place. Meanwhile, his own hands were busy gliding into your underwear, trying to locate that aching bud. That long, tattooed forearm gliding down the center of your torso as a result. It would also serve as a semblance of comfort when he inevitably brought you to ecstasy..

“Mmm..there we go, baby..fuck, you’re so wet already.”

“That’s because you were grabbing on my neck..”

“Oh you like that, huh? I’ll keep it in mind..”

you wouldn’t know it but when you first began dating Eren, he was completely inexperienced. Although he wore his confidence like a lapel pin, he was incredibly timid, shy and nervous when it came to intimacy. The first time you two actually had sex, he lasted all of three minutes before he forced himself to pull out and splatter you with a heavy load. Left a trembling mess, his entire face turned beet red as he just glared at you. He was certain you were going to leave him right then and there; flustered and apologetic, he’d try to make up an excuse as to why he couldn’t satisfy you to your full potential. However, you thought it was adorable! He’d worked up all of his courage to give you a night filled with pleasure and even though it didn’t pan out quite the way he imagined, he had made a complete turnaround since that night and had done good to broaden his sexual horizons. You grew together; learning one another’s ticks and desires, which he knew each of yours to a science. So much so, you practically melted within his grasp and wanted to see just how far he’d take it!

“Open your mouth f’r me, princess…” prompting you as he causally glided those fingers across your tongue. Your gorgeous brown eyes fixated on him in a lustful gaze..by this time, you’d come to completely face him with that tall, lanky frame hovering above. You were all but level with that rising tent within his sweats. Meanwhile, his opposite set of digits were good and preoccupied with your juicy cunt; tightening around the base of the knuckles and then releasing once he’d use the thumb to stroke your swollen clit. Such an awkward position to be in at the moment but it was well worth it for the amount of pleasure both of you were about to receive. Finally retracting the ones in your mouth, Eren would leave you with a trail of drool seeping down your lips and chest in the process. Looking fucked out and starved already without so much as even a single thrust yet..that was the type of desperation and submission he wanted to see from you..

“ ‘ren…lemme suck on that dick..”

although he was trying to maintain control, who was he to deny your very blunt request? After all, he knew if you were dripping now, this would inevitably have you overflowing. Just as the first hand did, he’d slowly withdraw from those tight folds and allow you to clean up the remnants before tugging at that elastic waistband. “oh shit..I knew you’d come around. Here, baby..”

suddenly, you’d feel that same grasp on the back of your head, tugging you forward so that he could align himself with the rim of those pretty lips. The softness brushing against the tip as he rubbed them around…teasing you. “There you go..kiss it—stick your tongue out..that’s it..” from there, (y/n) needed no further instruction. Without the guidance of your own hands, you’d take his entire tip into your mouth and begin to suckle. Suctioning in, enclosing the silkiness of those jaws around his cock. “Fuck..you don’t need me to tell you anything..just make me feel good, princess..like you always do—“

he was well aware of how deviant you truly could become when the need arised. From outside appearances, you always looked so poised and proper..never getting out of character and to some, you’d even come off as ‘boujie’. However, Eren got to see the multitude of your complex layers; dispelling the notion that you were dull or boring. Including this one..the very promiscuous side that would do whatever it took to get hers and make him climax too! When it came to the bedroom, you were adamant and steadfast in what you wanted and he had no issue fulfilling those requests. Eventually, you’d take another couple of inches before establishing a rhythm. It didn’t take long for the very audible sounds of slurping and gagging to emit as a result. You’d gaze up to see Eren’s head resting back on his shoulder blades; groans spilling out in a whiny huff as a result of it all. You could be rather relentless when it came to pleasuring him but he didn’t mind it one single bit, of course!

“Oh my—shit, baby. You take me so good..fucking your own face like that. I love it..”

those words only served as further encouragement and inevitably prompted you to cradle his balls in addition, knowing how sensitive they were. Giving them a light squeeze, you’d continue forcing his shaft between your jaws; the sloppy wet strings of drool pooling down your chest serving as a testament to how much you were enjoying yourself. Where limits should have existed, there were none and it wasn’t long before he’d find himself buried to the hilt of your throat with your forehead scraping his pelvis. With that salacious gaze fixated on him, Eren had to all but restrain himself from forcing a load down your esophagus. But to be fair, this was the outcome he desired so badly and kept pestering you for.

“F—fuck! You’re not playing fair, baby.. ‘gonna make me come if you don’t stop..”

that deep tone with breathy whimpers cried out as he struggled to maintain his composure. However, you weren’t interested in letting up when he so rudely disturbed your study session. He was going to pay for breaking your focus! In a quick slight of hand, you’d shift his member into your palm and his sack in between your lips. Making slow jerking motions until you’d lean back up and coat both with exorbitant amounts of saliva. Seeing how filthy and unabashed you had become for him was causing Eren to lose his mind. Sometimes, he felt as though he couldn’t keep up with you and this was one of those moments. Although this little sexual escapade was his idea, you’d seem to have taken full, unequivocal control of the situation.

