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gonna have to pry me off him btw.
#đŠč leo's incoherence#hiragi toma#toma hiragi#wind breaker (satoru nii)#the APOLOGY#them MAKING UP MY GOOOOOD.#head clutched in hands sobbing#rolling around on the floor#in a puddle of my own tears#only stopping to stare at hiragi's tits.#wanna grab him by the chain for a smooch my GOD.#jaws of life couldnt get me off that#needthat
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My brain is whirring! Based on something I used to do as a child
Dream is a big fan of Karl's nails, so sometimes he will just lay his head in Karlâs lap or he'll lay across his lap with his head in Sapnapâs, because they both play with things in their laps and he loves it. If he's in Karlâs lap only he lays there, fidgeting with his pant leg as he plays with his hair and lightly scratches his neck, ears, and face. If he's laying on both, Sapnap will scratch his head and trace his palms and arms while Karl with trace and spider along his back, sides and ribs, sometimes his tummy depending on how he's laying and he gets playful told off by Sapnap if he gets his armpits, claiming they're in his territory. Both will start it, pretending they don't know what they're doing but eventually Dream had their full attention
fgzgzhss i want this đ
but YES this is the exact kinds of soft fluffy stuff that iâve been thinking off đ just dream getting so much affection and catching up on all of the time he hadnât been able to spend time with his friends. he just canât get enough of back and head traces ciz it just makes him feel so loved and apart of his friend group. liek in the moment. it just makes him so content
and then it starts to tickle enough for him to giggle and he just keeps laying thereeeee đ coz iâm just obsessed with the hc that dream loves laughing :(( like heâd just not even fight it heâd just giggle away,, smiling so bright and blushing at any coos and teases that get thrown his way.
i feel like if he got embarrassed enough heâd start trying to bury his face into karlâs lap,, but heâd always leave his smile poking out so that they can see how happy his is. i also love imaging his lil feet tapping to try and keep himself still while 20 fingers spider all over him. and i adore the idea of karl and sap defending the territory that theyâre tickling :(((( iâm going to cry
i miss him and k need him to be so happy and get so much hugs and affection from his friends
#strawberry caramel pancake bambi man i miss him so much i need to cut him up and dip him in maple syrup and watch him glisten on asummersday#heâs like a gusty wind on a autumn day where a leaf falls and does so many twirls and then lands neatly on top of a puddle#heâs like bambi in the scene that heâs born#heâs so soft and fluffy and i need his face tk be cradled and his smile to be wide and eyes to be closed and cheeks to be red and#giggles to be flowing#i need his hands buried so tightly into his sweater and neck scrunching as tickly fingers graze over his jaw#i need his nose booped#i need him in reindeer ears#i need his nose kissed and his tummy is poked while heâs distracted#llamas concepts#llama asks#sleepy anon#llama needs help#so so soft for dream#lee!dream#ler!karl#ler!sapnap
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WILD WILD WILD
Synopsis. No time like the first time, and his first time with you is enough to drive a man wild wild wild.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, first time fĂșcking you, PĂSSYDRUNK BOYS, BRĂEDING, pĂșssy-slĂĄpping, creampĂes, true form!Sukuna, dp, GOJOâS POWERS, mentions of having kĂds, spĂtting, praise, cĂșmplay, vĂrginĂty loss (Choso), proposals, slight chokĂng, slightly mean Geto, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Hoping you all have a lovely lovely week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Oh baby, baby.
Youâve made it about five absolutely shattered condoms before Toji simply growls and flips you over with such a branding slap! to your cunt - as if it was your fault he hasnât gotten to ravage his pretty girl already.
Running his tongue over that sinful scar on his upper lip, heâs spreading your puffy pussy lips open with a slow swipe of his thick thumb. Mouth just salivating at that easy, languid trickle of your sweet sweet juices glossing down his wrist.Â
âWouldnât have even tried so hah- hard with those goddamn rubbers if I knew what ya were holdinâ out on me, doll.â Toji jeers from above, jostling your dangling legs even tighter around his slender waist. Before planting a drippingly wet smack! smack! smack! of his swollen, reddish tip right on the peak of your sensitive clit. âJust look at how drenched that makes ya.â
âTojiââ your honeyed, dragged-out whine makes him just twitch on top of you. Squirming at the way that has him gushing out a saturated puddle of sweltering hot precum onto your pre-soaked cunt. âWonât you just put it in alre- ah!â
And Tojiâs so fucking mean with the way he inches in just the very curve of his fat tip past your gummy entrance, shutting up those cute complaints on your tongue for the most delicious whine heâs ever heard.
âHeh, there we go. Finally- finally.â he gruffs out, moving over the grip of his long digits around his thickened base to wrap around your splayed-out thighs. Such an awful tease - making you do all the work shuffling down the silken sheets trying to milk his achy shaft. âOhhh yeah- oh my god, there we fuckin- go-â
A particularly harsh clench of your velvety walls makes him throw his head back deliriously. Hoarse, baritone moans wrenching from his chest, âYeah- you were so fuckinâ holding out. Heh, didnât know it could feel so good. Feels like heaven, ma. Think I could fuck this cunt for forever-â He drags a hazy kiss down your lips, âCould fuck a baby into ya-â
âHngh! I-if it-â youâre managing to mewl out, blinking back the big fat tears in your eyes to wrap your limp arms around his neck. â-if it feels so good then why arenât you fucking me properly.â
Another heated smack! has the imprint of all five fingers of his raising on your flesh, and Toji just shoveling the rest of his long, solid inches into your clingy insides. And- shit, heâs so jaw-droppingly massive. No matter how many times youâve seen him, taking him is a whole other feeling.
Fuck. This was heaven.
He grunts, âMight be the first time but yer suckinâ me up so- well.â
Itâs like your poor pussy was gaping around him, being molded along every tiny crevice of his cock. That slight upwards curve was just spearing into the very spongy depths of your cervix head-on, drawing wet, glossy glides across your g-spot.Â
You were finally, finally being fucked by him.Â
And it was maddening.Â
âSay that again, doll?â he quirks his head down at you after a few heaving breaths to try and stop that pathetic cracking of his words. âBecause I think you were hah- s-saying something.â Each word is punctuated by a ruthless thrust, making a sloppy mess of your insides until you could feel the thundering throb of his pumping cock, the sticky thwack of his cum-filled balls on your ass. Toji leans down until his entire body weight was pinning you against the damp mattress, holding you hostage to the way he tugs on your ear lobes with his sharp canines. âOr are ya just too hngh- cockdrunk for it already?â
Smack!Â
As if you could speak.
Jaw dangling open, hulking body hunched over, his big beefy arms cage you in. âAwww, come on now. Answer me. Donât tell me you were ah- begginâ for my cock so badly for weeks nâ wonât even gimme your pretty compliments?â
Youâre barely even able to keep up with his syrupy sweet words, locking your ankles around his waist.
Toji hisses when that slight movement has him jolting even rougher against the bulbous bullseye of your sweet spots. âI-I didnât-â
âI-I-I didnât-â he snickers against your lips, swiveling his hips into slow sultry swirls until his fat girth was dragging his prominent veins along all your sweet spots. Youâre just keening at that, making your back arch up sluttily into Tojiâs muscled chest. âHonestly. If all it took was my ngh- d-dick to make you forget those good girl manners, Iâd have done this- much- sooner-â
Heâs babbling out just as deliriously as you no matter how much heâd like to pretend he isnât. Because oh Toji Fushiguro was no match for your pretty pussy.
No match for the way each of his ramming thrusts had every shred of rationality flying out of his honeyed mind, puffs of breath coming out more feverish. Heavier. Words slurring and jumbling together at every fresh coat of your slippery slick down his raw length.Â
âShit.â His eyes lock on your utterly fucked-out expression, he canât even bring himself to look downwards at how well youâre taking him. âLetâs see how much of a cockdrunk slut ya really are- open that mouth, ma.â
And Toji could almost laugh at how readily your spit-glossed lips sag open for him. Taking it all in one go when he spits out a hot, steady stream of spit right onto your pink taste buds.Â
âYeahh, heheh-â heâs grinning darkly, feeling his tight balls squeeze painfully. Gliding the soft pad of his thumb down that translucent trickle of drool along the corner of your mouth. âNow swallow.â Rock-hard tip mashing against your g-spot in a way that only makes you head his instructions without a second thought.Â
âGood. Now you realize-â His rough hands wrangle your boneless legs on top of his broad shoulders, bending down, down, down into the meanest mating press possible. â-that I was serious about fuckinâ a baby into ya, right?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - âMarry m- take it.â
âKen- Kenââ your sultry mewls only grow louder, batting those teary eyes up at where Nanamiâs got you folded into the firmest little mating press heâd allow himself. âI want more.â
Oh, and he thinks he could pass out. He thinks heâs stopped breathing. Nanami thinks with all his bleary head and his achy, furious dick that heâs going to marry you right here, right now on these expensive silken sheets.Â
Heâs leaning in close enough to kiss his forehead against yours, sweat-slicked lips clashing into yours in a way that makes your knees weak. Hushing out, âShhh, sâalright, my love.â And his tone is so sweet that you almost forget the absolutely mean way Nanami was splitting you apart. Your sopping pussy bulging out at the intrusion of his fat, hot girth. âGood girl, takinâ me so well for the first time. Tell me- hah- tell me where.â
And all you can do is dazedly guide his massive hand along your tummy, so warm and comforting. Pressing down where he gets to the lewd little nudge of his thick tip, sheathing in deeper and deeper and-
âH-hereââ youâre mewling, big fat tears streaming down your eyes now. Ones that he wastes absolutely no time licking long, languid stripes to taste. He groans at the salty flavor. âCan feel you right here, Ken. Didnât- hngh- didnât think youâd be in so- deep-â
Those simple words have Nanamiâs body shivering, sucking in a deep, shuddering inhale when his leaky tip just twitches. Convulsing in a jagged little line along the spongy crevice of your sweet spots, he huffs out an exasperated laugh. âWhat did ya expect, darling?â He purrs, tucking his face into the sensitive crook of your neck. âMâgonna be in even deeper soon yâknow-â
And if you thought that he was already rummaging inside you brandingly, he was barely even halfway in yet.Â
âShhh you got this.â Feeding you inch after inch, itâs like it was never-ending. Youâve never been stretched out to this extent ever before, having your cunt all gaping and spread wide open for him. Nanami didnât even have to crane his head to eye down at you glistening hole, winking up at him sluttily. Just filling you to the brim, the very tip of his drooling cock shoves against your g-spot in an addicted little kiss. Each collision has you slamming further and further up the bed, struggling. Because while Nanami Kento acted the part of a gentleman - his achy dick sure didnât.
You hips jerk so prettily when he runs a calloused thumb over the very peak of your neglected clit. âYou alright, my love? Need-â
âMore!â you cut him off with such a cute whine. And it makes his cock act in a way heâd be almost embarrassed about, puncturing deeply into your plushy walls. Leaving a harsh sting of the very divot on his thick tip along your cervix. But it still wasnât enough. âPlease- Wanâ more more more- faster, Ken.â
By now, Nanami knew he was going to marry you.Â
Oh, how he was going to fuck you exactly like this on your wedding night. And every night after that and after that and-
âFuck, I love you-â he sputters out, stealing a few lingering kisses on your needy lips. Depraved. Filthy. Bruising with just how fast he was pistoning into you. âLove you love you- gonna marry you, yâknow?â His eyes roll to the back of his head, head throwing backwards when you clench. âGonna buy us a house, make yâmy pretty wife- ah- fuck fuck fuck-â
Whateverâs left of Nanamiâs rationality knows how ridiculous he sounds - the first taste of his pretty wife- well, future wifeâs pussy and heâs already babbling about marriage. Fuck.Â
But you only kiss him back as drunkenly as ever, hungry. Bucking your hips up in a wild way for more. âMhm- wanâ you to- ah- fuckââ Drool drips down the corner of your mouth, and your eyes are drooping such after every smashing kiss against your g-spot. Itâs all you can do to whimper, âMâso close ah- think mâsoââ
âMe too-â he grits out, jaw clenching. âMe too me too- hah-â
The raspy baritone of his voice shakes with the incessant smack! smack! smack! of his painfully heavy, cum-filled balls against your skin. Riotous and relentless. Only accompanied by your sweet ah! ah! ah! and those slurping noises from below.Â
âCum inside me, Ken-â you moan, voice shaking into a whine. âDonâ want you to waste a drop, p-please cum inside-â
âThen take it-â he gasps out. Heâs clinging onto you so tight, so deep. Fingers moving before his useless mind when his thumb grows steadily sloppier on your clit. Tight circles patterning into a rapid M-A-R-R-Y-M-E-M-A-R-R-Y-M-E-M-A- âTake it like my ah! good lilâ wife.â
And you donât know whoâs cumming first, but it only takes a few more throbbing strokes before Nanami just fills you to the brim with all his warmth. It seeps out of you - thick, velvety ropes of his potent seed that canât stop spewing from his furious, weepy tip. So red and jolting with each of your constricting squeezes.Â
You gasp, waves of your own high crashing into you over and over with every piston of his hips. And leftovers of Nanamiâs cum gushes out of you with each buck of your needy ips.
âO-oh my god-â youâre whimpering, dragging your nails down his flexingly broad back. Babbling away cockdrunkenly, âHow am I so- full ah-â
Nanami heaves out ragged sighs, pulling out his twitchy tip ever-so-slightly to let his cum form a glossy sheen of milky white between your legs. And heâs so gone, so utterly fucked-out when he swipes his thumb across that creamy puddle. Bringing it up to plug it into your slack-jawed mouth, âThink I s-skipped a few steps into making you a pretty momma before I made you my pretty wife, darling.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - KEEP UP!
âIs that-â Geto hisses, gritting his teeth ferociously, and itâs all he can do to not just throw his head back pussydrunkenly. To all but grip your trembly thighs in two of his rough hands, peering up at you through long, dark lashes. âIs that all you got, gorgeous?â
The only response he gets are your hips grinding down in sticky swivels to smack against his toned ones. Getoâs thighs come up behind you to just squeeze your glissading body, gyrating up even deeper.Â
âW-wellââ you whine at his mean smirk, your hands greedily dancing upwards to smooth and knead all over his pale, sculpted skin. â-youâre not doinâ any ah- better-â
Fuck, was that the understatement of the year.
It was only the first time Geto was sinking into your sweet, sweet pussy and heâs already so fucked-out. So hungry for more with the way his hips just up ravenously, heady scent making your head spin. Making his head spin - the only thing on his mind right now being why the fuck didnât he fuck this pretty cunt of yours sooner?
âHeh, thought you said you werenât all that affected, Sugu?â youâre giggling smugly, which only makes his rosy lips slack open. Wet, gurgling moans being wrenched out with each snap of his hips. Itâs only then that you realize - he didnât even mean to say that out loud. âWait- Youâre not serious, are you?â
âShut up.â
That vice-like hold on the plush of your hips turns bruising, Getoâs entire body just wracking with a violent shudder until heâs sitting upwards. Hauling you along with him to be splayed out all prettily on his lap, mashing his lips in a simpering kiss.Â
âShut up shut up shut-â he spits against your glossy pout. The only thing he can do is thrust, letting his mouth foam with each rut into your sopping wet walls. Growing harder and harder with each jiggle of your ass against his tightly thwacking balls. âShut up nâ just let hah- let this cunt speak for herself, mâkay?â
His words catch you by surprise, and the relentless squelch! squelch! squelch! of your slobbering cunt rings in your ears.
You lean down to kiss the very tips of Getoâs reddening ears, âSo mean.âÂ
At your pouty huff, he bullies in two of his fingers into your drunkenly slacking mouth. Forcing you to suck. To shut up. âSo mouthy.â he spits. âSo soââ
Geto trails off with a guttural groan, big beefy arms wrapping around your convulsing body until he has you pinned to him like some perfect cocksleeve. Heâs whining, âOh, I canât- I canât I-â
And before you know it, heâs pulling out all at once, leaving you whimpering at the hasty drag of his thick cock down your clingy walls. Missing him already.Â
âI canât- I need to-â Snap! Getoâs rock-hard dick only engorges even bigger when he tugs on the thin rubber condom covering it, the slap of cool hair mixed with your syrupy sweet juices driving him wild. Rubbing his angrily raw length along your drenched slit, âPlease- let me. I need to feel ya for real, please, gorgeous.â
âYes.â you mewl. âYes yes yes-â
Heâs purposefully leaning backwards on the mattress to shove every inch of himself into your deepest, most sensitive depths. Rummaging his weepy erection inside you until heâs kissing wetly against your sweet spots. And even through his slender fingers hitting at the back of your throat, your whimpers get louder. Pitching up higher. More slutty.
âHah- ya scream even with my fingers hah- inside your pretty mouth.â His nose breathes a slow, delicate trail down your thundering pulse. âAnd you say Iâm the one fucked-out with jusâ one t-taste.â
He stutters. Geto Suguru stutters.Â
The one always so sharp with his tongue, and quick with his words canât stop his voice from cracking. From bearing you with the full brunt of his pussydrunken gaze, and immediately Geto bites down on his lower lip. Pathetically trying to stop any more of his pretty noises from reaching your ears.
âHngh- Sugu-â you manage to mumble out around his digits. Dragging up one of your hands to pull roughly on his long, inky hair. âSo mean.â
âYouâre the hah- m-mean one, my girl.â Getoâs next words come out absolutely ruined. Disheveled strands falling all around your face and sticking to both of your sweat-sheened bodies. His dark brows scrunch together, mouth dry like heâs starved. âSo mean- taunting me with such a-a perfect pussy. Holding it-â Those dripping wet fingers inside your mouth make their slow, sloppy trail down to toy with your puffed-up clit. Rolling over gently, and back again. â-back from me for so- hah- so fuckinâ long. Yâknow how fuckinâ long Iâve wanted to fuck you like this-â His kiss is messy - salty, it hits you each each juttering slam that heâs tearing up. â-Oh, if you knew youâd be scared.â
Heâs sounding desperate. Ruined.Â
Each and every one of his sultry swipes into your g-spot making his head throw back, abs clenching with every blissful shiver. You were so hot. So soft. And Geto fucking cursed the days he spent not fucking you right then and there from the moment he first saw you.