“That’s exactly what I want…”

“Then gag yourself on this dick, baby..let that stress out.”

that look in your eyes screaming for him to give you every ounce of his creamy nut…wanting to swallow every drop. Eventually, you’d begin to writhe around against the desk chair, attempting to create friction and stimulation for your clit. Your nipples had once again become extremely hard and the slightest brush was driving you crazy. Eren had heard your response loud and clear, which led him to sandwiching your head between those same fingers that had once curled up inside of you. He’d prompt you to take his cock back into your mouth so that he could work out all of that cum of his own accord.

the pace mirrored that of heavy, rough strokes..ones you’d get to experience soon enough. Gag spit along with loud moans poured out as a result of his brutal pounding but you welcomed the sensation..even increasing it by reaching down and fingering yourself in his place. “..yeah, play with your pussy, baby..” It wasn’t even a full five minutes before you noticed his stride beginning to break and his toned legs trembling. The last couple movements were off kilter and choppy but soon, you’d have your reward in the form of his seed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, damn—‘coming—“

in that very moment, (y/n) would find yourself held in place by the tight grasp of his palms as he allowed that thick cock to pulsate in the back of your throat. The warm fluid filled your oral cavity until he could muster another drop. The entire time, his loud groaning was permeating the room as well. Once he was able to regain his senses, Eren would slowly withdraw and examine the aftermath. That towering six foot something frame would take a step back to truly take in the beautiful sight in front of him. You were drenched from the neck to your belly button in silky fluids…that wrung out tank top sat idly underneath your breasts and those shorts were halfway around your thighs at this point. To say he’d make an absolute wreck of you would be an understatement.

“Lemme look at you…”

proudly displaying his work of ‘art’, you’d cup those saliva laden tits and squeeze them together with your tongue dangling. By the look on your face, something told him that you were more than happy he’d interrupted you! “Yeah..that’s how you should look. Happy as fuck.” Shoving his thumb between your puckered lips, he’d then bend down to shove his tongue into your mouth for a sloppy peck.

but something also told him that you couldn’t be satisfied with merely sucking him off. You needed—no, you deserved more.

“Are we done? If so, imma be disappointed.”

“Of course not, baby..I got you.”

Regardless of how lightheaded that orgasm had made him, he leaned forward and took you into his grasp. Hoisting you up in one fell swoop to carry you to the bed that was a mere ten feet away. Once he had you flat against the mattress, he’d make haste in disrobing you of those clothes to render you completely naked. He’d follow suit and tug his sweats until they reached his ankles so he could kick them off. Once the two of you were left with only your bare flesh, Eren wasted no time in pinning both your wrists and ankles behind your head. But not before propping your head up with a pillow. A position that led to excitement riddling your face. From this angle, you could watch it go in and out together. With you exactly where he wanted, your boyfriend began the descent down your torso to that plump center. Those fat lips drenched in slick whilst that aching bud protruded between them. He knew you were already overly sensitive so he didn’t want to keep you waiting for much longer but the selfish glutton in him just had to have a taste of that divine nectar.

“Just be patient with me..’need to make sure you’re good and ready first..”

immediately, your eyes would roll to the back of your skull and a nervous giggle arose as well. Make no mistake, he allowed you to have your fun but it was his turn to take control now. Delving headfirst between your thighs, Eren began his quick descent onto that swollen pearl and lapped around it. You’d immediately grasp at the sheets, eyes trailing to the back of your skull as those feet dangled in the air. He’d keep you at bay with a hand clutched around your throat as he continued exploring those folds with his tongue. For a split second, his head would raise to make eye contact with you.

“Fuck..you really needed this, huh? You’re already starting to come..” alluding to the fact that your juices were spurting out as he scooped his tongue inside of your hole and rubbed that sensitive clit. It seemed his skills grew better and better each time you two had sex. He was far more attune to your needs and desires, even more aware of them than you were sometimes.

“Y-yeah!..how’d you learn to do that?” “What can I say? I got a hell of a teacher...” tossing you a wink and a smirk because you truly did turn him out when it came to the bedroom. He’d continue lapping and tracing his tongue intricately throughout your folds until he received the beautiful payout of you squirting all over his face. Try as you might to harbor restraint, it was to no avail and of no use…that tight entrance would spasm before more would spill forth. Just to increase that pleasure, Eren added a finger in hopes of coaxing more out.

“Give me that cum, baby..that’s it. Make a fucking mess for me..” and you certainly didn’t disappoint. The shower of sweet juices continued for another minute or so before you’d lie there, spent and breathless from such an amazing orgasm. Once he’d gotten his fill, your boyfriend would return to the surface for air and to get a good look at your current state. “You taste so good..love making you squirt in my fucking face..” Breaking into a sadistic chuckle, he’d readjust so that his palms were stationed firmly on the backs of your thighs and that he was centered right between them..in that moment, he’d slide his throbbing member across the sensitive core and tease it for a moment. But you couldn’t handle that at the moment.

“Eren, please don’t play..I need you so fucking bad right now..”

nearly in tears from the pending overstimulation and the overwhelming need to be stuffed full of his cock. Your walls would ache and spasm in anticipation; so much so, he’d watch you reach for his hips to guide him in. But naturally, nothing with this man came completely easy…he had to mess with you a bit for all of the resistance earlier. Just as you went to grab him, he’d pin those wrists back in one fell swoop with one hand and use the other to press into your stomach.

“I know you do…that’s why you’re gonna beg me for it.” Immediately being met with a look of shock and a bit of infuriation. Even so, you’d remain there, lying in wait until he got what he wanted.

“I mean, you were being all fussy earlier..I’m not convinced you really deserve it..c'mon, princess…change my mind.” he was so assured of himself and honestly, you were in no position to attest. The desire grew stronger with every passing moment and if he didn’t deliver soon, you were bound to implode. “Fuuuck, Eren! Please—“ “That’s better but not quite..tell me how badly you need me to fuck you.” Besides, when he hovered above you like this, looking so fucking attractive and domineering, you felt no other choice but to submit. So setting your pride aside, (y/n) began to grovel..whimpering and bucking your hips to meet the friction of his shaft rubbing against your wet folds. You’d tell him how good he made you feel and that your body was his for the taking, unequivocally. Finally, that submission and trust he had craved..best believe, he was going to take care not to break it. After your speech, he’d seem content and proceeded to tap the head of that appendage against you before gripping the base and making one full glide across the outside and shoving it inside. Sucking his teeth and moaning as he made place between that flesh.

“Oh fuck…that’s it, gorgeous. Right there..”

you’d release a whimper of your own as you became acclimated to that thick shape. You’d clench around him once before releasing and he knew he couldn’t sit idle for long. With haste, he’d begin slamming his hips forward, quickly trying to establish some semblance of a rhythm so that he didn’t blow his load too quickly. Upon being immersed in that juicy cunt, he’d find his knees buckling from the sensation.

“..pussy’s so fucking tight..and warm..oh God, I love you so much..” his whiny yet deep moans complimented by the sounds of smacking flesh. With your hands now planted firmly on your asscheeks, per his instructions, you’d keep it spread open so that he had ample room to give you both the satisfaction you both desired. Suddenly, his strokes would increase in speed and depth; really stretching you out. Jolting that body around as those perky tits bounced from the force. “Fuck!… babyyyy…” “I know, baby. I know..you just look so pretty when I’m digging you out. I can’t help but fuck you this hard.” Cooing to you as he bent down to plant soft kisses along your forehead. You’d cry out, maneuvering your hands to his back, digging your nails into it..you’d never felt pleasure like this with anyone else. The way he made love to you was incomparable. Even when you fought against it, he knew your body’s needs and wanted more than anything to satisfy them.

“That’s right, princess..let me fuck that stress out of you..let that mind go blank. Just focus on taking this dick.” Whispering in your ear as you held him close.

eventually, your legs would coil around his waist and your eyes would trail to the back of your skull in a haze of sheer ecstasy. You didn’t know what to do with yourself..all except fall apart underneath him. Your body was a bundle of tight nerves, bound together by the building ecstasy and you were bound to explode any minute. Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t done teasing quite yet..instead, he had one more move he just had to try in hopes of sending you over the edge.

“Eyes on me, baby..yeah, I need to see that pretty face right now.”

garnering a smile as he leaned back up and maneuvered his arms to fall into the center of your torso. Suddenly, you’d feel a slight pinch of your nipples before he began to rub them slowly. Tracing tiny circles as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. It was very apparent you couldn’t handle it by the way that cunt twitched around his shaft..you were bound to explode at any moment. Mouthing off about how good it feels as he made alternating motions on those sensitive buds; rolling them between his fingertips, squeezing and even leaning down to suckle them for a brief moment. The sensation lasted for a few minutes before he’d return his attention back to ensuring you got your well deserved orgasm. This time, with a bit more aggression because he recalled how excited you’d gotten when he grasped your throat.

“Oh my God…fuck! ‘m gonna come—“

“Then do it..come f’r me, slut..give me what I want.”

the name sending you into an absolute spiral as he never spoke that way on a regular basis and would never think to disrespect you. But this was exactly what you craved. To be used and made devoid of all feelings except pleasure. Suddenly, you’d feel his fingertips squeezing your jaws as he increased his speed yet again..this time, feeding you the deepest, longest strokes he could muster. The two of you would spout off filthy, steamy remarks at one another through gritted teeth, intense glares and breathy moans as you reached down to aid him by stroking your aching bud.

“ ‘m so fucking close, baby. I don’t think I can hold it..”

“Fuck yes you are..that pussy’s gripping me so tight right now..goddamn.”

Eventually, those thrusts became rather sporadic and Eren was rapidly losing both his composure and stamina. The both of you were so near your peaks that it was only a matter of time before you exploded. You’d try to outlast him but as he maintained that clutch on your jaw, he’d lean down to spit into your mouth, letting that trail drip down onto your tongue as you stuck it out. He knew what was coming and he couldn’t be vexed to continue anticipating it so your boyfriend decided to assist with a little extra lubrication.

“Get yourself off..I’m not fucking waiting..” Without hesitation, (y/n) scooped that saliva out your mouth and onto your fingertips to massage that clit once more. You were rubbing so fast, your head began to grow fuzzy and soon, nothing but an image of static and blackness would fill your vision as you released all over him; voiding yourself of all those warm, sweet sticky juices as they sprayed his abdomen. Right above the incisions from some prior operations..he wore it as a badge of honor quite frankly. That a woman who once took care of him, was now having all of her wants and needs fulfilled. His cock sat idly inside of you until that stream became too powerful and all but pushed him out. That’s when he’d simply grasp the base of his throbbing member and tap against your slit.

“Shit! Oh my gosh..”