âY-you said that-â your greedy hips push downwards against his saturatedly cum-filled balls. Sparks of pleasure making something so hot coil at the very bottom of your stomach. â-out loud again. Sugu- ah-â
âAnd?âÂ
With a smugly smacking kiss against your lips, heâs plowing on, âCan feel how ah- badly ya wanâ me to fill you up. How wet how wet it hngh- gets you to see me s-so ruined like this-â Cold rings of his fingers swirling coolingly inside your mouth - deep. â-my little sadist.â
You moan uproariously, which only makes him chuckle. Low, and hoarse. Dangerous. âAnd you best believe that when I cum-â Patting your bulging cunt, â-mâgonna have another taste.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Too sweetâŠ
âO-ohââ
Choso canât even bring himself to be embarrassed at the pathetic way his deep voice cracks, the way his pretty pink lips fall into a lewd oh! Eyes rolling to the back of his head, thighs shivering after each shuddering little hump.Â
You let out a drunken giggle, feeling the sloshing of his sopping wet precum splatter all along your inner thighs. âSomething wrong, Cho?â
âNo!â your dear boyfriend is gasping, dewy eyes just wrenching open in a panic. Long, jittery limbs so fearful of losing even an ounce of that hot drag of your puffed-up pussy lips against his swollen tip. âNo no no-â His strong arms come around your body, pinning you against where he had you on all fours. âPlease donât take this heavenly pussy a-away from me, baby.â
The words are so hastily spat out, like it hurt to even say them.
Youâre whirling your head over your shoulders, glassy eyes spying down at that ragged rouge blush all over Chosoâs face, that pussydrunk trail of drool down his lips, the way his achy cock hung so angry and heavy between his legs. Between yours.Â
So pretty.Â
âWell then, Cho.â His bruised lips just wobble at your sweet, sweet nickname. âWhy arenât ya putting it in already, then?â
âB-because-â his breath comes out in a hot puff against the back of your neck, and Choso takes the languid time to leave such a wet stream of kisses up your arched back. âBecause mâworried sânot gonna be all you want, my baby.â
And he sounded so desperate. So needy, holding himself back.Â
A deft hand of yours tangles its way into his dark hair, pulling until your pretty boyfriend just keens. Dragging the sweltering hot tip of his swollen cock along your dripping wet slit. It mixes your honeyed juices together with an obscene squelch!Â
You steady yourself to just push - ever-so-slightly - down the plush mattress to take a mere inch of him.Â
And oh that turns him into such a babbling mess, moans hitching in his rumbling chest. Gasping and stuttering out sultry curses while Choso grabs his hands onto the curve of your waist. Hips reeling - forwards.
It only takes a mere moment before Choso slouches over, pinning you into him until you couldnât move your filthy hips anymore. But the damage was already done.Â
And before you know it, heâs cumming - before he knows it, heâs cumming. Plugging in your tight hole with just his fat tip, heâs sobbing out thick, potent ribbon after ribbon of cum into your overstuffed pussy. So much of his slippery slick seed, hitting your spongy cervix, knocking on your womb. The sheer volume of it that sticks all around his cock in a creamy ring.
âWait- oh-â he whimpers, voice shot. There was just something about the way your soaked, gummy walls were closing in on him, trying to just suck something delicious out of him that made it unable to stop himself. âWait- I canât oh-â
Muscled thighs spreading out even farther on the plush bed, he gives absolutely no warning before just pounding into you ruthlessly. No rhythm or reason at all. Just reveling in the way your slobbering cunt molds all around him, that jiggling smack! of your ass as he fucks you from behind.
âIs thisâŠâ he breathes out unsteadily, chest heaving. Hiking up one of his legs to drive his fat tip against the very bottom of your pussy even deeper. To drill across in thorough, wet glides of splashing cum. In wonderment, âSo is this what you f-feel like, y baby- hngh! Is this ah- what- what sex feels like?â
Heâs so sloppy, and heâs not even trying to be. Having that glossy puddle of cum spread wider and wider underneath your fervently ramming bodies.
âMhmmmââ youâre batting your lashes at him.Â
Choso mashes his lips into yours, groaning out with each sharp hit of his hip bones against the curve of your ass. Whining, âDoes- does it feel as good for you?â The hefty swell of his balls grind up greedily into your pussy, getting messier and wetter with every cascade of your juices down his eager length. His long fingers dip down to rub the very tip of your clit. Languidly. âT-tell me, baby.â
And just one swipe of his trembly thumb against your sensitive nub is all it takes for you to just clench, to throw your head back and arch into him even more sluttily.Â
âHngh! Feels so good, Cho-â you mewl, big fat tears of stimulation welling up behind your eyelids. âK-keep going-âÂ
âOh.â he sucks in a shaky breath. And you feel the rotund curve of his cock expand even girthier, stretching out the already-taut channel of your pussy. Roughly, Chosoâs grabbing a handful of your ass, kneading. And if you didnât know any better youâd have said his moans were almost pained. âWait donât squeeze me like that- fuck fuck fuck- feels too good donât-â
And when have you ever listened to your poor boyfriend?
It only takes a long, hard clamp around his heated cock before Choso sees stars behind his eyes again, throat run raw with moans of your name. And then heâs cumming - again. At least, whatever sense is left in him thinks heâs cumming.
âBaby, youâre- youâre so mean-â Choso lolls out his tongue deliriously, sucking on your own. Steady tears of his splash onto your skin with each sticky leftover dredge cum shooting out, and youâre left taking each of Chosoâs jackhammering thrusts. Leaving you whimpering, being held back to paint your entrance even messier. Until heâs shooting out blanks. âSâonly mâfirst time nâ already so mean.â He swipes a hand over your now-bloated tummy, coating his fingers all over with the absolute sin oozing out of you.
Seconds later, those syrupy fingers bully between your lips. And in a hoarse, husky whisper Choso continues, âYou hafta t-take responsibility, yâknow?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Twin b*tches, twin b*tches
âBoth.â
âBrat-â
âBoth.â
And while the infamous King of Curses can do nothing but stare down at you with one of his dangerously quirked eyebrows, you take it upon your stubborn self to bite down on Sukunaâs lower lip. Tugging, âDid I stutt- hngh!â
Whatever bratty sentence on the tip of your tongue is being fully overtaken by such one of the most cockdrunken moans that Sukuna has ever heard. Forcing from your syrupy lips as soon as heâs ramming his angry cockhead upwards into your melty insides.Â
âHeh, I think ya did stutter.â heâs leering down at you, feeding your drooling cunt with inch after hefty inch of his cock. âFirst time actually takinâ my cock and you want both? Ya wanna die, woman?â
âN-noââ youâre whining out. âI j-just want all of you-â
In milliseconds, heâs flipping the two of you over - having you thoroughly and deliriously straddled on one of his swollen cocks. You feel Sukunaâs other erection stacked behind twitch at the curve of your ass, gushing out such voluminous amounts of steaming hot precum seeping into your skin. Skin that absolutely thrills when he plants a harsh smack!Â
âDonâ say things outta ya slutty pussy, lilâ human.â he growls. Shutting you up with pound after pound, engorged shaft stretching every nook and cranny of your gummy cunt open. âSâgonna end up with me havinâ ta take care of your cockdrunk self and you-â You squeal when one of his four large hands wrap snugly around your throat, hauling you to his snarling lips. â-very, very pregnant with my heir.â
If that was meant to be a threat, Sukuna already knows that it didnât work.
Because it only made your dripping pussy more drenched, more swelteringly tight around his girth.
âOhhh ya liked that, didnât ya?â he grins such a feral grin that shows off those sharp canines. And Sukunaâs taking his lazy, blissful time thumbing your bulging pussy open. âMight jusâ be the first to ever want to take both, greedy lilâ thing.â
âK-unaââ you push up your ass against his other matchingly rock-hard cock. âDonât care. Just wanâ you so bad.âÂ
âAww, jealous are ya?â Throat hoarse, chest heaving now, the bulbous tip of his other cock kisses insistently and wetly at your puckering cunt. He laughs, âHeh- No need, brat. Because- here-â
In true Sukuna fashion, he barely even gives you any warning before just hammering up with both cocks into the very bottom of your heated pussy with a pressurized thrust. Twin heads twinging so harshly that they knock against each other, nudging against your g-spot twice.Â
He knew what you wanted.
And you were finally getting it.
âOh.â Sukunaâs red, devilish eyes roll to the back of his head at the way your dripping wet walls were so welcoming. Rubbing up against himself with each shuddering thrust, heâs gripping your chin with another hand, pressing wet kiss after kiss. âOh you realize that- that mâgonna be filling this cute cunt up hah- twice as much now, hm? Sânot too much for yer t-tight pussy the first time takinâ your king?â
He sounded almostâŠconcerned. BenevolentÂ
And all you can do is nod, taking the sloppy staccato of both cocks spearheading you like no other. Feeling stuffed so full, it was like he was knocking up into your lungs.Â
âLungs, huh?â heâs tittering, and it barely even registers that youâre speaking out loud. âDidnât think youâd be this cockdrunk.â He babbles away, feet planting flat on the mattress to fuck up even impossibly deeper. âGonna give ya my heir- two heirs. Hah-â
Just the very thought of it has you stumbling through the very filthiest of bounces on Sukunaâs cock, pathetically trying to meet his feral pace.Â
âCâmon now, look at me.â he spits out, leaving harsh bites down your lips, your jaw, your neck. Anywhere and everywhere he could reach without stopping that incessant mashing up against your g-spot with his thickening, throbbing cocks. Youâre forced to peer into his greedy gaze. âLook at while I breed you- yeahhââ
âMâso close- Kuna-â youâre mewling, lolling your bleary head down on Sukunaâs push pecs. âMâgonna- hngh- cum-â
For this, youâre rewarded with another stinging smack! onto your ass, before Sukuna easily grabs a handful to drag your drooling cunt up and down his length. âHeh, what a brat. Begged for both my- hah- cocks nâ youâre gonna cum already?â Fucking into you so hard now that you were sure heâd left two matchingly circular bruises on your cervix. âWhatever, cum for me then- but-â His cocks hit the back of your g-spot, making you painfully light-headed, â-ya better give me twins after this, my queen.â
And when you cum, oh it was like you couldnât stop. Not with Sukuna still dragging you through your high, achy cocks so hard it was like they were about to burst.Â
Smoothing against your sweetest spots once, twice before he himself cums from one of his lengths such a throaty moan of your name. And for each white-hot jolt of pleasure, Sukuna was painting you all white inside.Â
âSh-shit-â you whine, pulling him into the messiest types of kisses that you knew he loved. âMâso full- so- so full-â
Not enough, apparently.
Because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that his second, equally as filthy cock was streaming out thick spurts of cum. Staggeringly steamy hot inside you, those sticky sloshes reach your very womb, just slamming up into you mind-numbingly so that Sukuna can be sure it reaches each of your buried depths.
âWould ya look at that.â Sukuna whispers, reverant, almost. Sounding for all the world like heâs so utterly fucked. You follow his line of sight to the creamy sheen of seed drooling from between your thighs, glossy puddle forming underneath you two.Â
Still-hard cocks jutting up into you without warning. Hard.âOne more. I wanâ both of âem to cum at the same time.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - 360°
âItâll be just hah- just the tip.â Gojo puffs out hotly against your ear, powerful hips jittering up in a way that made him feel like such an animal. Rubbing his leaky tip rawly between your swollen folds, âPromise- promise ah-â
Your dazed, blinking eyes stare right up at the absolutely ruined strongest. His cerulean eyes all watery and drooping shut with every tentative swipe up those puffed-up pussy lips of ours. And your head throws back with each pretty peck of Gojoâs rotund head against your clit. Sticky. Depraved. Oozing with precum and the lust to fuck into your cute cunt exactly the way heâs been dreaming of for so long.Â
âWhat are best friends for, r-right?â he whines against your neck, snickering delightedly at the way your squirming hips buck up mindlessly into his. No matter how much you tried to huff and puff your way into pretending that you donât want it as much as heâs dying for just a taste right now.
âToruâŠâ you start, in a scolding tone that already makes him twitch. Entire body jolting with excitement, and you feel his heavy balls rested against your thighs squeeze almost-painfully. âWe stopped being just âbest friendsâ about twenty make-outs ago.â
And Gojo only rubs his head along your skin like some overgrown cat, sighing out. âExactly.â
Biting your lip, you can only watch when he shoves apart your thighs even wider roughly. That thick, red tip positioned precariously between your lips weeping and weeping angrily.
Youâre rolling your eyes, âToru just fuck me-â
And then heâs sinking in - pushing past that first ring of resistance, stretching out your elastic cunt so mind-numbingly wide. You can feel him thrust in sticky, filthy little pushes and pulls of his hips - but you canât see it, no.
Because just a single inch sunken inside your hot cunt was enough to drive Gojo mad. Eyes blowing wide, breath being just heaved in, and the last thing you caught was the briefest little flicker of blue lightning in his eyes before those seductive bedroom lights just burst.
It wasnât going to be just the tip - and both of you knew it.
âHah- Woah.â Gojoâs mouth felt dry, heart thundering when he blindly grips your body with a bruising hold. He sounded almost angry, âI didnât know it could feel so fuckinâ good.â Voice higher pitched and unstable, he winces when it cracks ever-so-slightly at the end. âHahaha- ohhh fuck, sweetheart. Remind me why we didnât hngh! do this sooner?â
Oh, the intensity of it was too much.Â
Six eyes was rushing at him in full force, and Gojo just hiccups being able to see that outline of his swollen cock enter and split your pussy open. He couldnât stop. The way that fat, rounded curve was jostling and invading your insides, having your walls melting pliantly around him so good- âTakinâ me so well, especially for the first time. Greedy girl.â
âOh- oh my god-â youâre chanting, and you feel his cock thicken with each whimper. Blood rushing forwards to mold your walls even wider after each one, gushing out wet honeyed wet precum that sticks to you like a second skin.Â
âJusâ Toru sâfine.â he titters, sinking his sharp canines into the side of your neck. It was like a claim. A little message, because after that Gojo was well into rummaging all around you gripping walls. âThough- I donât mind if ya call me âbabyâ or-â Smoothing his rosy lips over in a kiss against your forehead, â-your âhusbandâ.â
You smack his sculpted chest, with only half as much strength youâd put into it than usual. âGettinâ s-so ahead of yourself- hah.â
This makes him glide a greedy thumb along the outer edges of your bulging cunt, your pre-soaked slit- all the way up, up, up to where he could see himself knocking up against your g-spot.Â
âOh, my girl.â he whimpers into your mouth. Those electric sparks of purple and blue lighting up that drunken look in his eyes, the way his abs flex and contort with each ravaging push fucking you into the bed. âWith a pussy this sweet mânever lettinâ ya go.â
One of his greedy thumbs come up to nudge at that curving head of his cock, head throwing back deliriously at the lewd little massage.Â
Youâre just whimpering tearily when his other long, slender fingers dance upwards to tease your sensitive clit, soft pads of his digits unapologetically pinching it. Hard.Â
âWait- are you-â you gasping, sitting up on your two elbows at the sudden jolts of electricity. That tiny humming vibration of jujutsu that sparks all the way from your pre-soaked clit - from those big hands toying with it. It makes you just gush, airy and light-headed when youâre coating him in all your saturated juices.
He was fucking you like he was out of control - just long, animalistic drags of his fat cock down your plushy walls. Massaging himself on each and every one of those gooey crevices at your insides, you were so goddamn addictive. And Gojo was hypnotized.
But he wants more. He needs more.
âShit- shit shit shit-â Gojo already sounded so utterly wrecked, body bowed on top of yours. His face was unabashed - feral, looking at you like he wanted to positively devour you. âHope yâknow I can u-use Six Eyes to tell whether this pretty pussyâs gonna ah- take- to my seed, pretty girl. Whether yer gonna- ah be bred properly like you should be.â Heâs nuzzling at your neck, âSo get ready for a mess-â
Cutting himself off with a moan, another sloppy stroke that meshes messily with your g-spot. Gojo grins oh he grins, and youâre suddenly reminded why so many fear him. Why heâs the strongest. In the bleary distance, you think you hear another light just explode. Whispering raggedly, âBecause I intend to use it.â
A/N. I feel like every time I write for Sukuna I just HAVE to make a reference to that song.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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âHAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?â
pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader
summary: in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, itâs your boyfriendâs turn to do the laundry. but why doesnât he respond when youâre asking whereâs your panties?
warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, gojo is your boyfriend, needy! gojo, cute! gojo, fluff, nipple play, panties sniffling, masturbation (m), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, sex (p in v), also based on a @/yunonoaiâs comic!
wc: 2,128
âBabe, can you do the laundry? I have a call.â
âSure,â Satoru replies, standing up from the couch where he was lazily lying down, chilling out in front of some tiktoks.
He steps towards the bathroom, the laundry hamper waiting for him to be emptied and washed. With a resigning sigh, he looks down at the heap of dirty clothes. One of them overhangs them all: your favorite panties â the one he bought you last month.Â
The lace surrounds with finesse the satin fabric of your favorite color.
So how can he not be hard at the only sight that reminds him how long you both havenât had sex?
Fuck.
His breathing becomes heavier, each inhaling being a trial to not pay attention to the prominent bulge swelling down his gray jogging pants. Of course, the memory of your whimpers will always be like music to his ears, the fwap sounds of his cock buried deep, so deep, inside of your wet pussy, and his balls, so much filled with his cum and tightening when he's about to climax, slapping against your ass at each pound into you.
He is grouching now, at the edge of whining in need of your full attention â but of course, you needed to have a call at this very moment.
His hand twitches to his crotch, palming his already hard erection through the soft fabric of his pants, electricing at quiet moans, Satoruâs beautiful face wincing in pleasure. He swallows thick, his Adamâs apple bobbing, and gives in. With messy movements, he lifts up his black shirt to grab the hem at his watering mouth and muffle his cute sounds between his clenched teeth and jaw. The fresh air blow at his hard abs, making him tensing his belly with scorching skin.
His big, calloused hand fiddles with his erection, so ready to free himself from the torturous sensation of your pretty panties, which he holds between his fingers and brings to his nose to inhale your scent, which makes him like a little puppy for you. Satoru utters a desperate whimper and finally buries his hand under his clothes to release his quivering cock.
Itâs much bigger than usual, beads of precum glistening on the angry red tip, and veins sinuating the flesh. Of course, itâs perfect. Thatâs why it will never seem strange to anyone to see him stroke himself. He lazily fucks his tight fist, picturing your sweet pussy as he closes his eyes, beads of sweat leaking from his temples a flush spreads all over his cheeks.
His length girth throbs between his digits, coursing waves of lust through him as Satoru quickens the pace, as the same as his heartbeat. Saliva damps the fabric of his black shirt, and the idea of substituting the hem of his shirt with your panties carries out straight away, increasing his arousal until itâs twitching in a maddened way. With each stroke, the pre spreads along his shaft to allow it to be lubricated, at the point that if you all of a sudden show up in the bathroom, you both can skip the foreplay but damn!
âToru? Did you see my panties?â Your voice echoes through another room.
But he doesnât answer anyway.
âFuck,â he grunts in a quiet whine, âmiss you so much, babe.â His balls tighten, following the next moment â and it doesnât take that much time he expected, because a few seconds after he twists his wrist in an upstroke movement â the exact way youâd do to him â heâs already cumming on the heap of laundry, dirtying them even more they already were, puddles of a viscous liquid, spreading out in droplets as the orgasmic peak subsides.