“Ahhh..fuck. That’s it..I knew if I got in it deep enough, you’d squirt for me again, baby. That’s my girl..”

“Fuuuck, it feels so good!”

You’d continue spraying until you convulsed uncontrollably. He was still in awe of the mess you’d made but there was still the task of releasing his own. Although he loved the sight of you in such a vulnerable state, he couldn’t let up. Grasping your hips once more, he’d tug you down onto it and continue drilling you with his cock. This time, to relieve himself.

“Hold still, I’m not yet…need to..come inside of you..”

clutching the backs of your thighs, Eren relentlessly shoved that thick cock back inside of you, pumping sporadically until he felt his own legs begin to quiver. It wouldn’t be long before his stride broke so he’d bend down to grant you one last kiss and sweet nothing. Cradling the side of your head into his palms in an intimate manner. With baited, sporadic breath and whiny cries, he’d pour his soul out to you. Becoming almost obiedient and subservient himself.

“I love you! fuck…I love you so much...”

“I love you too..”

“Am I making you feel good? Did I do a good job? Can I come inside of you..please, baby. Can I?”

and without hesitation, you’d nod your head profusely and grant him his wish. But not without sending him spiraling with your last statement.

“Yes, please! Come in this pussy, daddy..I need it.” And from that moment on, Eren fell to pieces. Collapsing his entire body weight onto your own as your legs coiled around his waist, ensuring he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted. His final thrust came in a sharp, forceful thud before he’d begin to pulsate and eventually, release every last drop of remaining semen he had to offer. Emptying his balls inside of you shamelessly. Already spent from his earlier orgasm, he’d let out an ear curdling grunt, allowing you to claw into his back because he knew he’d lost all semblance of control and had probably been a bit rough. However, none of that mattered..you both were utterly satisfied and it was apparent by the puddle of tears streaming down each of your faces. Never had either of you experienced lovemaking so powerful that it reduced you to literal tears.

eventually, he’d finish pumping the remnants into you and soon, find the strength to pull out. Once he was able to gather his own bearings, he’d turn his attention to you.

“Are you okay, princess? I'm gonna go grab you some water and a towel real quick—“

even insisting he’d help you to the bathroom afterwards to avoid an infection and get cleaned up properly. However, he was shocked to find that his words were falling completely on deaf ears! That’s when he’d turn around to see you sound asleep..completely knocked from the events that just transpired. All he could do was laugh to himself not only out of pure pride but the fact that you truly needed this reset. Although he admired and looked up to your hard work ethic, even the most brilliant of brains needed rest. Those test materials, patients and everything else would be there when you awoke..but for now, you could focus on yourself!

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[sugurouge]

── all the things you do to me. sylus x f!reader

"your tender loving care is going to last the whole night, huh?"

. ˳༚༅༚ explicit content, smut, mdni: body worship, praise, blowjob, spit, deep throating, marking (lipstick stains, scratches, hickeys), pet names (my love, my perfect/good girl | @ sylus: my birthday boy, baby), size difference

♱ word count: 2.1k

♱ synopsis: sylus receives more than just birthday wishes on his special day. tonight, the one he trusts most disarms him beneath her worshipful touch. from a symphony made of praise, vulnerability, and desire he learns what it means to be truly cherished

The penthouse was quiet, save for the soft sounds behind the closed doors of Sylus’s master bedroom. What happens behind those close doors was a secret shared tonight.

The city’s glow shining through the giant floor-to-ceiling windows casts Sylus's broad figure in gentle light as the crimson moon hangs low to witness the lust and sin exchanged through filthy kisses and longing touches. 

Two bodies move in perfect tandem—slow, deliberate. It started with lips tasting of wine and cake which kissed you like you were the very air Sylus needs to live. Strong hands lead a gentle roam beneath your clothes, savouring every inch of skin he discovered until bare chests pressed against another.

By now, your worship borders torture. Your mouth alone is enough to unravel Sylus: the warm drag of your tongue between his digits pure eroticism to lust-laden eyes while adoring fingertips skate over the dips and valleys of muscle like a stroke of a brush, nails dragging lightly down his chest causing shivers to prickle over tanned skin.

The ever-composed man of calm control turns all flushed cheeks, shaky breaths and trembling fingers, undone by the simple intimacy of being wanted.

"You’re so strong," you whisper in a voice that drips with sinful promise before branding his collarbone in open-mouthed kisses and deep red lipstick, "so beautiful."

Sylus watches you with dilated pupils and bated breath, bravely fighting for a semblance of dignity though already long lost to the claws of his huntress.

A heavenly mess created by the mercy of your lust, you continue to work on the masterpiece: Lipstick stains leave a trail down his chest before your tongue flicks over one nipple as your nails press into the firm sides of Sylus’s waist, grounding him, locking him in place. 

His own fingers move to play a silent tune over the soft skin on your arm before curling around your shoulder. But not to guide you—only to feel, to tether himself to this very moment.

"You make me feel–," the confession is paused by an uncommon moment of insecurity. Though as quickly as it came, it’s chased away by a reassuring kiss above his hip bone, leaving the skin there tingly and tinged in purple hues. A groan more sinful than previous ones escapes Sylus's lips before he murmurs, "as if I were the most desirable being on this planet."

And he is. To you, Sylus is the most precious thing in the whole wide universe. Hence, why you wanted to take your time, wanted to cherish, explore, and praise him until your love weaved itself into the very fabric of his being. However, the reactions he rewards you with in response to your touch and your voice, they left you aching for more, for everything. 

You slide off the bed until you kneel on the carpeted floor, perfectly seated between his spread thighs with the man of the day looming right above you, powerful in theory, yet softened by the adoration behind each touch and loving gaze directed at him. 

It’s still his birthday—your first together—and tonight, you want to spoil him, completely. Want to show him what it means to be worshipped in every sense of the word.

His chest rises and falls with anticipation, every breath drags through his throat like he’s never known a touch this tender, this loving.

The thick weight of his cock encased by your smaller hand might already be enough to drive him crazy tonight. Sometimes he forgets how fragile you can be, how much smaller your hands are until he holds them... or you hold his length.

Sylus will never tire of the sight of your fingertips failing to circle him full. He’s so big, so hard, yet twitching helplessly under your gentle strokes—utterly undone by your devotion. A tremble runs through his frame as you spread the beads of precum dribbling slowly down the head. He watches you with those ruby eyes, wide and wondrous, like you’re some divine being he can’t believe is kneeling before him, just for him. 

"You're so pretty, baby," you murmur into the thin skin along the side of his cock, lips dragging in a slow, savouring kiss.

A groan leaves his chest—deep and almost pained—and his fingers, ever so gentle, brush your cheekbone, trace your jawline, before his thumb skims over your brow as though memorising every curve of you. 

His cock pulses in reply, in recognition of your praise as you swipe your thumb over the sensitive slit, spreading the sheen across the flushed head before leaning in to kiss the very tip of him.

The first touch of your tongue has Sylus exhaling sharply. But he can't fall apart this easily, not yet. At least that is what he tells himself until you continue your whispered praise.

"You really are beautiful like this," while the tip of your nose grazes along the thick vein running along the entire length of his cock. Of course, the wet pursuit of your tongue follows before you reach the goal and with a teasing flick, your mouth soon wraps around the thick tip.

Tonight leaves no room for you to hesitate, not with the flushed mess the Onychinus leader has turned into for you.

Through heavy lids, you stare into the depths of Sylus’s very being as your tongue swirls slowly, purposefully. 

Adorable.

He is adorable with his reactions. How his abs tighten too quickly, and a quiet curse falls from lips used to well-spoken words and poems. 

Sylus feels like a virgin all over again. Your eyes, your hands, your mouth, they disarm him in his entirety causing his hips to twitch upward. His jaw clenches tightly in regret while the colour to his features reaches up to the tips of his ears—a pretty shade of deep pink not even the crimson moon seems willing to cover. 

What a gorgeous, flustered mess. Indeed, Sylus receives praise like he’s never known it before—like he doesn't think he deserves it, and yet craves it all the same.

"You enjoy playing with the weak, donn't you?" he breathes with a voice roughened by restraint. He's so receptive tonight, soaking up every word you offer like oxygen. You swirl your tongue around the swollen head, coating it generously with your saliva. But instead of urging you to invite him in deeper, Sylus only receives what you offer with a sigh so pretty, it makes you ache between your thighs.

Your nails scrape gently along the firm muscles of his thighs, leaving marks in your wake, grounding him in the reality of your touch, making sure he fully witnesses how you slowly pull back.

Your lips drag along his length, tongue teasing the underside as you move until a wet pop finalises his welcomed stay inside your mouth. 

The cold air hits him first, before your messy lips press yet another heated kiss against the head.

Ever the innocent actress, you blink up to witness your most beloved expression on Sylus’s features: his brows are softly creased, lips pressed tightly shut as he tries to contain a mess of pleading words for you to keep going. Though the desire pools silently in crimson hues, the yearning, the need.

"Do you feel good, baby?" Is nothing but a whisper, a gentle rasp, as you tease the thin skin of Sylus's inner thigh before fondling his balls. 

A smirk tugs on the corners of his mouth in acceptance of tonight's defeat. May he rest easy in the palm of your hand, wholly at your mercy.

"You make me feel really good, my love," he praises alongside a cradling brush of his palm over your head. His words are soft, so soft, almost too kind. Just like his touch and patience.

"Could you make me feel even better?"

After all, Sylus is as much a glutton as you are. A match made in the abyss, true kindred spirits.

His hand moves again, cupping your jaw, then sliding up to run his thumb across your cheekbone. He traces the curve of your ear, the line of your neck, thumb lingering on your lips as you open for him. The gentleness in his touch breaks your heart a little. He is always so guarded, so unreadable—but not now. Not with you. Not here, on his birthday, with nothing between you but devotion.

You hum, before your lips curl in a smile meant to ease, though it only excites. "Anything for my birthday boy."

With renewed hunger, you leave a trail of kisses down his shaft, slow and unhurried, tracing every ridge, every pulse. You lick along the underside, tongue flat and soft, then circle the head once, twice, to encourage louder gasps and groans from Sylus.

Spit drips past your lips, thick and slow, while a pair of greedy eyes watches it slide over his cock. A generous pump of your hand spreads the wetness to coat him generously. 

No matter how hard Sylus may try, the shudder running through his built is evident–you feel it, see it.

With your mouth slackened, you take him in again, deeper this time. His length slides along your tongue, hits the back of your throat, and you choke once, causing more spit to pool around your lips. 