Panting heavily, he doesnât hear you burst into the bathroom as you exclaim, âSatoru? You serious? Look at the state of the laundry now!â
With a swift gesture, he removes your panties from his mouth and turns his head suddenly towards you. Heâs unable to justify himself and simply watches your disapproving pout ruffle your pretty lips. âSorry babe, I'll clean it up.â He also notes how your mere presence makes him hard immediately despite having softened a moment earlier with the moment of âreliefâ he wished to provide for himself.
âWhere are my panties?â you ask a second time as you rummage, eyebrows furrowed, through the basket of dirty laundry.
Satoru rubs the back of your neck nervously and hesitates to hide your underwear in his palm. âUh... here,â he murmurs softly, slightly discomfited as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
âYouâre that much needy?â
Satoru looks down, a little boyish pout on his lips that breaks your heart. âSorry...â
Your frown softens. âOh, umâ No, Toru, please donât gimme that look,â you whisper, walking over to him, your hands instinctively cupping his cheeks to make him look down at you. âIâm sorry, my love. You need to tell me when you need me, okay?â
Satoru nods slowly, still guiltily pouting. âCan I have you? Please? Just one round, I swear Iâll be gentle,â he murmurs.
His request makes your lips curl up. âMy boy does want me? Youâre cute, almost begging like this.â You graze a kiss on his cheek. âGet on your knees.â
âLike that?â His knees make contact with the floor, his cock still outside his dangling jogging suit. He so fucking cute, listening to you so obediently.
âGood boy,â you coo, sliding pants down your thighs. Your black panties hug the swell of your hips, your intoxicating scent spreading toward Satoruâs nostrils.
He moves towards you using his knees to grip your hips and sniff your scent once more. The action makes you giggle so much that it makes you suck in a breath when he pulls down your underwear to kiss your groin. âLove you,â he whispers. âI want to taste you, please.â
âSatoru, just wait Iââ But he cuts you off, darting out his tongue to lick a strip enough to feel your bundle of nerves. A moan escapes your lips, driving your breath as crazy as heâs doing with his skillful mouth.
âYouâre dripping,â Satoru comments, kissing your lower lips swiftly before grabbing you by the thighs and lifting you up, dropping you off the washing machine. âSpread your legs,â he mumbled, all needy and flushed to eat you out.
And how long he hadnâtâ
Itâs like heâs drunk on you, ignoring your moans and whimpers as he rests his cheeks on your inner thigh to wrap his wrist around your thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs, trapping you firmly. âKeep âem spread, baby,â he purrs, lapping your soaked core and sensitive, puffy clit. âIt tastes sâgood, Iâve missed you.â
His dick twitches and throbs afterward, your sweet sounds re-hardening him and making him more swollen than he was even after the few rubs he did to relieve himself.
âHmm, ah, Satoru, youââ you trail off, throwing back your head against the wall, your hands grabbing the washing machineâs edge until your knuckles turn white. âIâll be close, Iââ you babble, and the realization of how much not having sex with him for so long is turning you into a virgin-like. And also, the clenching feeling of your pussy, lips parting and closing around nothing hits you so hard.
You need to cum on his cock.
âSatoru, stop,â you gasp, your fingers snaking gently through his white lock and tugging them carefully.
He stops the moment after your whine reaches his ears â a sound ringing like music to his ear. âBut⊠I havenât made you come yet,â he murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly with his forefinger and middle finger. His cute pout is now begging you to give him grace.
âI want to cum on your dick,â you clarify, leaning in, your lips pressing down a gentle, loving kiss on this beautiful forehead of him.
âYou sure? I havenât stretched you beforehand.â He rises from his former crouching position and holds his sensitive length closer to your core.
âI donât mind, I just want you right now,â you blow out, kissing his free hand.
Satoru blushes â and oh, how can anyone fall in love with this cute little face you want to madly shower with cuddles and kisses? âCan we put it in while I kiss you?â he requests, bringing his lips closer to yours.
You let out a little laugh, pressing a first kiss on his lips. âYouâre so cute.â
But something makes your eyes drop lower, and you feel it. Satoruâs hand holds his shaft enough well to tap the tip and the length below on your core, teasing your squelching cunt.
âCâmon, donât tease me, I want you nâ Ah!â He shuts you down by crashing his lips on yours and sliding himself easily in you, stretching you impossibly wide. âS-Satoru, youâre bigger than usual,â you whimper.Â
Your hands grab his broad shoulder, nails sinking in his compressed black shirt, lips moving on their own to taste yourself on his wet lips. His tender tongue asks to enter you, and you allow him, soft strokes on each otherâs tongue.
Satoru moans in the melting kiss, waiting for you to adjust, and starts gentle back and forth hips moves, hissing through his teeth by the sweet, delicious tightness of yours. âYou feel so good,â he squeals between kisses. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You gasp, swallowing hard because of the different paces your brain canât focus on â stolen kisses and perfect pounds into you. Itâs so deep, so mastered, that itâs driving you mad and making you see stars.
Breaking the kiss, Satoru wraps his muscled arms around your back and encircles you flush against him, your heartbeat matching with his, and your fingernails slide down his back as you almost lose strength and balance every time his tip brushes against your cervix, etching red scratch marks for sure on his back as soon as he will remove his shirt.
With another buck before pulling out fully, he slides back in and manages to reach your deepest point, making your back arch and cry out. âSatoru, please, Iâm so close,â you whine, wincing because of his hips rocking in you faster and harder.Â
The washing machine sways to the same rhythm, threatening to give way under your weight. Your heavy, ragged breaths fill the air in a kind of steam room. Blood beats at your ears, your gummy walls clenching around his long, big dick without ceasing and have mercy for you.
But as if that wasnât enough, Satoru slides your top off with a swift movement of his hand to free one of your breasts and taste the nipple. He sucks hard, tongue pulling and swirling at the nub like no other. The action makes you roll your eyes, the overstimulation engulfing you like a wave would.
He then uses his head to tease your nipple with a gentle tug, his cerulean-blue eyes captivated by your curve. You squeal, your walls swallowing up his thrusts inside you, tightening more and more until he gives in and takes you back into his arms, but this time with a hand under your thigh to lift it up and enable him to reach an even more precise and deep angle, making you scream out his name.
âBaby, Iâm gonna cum,â Satoru warns you, his Adamâs apple bobbing up and down, and his jaw tense from clenching. âPlease, whereââ
âInside me, Satoru,â you whimper in the hollow of his neck, closing your eyes before the following ride crashes the two of you.
Pussy clenching around his length, you squirt on him with a small cry, and Satoru does likewise, twitching as he grunts and his hips jerk to reach your womb and fill you up with his cum.
Muscles trembling from the aftermath, you pant against him, as weak as after an intense workout. âIâve missed you so much,â Satoru whispers in your ear, in the same state as you. His large, quaking hands stroke your hair, soothing you.
White strings escape from your full, swollen-lipped pussy, the sound of trickling filling the silence of the room.
âI promise Iâll do the laundry, but please, can we have cuddles?â Satoru demands, blinking down at you with puppy-dog eyes.
You rest your cheek on his shoulder and nod, a smile stretching your lips, as you reach out to stroke his cheek.
âOf course, my baby.â
DING DONG.
The ringing of the front door echoes in your ears and a memory pops into your head, slapping you in the face.
âWasnât Suguru supposed to come to borrow the washing machine here because his is broken?â
Satoru froze, flickering his eyes. âHuh?â
a/n: feelin to write something cute and smutty haha! i think writing things easy like this is unwinding me.
see how heâs so cute? đ„č pls God give me oneâŠ
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Rabbit monsters are always portrayed as soft docile creatures. Especially for rabbit reader x wolf monster. I wanna see a rabbit who is just a menace in bed. Pounding into our cunts non stop and making sure that we truly âfuck like rabbitsâ and breed like them too
mmhmm you get me anon.
you've long since given up on holding yourself upright, and just settled for getting pounded into the mattress your body fully limp. you aren't even holding your own hips up, your bunny lover is holding your ass aloft as he pounds into you cumming inside of you for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. The sheets are wet beneath you with a mix of sweat and cum. you're too spent to even care, you'd fall asleep in this gross puddle if he just let you.
He winds his fingers under your jaw and pulls your head back and up, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. it would be sweet if you didn't know it was a trap.
"you can go one more round for me yeah pretty girl?" he asks, slowly humping your sensitive cunt, How is he still hard? How does he not need a break he just came? you groan and shake your head.
"Please, honey? just one more time I promise you just feel so good, I wanna make sure I fuck this pussy right, get you nice and full with my cum, don't you want me to knock you up?" he asks reaching down to slowly pet your throbbing clit, making you whimper in overstimulation. his thrusts are shallow, his long thick cock scraping along your inner walls making your thighs tremble. his head drops and he scrapes his sharp teeth along your neck. "Please bunny let me make you feel good."
"j-just one more round that's all," you manage to mumble out, the second you've given him permission he shoves your head back down and slams into you, his strong thighs pistoning his big cock into you at a breakneck speed.
"Fuck- thank you baby you feel so good around my cock I couldn't hold back much longer," he groans humping you sloppily, his last load drooling out of your sloppy cunt down your thighs. that's alright, he'll cum enough to replace everything that went to waste.
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â THIS AINâT FICTION, BABY! (it is kinda..) â
â sum. jjk men finding out you write jaw dropping smut. boo you whore. can you even do half the things you write about? well . .
warnings. fem! reader, feat. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, breaking the forth wall kekw, smut writer reader, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, squırting, manhandling, cuĆnilingus, whiny men, cockwarming, daddy kink, overstim, spıt, impact play, breaking the bed, brĂ©eding, size kinks.
GOJO â
âoooooh,â a husky low voice coos right next to your ear. hot breath ghosts against the tiny hairs that stand tall near the back of your neck. you bit your lip whilst youâre in the midst of being stuffed full of cock. just plain evil . . satoruâs got you cockwarming him while a fat thumb of his skims down your phone. âletâs see. gojo smut, gojo satoru x reader, hey thatâs me, heh,â and he pauses, a snowy brow raising up in daze once he sees your user displayed in bold near the very top of the search bar. âcockwarming gojo, how fitting, angel.â
âtoru, fuck,â you whine, making a cute attempt at trying to snatch your phone away. weakly pawing at his wrist, he holds it up even higher. you gasp, feeling his swollen tip swivel its way deeper inside your cunt. âdonât read it,â you fall back into his chest, moaning once he starts to purposely bounce his thigh. embarrassment had you hot, you could practically feel your heartbeat accelerating by the minute. â âs embarrassing.â
satoru squints, resuming to scroll down the glowing screen before a free hand of his trails toward your pussy. he hums, âaw, pretty girlâs got a hobby i didnât even know of, hm. here, you say âheâs got you right on his lap, suppressing a moan with your teeth dug into the bottom of your lip as youâre taking him fully. .â such nasty literature,â and the edges of your nails pierce into his pants leg. the half on long black slacks that satoru wore were merely all ruffled and ragged thanks to your pretty fingernails tugging at it with all its might. as he continues to read, youâre whining, desperate to move, desperate for at least some kind of friction. as youâre squirming on his lap, satoruâs eye then twitches. â âgojo satoru also would whine in bed?â this has to be a typo. .â
and of course, his ego gets bruised.
the pout on satoruâs face was adorable. as youâre trying to sturdy your hips, he buries his face into your chest. âmmph,â heâs shoved right between the softness of your tits, his personal happy place.
althoughâhe had to admit, he was flattered that you wrote such lewd compositions about him. you moan as youâre grinding against him, feeling his achy cock slam into you deep within each wet bounce. satoru makes a mess as heâs buried between your plush mounds, remnants of stringy saliva dribbling down the valley of your chest. pretty, his white lashes flutter as youâre quickening your hip movements and he gasps. âoh, f- fuck, angel. âs no fair when you ride me like thaaat.â
and you canât help but giggleâdespite your cock drunken state, heâs still got that little glower of a pout on his lips as youâre rutting into him.
satoruâs clenched abs flex more the second you run a finger down the sharp outline of his pecs, watching him immediately fold at your touch. âbut you always whine, âtoru,â you argue in a shivering voice, your cunt tightly squeezing around his length. his wide girth makes your mouth water, such thickness was just insane. you bury your unstable knees into the center of his thighs before his broad big arms wrap around you.
heâs holding youâalmost squishing you.
but just like you wrote, satoru whines the second he ends up cumming early. with the way you ride him and the crazed speed of your hips, he never ever lasted long.
it was cute,
he was always confident until heâs buried deep inside your pussy, whining and sobbing pathetic cacophonies of your name at how good you feel clamping around him. itâs merry lukewarm, as he snaps, a puddle of thick syrupy cum shoots into you deep and heâs an entire frantic mess. pants of airy breath slip out of his pink lips as heâs giving you a fill, biting into your neck to hide his slutty whimpers. âgod, âm gonna die,â he sniffles, squeezing pressure against your bare ass. you hold onto him tight as heâs pouring such slippery wads of seed into you at onceâvelvety hot amounts spit inside your pussy and youâre matching heavy gasps for air right with him, entirely in sync. âfuck, fuck baby, mommy.â
âwhat?â
âs- shut up,â he back tracks, and he sees the smug expression growing on your face. satoru lightly smacks a hand over his face before groaning, his cock all milked and flaccid. âi said baby.â
NANAMI â
tender mahongy eyes stare deep into your eyes as your fingers happily intertwine with his. tangled and curled, heâs got a soft grip as his body hovers completely over yours.
with ruffled blond strands running down the front of his forehead, nanami brings a kiss toward your cheek as heâs not just fucking you, but making love to you in missionary. âsweetheart, you left your laptop open you know,â and you moan once you feel his plump tip circle its way inside of your gummy inviting walls. already, youâre coating his entire dick with your slimy slick to the hilt. your eyes widen at his words before the left side of your twitching lip is met with another gentle kiss. âi didnât mean to be nosy, but i saw a little âheadcanonâ about me, is that what you call it?â
you glance into his eyes with abashed intent as a burning wave of heat sprays over your face. fuck, the pulse of your thumping heart only grew louder as your first response was utter silence.
âiââ you mutter out, and he chuckles at your lack of words, digging his head into your neck. nanamiâs scent was strong, it goes through each of your nostrils and you felt yourself throbbing from his touch alone.
his strokes were tender and precise. heâs swaying back and forth as his bare body continues to rut straight into you. pent up muscles of his that were merely perfectly sculpturedâidentical to the physique of a greek god, you couldnât help but stare. you just couldnât help but ogle at how heâs so pretty, how fat tears of sweat race down both sides of his bulky arms. no one could blame you for writing about nanami, althoughâthe things you wrote about him, they were pretty risquĂ© to say the least. with a growing pout, your arms throw over his shoulders as heâs presenting your cunt blissful deep thrusts. âokay, i write about you sometimes, âken. âm sorry.â
âsorry for what exactly? being talented, silly girl?â he whispers in a raspy tone.
nanami cups your chin so you could look right at him, naturally leaning into his touch. he focuses on the way your eyes soften and heâs plummeting girthy inches into you raw. your toes curl, running down his back and tickling the scratch marks that paint against his flushed skin. âdonât be sorry,â he adds, pressing a wet kiss near the crook of your neck. âiâm flattered. although, dirty talk isnât exactly my forte. you know this, my love,â and you moan, feeling the edges of his teeth playfully nibble at your exposed flesh. as pounds of skin resume to smack against each other loudly, nanami slowly lifts up your leg, tossing it over your shoulder. âmy favorite part had to be when you said i pulled on your hair ân called you a âmessy whoreâ .â
ây- you werenât supposed to see that,â you nervously grin . . trying to avoid how you were so close to finishing. just a few more thrusts and that was it, youâd be finished, done for. youâve felt embarrassed beforeâbut never to this extent. he was teasing you, nanami kento was teasing you. and pathetically enough, your pussy twitched as he recited your exact filthy written words. the bed continues to creak and groan as jolting bodies move and move together, amongst each other, and on top of each other.
with kind eyes, nanami watches as you bring both of your hands up to your face, hoping to shield yourself from any more embarrassment.
âoh, honey,â he coos in a melodically low tone. his cock reached so deep that strangled moans flew out from your lips left and right. his tempo was always just right. he never wanted to lose control, but after reading your work, he knew youâd probably like that. crimson damp lips press under your chin before he grunts, preparing himself to be milked dry.
âhngh, donât hide that pretty face from me,â he huffs, in a soft alluring voice. everything felt abnormally tender, nanamiâs softly swerving his body against yours in irregular addictive arcs in such impassioned ardent. the more you stare into your eyesâthe more your blown pupils dilate.
once he cup both sides of your face, you lean into his touch. his base was thick, swollen and full. you craved him more than anything, and itâs as if your words were actually coming to life.
âthere she is, thatâs my girl,â he grits in a raspy voice, prying your hands away from your face. his touch was forevermore gentle. with a soft smile, nanami presses his twitching ruby lips onto yours as you both prepare to cum in euphoric torrent. bedaubing a plump thumb over your bottom quivering lip, he slows his thrusts down a few beatsâhearing you vocal pussyâs squelches before a wrinkle of a smile curls against his lips. ânow, now. make a mess on your husbandâs cock jus how you write them in your little stories, my love.â
GETO â
âoh, boo. looks like someoneâs innocent all of a sudden when sheâs not writing âbout dick, hm? wonder why that is,â geto hums, propped right up between your trembly legs. heâs staring at you with a sly smirk that refuses to wipe off his lips. two of his hands spread your thighs apart more before kissing near your slobbering exposed pussy.
with a cunning grin, he gives your drooling folds a few friendly taps as if it was a little mic test. âfinish that paragraph. câmon, wanna make sure âm doinâ it right.â
a salty taste of shame fills and salivates inside of your mouth as you watch him with heart shaped pupils. heâs got the most hungry gaze, a bit of spit already dribbling from the thin corners of his lips.