Sylus's breath stutters, hips jerking momentarily though he fights it, lets you keep control. "You're perfect," he rasps, nearly delirious with pleasure, the praise slipping out as naturally as breath. "My girl," the words akin to something soft and sacred.

His voice breaks once the thick head presses past the back of your throat unexpectedly. The groan that escapes him is pure, needy gratitude, accompanied by the deeper dig of strong fingers into your shoulder. Sylus needs to hold onto you, needs to feel you, to anchor himself as you take him in, inch by inch, and allow your wet heat to welcome him until your nose brushes his groin.

The tightening of your throat follows in natural response upon the thick intrusion as your nails press into the muscle of his thighs for support, leaving crescent marks behind.

Sylus watches you take him in again,transfixed, bewitched, he cannot look away. "That's it… that’s my girl," he murmurs, voice catching on a groan as your throat tightens. "Just. Like. That." Silver brows draw together, his breath growing heavy as he lays open for your devotion. 

Building a rhythm, your cheeks hollow with each bop of your head, and your tongue presses against his length with every stroke. The tension in Sylus’s body builds and builds until each breath seems to burn his throat from the unfamiliar and unrestrained noises he makes.

Pushing and pulling, you take him deeper still until every muscle in his body flexes and strains as you honour him with mouth and tongue.

He’s shaking—this massive, dangerous man, trembling because you love him just right.

His fingers graze your jawline, then they stroke your neck in slow, grounding motions to ease the strain he puts you through. But you feel so good, allow him to be selfish for one night. 

Sylus tries to draw it out, but the way your throat flutters around him, the pressure on his balls, the image of your swollen lips and teary eyes—it's too much.

Every noise he makes is a reward—groans and breathy moans, half-whispers of "gorgeous" and "my good girl" tangled with sharp intakes of breath as you fondle him, coaxing even more pleasure from him.

Restraint only goes so far.

"Vixen," Sylus groans—a breathless, shattered sound, more awe than anything else. Then, his head falls back in surrender, exposing his neck, flushed and slick with sweat, when he finally gives in.

The familiar red and black mist swirls around you like smoke, playful in its pull. It presses you down, holding you steady as Sylus bucks his hips and spills into your mouth with a desperate sound.

Sweet praises spill between moans. A messy mix of "so beautiful," and “thank you," breathed out from his heaving chest and trembling voice thanks to the sheer intensity of his climax.

The taste of him floods your senses—warm, slightly sweet, wholly Sylus as you swallow him down without hesitation. Your eyes are watery and your cheeks smeared with mascara, though your body hums in pride at his surrender.

Then, gently—always gently—does the mist move to swirl around your waist to ease you back onto his lap. Strong arms move to wrap around you, to hold you tightly against his chest like he might fall apart without you there to catch him.

Eager and messy, your lips find another only a heartbeat later, and he kisses you like a man starving. Like he can’t get enough of you.

He tastes himself on your tongue, savouring the echo of what just happened.

"I love you." A confession between kisses, between the tug of his teeth and the drag of his tongue.

"I love you too, Sylus."

You sigh, nearly whine thanks to the mist coiling tighter, rocking your hips slowly against his own, a teasing nudge to give him further rewards on his special day

Happy birthday, Sylus!

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Threesome with male reader being spitroasted

Just some Halloween spit roasting thoughts with ghost and König~! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

WC:. 1.1k

This is just a short little rant and I couldn’t think of any better characters than these giants! @lazyenthusiastbear-blog <33

Thinking bout a small Halloween party at the base, just a few task force members nothing big but soon you find yourself sitting between The ghost and König whilst wearing some slutty vampire costume oh grabbed last minute from the nearest Halloween store, your chest practically exposed with you having in a pair of cheap fangs looking back between the two men seeing them both rock hard in their cargo pants letting you know just what they wanted.

You don’t even have time to get those plastic fangs out of your mouth before you have ghost in front of you jumping his crotch to your jaw while König works you from the back by slipping down your costume pants leaving your ass exposed to the both of them, König just anxiously grabbing your ass cheeks and pinching them extra tight before giving little smacks, not using hardly any force out of fear of not wanting to hurt you.

Ghost just pulling out his cock slapping you against your cheek almost egging you on while muttering words like “come on take what I give you [name]” while pushing his fat tip to your lip and making you make out with it before he pushes it inside your mouth, ghost will have you in the men’s dorms making you beg to suck him off while König rubs you soothingly from behind before prepping you up enough to get himself buried inside your rim, König being the gentle giant he is whispers out in a whiny tone “can I please enter you?~”

König fucking you like a bear laying on your back squishing you to the crappy bunk beneath making you gag and choke on Simon the whole time, swallowing down the salty pre come that Simon gave you while your stomach bulges and bloats from the little bulge König gives you making you feel like you’re being torn apart and impaled, rolling your eyes back with your fangs grazing ghosts cock. Making a slick mess of your face ruining your makeup and getting fake blood from your lips all over Simon’s cock but he couldn’t care less.

König holding your hips pulling you backwards instead of thrusting into you he lazily pulls you back and forth onto his cock with the occasional rock of his hips moaning on and on to ghost “es geht ihm so gut” in his native tongue, spitting words incoherently all drunk off the way your rim puckers around him and milks out load after load leaving come oozing down your thighs onto the army green sheets trying to shut you up so none of the other task force members walk in, specially not price.