âum, okay,â you moan, picking up your phone again, leisurely dragging a thumb down the neatly typed paragraphs. âit says, âyou whine, taking s-suguruâs thick fingers happily into your slippery cunt. long digits of his rummage their way inside before curling all around. once suguru spits on your p- pussy, he pats it and calls it a good girl.â â
âlike this?â geto snickersâcopying your exact words, using the flat palm of his hand to rub against your bare clit. you whimper, entirely sensitive as his thick digits toy with your soddened folds. your thighs continue to jostle and shake and he found it so adorable at how you just couldnât stay still. so cute, heâs got darkened irises focused on you and only you the entire time. these seconds felt like hours, and as he gathers a nice amount of saliva, he spits right on your cunt. just like you wrote it . . you gasp at the sloppy cold saliva cascading down your pussy. the cobwebby strands that pour from his lips had such a pretty glimmer to it. the warm breath of geto that fans against your entrance makes you twitch in elated pleasure.
heâs so sloppy, unapologetically. just like your drabble saidâhe then pats your cunt with an open palm before leaning right up close, pulling a thumb down your pulsating uvula before licking it passionately. âgood fuckinâ girl.â
you whine, your knees practically buckling and heâs just eating your expressions up. ây- yesâ like that, fuck,â you move a few long black strands away from his face. geto dips two fingers inside and he stretches you out so easily with his digits. your lips form into a cute âoâ shape as you mewl out a desperate cry for more. as heâs watching you succumb into such bliss, heâs got such a pretty face. it makes his dick twitch in his sweats at the thought of you writing about how he goes down on you. the specifics, how sloppy he is, even how he spanks your cunt only to then shamelessly lick the slick mess right up with his tongue.
the thought that probably hundreds of your horny little readers read about this, about him, about his tongue . .
getoâs tongue was ruthless.
he lays it flat against your cunt before fluttering his long black lashes closed. he huskily groans, not even caring that you werenât reading anymore. as his brows arch into a contorting furrow, he slides in two fat fingers. you whimper at the sudden big yet deliciously enthralling stretch, yanking roughly on his hair. âs . . sugu,â he pulls his slick covered fingers out, licking them clean whilst staring you right in the eyes. you tremor within his hold, feeling his palms tighten its grasp on both of your thighs. you couldnât lie, this felt a lot better than fiction. so much better . .
heâs making out with your pussy, swirling his tongue around and spelling out all of the letters of his name. creating such a mess, your slick then starts to stream down his chin to which he happily licks it up. groaning, geto then slurps at your drenched hole before giving it yet another kiss. his chin had such luminescent shine to it. you cup his face with shaky hands as heâs eating you out through another orgasm and he jibes.
âmhm, your writing could use a bit more dirty talk though,â he critiques, swiping a thumb against his lips before he spanks your cunt for the umpteenth time.
with your legs sporadically quivering, he playfully bites on your clit, watching you squeal as youâre riding orgasm out on his tongue. âoh, and make sure you add in your little fics that i bite pretty clits too.â
CHOSO â
âbottom? w- whatâs a bottom?â
choso quirks a brow in cute confusion, slouching back as youâre still getting over your most recent orgasm.
both pounds of sweltering skin melt into each other, sticking together like glue as your hips grow unsteady. choso was reading one of your published works and he canât help but grow curious. the way you wrote about him, how you portrayed him as whiny and submissive, it does something to himâhe personally always thought he was dominant. cute. .
âoh, donât worry about that, baby,â you timidly utter, trying to conceal an incoming moan once his cock buries its way deep in yet again. heâs nice and snug everyone and it drives him crazy. chosoâs got a poutâbut it quickly turns into a lewd expression once your sopping pussy swallows him right up again. two jittery hands creep their way onto your rickety hips and he moans once he feels himself already bottoming out. âf- fuck, cho.â
his eyebrows were still all furrowed and heâs got a cute scrunched up expression. â âm not a bottom,â choso grumps, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the corner of your mouth. despite the raspiness lingering underneath his toneâyou could hear the incoming whine desperately trying to escape. chosoâs black ponytails had cute ribbons in themâby you, and heâs biting his lip at the feeling of your hips starting to grind. âi- i can be dominant too.â
âprove it,â you whisper, a bratty impish glint forming in your eyes. choso scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you but it doesnât last at all because heâs already pussy drunk to the max.
those two words. . those two words was all it took for him to manhandle you like a rag doll, politely and respectfully tossing you into the springy soft mattress.
it bounces from the abrupt weight crashing down and you gasp once choso backs up his words, and oh, heâs fucking you stupid. you let off a gargled three second moan once choso spanks your ass, using one hand to repeatedly drag you back into his chiseled hips. sharp thrusts plow into you with such speed that youâre left with a dumbfounded expression. your eyes were rolling back and your tongue was lolled out as choso was fucking you in doggy.
as much as you write about him, he doesnât like doggy, mainly because he canât see your pretty face. it kills himâbut he canât deny that the view of you like this was so pretty, so enticing. your buckling knees lock as youâre cupping a hand over your mouth, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
chosoâs cock was so weighty and thick that itâs got a lazy curve, a mean curve that makes itself known in every part of your insides. heâs no stranger to your body, he knows the exact layout. such staminaâyou didnât expect him to be so feral, itâs as if he was an entire different person. âfuck, fuuuck,â he throws his head back, giving your ass more and more hard spanks. the recoil was his favorite. it was just the way your pretty shaped ass would bounce back onto him. heâs in love with love, in love with your pussy, in love with you. ângh, gotta show you âm not a bottom, baby.â
âc- choso,â you whimper, and his fat base swings against your ass, almost shocking you from the electric friction. youâre droolingâheâs got you stupid as your swollen chaste clit bumps up against his pelvis every single time. the bed hollers out a plethora of cries as heâs jerking more and more into you. your cuntâs drooling dewy slick all down the undersides of your thighs. you even make an attempt at trying to touch yourself. with slickness though, choso snatches your wrist away.
âno baby. âs my pussy,â he grumbles, pinning an arm behind your back. youâre babblingâsquatting forward as heâs feeding your needy pussy with such inches. choso hisses at the brief twinges of pleasure all due to your sloppy grip. youâre brutal, wetting up his base with your dewy slick. he canât help but stare and gawk at the way your ass presses up against him. chosoâs bottom lip quivers at how good it feels and how good you feel. no matter how much of a front he puts up, heâs gonna whine. âf- fuck. teasinâ me with your hips, baby. so mean.â
yet as heâs dragging you back and forth, watching as your chest heaving and your thighs try to clamp inwardâyou abruptly cum, gushing all over chosoâs cock. he huffs at how sudden it was, and he knew you didnât expect it in the slightest. so pretty, your final orgasmic cries sounded like a sweet candied harmony and he could feel your quavering body breaking down with his shaft still shoved deeply inside. your mess soaks up the entirety of the dark sheet, now being drenched in a damp grey color. âfuck, fuck,â you whimper, shaking as your head slumps into the pillow. choso whines at your own pleasure, and he doesnât even care if he doesnât finish. he pulls out, crawling toward you before burying his face into the nook of your neck. âc- choso, oh my g- god.â
as your flimsy arms hold him close, accepting his embrace, he goes back to his clingy needy self again, speaking in a shivering soft voice. âh- have you ever wrote about squirting yet?â
with droopy eye lids, you were longing for a kiss. as if he read your mind, he leans inâplanting a sultry balmy kiss right onto your lips. âno,â you mumble, moving a few strands out of his face.
choso licks near your neck, one of his hands sprawling your sticky legs apart and he brushes a finger against your slick wet cunt. âw- well, you can always write about that,â and you gasp once he lifts your leg up, easily tossing it over his shoulder. with pleading eyes, choso sighs. âbut, can we do that again, baby? i- i think i like when you squirt on me.â
SUKUNA â
âbreeding kink, interesting,â the demon gruffs, hearing you whine after he swipes his phone from your hand, wondering what in the actual hell could be so important.
heâs reading a strange explicit story of himself thatâs apparently called a âone shot,â according to you. how stupid, he thinks. sukunaâs irked vermillion-shot eyes skim through the many paragraphs of filth before he spanks your ass, making you keep your most recent arch.
âah, seems like yâr even more nasty than i thought,â and your breath hitches once he circles a palm over your stinging rear cheekâ an attempt at soothing the sudden pang. hearing your cute muffled whimpers, he mocks your noises. âaw, if you wanted me to âbreedâ you princess, you could have just asked.â
â âkuna, âs embarrassing,â you moan, gasping once he smears his leaky tip against your entrance. he was right - you couldâve ask, you could have asked him to do all the little dirty things you wrote about, you could have . .
swallowing the invisible lump that resides at the roof of your mouth, you imagine yourself being stuffed full of sukunaâs cum. so much to where he ends up getting you all swollenâyouâd be nothing but sitting pretty with a cute plump tummy, wads and wads of glossy runny cum just slickly dribbling down the sides of your ass and thighs.
âwrite like a slut ân you even act like one too,â he hums, using a thumb to slide down your pussy. sukunaâs staring openly at how youâre already so soaked, so drenched and he looks like heâs ready to feast. your puffy folds glisten with your own arousal and itâs so so cute. âwonder if you write while havinâ a pussy this sloppy too,â and he smacks it raw, feeling your entire body jolt from the sudden impact. you fall into the soft padded mattress and he darkly chuckles at your weakly spot-on reaction time, aligning himself. âpoor baby. spendinâ all this time writing when you couldâve been getting . . ah, whatâs the word? oh, right. bred, heh.â
and sukuna does more than just breed youâhe quite literally overflows your cunt. heâs a demon, and demons cum a lot.
youâre an entire puddled mess that was filled to the brim.
the sheets were all damp and stained and youâre glistening with droplets of perspirationâradiating from his heat entirely. âs- sukuna, fuck,â you weep out his name, hearing the sloppy spurts of cum still dribbling out of you. such a mess, your mouth waters as you realize just how full you are. you always wrote about this sort of thing but never knew that your silly fiction could turn into mere reality. both of your thighs stick together as youâre left trembling with an arch in your back. heâs cackling at your state, watching as globs of creamy ropes leak out of your slobbering pussy.
âhow cute, jus might mess around ân get you pregnant, yeah,â the demon jibes, a sharp fang poking underneath his bottom lip. youâre haplessly quivering. your panties that were lazily dragged to the side were all torn and ripped, coated in a ivory white color also. as youâre trying to collect breathsâyou then let off a moan once he presses himself deep against you.
your womb was completely flooded, youâre drowning with his stringy cum and with his hot burly body right up against you, you feel him right there. you couldnât miss it, heâs so long and thick that heâs practically tickling your goopy insides. sukuna wraps a hand around your throat whilst another hand sneaks toward your pussy. âbet youâd like that, fuckinâ freak,â and heâs smearing circles against your folds. you twitch at his cursed hand, his cock still tucked inside of you before he laughs against your ear. âyou want a baby, huh. wanna carry my demon babies, donât ya princess?â
you nod and he lets off a snicker of amusement. âkeh. bet you do,â and his voice lowly pitches. you moan, feeling him pull out of your dripping cunt, plugging his spilling cum back in with a single thumb. âfuck, better write about this too, princess. let all your pathetic readers know how much of a sloppy pussy their favorite author has,â and you gasp once he quickly flips you over. sukuna suddenly dives head first between your legs, lapping his flick tongue against your folds. âmmph, now watch me clean you up,â and he spits on your pussy only to then look at it with disgust. âmessy girl.â
TOJI â
ânuh uh, get the fuck back here babygirl,â he grabs you by the hip, and you let off a moan once his fingers trail up your skirt. a wavering crinkle prods near the edge of his left twitching eye as heâs processing such raunchy words about him. a dry chortle leaves from tojiâs mouth as he makes you lie on your tummy, multitasking by slapping his swollen cockhead on your dribbling folds. âya always told me you were a writer but i didnât think you write âbout this,â he purrs, and your toes curl once heâs aligning himself against your slick heat. but fuck was your cunt just was drooling for him. both folds were weeping for him to just go in already, and yet here he was - teasing you. âreally? whatâs with the whole âtoji daddy kinkâ thing? i look like the kinda guy thatâs into that?â
you feel embarrassment creep up your shoulder. he was reading that part, the part where reader calls him âdaddy.â
sheepishly trying to crawl away from his grasp, you swallow ignominy. â âs not real, i just made it up toji,â you try to explain through gritted teeth. but as heâs reeling you back into his keen structed hips, you lewdly mewl. heâs just so fucking big, happily massaging your walls freely with just a few inches. your mouth widens as you hear him lowly snickering in the background. a snickering laugh that never failed to make your pussy throb.
toji grabs at the fat of your ass, stubby fingertips poking through your skin. with a mean spank, itâs a non-verbal sign for you to stay still. âyâer a fuckinâ slut with your writing, baby. i bet ya havenât even tried these kinks,â he teases, and you moan again once his cock delves deeper into your walls. with such ease, you back raises up into an even sluttier arch. âhm, lets see if yâer as nasty as you write,â and you hear him grunt briefly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your neck. toji gets right up close to your ear, flicking his tongue against your soft earlobe. âgo on, say it.â
âs- say what?â you squeak, but you knew exactly what he wanted. never in a million years would you have thought toji would discover your little erotic hobby. by now, heâs balls deepâyou whine, feeling yet another sharp swat smack against your left ass cheek at the lack of response. youâre chewing on the inside of your cheek in guilt before you hear toji smack his lips in sheer vex.
âcâmon, donât get shy on me now,â he murmurs in a hoarse tone, salacious timbre pouring on his entire voice. toji feels your pussy dripping around him and he hums, giving you just one single tease of a thrust. your body jerks forward and you whimper sweetly. heâs so close up to you, hard washboard abs of his that were proudly flexing grinds against your back. heâs pressing his muscular weight onto you, careful not to crush you but just enough to. inching his lips back toward your ear, he kisses near your neck. âcall me daddy. jus like how you write me, little girl.â
as youâre feeling a few throbbing pangs between your thighs, you shiver underneath him. burying your head in shame between your arms, you whine. ângh, daddy,â and a weird feeling pools around the insides of your stomach. butterflies and a mixture of flutters swarm inside of you and you moan. once those words slip past your lips so prettily, toji raspily groans. he pistons his hips before not even seconds later, heâs fucking you stupid. babbles of babbles leave from you, and youâre acting just like the main character you write for. ironic, youâre clinging onto the silky cream-colored sheets, bawling up the thinly-made fabric with your clammy fists before squealing. âfuck, daddy âm not gonna last.â
âshould hear how stupid you fuckinâ sound, baby,â he growls, merciless hips snapping into you at full throttle. you were gonna break, you just knew it. tojiâs thrusts were so powerful that youâre left squeaking out pathetic whimpersâhis cock stretching you out as if you were elastic. âfuck,â he runs a hand through his messy dark tresses. his shaggy strands were unkempt, overgrown a bit and running down his eyes. heâs got to cock his head up a bit just to see your pretty face and your even prettier ass. âcâmonnn, do that cute arch you describe in yâr slutty fics.â
ât- tojiii,â you whimper, the weight of the bed dipping after each continuous stroke. heâs thorough. tojiâs maddened fat tip has your legs becoming more and more unstable before he smacks your ass. the powerful hit against your rear rings through each of your earsâand you pout, gnawing on your lip, knowing he wants you to correct yourself. ângh, i- i mean daddy. âm gonna cum, fuck.â
but right when youâre about to finish, youâre interrupted by the ear-splitting sound of wood. youâre moaningâfeeling your pussy continue to squeeze around his throbbing length thatâs coated with veins all the way down to the tan swollen base. itâs loud, you gasp once the weight of the springy bed suddenly drops and you both collapseâtoji falling on top of you. he doesnât even say anything, and he pulls you up to continue fucking you but you let off a whiny whimper. âyou just broke my b-bed.â
âyeah, so.â
âso..? youâre gonna have to buy me a new one.â
âright. about that . .â
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I think I'm at the point in my life where I will give up trying to converse candidly and sincerely with anyone who is too jaded and whose first reaction to any creative project that is a risk is "haha it's gonna fail" congratulations not only have you just firmly shut down the conversation, I am never going to try and share any hopeful piece of news or creative project (mine or a friend's) with you ever again.
tried to tell my brother about a friend's final year project (theyre doing an audio tech course and their fyp is a concert), I was legit just trying to share a part of my day but i only got one sentence out (explaining that my friend was in an audio tech course) before my brother went "oh hes gonna regret that". Was genuinely shocked by how incandescently angry I immediately fucking got. Like speechless rage. Ruined the whole fucking grocery run that I had to go on with my brother and he still kept asking why I was so mad. Had a really similar reaction when my friend's dad asked me what I wanted to do as a job and I mentioned that a real dream would be to potentially be involved with education policy planning or smth similar and hopefully be able to better the system and that friend's father immediately went like "hah good luck" in a snide kind of tone. I almost wanted to get up and throw hands in the middle of my friend's living room.
The thing is I get it, the world is a fucking dumpster fire and anyone who has lived long enough in it is aware of how bleak everything really is. And for many people the response to this seeming hopelessness is to be cynical and scornful and acknowledge it and keep going regardless. I have a very easy life in comparison but idk the only way I can find this world worth living in is to be aggressively hopeful. Being cynical about the abject bleakness never helped me and honestly if I had kept with it I probably would have committed to just getting the fuck out of life way back in secondary school because I cannot find a legitimate and logical reason to continue existing. So I can't ever get too mad at people for reacting to any hopeful thing I try to talk about with immediate disdain/cynicism/laugh at it because that's what works for them but it fucks me up So Bad. It's like everything something like that happens I just want to kill myself on the spot all over again very viscerally. But also most people arent worth the time and effort it would take for me to communicate why exactly I would prefer for them to never react to something I'm trying to share like that ever again, so I guess I'll just take note of ppl who react like that and never bring up that kind of topic ever again bc I know I won't get the optimism and support I want from them, which is fine. It's not a big deal when I have other people in my life who will be able to be happy and hopeful with me. Whatever works for everyone individually and all that.
But yea I guess I just needed to shout this into the void somewhere god being alive is such a chore but I'm happy I can still try and find happiness for myself whenever and wherever I can
#rant#tw suicide#just shouting into the void here otherwise I would work myself up too much and get a bigger headache my jaw already hurts from clenching#and I'm behind schedule on the job applications I was supposed to be doing#so many regrets and upsets rn which is hilarious bc I objectively don't have much to worry about#I'm the fucking chihuahua drowning in the mud puddle of my own making while everyone else is a great dane dirtying their paws in it
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NEED art and patrick to find out I'm a virgin and offer to teach me how to kiss and how to fuck and use eachother as examples and guide me and tell me I'm doing a good job and reward me for being such a good student and come back later and quiz me to see if I remember everything they taught me ugh obsessed with them individually and as a unit
This has lived rent free in my mind for literally forever. I canât stop thinking about it, it haunts my every waking moment.
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: Making out, Handjob lessons, guys being pervs, not a love triangle they just all want to fuck each other
A/N: unedited bc I wrote this while on the clock okay whatever. Enjoyyyy and if u want me to continue this lmk >:)
âI think itâs sweet,â Patrick said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice, practically dripping from every syllable. âThe last American virgin. You belong in a museum.â
You rolled your eyes and tossed your empty Taco Bell cup at himâ the ice rattled and it leaked a puddle of condensation onto the ground. âYou could try not to be a dick about it.â
Artâs dorm room was hot and sticky thanks to a faulty AC, which meant the three of you lounging on the floor by his open window, sucking down soda watered down by melted ice cubes. You were down to a T-shirt and shorts, they were down to their boxers. It wasnât lost on you that it was an intimate situation to be inâ barely dressed, crammed into the shoebox of a dorm. And of course Patrick had dug his fingers in until you admitted your secretâ you had made it all the way to college totally unfucked.