Ghost holding your chin up looking down through his skull mask watching the copious amounts of spit coming from your ruined mouth, watching how you scrunch your nose up nice and tight when his seed shoots across your face sticking to your lashes while you hold your mouth open getting a generous amount on your tongue and fangs, not even bothering complaining about the lieutenant ruining your makeup, how could you when you’re too focused on König railing and plowing you from behind while one large hand holds your balls and palms them the whole time rearranging your guts.

König swapping places with ghost having you on your back with your throat bulging from the outline of the German man’s cock, your cheeks full like a chipmunk while ghost pulverizes your already gaping hole, König being gentle with your face barely rocking his hips back and forth while ghost lets out silent grunts like a animal in heat. Both their masks still on using you like their own boy-toy while ghost looks down whispering hazy degrading comments “one cock ain’t enough for you is it? What a Greedy little fucking boy we have here don’t we König”

ghost holding your hips half off the bunk angle ohh your hips upwards while he fucks you making sure every spot inside your ass gets assaulted by his cock, making you listen to how you squelch from the other man’s come, making sure you feel every little groove and ridge in his dick when he pulls out slowly and slams back inside you holding you on your back with your knees to your chest in a mating press nearly in salty tears when König finishes in your mouth making you gulp down the hot liquid while looking upwards at König, watching his eyes while he groans and ruffles your hair saying “that’s it, my Babyjunge is doing so good”

Their stamina seemingly endless when they rotate over and over at one point having both cocks nudging your mouth and tearing the corners of your mouth to fit their tips while you lay in your back dazed out weakly using one hand on each of their cocks jerking at their bases til Ghost comes first shooting all over your muscular chest getting on the V neck snapped opening of your vampire costume while König contributes to the sticky mess on your face only coating and caking the cum up more Turing you into a come dump for them.

By the end of the night you end up on your back with the whole bunk bed frame creaking about to crack and bend under the weight of the muscular men, your hole stuffed and gaping wide being double penetrated with your fangs covered in semen and spit laying on the bed next to you with König holding one thigh to the bed and Simon holding the other leaving your cock untouched while they fuck you. Using König’s past loads as lube for ghost to slide inside you and keep going making you a blubbering mess unable to form coherent sentences, just the occasional “m-ore~”

your whole body on fire and spasming and trembling coated in more loads than you’ve released, your cock soft and red like a fire hydrant with your balls having no more come to give, every orgasm pulled from you by now I’d dry and painful leaving you a shaking mess gripping the handles of the bed post, once finished with you they have you sandwiched between the two of them during the night after sneaking your wrecked body back into Simon’s private quarters, oh the wreck you’ll be in the next morning will be a site for them to enjoy.

When you do finally wake up you feel a burn between your cheeks and a sore throat, your mouth hurting from being torn leaving your lips cracked and your thighs dried stuck together from all the crusted come, and on top of all that you feel König’s cock hard again pressing to your thigh with ghost having morning wood behind you leaving you already knowing they were going again with you before you even made it to training.

[sugarwarachan]

18+, mdni, sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader, control + slight spit kink

he doesn’t like to be mussed. you knew this about sakusa before you started dating him, but still, you’re shocked at how controlled sex with him turns out to be.

you’re also a little bit shocked at how much you like it.

he’s desperate for you in a way that isn’t obvious. it’s hidden in his expression, eyes possessive and dark as he grips your jaw and holds your gaze. it’s there when he drinks in your whines and pleas against his neck, the pitiful little omi please making him harder than he’s ever been.

when gloved fingers pad at that soft spongy spot in your cunt, your eyes cross. the rough texture always undoes you, but sakusa brings your attention back to him. “look at me, angel. let me see how much you love this.”

sakusa doesn’t want you controlled, though.

he wants you destroyed, sloppy and messy and wet, your cunt so swollen and puffy all he needs to do is breathe on it and you'll collapse in his arms.

just before you cum, he tilts up your chin and caresses his thumb over your bottom lip. “open your mouth." the command makes you shiver; his eyes gleam in triumph the second you obey. "no one else roughs up my girl but me, right?"

you nod and stick out your tongue.

the hand on your throat squeezes.

"perfect little slut," he says before spitting a glob of saliva right into your awaiting mouth. "begs for every little fuckin' thing."

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[screampied]

need gojo shoving my mouth down on his cock till my eyes roll back n im struggling for air only for him to quickly pull me off n call me pathetic for not being able to take it for any longer

☆ : gojo x fem! reader

⤷ tags: oral, spit, praise, hair pulling, dirty talk, big dick gojo </3

an. me tooooooo.

“…f-fuck, take it all the way down,” he’d grumble, a hand gently yet roughly gripped on the top of your head. his touch was quite gentle. your jaw was open as he sunk himself right into your tight throat.

his warmth, it was purely appetizing—you swirled your tongue gingerly against his fat tip, tasting the sweetened pre-cum that coated there. “good girl, no teeth. jus’ just like that.”

as your knees dug into the thick wools of the carpet, you felt your own saliva trickle out of your mouth, past your chin and into your chest.