Patrick leaned forward, smiling the smarmy smile that tended to wear at your last nerve. âSo youâre a virgin, but like,â he leaned in, so close you could feel body heat radiating from him. He dropped his voice, just above a whisper. âHow much of a virgin, really? Youâve at least gone to third, right?â You glared, but shook your head.
âSecond?â Art supplied, suddenly jumping in with an eager sort of curiosity.
âWhat? No, I donât even know what that means,â you admitted. You sighed before you spoke up. âIâve only ever kissed one guy and one girl, and it was during a game of spin the bottle, like, junior year.â
âHow?â Patrick asked.
Your brows furrowed. âHow? I spun the bottle, it landed on the person, I leaned in, put my lips against theirs, and that was it.â
Patrick sighed. âJust fucking show me how.â He looked at you expectantly, inching even closer.
With an annoyed sigh, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hisâ mouth closed, lips firm. When you sat back, Patrick and Art were both grinning.
âWhat?â You asked with a frown.
âThatâs how you kiss on the playground in elementary school,â Art said, unable to contain his laughter. âCâmere.â
You crawled forward, stopping in front of the blond. His hand settled on your jaw, coaxing you forward.
His lips met yours softly, sweetly. It was easy to lose yourself in the feeling of Artâs mouth, in the gentle brushes of his lips against yours and the way he held your face so tenderly.
The feeling of his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips was strange, but you welcomed it, letting him lick into your mouth.
Each pass of his tongue against yours drew you deeper and deeper into it, into him. You moved into his lap without realizing it, kissing him with sweet, timid laps of your tongue.
Art pulled back first, his cheeks soft and pink and so pretty. âSee? Thatâs how youâre supposed to kiss someone. That was really good.â
You laughed softly, and moved off of his lap sheepishly. Patrick leaned forward, brushing your hair back, holding your face in his hand.
âOkay, show me what Art showed you,â he instructed, then leaned in.
Kissing Patrick was different than kissing Art. He was hungrier, more insistent. His tongue pressed into your mouth like he wanted to chart every inch. You did your best to match what he offered, to kiss the way Art had just shown you, sweetly, like you really meant it.
And you did mean it. Patrickâs hands moved along your side, up until they cupped your tits through your shirt. You moaned softly into his mouthâ the sound was muffled, met with a moan of his own. He gave an experimental squeeze of your tits and you whined softly. So he did it again, amused by the pretty, sweet noises you mewled out.
Patrick was getting hard, pressing against your thigh. It was a new sensation that you were hyper aware of as you unconsciously ground yourself against him.
You pulled back first, cheeks burning hot after you remembered Art was right beside you. You tucked unkempt hair behind your ear, smiled bashfully. âHow was I?â
âGood,â Patrick said.
At the same time Art supplied, âSo good.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head. âOkay. Cool.â
Art was squirming, fidgeting, holding a pillow over his lap. Patrick was less covertâ opting to openly adjust himself, drawing more attention to the fact that he was hard. You rolled your eyes and stole the nearest cup you could find, sipping at watered down Mountain Dew.
âDo you want me to leave?â You teased, raising an eyebrow. Your teeth dug into the plastic straw as you looked between the two of them.
Art stammered, mortified, but Patrick just smiled dizzyingly over at you. âI can teach you something else. You got to first base, so why donât you steal second?â
You rolled your eyes, but heat flared behind your cheeks. Jesus Christ, he was such a smug asshole. âI still donât know what that means,â you said, feeling a little embarrassed.
He grinned and mimed jerking off. Your eyes widened, and you laughed softly. âThat would be weird,â you said, half-believing it. âLike, if I did jerk one of you off, that leaves one of you just watching.â
You glanced at Art, who looked just as interested as Patrick did, and your heart stammered nervously. âWhat if I show you how you do it on Art? Look at himâ heâs the perfect little practice dummy.â Patrick reached over, pinching at Artâs cheek until the blond kicked his shin.
âShow me?â You echoed. âLike⊠youâre going to do it to him, and I do it to you?â
Patrick nodded, leaning into Artâs side, his smarmy smile dissolved into something needier. Art swallowed hard, lips parted slightly as he looked over at Patrick.
Patrickâs lips met his slowly, hungrily. You watched wide eyed as Patrick deepened the kiss, as Art eagerly accepted the other boyâs tongue into his mouth.
Patrick threw the pillow out of Artâs lap and sent it careening into the desk on the opposite side of the room. Your eyes widened at the sight of Art, hard and tenting his boxers. Patrick palmed him in his large hands making the blonde whimper into his mouth and buck up, seeking friction.
You swallowed hard, biting down on the straw as you watched Patrick tug at the elastic of Artâs boxers. Art lifted his hips to allow Patrick to tug them down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock to both of you.
âSee,â Patrick gasped, leaning back from their kiss. Art chased his lips fruitlessly, mouth ajar, waiting for more. âHeâs so fucking easy. Come feel.â
You moved closer, looking at Art for permission. When he nodded, you reached out, letting your fingertips graze the soft skin of his shaft. He exhaled a shuddery breath, eyes fluttering shut. Patrickâs hand covered yours, guiding you to squeeze around his length.
He was warm under your touch, silky soft, pulsing in your grip. Your heart hammered just at thatâ at the feel of him in your hand. âFeels nice, huh? Knowing how much he wants you.â You nodded, then slid your fist up, testing the waters. Art moaned softly, throbbed in your grip, aching for more. Patrick smiled like the cat who got the cream. âHands off, just watch me.â
Patrick spat into his hand and replaced your hand with his own. The second Patrick curled his fingers around Art and started stroking him slowly, the blond was mewling for more. âFuck,â he moaned, his forehead knocking against Patrickâs, mouth open, panting. âThatâs good, feels good.â
You watched Patrick rub his thumb over Artâs tip, eyes widening as Art really whimpered for it, hips thrusting up into Patrickâs fist, chasing more of the pleasure the brunet offered.
âYou get it now?â Patrick asked. You nodded quickly, and he tugged down his own boxers. âFuck, okayâ fucking show me.â
Your heart hammered with nerves, but you nodded. You held your hand out and spit into it, mimicking what Patrick had done before you wrapped your hand around his cock.
He felt bigger in your hands, but you didnât say that. One, you worried it might piss Art off, and two, he didnât need the ego boost. And he was slick, beading precum at his tip so each pass of your hands felt slicker and slicker.
And you couldnât help but want to be an asshole. âYouâre wet like a girl,â you said with a smirk, gliding your thumb over his tip.
And he was shameless, nodding with a sly grin. âThat means I like you.â He panted, moaning softly. âBesides, I bet your fucking panties arenât dry right now.â
Well, fuck. You tried to ignore the rush of heat in your belly that those words caused, to focus only on the glide of your hand on Patrickâs cockâ up and down, copying his pace on Art, copying the ways heâd squeeze and twist his hand.
Art was moaning, rutting up into the tight sheath of Patrickâs fist, the muscles of his abdomen tensing and relaxing in unsteady jerks beneath his soft skin.
âFuckâ switch, switch,â Patrick said quickly. Art whined when Patrick stopped touching him, but it was ignored. âWant you to feel it when he comes.â
He guided your hand back onto Artâs cock and nodded for you to move. âFuck, your handâs so soft,â Art groaned. âFaster, faster, fuckââ He was practically begging. You swallowed, increased the pace, squeezed him a little tighter.
Art was touching Patrickâ jerking him off while you brought him closer and closer to finishing. Patrick leaned in, kissed you deeply, pulled Art in too until the three of you were a mess of tongues and lips and spit and hands.
Art came firstâ coating your hand in warm, slick cum, throbbing in your grip. He was panting into your and Patrickâs mouths, moaning softly as you continued to slowly work him through it. Patrick came next, once Art redoubled his effort, focused on making Patrick add to the mess covering your hands.
Patrick was loud, pornographic, messy. Art brought a cum covered hand between his lips, cleaning it up. Your eyes widened.
âArt, câmon, youâre scandalizing her,â Patrick said, like you werenât even there.
âShut up,â you said, shoving him. He laughed and pulled his boxers back up. Art followed suit, and the three of you were left gross and sweating in the heat. You wiped your hand off on one of their discarded shirts and gave a sheepish smile.
They sat there, expectantly. Waiting for you to make the next call. There was a level of want in you, need, but the thought of asking for them to take care of it was mortifying. âDo you want to watch a movie or something now?â
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ê© synopsis: abby and ellie challenge each other to see who can make you squirt first.
ê© cw: SQUIRTING!!!! , overstim , threesome , smut with absolutely no plot , dirty talk , pet names , spanking , poosay slapping , dom! abby , dom! ellie , sub! reader , tummy buldge , mention of masturbation , this is kinda short i'm sorry
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the three of you had been at this for fifteen minutes already. it happened when you mentioned to them that you'd never squirted before. of course, being the two numbskulls that they are, they took that as a challenge.
so now you were laying on your back in bed, abby between your legs and ellie at your side.
ellie was holding your hand, rubbing your knuckles with one hand and rubbing your clit with her other. abby, of course, was wearing her biggest, longest strap she has, and she's pounding into you while she cradled your head.
pathetic little whimpers we're escaping your lips with each thrust, but all you could do was take it.
"shhh... sh sh sh." ellie coos, "come on baby, you can take more."
abby is too focused to speak, hitting that spot inside of you repeatedly. your insides were probably bruised now, and she could feel you clenching around her.
"she's gettin' tight, ellie." abby says. ellie snickers, pressing down and pinching your clit. you moan and your back arches off the bed.
you flail your legs, trying to close them in retaliation, but abby keeps them open. "uh-uh. keep 'em wide and spread for me, sweet girl. you close, huh? yeah, i can feel ya." her words send you over the edge and you're coming for the third time tonight. your entire body convulses with pleasure, and both girls marvel at the way your face contorts.
"no way in hell i'm letting you win." ellie mutters to abby under her breath, shooing her away from you once your high is over.
she gives your cunt a few firm slaps before impaling you with her silicon dick. she bottoms out in one go, the tip of her dick kissing your cervix sloppily. hers is much longer than abby's, making a little bump in your lower tummy.
"s' too big." you whine when ellie's hand meets your stomach, pressing down on the little bump she made.
"you've got it, sweet girl. come on, baby, come on." she whispers in your ear.
abby chuckles as she watches this all unfold. she let ellie go first to get you nice and stimulated, in hopes that she could be the one to make you squirt. but the way that ellie was slamming roughly into you made her believe that that wasn't going to happen.
"hurts." you groan, eyes closing.
"keep your eyes open. watch ellie fuck you." abby commands, so naturally you listen. you open your eyes to watch her slip in and out of you. your thighs were covered in slick, and your next orgasm was coming.
ellie's pants and heavy breaths only turned you on more, and it was getting harder to sit still. ellie had a shit-eating grin on her face, knowing what was about to happen.
"scream my name, honey. come on, let me hear you." she coaxes, and you gush at her words, doing exactly that. you yelled her name, in contrast to the little whimpers and quiet whines you were eliciting earlier. you'd never felt more euphoric in your entire life. sure, you'd come on your own hands, their hands, their straps, and even their mouths several times. but nothing compared to the tingles you felt on every inch of your body.
the sheets were wet.
ellie entire lower half was wet.
you were wet, laying in a puddle of your own substances.
ellie laughs and cheers, "you fucking squirted!"
abby groans in defeat after seeing the utter mess you made. her eyebrows were squeezed together, her bulky hand in a tense fist. she shook her head silently, as if contemplating punching ellie in the jaw.
but ellie was too busy celebrating to notice, "fuck yeah! i did it!" she says, pecking you in every little crease and corner her lips can reach.
you were too fucked-out to comment on her celebrating, or abby's defeat, for that matter.
"how d'you feel, sweet pea?" abby is first to check on you after ellie disappears to go fetch some towels.
"fucking amazing." you mumble, nestling comfortably into the crease between her shoulder and neck, "never knew it could feel like that."
she chuckles, kissing your hairline, "there's plenty more where that came from. next time, i'll be the one to make you squeal like that, hm?"
you laugh quietly at her words, nodding.
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older!rafe loves to put his fingers in sensitive!readerâs mouth & her favorite place in the world is his lap...
cw: mean older!rafe being a tease & making her choke on his fingers, heavily suggestive, size kink, use of daddy
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in love w this man so more of him on the way xx
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Rafe has had a bad day.  Â
She notices it immediately by the way he greets her with only a brief peck on her cheek; carelessly throwing his jacket on the couch before slumping down against the cushions and letting out a washed-out exhale. Â
For the entirety of the week, gloomy clouds have painted over the dusty, colorless horizon and wet water puddles have saturated the socks of passing pedestrians and dog walkers alike. However, Rafe is not someone who particularly minds rainy days, which is why she assumes that the reason for his disgruntled mood has something to do with business, as it more often than not does.  Â
He scratches at the buzzed hair still slightly damp from the rain while she simply stands there and blinks; unsure whether he wishes to be alone or not.  Â
âWhat are you doing? Câmere,â he suddenly orders in a somewhat of a stern tone and she has no choice but to pad over to his sprawled-out legs, lowering to sit on top of him and letting him paw at her waist as his beefy arms pull her closer. And she can't really complain when the heat of his body seeps into her flesh in such a comforting way; makes her insides feel all fluffy and featherlight. Â
In the same way that Rafe seems to enjoy her needing him to take care of her when everything feels like too much, she loves being there for him; likes to feel useful, needed.
âDo you wanna...talk about it?â The muted melody of her vocal cords reaches his ears as vivid raindrops pitter patter against the glass of the windows and he groans in exhaustion at how perfect she is for him.  Â
âNot really,â he dismisses her with a shake of his head. âHow was your day, hm?â Â
âIt was uh, okay. I donât know, the usual. Had some boring lectures, almost fell asleepâŠquestioned every decision Iâve ever made,â she huffs out and settles her palms on his strong biceps.Â
âMm,â heâs only half listening; beginning to mindlessly twirl a strand of her hair around his index finger.  Â
And she takes that as her cue to continue blabbering out complete nonsense as she begins to grow slightly restless being this close to him. Truth be told, sheâs pathetically been missing him the whole day; the only thing granting her the motivation to go about her routines being the thought of seeing him at the end of it all. And now that heâs here, he seems frustrated; mind entirely elsewhere and she doesnât know what to do except ramble on and on about her dull day.  Â
Then, completely out of the blue, heâs grabbing her jaw into his massive hand and hushing her. Â
âShut up for one second, yeah?â He mutters out before heâs tucking a thumb past her lips; a surprised squeak leaving the back of her throat at the sudden intrusion because he was the one who asked for her to talk in the first place.  Â
However, she canât exactly say that itâs unexpected. He often gets a tad bit meaner whenever heâs had a dreary workday and takes it out on her in some form or another. And regardless of how unhealthy all of it might seem, thereâs a crooked part of her brain that yearns for it; wants him to come to her whenever heâs upset. If sheâs utterly honest, the thought of him searching for solace in anyone else makes nausea creep up her bones. Â
For some reason, the firm pad of his thumb making her tongue feel heavy in her mouth placates her; turns her brain into a needy, dingy muddle in a way that only Rafe is capable of. Â
âShit, just needed something to suck on, huh?â He pushes down on her tongue, making her swallow around the digit with a whimper.  Â
âSo fucking pathetic sometimes, you know? Just take anything Daddy gives you,â a low-pitched chuckle thunders from his chest, seemingly amused by the ease in which she gives into him.  Â
However, thereâs also something gooey, syrupy beginning to whirl in the pit of her tummy. It reminds her of the countless times she was perched on the park swing as a little girl during the balmy summers of her childhood; thinking she could reach the fluffy clouds with the tips of her sneakers if only she could fly a little higher.  Â
âFeels nice to have something in your mouth, doesnât it?â He ogles at her, mesmerized with intrigue twinkling in the Carolina blue that has always made her think of the sky.  Â
She lets out a faint moan when he drags the digit out and then back in, making her gag around it; her hips involuntarily rutting against the growing bulge straining against the zipper of his pants, desperate for some sort of friction if even through the soft material of her sweatpants.  Â
âDidnât give you permission to move, did I?â He feigns confusion with a furrow of his brows that gets her to reluctantly halt her shifting.  Â
âDaddy, need your...â Her words are cushioned against the obstacle heâs planted between her teeth.Â
âCanât really hear you, Kitten,â he mocks before heâs pulling the thumb out of her mouth altogether.  Â
However, the next thing she knows, heâs stuffing in his index and middle finger both at the same time. They reach far deeper; a muffled sound of gagging following his actions as he seems to discover a perverted sense of satisfaction from her struggle. Â
"What did you say?" His lips twist into a cruel smirk when she whimpers pitifully and tries to draw away from him in order to catch her breath but his other hand only grips her jaw tighter, keeping her exactly where he wants as sheâs forced to breathe through her nose.  Â
âI think you can take it for a bit longer, yeah?â His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he simply stares, seemingly absorbed into the obscene scene before him.  Â
And she should feel embarrassed, demeaned even. And she does! However, the humiliation of letting him do whatever he wants as if sheâs nothing but a cheap toy for his entertainment blurs over the lines when her cunt throbs in response to his degrading attention. She flutters uselessly around nothing; powerlessly begging for some sort of alleviation with a whine that merely earns her a tut of his tongue.  Â
Therefore, the only thing she can do is sit there like an obedient animal because heâs already scolded her once. She hasnât turned entirely dumb just yet; knows firsthand how âDaddy doesnât like to repeat himselfâ and that the next time she misbehaves will result in a punishment her poor cunt probably wouldnât be able to handle in this helpless state of hers. Â
âDon't think you could take Daddyâs cock even halfway in this pretty mouth,â he mindlessly croons, thumb smoothing over the skin of her throat as she swallows the spit beginning to dribble down her chin.  Â
The thought manages to pique her curiosity because his cock has been at the forefront of her mind for a couple of weeks now, due to him constantly teasing her with the notion of letting her suck him off properly. He keeps murmuring about training her throat and fucking it raw but never actually doing it; merely allowing for her to drool and mouth over the tip because apparently, she's 'not ready yet'.  Â
Sheâs beginning to turn into something desperate because whenever she tries to take more of him into her mouth, he stops her with a click of his tongue and big hands lifting her head off him. âDonât be greedy now, Kitten,â heâd scold her but she's certain sheâs going to die if she doesnât get to feel his cock nudge at the back of her throat soon.  Â
âRayâŠâ she tries to fruitlessly speak but heâs not exactly making it easy as he keeps stroking against her tongue. However, she doesnât need to say anything. He knows what she wants.Â
âI mean, can barely fit into this tight cunt, donât know why you keep whining about wanting me in this mouth so bad. Donât think youâd even enjoy it that much. Itâs a lot, you know?â Thereâs something almost patronizing in the way heâs speaking to her as if heâs not the one who brought the idea up in the first place. Â
Itâs like heâs trying to talk her out of it yet his fingertips keep prodding past her gag reflex every few minutes, almost as if testing the waters before plunging in and itâs making her head spin.  Â
She whines and tries to defend herself but the digits fussing with the inside of her slobbery mouth donât allow for her to form anything audible as she begins to grow troubled. Â
âWhat was that?â The line of his mouth curls when he pokes deeper once more, causing her to moan with watery eyes pleading him for anything at this point.  Â
âSuch a dirty girl. Bet youâd like choking on my cock, huh?â He grunts and she hums in response; nodding fervently before heâs finally withdrawing his hand and smearing the spit-stained fingers against her pouty lips. Â
Theyâre both panting heavily as he gently swipes at her under-eyes in order to catch the teardrops ready to trickle down before petting at the apples of her cheeks with a tenderness reserved only for her.Â
âShit, always know how to make me feel better, donât ya?â He rumbles fondly against her mouth; following his saccharine words with a messy kiss soon after. Maybe he'll finally allow her to have what she so badly cravesâŠÂ
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â emergency contact
itâs been two years since youâve seen your ex-boyfriend, and didnât plan on changing that anytime soon. a nasty villain fight lands you in the hospital during an overnight patrol and leaves you unable to tell the doctors who to call in your dazed state.
âź content. late 20s. ex-boyfriend bakugo, hospitalization, sappy confessions & second chances. distance makes the heart grow fonder kind of deal.
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Sharp, shooting pain down your back and a desperate cry from your partner ⯠that was the only thing you remember from the lastâŠfour hours? Time is becoming illusive at this point, blending together with how fast everything unraveled around you.
Were you injured on patrol? Did that villain slip through your fingers and escape? Where was your partner in all this chaos?
âDoctor, sheâs waking up,â you hear in the distance, muffled but clear enough to understand. A nurse walks into your blurred vision, a soft smile on her lips. âHi hon, youâre in the hospital. Weâre taking you to your room now, hang tight.â
All you can manage to do is nod in acknowledgement, the world spinning on its axis and making you extremely dizzy. Your eyes fall closed, a hazy sleep welcoming you in seconds.
When you wake next, you're not quite sure how much time has passed. The room sits in darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside the window and the various machines chirping around you. There's a static in your head, as if you're stuck on a radio frequency that hasn't been adjusted to the correct channel. Even with all the noise in your head, a familiar voice can be heard outside in the hallway, one you'd never mistake for anyone else.
"It's late," a nurse says, presumably trying to convince him to go home. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can try her other contacts again in a few hours."
"M'sure. Do I need'ta sign in or whatever?"
"No, that's alright. I'll notate it on her chart and let the front desk know. I'll be back in a bit and we can talk more about treatment."
The door slides open to prove you're not imagining things ⯠your ex isn't a manifestation of your delirious state. Bakugo's standing in the dim light of the hallway, tip toeing inside and shutting the door as quietly as possible. When his eyes fall upon your hospital bed, he notices that you're awake and sighs. "Been awhile."
You don't have the energy to do this dance with him, to go back and forth with lightheartedness like old times. "Why are you here?"
His lips press into a straight line, jaw clenched tight as he seems to silently ask himself the same question. He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge by your feet. "I'm still one of your emergency contacts in your hero file."
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There's no way you haven't updated your database profile in two years...right? Bakugo catches onto your confusion and explains before you have a chance to press him further on the matter. "M'the only one who answered."
What time was it, anyways? Your eyes bounce around the room swiftly to find a wall clock. You squint a bit to read it, finally making out the numbers. 4:30...am?
"What did they call you for?" you yawn, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. "I don't even know what happened."
He takes a deep breath as a large hand finds your thigh, resting atop the thin blanket. His touch makes you want to melt into a puddle, memories of your past relationship coming back in waves.
"They didn't tell me much, only that it was life or death. Thankfully, your ass chose life." He shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him. "Somethin' about a villain's poison quirk. Ya got hit in the spine and it paralyzed you temporarily, an' you fell from someplace high up. Your partner caught ya and the paramedics got to you just in time."
Oh. Well, that explains the pain from earlier.
"But why did you answer their call, BakuâŻ" you cut yourself off to correct his name as it leaves your lips. "Katsuki?"
"I'm not heartless, just 'cause we haven't talked in ages doesn't mean I don't care about ya."
You shift in your bed a bit, eyes gravitating toward the window to avoid his gaze. Truth be told, you two ended on decent terms and not maliciously. Wrong place, wrong time...at least, that's what you two chalked it up to. You were both too busy with hero work, too absent from each other's lives to properly be a couple. After a year, you convinced yourself that you were satisfied watching him from afar, catching brief glimpses of his life through interviews and news reports. That was your excuse, a cowardly way to keep him out of reach and prevent you, and him, from getting distracted.
"Hey." Bakugo's fingers squeeze your thigh to recollect your attention, the blanket crumpling under his palm. You're terrified to look at him, knowing full well that in your battered state, you'll crumble like stone if he says anything remotely sweet. Those vermillion eyes of his always had a way of making you weak ⯠soft. "I was thinkin' on my way over here that I should'a called ya, reached out to keep in touch. M'sorry for not doin' that."
"It's...fine," you stammer out, a shaky hand coming up to wave off his concern. "We don't have to talk about that now."
"I don't wanna only talk to you when you're hurt, or worse..." he trails off, screwing his eyes shut to avoid the dread lingering in his chest. "Look. What m'gettin' at is you scared the shit outta me, and it made me realize that I've got a lot to say after all these years."
Oh boy, you brace yourself for impact, expecting the explosive nature to come pouring out any second. But, it never comes.
Before you could stop him, Bakugo's on his feet and leaning over the bed, arms slung around your shoulders to pull you close. A strange but familiar veil of comfort drapes over you in the moment, pulling on your heartstrings. Your eyes begin to sting when the words he whispers finally reach your ears. "M'done usin' hero work as an excuse to avoid you. I wanna talk this shit out...when you're ready. I'd love to make ya dinner again."
You can't help but let out a breathless laugh, arms finally coming up to return his hug. "Only if you promise to make your special katsudon. I've been craving it for weeks."
He chuckles over your shoulder, squeezing you a bit tighter in response. "Deal."
Who knew that a villain was what you two needed to face your fears, to finally admit that the spark was never smothered into nothingness. And this time, something tells you that you'll both make damn sure it stays ablaze.
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If I can hear you chewing and eating from across the room, there is a 110% chance I am fighting back the urge to scream.
#close your mouth#where you raised in a barn?#pardon me ole slappy jaws#don't complain about my habits when you sounds like a fish dying in a puddle
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I-T G-I-R-L!
Synopsis. Making big, powerful boys break beg and follow your every whim? Easy!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, NĂEDY boys, making them whine, bondagĂ©, creampĂes, GOJOâS POWERS, chokĂng Geto, use of âgood boyâ, cĂșmplay, spĂtting, making them CRY, MAJOR overstĂm, bĂ©gging (THEM), pĂșssy-slappĂng, oraI (fem receiving), face-rĂding, matĂng presses, dry hĂșmping, overspill, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k (whew)
A/N. Woke up nâ decided I wanna bully them so here we are. Have a lovely day <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - MR. AND MRS.
âP-please.â
âWhat was that?â
âFuck you-â
It was low - begging - and for the first time, you have that syrupy sweet privilege of hearing Tojiâs husky baritone break with such a whiny crack at the end.Â
Smugly, you swipe an index right across where your puffy pussy was straddling his poor, overworked cock. Collecting the saturated mess along his furious length - still so swollen with the sheer volume heâd been gushing out tonight. All the way up, up, up to that messy puddle of seed glistening all over his flinching abs. âThenâŠI guess mânot letting you cum inside, Toji. Again.â
âNo! No no no- oh.â Tojiâs burst of pained moans are cut off when you shove your fingers between his bruised lips. Dewy, green eyes rolling to the back of his head with each suck and slurp at their milky white sheen. âFuck- you little-â And despite how furious he sounds, you could feel the very tip of his fat head thicken, twitching a jagged pattern along your cervix. With a low growl, Toji narrows his gaze, biting down on your now-clean digits with his sharp canines, âI said- please, my girl.â
Just that simple plea has your boyfriendâs jaw clenching, teeth gritted so viciously at the way youâve been oh-so-coyly denying him the one thing heâs wanted for what feels like hours now.Â
âLouder.â your lips curl into a devilish grin, back arching in that perfect bow Toji loved so much. Only deepening the lingering rolls of your hips down his needy tip. âDidnât hear ya.â
âF-fuck.â Tojiâs throwing his head back, thick fingers coming down to splay out across your bent thighs. âCan you- please-â You could feel every minute flex of his muscled thighs when he efforts to buck your sloppy hips deeper - faster - down his fat cock. Only to be halted by ten mean fingernails of yours pinning him down by his curving pecs, â-please. Wanâ cum inside- let me cum inside goddammit, woman.â
Of course, you decide to tease him by slowing down your pace even more. Letting your sloppy pussy just stroll down every greedy inch of his dick. Trying to hold back your content giggle, âI dunnoâŠâ
And Toji thinks he could yell out in frustration, he thinks he could sob, âFuck- I said please. Pretty please? What more do you fucking want?â
He sounded so devastated. And you swear you could spy wet, bulbous tears at the corners of his long lashes, the familiar scar along his lips wobbling with such precious need.Â
âHmmââ youâre letting out such a sultry drag of your voice, taking so much of your sweet sweet time that Toji thinks heâs about to lose his mind. About to just flip your bratty self over and shove his thoroughly teased cock into you until you forget about that looming threat of not letting him paint your insides white. Fuck, the things he does for you-
âCall me your wife.â
Shit - Tojiâs darkened eyes widen at your little request, jaw hanging open in disbelief and-
âThatâs it?â he laughs - laughs. Rumbling out of his broad chest in a hoarse rasp, and those two strong arms of his tug down your limp body to kiss teasingly at your jutted-out lips. Slipping his hot tongue between the seams, âSâall because my hah- baby wanted to be my- my pretty lilâ wife. Well-â Any and every retort is fucked out of your mind when Tojiâs spearheading into your mushy g-spot with a harsh rut of his hips. â-what my wife wants, my wife gets.â
The bed is creaking with every riotous slam, smearing the velvety pool of cum even farther between your bodies. Sticking to you like a sloppy second skin, strings of lewd juices form and snap when his massive cock stretches your gummy walls until they gape.Â
âShit- shit shit shit, if I knew that was all you wanted-â youâre feeling the languid drag of Tojiâs happy trail scratch your throbbing clit. âPlease- I wouldâve been fucking my wife for s-so long now. Silly girl, sâall Iâve ever wanted- wouldâve begged, gotten on my knees-â
âHngh! Fuck-â youâre squealing when you feel him drip with even more saturated precum to coat your snug channel. One calloused palm of his coming between the two of your slick bodies to smear across the mess from his sweet highs, deftly angling them so that the rounded tips of his fingers are stuffing your leaky pussy with sloppy globs of his seed every time youâre slamming down.Â
âNow nowââ Itâs all you can do to gulp in heaving breaths to make your tone sound warning, but even that sounds too breathless - and both of you know it. Babbling away, â-donât get so cocky- might just- hah, change my mind, husband.â
And fuck. Oh fuck.Â
Your poor cunt just throbs when in a split-second, Tojiâs mouth slacks even further, wrenching out a guttural groan.Â
And then your gushing walls are milking out every ribbon of velvety cum that splurges into your tight pussy. Itâs so much - too much, painting your insides all white with his seed. Tojiâs gasping at the feeling of it sloshing around your elastic walls in slow, clingy swivels coating the both of you.Â
His breath hitches when he spies down at the obscenely white mess below, globs of his cum slobbering messily down your inner thigh. Fuck, heâs never - never - came before you. This was-
âThis better be a proposal, yâknow.â you hum in amusement. âOr it would be interesting that you came early just becaus-â
âThe fuck else would it be?â Tojiâs gruffing out, two warm hands gliding to grip onto the globes of your ass. Still irritated. Still embarrassed.Â
Ignoring your titter, he rams your teasing hips down with a sharp smack! like he was branding all five fingers onto your skin. Plugging your ravaged entrance shut with his weepy dick to stop even more of that thick, gushing cum from trickling out. You mewl when you feel his swelteringly wet tip quirk at the very bottom of your spongy cervix in interest, âNow be quiet and let me fuck you properly as my wife.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Hands-on interventionâŠ
âYou really are trying to get us fired, huh, my love?â heâs murmuring gently, âWhat do you think youâre doing this late, hm?â
Now, Nanami knew he shouldnât have taken on those extra documents, he knew he shouldâve been back home by now. Wrapped up in you and your cute gossip about what happened in your department today.
But here he was, sitting at his empty office. With you - stubborn as you are - straddling him like such a slut on top of his heavily manspread, muscular thighs, his favorite late-night snack. His coworker. His wife.Â
âI should hah- ask you the same thing, Ken.â youâre grinning, the sinfully tight satin of your skirt hiking up with each slow, teasing roll of your drooly cunt against his clothed erection. Itâs so messy. Your syrupy saturated slick mixing in with Nanamiâs steadily beading precum. âDidnât we both agree to no more late nights?â
Heâs heaving out a shaky sigh, running a warm hand up and down your arched spine, âI know, I know. I apologize.â
That frantically achy little pulse of your slick-glossed cunt on top of him told him that he wasnât forgiven just yet. And Nanami gulps - loosening that yellow, speckled tie of his with the tight bobbing of his Adamâs apple. Rich tone shaky - shuddering, even, âHow- how do you want me to make it up to you, darling?â
Youâre batting your lashes at his expansive mahogany desk. âWellâŠâ
Of course he shouldâve seen where this was going - with your high-heel-clad feet swiveling high in the air, digging into his broad shoulders. Stitches in your poor skirt popping and tearing with each bullying thrust your husbandâs planting on your ravaged in this tight mating press.Â
âK-Kenââ youâre letting out such a sickly sweet moan when his fat, weepy tip collides with the very bullseye of your sensitive g-spot. Your fingers work deftly to reach into your skirt pocket - pulling out that familiar tiny hot-pink bullet vibrator.
âWalkinâ around with that during work?â Nanami gasps, barely tearing his eyes away from that heavenly sight of your swollen pussy entrance wrapped around his girthy shaft. âSuch a dirty girl you-âÂ
âOh sânot for me.âÂ
And fuck, Nanami can only watch - can only gape his clenched jaw open when your devious fingers dip the feverishly shaky vibrator down, down, down to kiss so delicately at his thick hilt.Â
âOh!â His towering body wracks with a shiver, full, heavy balls clenching so tightly. Hammering his rawly aching cock so thoroughly into you, hips pistoning forwards with the carnal need for more more more- âWait- Fuck! M-my love?â
âYesâ?â youâre humming, low and sultry and oh Nanami already knows heâs gone. He can only pray he leaves with his sanity intact.Â
Splaying out two large hands on the sides of your head, the documents on top rustle in sync with those saturatedly hypnotic squelches echoing from your ravishing cunt. âIs this- sâthis oh, fuck- please.â Nanami screws his eyes shut when youâre holding down the device even harder onto his glistening shaft. âSâthis- is it- because I broke our hah- promise?â
âMaybe.â youâre breathing out into his panting mouth. So enveloped by his weighty figure that it was almost difficult to work your little magic. âMaybe I just got tired of waitinâ around for you to finish overtime, Ken.â
âPlease!â
Over and over. That tiny spark is enough to have him barrelling back into your dripping wetness with reckless abandon.Â
Heâs so utterly ruined - glasses sliding down his high nose-bridge, thighs quivering with sensitive need. And you could just feel every fresh wave of heated precum painting your cunt in a glossy new coat. âFuck- tell me please. Please, darling, mâbegging.â
âPromise me no more overtime.â Youâre grinning, fingers still steady tracing his most sensitive spots.Â
âP-promiseâŠâ
âNâ to always hurry home to me?â
âI promise! I promise- promise to always come home- to you- always. Please-â heâs startling you with a soft pad of his thumb rolling over your neglected clit. Such a low, broken keen leaving him at when you start drawing harsh, methodical circles on the sensitive spots along his length. âN-no more overtime. Please please please- feels too good- what do I do- what-â
Ah, success looked so pretty.
Nanamiâs eyes were already so watery, stern lips trembling with little apologies about ânever workinâ overtime again.â So uncharacteristically disheveled in a way that makes your mouth water.
âShit-â you hiss when that pointed nub of the vibrator accidentally hits your widely stretched-out pussy. The velvety cling of your walls making him hiss furiously. Disrupting, fat tip nudging all those crevices along your snug channel. âHah- donât think Iâd let you off so-â
Before you can react, heâs hiking a long leg up on the desk to angle his crashes with scary accuracy. Just colliding against your bulbous g-spot with no hesitation. Pushing, with the very edge of his weepy tip - far, so far that you could scream.
Over and over and over- So elastically stretching out your snug hole to your limits to take him in all his long, throbbing entirety.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck I know, I know.â Heâs alternating between long, rough strokes to shove you further and further up the cool desk, and shallow lingering grinds to mold your pretty walls to the exact form of his swollen shaft. âIâll do anything- anything, please just- cum.â
It only takes a few more calculated pistons of his hips, and a touchy, teasing smack! onto your weepy cunt before youâre crashing headfirst into your orgasm. Cumming all around his wildly twitching shaft, your velvety walls just mending all around the shape of his pretty cock. Your toes curl, back arching into such a bowing bend. And in the split-second your grip weakens, Nanamiâs seizing that hot pink devil in your hand.