“god, mouth of yours is always so m-messy,” he hisses, taking a second to bite his lip. “how’s it taste, baby? the meal okay?”

you eagerly nod slowly, his dick prods way back against your throat and you let off a gag. “aw, there’s that weak gag reflex of yours. so cute.”

gojo’s boxers were still on, just barely, pulled down just for you—you teasingly claw near the hem as you’re taking him into your mouth.

he watches you, breath hitching every few seconds and he’s just in awe. you’re so dirty, before he grabs your head, gradually shoving your head down and he hears you let off a satisfied, “mhmm.”

“you always know how to fuckin’ take it,” he murmurs, and you grab onto his flexed thighs once he starts to smoothly thrusts his hips into your mouth—you have the lewdest expression plastered on your face, the way your eyes rolled back, just drool escaping past your lips. gojo was all the way in, fully in, and you moaned, breathing through your nose.

by this point, you could barely breathe so he pulled you off, watching the strings of spit depart from your lips.

“pft. ‘s that all you can handle?” and you could hear the rasp in his tone, the kind of rasp that had you pulsing between your pathetic legs. “do you think ya deserve more?”

“y-yes,” you whined, licking your lips, already a mess since he pulled his cock out of your mouth. you wanted more, despite your gagging and utter mishap to take him longer than you thought. he was just so thick, a few inches down your throat felt like he was fully in, stuffing your mouth with such girth — the inches, it was something you couldn’t ever get enough of. “i can go longer, promise, ‘toru.”

“if you say so,” gojo snickers, and you’re already sticking your tongue out like a dumb cock-drunk girl. he purses his lips together, swiping his swollen tip all against your tongue—giving it a few smacks just to drag out a whimper from you. “now open wide, princess.”

you do, desperately anticipating his taste. he grunts, feeling you softly lick against his frenulum. the most sensitive spot he’s at, causing gojo to grip onto your hair again, giving it a slight yank.

“f-fuck, ‘s that’s it. hold it in, relax that throat for me ‘n keep me warm, yeah..”

gojo shudders at the feeling of your plump lips ghosting against his tip, and he’s buried all the way down your throat — thick cock having you an entire mess, just filthy. the very tips of your fingernails claw down his thighs as he’s pushing your head down every few seconds.

“good girl. pathetic, but good..” he tries to crack a joke at ridiculing you but ends up moaning from how good you’re taking him. “shit…”

with his thick shaft being hidden down your throat, you feel the sudden throb of a vein that’s running down him. gojo lets off a low sexy grunt at feeling your tongue tickle against it.

“stop f-fuckin’ trying to tease me, whore,” he mumbles, stammering over his words completely. once he moves your head down further, you gag and he groans, pulling back out just to watch your spit-coated lips tremor for more.

“god, you’re so nasty,” he pants, before smiling. “that’s okay though. as long as you’re nasty just for me.”

gojo tenderly brushes a thumb against your bottom lip while staring deep into your eyes. he gawks at how you whine, opening your mouth again—a sign that you wanted more of his taste and he clicks his tongue. “greedy girl, can’t get enough can you?”

“no,” you immediately spoke, leaning in to give his mushroom-tip a soft kiss. “i need more.”

“you don’t need anything,” he utters, bringing his eyebrows together. the sudden bass in gojo’s tone, the authority, you felt your pussy twitch. he’s still got a firm grip in your hair before he says. “you want. big difference, pretty girl.”

your lip quavers, growing impatient at his stalling before you correct yourself. “o-okay, i want more. please—please.”

“fine,” he rolls his eyes, with such sass he pulls your bottom lip down briefly with his thumb before uttering. “open up again. nice ‘n wide then.”

[six-demon-bag]

I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE (1978) dir. Meir Zarchi

[cherryaire]

A beer crime but she looks cute doing it!

[sageispunk]

writing a spit scene is so...

[vellichorom]

you sick little animal, even death itself pities you.

[gojosconsort]

“you’re really goin’ for it, huh?” FRATBOY!SATORU rasps over the loud, wet squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock down. you can’t even talk—just whimper these pitiful little “uh, uh, uh” sounds every time you slam onto his dick, while he just lounged back on the shitty couch of the frat house, smirking like a dick.

his thick, veiny cocks splits you wide, hits balls-deep, and he eats it up, loves how your thighs shake and pussy drips. “aw, fuck, look at you,” he purrs. “already dumb as hell on my cock. poor baby can’t even spit out a word.”

“s-satoru…” you try, but it’s a whiny mess, lost in the loud clap of your ass against his thighs. he cackles, head tips back, white hair’s shoved back under a backwards cap, messy and sticking out at the edges, giving him that fratboy douchebag look that’s somehow still hot as hell. “that’s it? my name and some drool? fuckin’ sad.”

he thrusts up, hard and mean, rams his cock so deep you shriek, pussy clamps tight, juices squirt down his shaft. “fuck... pussy’s so wet i should feel bad for you but shit’s hot—look at that cute little face." his grabs your chin rough, tilts your face as spit rolls down from your slack mouth and he smears the drool over your lips with his thumb, grins wider at the sight.

you want to say something, anything, but your head’s empty, legs wobble as you ride him and he watches, like he feels sorry your brain’s mush on his dick already. another thrust, grinding your sloppy cunt harder onto him, and you whine, loud, needy, pathetic and satoru grins. “there it is. that’s my girl.”