âF-fuck wait-â you squeal at at familiar bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt echoing across the filled-out walls of your cunt. Squeezing inside the tight fit where Nanamiâs fat shaft was nestling, tremoring so deliciously against each and every one of your sweet spots. Stuffing you full. âWhat-â
âDonât forget - youâre working overtime, too, my love.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - No need for air
âF-fuuuck, gorgeous.â Getoâs melodic moan makes your cunt throb, a fresh gush of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down to where he was slapping your puffed-up clit with his fat head. The angry divot of his tip smacking up once, twice onto the too-sensitive nub.Â
âSo fuckinâ wet fâme-â he whispers from behind, gliding a thumb across the glossy sheen trickling down from the corners of your slit. The sight of his glistening fingers makes him bare you with such a crazed, feral grin, feeding you inch by fucking in languid, bullying rams. â-almost makes me forget the hand around my throat.â
At this, your nails are digging in even deeper around the pale, long column of his throat. Leaving neat, red indents that stand out. And you swear you could spy his leering grin grow even wider at that sinful sting.Â
âWhat about it, Sugu?â youâre grinning over your shoulder. Gasping for air at how relentlessly he was trying to squeeze his fat shaft through that tight, glossy ring of muscle.Â
Each drag of his throbbing shaft has your fingers tightening more around his throat. Making Geto feel so woozy and lightheaded with each little grind into the glistening channel past your puffy folds. âHeh, really like fuck- it rough like this, huh?â A low groan drags at the back of his throat when you start pushing your limp hips back in a jerky little cadence to try and meet his. âShit- shit shit shit sâtoo good. Youâre suckinâ me up so tight sâalmost hard to fuck into ya. Almost makes me wanna-â
âCum inside?âÂ
This earns you a punishing smack! on your bulging cunt, cool metallic rings of his burning into your skin. So sopping wet and struggling to expand your gummy walls around his expanding girth. Drawing out a dark chuckle from the depths of his chest, âReal funny, gorgeous. You and I both hah- know sâjusâ your hngh! cockdrunk mind talking.â
âNoooââ youâre tugging him in a desperate, vice-like grip to crash your lips against his. Whining against his lips, âSânot. Really really want you to cum inside, Sugu. Fâme - please? Like a good boy?âÂ
It was a little slip of your tongue - really - and you didnât expect anything more than another teasing slap to your cunt, maybe even a joke at your expense.
But what you didnât expect was for the sloppy cadence of Getoâs hips to falter just a bit. Youâre turning your head just in time to catch that glassy, far-away look in his eyes, jaw slacking open to let out a shocked gasp. You hear a sharp pop! from his toned hips before theyâre surging forwards to barrel your poor cunt with every weighty inch of his girth.Â
Over- and over and over- One large hand of his is catching around yours to squeeze - warningly. Letting out a strangled, âG-gorgeousâŠâ
Oh?Â
Brows quirking, youâre batting your lashes so syrupy slow, âAre you gonna be my good boy, Sugu? Make me a momma?â
Another lewd push and pull, having you bouncing back on Getoâs sharp hipbones with such loud smacks! of skin-on-skin. Ringing into the humid, heady air and wracking his body with almost-painful shivers.Â
âF-fuckââ Heâs struggling to find the words - to even think with his melty mess of a mind. Such a delicate blush burns at Getoâs scowling cheeks when youâre facing him with a surprised grin - one he hides by latching his lips onto the crook of your neck, hiding away the smile threatening at his plump lips. âGod- youâre gonna be the death of me. Donât you fuckin-â
Your firm grip grows even firmer, resolving to him choking in large, breathy exhales. âGood boy.â Craning your arm around deftly to cup his pretty cheek. âYouâre gonna do what I say, right?â
Shit, he was a goner.
It has the same effect, and once again, your big bad boyfriend is reduced back into a whiny mess. Heâs planting two strong legs on the drenched silken sheets to fully fuck his bullying cock all the way into the back of your plushy pussy.Â
Usually sharp tongue so heavy and slurring. Babbling out little pleas into the rhymically jiggling valley of your breasts - âOhhh yes- yes yes yes please let me- wanna- mâyour good boy, right? Let me cum inside, hngh shit! Wanâ you to take it- ah- a-all, make you a momma.âÂ
He lets out wet, feverish pants when you drag him close enough to moan that dangerous little word into his mouth. âPlease? Please let me?â Geto nuzzles his cheek into your soft palm, heady movements so slow. Syrupy - like he was moving through molasses. And itâs like he doesnât even realize what heâs doing when heâs popping one of your fingers into his mouth. Delicate pink lips looking so pretty - depraved - wrapped around your ring finger. âWanna knock you up- hah marry you.â His eyes roll to the back of his head, âPut a ring on this finger- nâ a baby in ya pretty pussy.â
Meeting that increasingly ruthless cadence by fucking back to memorize each thumping ridge, each prominent vein along his girthy shaft. Twitching. Angry. Heâs nodding - nodding so feverishly - tears crinkling glisteningly at the corners of his lids. âPlease- please call me that again. Let me make you a momma, please.â
You donât get to hear the rest of his sentence, because it only takes a few more solid, thorough swallows of his rummaging cock before heâs speechless. So fucking pussydrunk he canât piece together anything but your name followed by a slurred-out string of profanities. Close. Too close.Â
Staring into Getoâs heavy, half-lidded gaze, you whisper such a saccharine sweet, âThen, cum inside fâme like a good boy, Sugu.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âCrybaby.â
Itâs by the second orgasm that Choso feels a bit jittery, thighs quivering uncontrollably, chest heaving up and down in pained, ragged little gasps.Â
Itâs by the fourth that Choso feels nervous, he trusts you - of course, he does, youâre his sweet girl after all - and yet he canât help that churning heat in his pulse. Heavy balls squeezing weakly with each glide of your soft palm down his red, achingly stimulated length.Â
Itâs only by the fifth that Choso is sobbing, big fat tears trailing down to his glossy lips. Such a rosy red and bitten in worry, hips fucking up in jagged, mindless little grinds. Oh, it takes everything in Choso to not cling on desperately to your feverish hand right now - dwarfed by his sheer girth, so glossy with a thick sheen of precum - yet still dragging up and down relentlessly. Treating him like some toy.Â
âBabyââ your beloved boyfriendâs wet gasp catches in his throat when you swivel a curious thumb underneath his sensitive slit. Letting a fresh gush of his saturated precum glisten down to your wrist. âBaby baby baby- please. P-please, I donât think I can- ngh- give yâanymore.â
âI think you can.â your leveled hum cuts through his frantic pleas. âDonât you think? After all, you were so happy getting off to my panties like this, werenât you? Ruining them?â
Itâs like the very memory of his shameful act has Choso fucking his jerky hips up into your soft touch, arching his muscled back into a beautiful curve on your soaked bedsheets. Oh, how embarrassed he felt - how shameful, being caught in the very act by you, fingers deep in your panty drawer.Â
Despite his very obvious need, heâs shaking his barely-lucid head. Damp, dark tresses sticking to his sweat-glossed forehead, curtaining those glassy eyes. Slurring out, âFuck! Please mâsorry mâsorry I donât think- canât-â
So deceivingly innocently, youâre batting your lashes in a way that has his massive girth jolting ferally in your hand, âBut thatâs all I really want, Cho~?â
â...â
Leaning down, Choso could feel your mean smirk against his hotly flushed skin. Dragging up his salty trail of tears, kissing so gently meanwhile your next words made him think heâd pass out. Sultry, and whispered right against the shell of his ear, âThen we better make this last one count, right?â
âAh!â heâs yelping, large hands scrambling for the sheets - the headboard - you when you seat yourself so prettily on his splayed-out lap. Greedy cunt feeding into every long, solid inch of his achy cock in an easy glide. It felt so good - it hurt so good. Fuck, he thinks heâs gonna- Â â-die.â Choso rasps, jittery hands coming to rest at your waist. âThink mâgonna die- gonna- fuck fuck fuck-â
You didnât even have to think of moving, yet - because all it takes is for Chosoâs gushy tip to be swallowed up by your snug channel - the slightest taste of heaven, the slightest squeeze - before youâre being slammed down onto the plush mattress.
Breath puffing out of your lungs, gasping at the sheer stretch when your dangling legs are being thrown over Chosoâs broad shoulders. Wrapping tight into a vice-like grip when he folds you in half, down, down, down into the meanest mating press you didnât think either of you capable of.
But rationality was the last thing on Chosoâs mind, right now.Â
âBabyââ heâs hissing, fully sheathed inside your dripping cunt to that thick hilt of his. He gulps at the stars bursting behind his lids with each slow, lingering grind. Nuzzling into your touch, âBaby, canât b-believe youâve ahh- brought me to this state. Mâsorry hah- please forgive me.â
And you almost feel bad - that is, until Chosoâs swiping his fat tip against your spongy cervix. Still feeling every single pads of your fingers burning down his raw shaft every time your puffy cunt milks him tight. Heâs jutting in jerky, unmethodical little humps - feeling less human than just sheer need.Â
âW-well-â youâre gasping, when he gives such a ruthless smash into your bruisingly bulging g-spot. Bonelessly, you wrap your arms around his pale neck, tugging him in so close. A full-body shudder wracks through his entire body when you crane your glossy lips up to bite down on his ear lobe, â-how about you cum fâme again to make up for those three limited edition panties you stole.â
His jaw falls even more slack at your little sentence, a shiny trail of drool dripping from the corners of his ravaged lips.Â
âBaby, please.â heâs hissing, moving pistoning even sloppier into you as if on autopilot. A cracking ah! ah! ah! leaves Chosoâs mouth at every bullying crash against your g-spot, every dizzying thrust. âAnything else. Please please-â
Through his blurry vision, the blood roaring in his ears, Choso could make out your soft suckling kiss against his slack lips. âCum fâme, Cho.â
Maybe itâs that honeyed little nickname, maybe the way the curve of your thumb glides away his mess of syrupy saliva. Or maybe it was the way your velvety walls come to form around him so tight - squeezing almost meanly. Once. Twice.Â
Choso doesnât know - nor does he fucking care right now.
âF-fuck I canât believe-â his eyes snap so comically wide open, letting out such a long, drawn-out drawl of your name. Hips stuttering to smack forwards, â-mâcumming- shit, it hurts- it feels so good. Mâcumming mâcumming-â
Choso cums - in ghosting, wispy streams of almost-translucent fluid. Withering out into nothing, until his poor, overworked cock is spurting out just blank heavals. Cumming dry, the only signs of him fucking you through his high being that shaking in his thighs, that frantic twitching of his shaft - flinching to nudge into each dripping sweet spot inside you.Â
And his broken, pleading cries, âFuck- mâbuying you the hah- wh-whole store. Fuck- please, baby just-â Nudging his sobbing cock even deeper to brand at your cervix, â-just one more.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - TASTE
âYou little-â
âWhat?â youâre leering down at the great Ryomen Sukuna. Pink locks splayed out across the decadent silk sheets, pretty face framed so perfectly by your thighs. âCat got your tongue?â
âNot quite.â his long, rosy tongue licks a strip up your exposed skin. All the way up from about midway at your inner thigh to just the edges of your drippingly wet panties. Syrupy sweet, and see-through with all your juices. âYou really think this is gonna make me say sorry for uh-â
You have to stifle a low laugh when Sukuna cuts himself off with a ragged hitch of his breath. Sharp, cursed eyes widening - just a fraction - honing in to let his greedy tongue loll out. It takes him only a split-second to catch that droopy ooze of your slick, beading through your sopping slit and right onto the middle of his tastebuds.Â
âMmm-â heâs licking that lewd little gloss all over his lips without even a shred of abashedness. âWhere- uh where were we, brat?â
Without warning, youâre lacing your fingers through his surprisingly soft strands. Pulling - hard enough to make him groan - until the tip of Sukunaâs nose was just kissing at the lacy mound of your cunt.Â
âI believeâŠâ youâre smirking at the way thatâs all it takes for him to slide the thick seam of his tongue between the thin fabric of your panties. Red - to match his eyes. Not wasting even a second when he lets your honeyed sweet cunt drool all the way down to the back of his throat. âNot gonnna make him say sorryâ your ass. â-you were in the middle of apologizing for forgetting our little dinner date.â
You donât think he hears you - you donât even think he breathes. Because with one, final shuddering breath puffed out onto your quivering pussy, Sukuna is meshing his lips with yours in such a messy kiss. Fast, thirsty. Clashing against your swollen folds, slurping past your flimsy excuse of panties to latch around your throbbing clit. Heâs hollowing out his cheeks to give them harsh, methodical little sucks.Â
âShit- mmpf- fuck I always forget how sweet you are.â heâs rasping, two large hands coming up to spread the globes of your ass. Pushing you up, up, up to slobber all your saturated slick down the lower half of his face - his cheekbones. âCâmon now, ride my nose- hah, use me with this cute cunt like you always do.â
Fuck, was it tempting. And it takes everything in you to tug away his salivating mouth with a loud squelch! And if you didnât know any better, youâd have said that the infamous king of curses let out a whine - a whine - watching those delicate strings of spit and slick snap away when you hoist yourself off his greedy mouth. Â
âWhat the fuck, woman?â
âI told you, Kuna.â you whine out, as scoldingly as you can. Wrangling against those big beefy arms trying to desperately pull you back down, âYou hafta apologize.â
Youâre teetering precariously when Sukunaâs entire chest rumbles with a groan, eyes rolling so sassily. âWhat did you want me to do?â he clicks his tongue. Baring you with such dangerous fangs that glisten with your juices in the dim light. âHad to kill off some scum curses, sânot my fault. Mânot apologizing for- shit-â
Any and every retort is knocked out of his mean mouth at that heavenly sight of you running your trembly fingers between your puffed-up pussy lips. Pushing past your panties to run them up and down where your dripping wet cunt needed you most.Â
âOh?â youâre quirking a brow at how transfixed he was. Following that shuddering gulp when you roll your neglected clit between two fingers. âCat got your tongue now?â
His jaw slacks open when youâre teasing your winking hole, glossed-up and already so pliant with where Sukuna had just dipped the edge of his soft tongue inside. His mouth waters at the memory, âIââ
âOr is it that you just donât hah-â youâre arching your back even more to give him the perfect view. Fingers getting a bit more frenzied, circling around the very edge of that ring of muscle the way you knew he loved to do. â-want this-â Whining out, â-Kunaâ?â
That was it.
âFuck, sit-â Sukunaâs gritting out through clenched teeth. And when youâre only stagnating and hovering tempestuously in front of him, he wraps all four large arms around the small of your waist. â-fucking sit, woman.âÂ
Youâre squealing at the force of his inhuman strength, dragging you down unceremoniously onto his awaiting mouth. With this, heâs spitting on your cunt. Once. Twice. Three whole times to add to the glistening gloss that collected down your folds.Â
âMâsorry, see?â he goads pridefully. Oh, if anyone heard the cruel king of curses apologizing like this, theyâd faint. Giving the fat of your ass a branding smack! Hard enough that he could feel all five bumps of his sweltering fingers on your skin. âFuckinâ little- oh- spoiled little-â But Sukuna canât even finish his sentence - canât even think about it with his mind so saturated. Hot tongue mashing in to swerve and drag across those sweet spots hidden at your plushy walls. âSaid mâsorry, sâthis good enough for you?â
Your pussy such a sopping wet mess that Sukuna canât help but kiss again. And again. And again and again and- âSee mâsorry. Mâso, so sorry- fuck just never take this pretty pussy away from me, little brat.âÂ
And now youâre sure he lets out a whimper - raspy, and a few octaves higher than his usual baritone. So deep now that he was just cinching your pulsing clit across his sharp nose. Murmuring, âStop laughing- can feel ya shaking- before I cancel our dinner reservation for tomorrow. Mârenting out the whole fuckinâ restaurant, so ya better give me my fill.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Bed chem.
âIt wonât-â If you didnât know any better, youâd say that the great Gojo Satoru was pleading right now. Praying. Voice shot, pretty pink lips wobbly, pale hand raw and red from tugging on those fluffy handcuffs. Heâs pouting, âWonât work.â
He was so picture-perfect, restrained tight to the headboard with those customized handcuffs youâd ordered. Blinking his weepy, blue eyes droopily, slurring words that were all bark and no bite.Â
Youâre rolling your eyes, giving his spit-glossed lips a lingering little peck, âDidnât think you were such a pussy, Toru?â
âF-fuck who are you calling a-â It makes your cunt absolutely drip with a fresh wave of honeyed juices when you give his sensitively overworked shaft another thorough glide of your drooling walls. Meshing your pussy lips with the very hilt of his angry, red cock. âPlease- fuck when youâre riding me like that, sweetheart.â heâs yanking frantically on those restraints as if to hold onto your feverishly gliding body. âThink- hngh! Think I really will explode-â
âOh?â youâre cutting through his babbles, eyes flitting over his powerful arms, those glassy eyes that just seemed to glow in the dim bedroom lighting. âI knew I wasnât seeing things, so you do think that- ah- your powers are linked to you-â
Your thoughts are spiraling into a gooey mess when Gojoâs uncontrollably strengthened thighs leverage themselves on the silken mattress to just rut up into your squelching pussy.Â
âJusâ wanna see, Toru.â youâre huffing, reaching a hand behind your ruthless hips to palm at his painfully squeezing balls. Rolling the soft pad of your thumb over the curve of their straining texture - just the way he liked it, âWanâ you to cum fâme. Just wanna see.â
âUsing all your dirty tricks-â heâs spitting, mouth sagging open to let you plant a few somewhat apologetic kisses down Gojoâs face. âI canât-â Another harsh buck of his hips, and with such a loudly pornographic mewl heâs bullying his overwhelmed cock up, up, up to swerve into your neverendingly sloppy staccato - right into your sweet spots. âFine- fucking fine- hah- use me. Use me for whatever- just, please. Fuck I just wanna cum- pleaseââ
Youâre very quickly realizing that those handcuffs can do nothing to restrain Gojo Satoru. In fact, the only reason theyâre still on him unscathed was purely out of indulging in your cute little play.Â
Gifting you with such a sexily cocksure grin he tries to mask away his furious flush, his trembling voice with, âN-no, mânot a- hngh! Mânot some grade 4 sorcerer. Iâm the fuuuck- strongest, why would my powers go out of control when I cum- fuck-
Gojoâs blabbering mouth is cut off with each gripping slide down his achy cock. Molding your plushy walls to each of his eager twitches, so fucking massive that you had to balance your hands on your boyfriendâs broad deltoids to even have him reach each hidden deep spot inside you.Â
It makes him throw his head back, it makes him cry out, it makes him whine.Â
And it only takes a few more churning strokes of Gojoâs hips, a few more critical mashes into the spongy bullseye of your g-spot before youâre cumming. So hard that you donât even realize it at first.Â
Gojo does, though - of course, he does - fighting back against the velvety cling of your cunt to fuck you into the desk so deeply. So purposefully that he can almost feel every indented bruise of his fat tip hitting against your slick cervix, your bouncy g-spot. Wave after wave having you milking the fucking soul out of him and-
âFuck mâgonna-â heâs whining, hips stuttering upwards like theyâre pained to pull back from your heavenly pussy. If even just to thrust his greedy length all the way back in. Gojoâs breaths come out in ragged pants, chest heaving up and down. Somehow, the hairs on your body raise, and you can feel that familiar tension of pressurized atoms. âCanât hah- last much longer. Fuck- please. Mâclose- gonna cum gonna-â
That sobbing little divot at the end of his angry, thick head just bursts with thick, long ribbons upon ribbons of sloshing white cum. Gliding across every inch of your tight pussy, coating all your insides in a creamy color that was so Gojo.Â
Itâs so much - dripping down the corners of your bulging slit in oozing little dredges, making such a mess of your rapidly overfilling cunt. Almost too much - it felt like you could explode.Â
Youâre almost missing that familiar little flash of blue lightning at the corner of Gojoâs pussydrunk eyes. Glowing and almost falling shut with just how fucking good it felt to have your milky cunt sloshing full of his seed. The thought- the thought makes him-
Youâre gasping when the lamp by your sloppy bed starts flickering so dangerously, once. Twice. Before bursting into tiny shards that flick at the both of you - only to be stopped, falling to the surrounding blankets just a few centimeters short like they were hit by an invisible wall.
âT-Toruââ the sound of your voice makes something in Gojoâs heating body raise its dark, feral head. And he only wrenches out of those pathetic handcuffs to wrap two big, strong arms around your waist. Face burying into your skin, fucking up into you over and over and-
CREAK!Â
The bed groans at his rough cadence, so loud even over the dragging wooden noises of some of the furniture nearby inching forward like they were briefly tugged by some magnetizing force - Gojo.Â
Bingo.
And itâs like something snaps because youâre jolted with a sharp spark of electricity. White-hot pleasure blissing down your entire limp body, and suddenly your high feels like itâs being repeated over and over and-
âHey- hey, sweetheart?â Gojoâs voice sounds so far away. Lazily, your heavy lids blink back your vision - when did it even become hazy? â...yâknow how every science experiment has about five trials?â
â...â
A/N. I donât want to write a longer version of Gojoâs but the demons in me want to write a longer version of GojoâsâŠ
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Good boy
synopsis: Choso ditched you for his brother. His punishment? Getting tied up and watching you get off.
pairing: Choso x reader
cont: fem reader, established relationship, kinda sub!Choso, restraints, masturbation, cumming untouched, bed humping, oral(r!r), dirty talk, cum eating, praise
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Choso's strong arms pull against the rope that binds them, secured in a way that can even hold him down. He's sat on his knees with a pout on his face while a puddle of pre-cum grows on the floor underneath his twitching cock, a line of the slick connected to the tip of his dick.Â
Choso has to remember to swallow every so often as he watches you piston your fingers in and out of your cunt, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His face is all screwed in lust and need, his eyes glossed over and lips swollen and wet from how frequently he licks his tongue over them.Â
The squelches emanating from your pussy only makes his cock throb even harder. "F-fuuuuck Choso-" You whine, spreading your legs further apart for him, letting him get a better view of the mess you were making between your legs. Your fingers were coated with your wetness and were only getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.
Choso's cock bobbed at the sound of his name leaving your lips. "It hurts, I- I wanna fuck you now," Choso begged, stuttering out his words. He felt like crying, his poor balls felt so heavy and he needed to feel something wrapping around his cock before he lost his mind.Â
You shook your head, adding your other hand between your legs to start rubbing at your clit. Choso whined, watching astutely as your cunt squeezed around your fingers at the added stimulation. "D-did that feel good?" Choso asked, his eyebrows furrowing together tighter. "You got tighter when you touched yourself there." He explained.
You gasped, rubbing your clit faster while looking up at him, your eyes darting between his cock and his eyes which were focused on your hole. "Yeah, Cho, f-feels so good." You replied, your pace faltering for a moment as you rubbed your clit perfectly, making your mind go blank.Â
Choso's breath picked up, he was panting loudly now, squirming on the floor. "I wanna lick it. I- I wanna lick your pussy." Choso cried, licking his lips. "Please, please give me something It hurts, my cock hurts." You almost started to feel bad, but each time your eyes found his desperate face, it was hard to.Â
He looked so vulnerable, so needy, it was a good look on him. "No Choso, t-this is your punishment for ditching me for your brother." You said, staying adamant in your stance on not letting him fuck you. "I- I know I know I'm sorry, I don't have to put it inside just- please, please give me something." Choso cried, his shoulders flexing as he tried to wiggle out of his restraints.
Looking at him for a few seconds, you decided a little something couldn't hurt. Pulling your fingers out of your cunt, you sat up and crawled toward Choso who sat by the wall. He watched with hungry eyes as you slowly made your way closer to him, leaving your previous spot against the back of the bed.
"You wanna taste me?" You asked, tilting your head at him. You braced yourself on your knees and leaned forward, placing one of your hands on his upper thigh to steady yourself, dangerously close to his cock. Choso nodded hastily before you even finished speaking. "I'm not going to touch you, this is all you get." You told him, making him look into your eyes so you know he understood.
"Okay, thank you, thank you," Choso asked, his eyes dropping to your hand that had just been inside of you. "Open." You instructed, watching him with bated breath as his jaw fell open and his tongue fell out, his eyebrows furrowing together in need. "Good boy." And with that, you pressed your fingers against his tongue, letting him wrap his lips around them as he sucked off your juices, his tongue swirling around them.
A smile graced your features when his eyes rolled back in his head and a loud muffled moan vibrated your fingers. Your mouth fell open in a small o, the feeling of his tongue licking your fingers making you feel a new sense of need between your thighs.Â
Suddenly, Choso bit down on your fingers, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to catch you off guard, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. You watched Choso's body jerk repeatedly, his eyes fluttering in their sockets before you felt something warm and hot land on your thigh.
"Oh fuck..." You whispered to yourself as Choso whined around your fingers, his tongue still working adamantly around them, trying to prolong your taste as much as he could. Choso's cock bobbed heavily in the air, his balls throbbing as he released his seed all over you and the floor between you.Â
Your fingers slipped out of his mouth when his chest fell forward, his head landing against your shoulder. "Oh my god Choso, fuck." You whined, your body feeling like it had been set on fire. Choso was cumming. Choso was cumming hands-free, just from tasting you.
You reached out to grab his hot cock at the end of his orgasm, slowly jerking him off, trying to milk every last drop out of him. "Oh- y-your hand-" Choso groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, wishing he could cling onto you with his arms right now. "F-feels good, feels so good keep touching me, please." He begged.Â
You knew you weren't supposed to touch him, at least according to your own rules right now, but when he begged so sweetly it was hard to ignore him. Choso breathed heavily against the side of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "You like my taste that much, baby?" You asked, running your freehand through his hair, still every so slowly jerking him off.Â
He nodded right away, a soft "uh-huh" leaving his lips. "You're so cute Choso, so cute." You praised, dropping your eyes to his cock, noticing how his abs still clenched and twitched every so often. He made such a mess, his cum had drenched your thighs and the floor under him.
"You made such a mess though, Cho." You said, gripping his hair tightly between your fingers, pulling him out of the crook of your neck softly. "Look at all this, it's everywhere." You said, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs at the sight as you pretended to act annoyed.
"I- I'll clean it." Choso immediately offered, looking up at you like a puppy as he nodded at his own words. You let go of his cock and wiped your hand clean on your thigh before grabbing his soft face in both of your hands, which he leaned into, his eyes closing as he nuzzled against your palms.Â
"How are you gonna clean it with your hands tied behind your back?" You asked, waiting for him to suggest a certain idea before you did. Choso was one step ahead of you as he answered, "My mouth, I'll use my mouth." He said confidently, his face staying serious even when you smiled, your eyes raising in surprise.Â
"Yeah? You gonna lick up your own cum off my thighs?" You asked, a hint of teasing in your tone. Choso nodded right away, already trying to lean down to start when you slid one of your hands behind his head and gripped his scalp, tugging his hair sharply, making him groan as he was stopped in his tracks.
"I'm not gonna make you do it on this hard floor, come lay on the bed with me." You said, your thumb rubbing against his cheek. Choso followed you like a duckling as you grabbed his forearm and pulled him backward with you towards the bed. You helped Choso situate himself between your thighs, his arms stim bound behind his back.
Choso sighed in relief, in this position his cock was pressed firmly against the sheets, making his still prominent arousal get a little relief. Choso nuzzled his head against your thigh as you placed your legs around his shoulders, your hands gathering the stray hairs around his face, making sure his hair didn't get any cum on it.
"Good boy Choso." You praised, looking at him fondly as he licked his first fat stripe against your thigh, taking his tongue back into his mouth and swallowing quickly before he scrunched his nose and opened his mouth for more. His reaction made you giggle. "You don't like the way you taste?" You asked, feeling yourself throb the closer and closer Choso got to licking up the cum that was right next to your throbbing pussy on your inner thigh.
Choso shook his head before swallowing, his hot tongue making your thighs clench as it caressed your skin repeatedly. "I was just thinking I feel bad for you." You laughed at how cute he was beginning before you shook your head and ran your fingers through his hair to recollect it before you held it back again, out of his face.
"I like the way you taste Choso." You said, making his eyes shoot up at you, locking onto yours as he leaned forward and licked another stripe against your leg, the eye contact making you swallow hard. Choso blushed at your shameless words before he shut his eyes and continued cleaning you off.
Your breathing started to pick up when his licks became kisses and bites, and he became less and less focused on cleaning off his cum, the trail of his mouth getting dangerously close to your cunt. You were throbbing at this point, you almost wanted to beg him to touch you. "Choso." You said softly, about to warn him not to touch you per his punishment, but you were unable to do so, instead tightening your hand on his hair, hoping that would get something across to him because there is no way you had the will to tell him not to touch you right now.
Choso looked up at you with lidded eyes, all glossed over and fucked out as he shimmied closer to your cunt, licking the skin just under your pussy lips. The look on your face now was pure lust and unbridled need as you swallowed hard, watching Choso try and be sneaky. Keeping his eyes on you, he stuck his tongue out before he leaned forward and opened his mouth, his tongue falling out, making your breath pause before he closed his eyes and made contact with your cunt.
"Oh fuck Choso-" You whined breathlessly, your head immediately falling back against the sheets at the contact, your grip in his hair loosening as you held him against you using the nape of his neck.
Choso moaned softly, shaking his head back and forth against your pussy as he lapped at your folds, his tongue breaching the entrance of your pussy as he swallowed up your wetness, replacing the bitter taste of his cum with the sweet taste of yours. Because Choso's arms were bound behind his back, the only thing holding him up was your legs that caged him in, so his face was getting buried in your pussy, bringing you the most delicious pressure.
"M-mmmm-" Choso moaned into your cunt, his fat tongue stretching open your walls. "B-bad boy Choso, you're such a bad boy." You scolded, with no real malice behind your words. You were too horny, and his tongue felt too good to care about him breaking your rules. Choso hummed in response before his plush lips found your clit, wrapping around them.
"Oh god- right there Choso- Fuckkkk right there-" You moaned, gripping his hair and the nape of his neck ruthlessly, trying to ground yourself. Choso moaned against your clit, the sound vibrating your pussy, making your body jolt and jerk with the stimulation.Â
You suddenly noticed how much the bed was shaking, which snapped you out of your own head a bit as you thought you were the one causing the commotion unconsciously. Peeking your head back up, you saw Choso's hips rutting quickly against the sheets, his eyes firmly shut as he ate you out, his tongue batting against your clit expertly.
You watched the way his hands clenched and unclenched in the restraints, the muscles of his back flexing every so often as he tried to fight them to no avail. "Does your cock feel needy again?" you asked, looking down at how sloppily he was working his tongue and lips against you. He nodded, his glossy eyes peeling open to find yours, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you gonna cum like that?" You questioned again, noticing how harshly he was fucking the bed, the frame squeaking underneath him. You blushed hard, from an outsider's perspective it sounded exactly like he was fucking you.
The man between your legs moaned as he nodded, his eyes staying locked on yours save for the occasional fluttering as he ate you out. His answer made your pussy clench around nothing. Choso was so shameless and desperate, you felt like you were gonna cum just from watching him hump the bed like some dog in heat.
"M-make me cum with you." You begged, feeling yourself on the verge of your orgasm. "I'm about t-to cum." Choso felt his balls tighten at your confession. The taste of you flooded his tongue, your smell invading all his senses as he flicked his tongue against your clit with twice the intensity, trying to make you cum before he did.
Suctioning his lips around you harder, your back arched against his face, which Choso followed with his head, not wanting to give you a second without pleasure. "Right there, right there, d-don't stop Choso, don't f-fucking stop-" You whined, your hips now humping against his mouth on their own volition, forcing him to nod his head with you to keep up, increasing the stimulation.
Choso was getting restless, he needed to touch you, needed to feel your body against his hands. He hated these damn restraints. Just before you felt yourself reach the edge, you heard an unintelligible 'snap' before you felt Choso's hands on you. Which is weird because you could've sworn you tied him up- but you couldn't think much about it as his tongue rubbing against you pushed you over the edge.
Choso gripped the fat of your thighs, keeping you flush against him as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. Choso followed only moments after, his cock humping weakly against the sheets as he came for the second time, his cock rubbed raw from the comforter, but that didn't stop him from fucking it roughly, pretending he was releasing his seed inside of you as he came.
Moans of his name falling from between your lips as your thighs snapped around his head only made his orgasm feel that much more intense. You had to practically push him off of you when the shocks of your high died down, his tongue starting to push you into oversensitivity. Peeling your eyes open slowly, you looked down at Choso, who was gripping your thighs, then over to the very expensive red shibari rope, which had been snapped in two.
You opened your mouth to speak but the next thing you knew, Choso's lips were on yours, his softening cum covered cock pressing against your inner thigh as he crushed you with his body, his arms coming between your and the mattress to wrap around your body, keeping you flush against him. All you could do was moan in surprise and gasp into his mouth as he forced his tongue between your lips, your taste flooding your mouth.
After the rushed, needy kiss, Choso pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you by your lips. His face was flushed and sweaty, and he was panting heavily, almost louder than you were. "I don't like that rope." Were the first words out of his mouth, making you giggle. You grabbed his face and pulled it against you, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"That rope was really expensive." You said, looking at him with raised eyebrows. Choso stared at you blankly before he squeezed his arms around you again and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his sweaty body overwhelming yours with heat. "Good. Don't buy another one I don't like it." He said pouting, his body relaxing into yours.Â
"I won't as long as you don't ditch me for Yuuji anymore." You said, poking the tip of his nose. Choso crinkled it before he nodded and buried his head deeper. "Okay. Sorry." He replied, his breath tickling your collarbones as his breathing returned to normal. "Good boy, Choso. You're a good boy.
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Lovemaking Afternoon
warning: smut. pure smut. nothing kinky though.
His chest brushed against your back with each pump of his hips, moaning in your ear and letting his jaw go slack and fall open. Hot breath ran down your neck as goosebumps erupted on your sweat-slicked skin, a shiver running down your spine and shooting sparks of pure electricity into your bullied cunt.
"Fuck, baby, you're drippin'," He drawled in your ear, as if in awe of the puddle of slick beneath your hips, making the sheets uncomfortably wet and sticky but he only saw it as something cute. You could be almost as messy as he was sometimes.
His voice was always a bit deeper in the morning, but a few rounds of mid-day sex could get his tone lower than ever, chest rumbling against your back as he grunted out his awe-filled praises.
"Please, honey. Cum again, won't you?" He was begging, really. He just couldn't help it, couldn't care less if he sounded desperate or whiney or whatever the hell you'd tease him for laterâ if he didn't feel you clench around his cock and gush in the next few seconds, he thought he'd go crazy.
His hand was a clumsy as it pressed itself against your front, palm against your abdomen and knuckles pressed to the sheets of the bed while he snaked his way down you the space between your hips, fumbling with the front of your sex before pressing his fingers against your clit. The bud was small and easily breakable in his fingers, but he had done this enough that his touch was on autopilot, so easily circling his digit around the nub and pressing on it with his middle finger.
"Please, I- ahhhhh," He moaned, pressing his face between your shoulder blades as he felt that familiar splash of liquid against his balls when you came, cock twitching as it spurted his load so hard in your womb it was a wonder it didn't come out your nose.
"Ah, ah, ba-aby," He couldn't think, let alone talk. Not with such a perfect pussy squeezing him tighter than he thought possible, hips bucking and twitching urgently into your ass. He didn't care that drool was spilling down the corners of his lips, or that he looked rather pathetic with his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Good, so good, please- please."
You'd think he was done by the way he panted like a marathon runner, but oh no. He just needed a second to catch the breath you had stolen from him, then he'd be right back to it.
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As a Mouse Hybrid you had the habit of getting into trouble whenever you could. Mostly it was just so you could tease and pester your Cat Hybrid bf till he snaps and gives into your playful nature. Even during his precious sunlit naps.
So when you stroll on up on the bay window where he rests, nose twitching cutely, and you plop down on top of him to nuzzle in all close the suspicion rises within him instantly. Not trusting your adorable behavior.
âWhat do you think youâre up to this time, little mate?â Your bf rumbles, his claws teasing your skin as he grabs handfuls of your warm plump flesh in his palms. Pulling you closer to him as if itâs impossible to get you close enough.
Little squeaks slip past your lips as you grind yourself into him, your neediness consuming you. You just want him so bad and donât know how to ask for it.
Your bf growls as feels your hot clothed cunt rub against him, his cock hardening instantly. His body more than ready to take care of its mate.
âSo this is what youâre playing at. Need me to fuck you till you canât walk anymore, baby?â
He tortures you as he slowly removes your clothes, ignoring your whines and squeaks as you writhe against him, desperate to have him inside you. You gasp when you feel his hard cock slowly slip between your thick thighs, pushing through your wet folds and nudging deliciously at your clit.
âP-p-please,â you whine, weakly trying to angle your hips to take him inside you. Your bf gently shushes you, his arms curling around you and holding you to him tightly.
âI got you, I got you,â your mate says soothingly.
With a twitch of his hips he sinks inside you in one long smooth stroke. Your tail whips around behind you, jaw dropping as his length stretches you out so perfectly. Your fat pussy pulsing more and more around his ribbed dick with each smooth stroke.
Loud mewls echo throughout the house and your bf is glad your owners are off at work because he would never dare silence your lovely sounds. No, he wants more.
His arms secure you to him and he braces his feet on the bay window before picking up his pace, slamming his cock deep inside your gummy walls. His length hitting everything right until your toes curl in pleasure.
He takes you higher and higher, your body buzzing with an ecstasy so close you can barely handle it. Your cries grow louder with each brutal thrust. The fact that you canât move, canât escape even a moment of pleasure, has your pussy spasming.
With a strangled cry you cum so hard on your bfs cock that you see stars. Your body floating into unimaginable pleasure. He doesnât stop rutting into you, making your body shake in his hold till he shoots his hot cum deep into your womb. Wanting you to feel how he fills every inch of you.
Youâre a puddle in his embrace as you sag against him, your body spent and your mind all hazy with your orgasm. You nuzzle into your bfâs neck, your whiskers ticking his throat.
He chuckles and wraps his tail tightly around yours, wanting to make sure every inch of you is touching him as you two bask in the warmth of each other and the sunlight.
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