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I Lasted Ten Rounds!
Synopsis. Marathons - theyâre better in bed.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, marathon sĂ©x, major overstĂm, pĂșssydrunk boys, CĂMPLAY, creampĂes, mean Geto, squĂrting, innapproprĂate use of jujutsu (Gojo and Sukuna), pĂșssy-slappĂng, best friend!Choso, aphrodĂsiacs, true form Sukuna, dp, spĂtting, BRĂEDING, making them cry, full nĂ©lson, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Hope yâall have a good leak day mwah <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 5 rounds
âRaw.â he breathes, and thereâs a strained - almost whiny - shudder being wrenched out of Tojiâs hulking body when he sinks inch after long, hefty inch into your plush cunt. Bullying past the barely-there resistance of that first ring of muscle with such a harsh tug of your pliant body down his swollen cock. âR-raw. You- fuck- you finally let meââ
No, it wasnât the first time you let Toji fuck you into these silken bedsheets without a condom - that was a few hours ago. But that didnât stop him from spitting out that same, strained accusation, the same greedy little push and pull of his toned hips smacking sloppily against your clingy pussy.Â
He was addicted.Â
âO-oh, Tojiââ youâre babbling, swollen lips glossed with tears, thighs burning at just how long heâs been pounding into you like this. âSâalready the- the third? Fourth? Or-â
âFifth.â heâs cutting you off, with a hoarse chuckle - voice shot already. âFifth nâ-â Head lolling drunkenly into the crook of your neck, itâs all he can do to bite out brokenly, â-oh, my girl- hope yâknow mânot hahhh- letting you go until I physically canât anymore.â
Fifth, huh?
Oh, it was setting in - fuck, was he feeling it. You were so pretty underneath him, sweat-slicked body splayed out all shamefully for him, slurring words barely coherently. And Toji couldnât even keep his eyes open, stars popping up behind his lids at every one of your velvety clenches, abs burning with each ravaged mash of his overworked, weepy head against your ravaged g-spot.
Fingers jittery where heâs hauling your body desperately to his muscled one. Clinging onto you so close - like a lifeline - that you could hear every tremoringly quiet ah! ah ah! following those long, solid glides, feel his happy trail scratching against your sluttily arched back.Â
It almost hurt - but it hurt so good, that even after painting your gluey, sloshing insides white four times tonight already, Toji wanted more more more-
A bludgeoning knee comes down to shove your thighs spread even wider, spreading your puffy pussy lips so gapingly around his thick shaft.Â
âOh sh-shit.â heâs hissing. And Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never throws his head back to let out such pained whimper like this.âSuch a f-filthy pussy.â His pretty pink lips purse to spit a languid wad of his spit down on the bullseye of your slobbering cunt. The chilling dredges oozing a slow trail down your split-open pussy. âThe fifth time- nâ yâpretend like this cute cunt of yours canât handle more of me.â
âNgh-â your teeth are clamping around one of the cushiony pillows, trembly fingers scrambling jerkily at the headboard, the plush mattress, anything- âYouâre in s-so deep- feels like mâgonna pass out. How the hell are you still going?â
Toji rolls his eyes, acting for all the world like those whiny little words of yours donât have his red, angry tip painting your insides with another honeyed coat of his sweltering precum. âTold ya not to hah- test me doll- just had to run that pretty mouth, huh?â
Youâre keening when all five of his calloused fingers come up to smush your cheeks together embarrassingly, âSaying mânot gonna last going in raw- look where ya are now.â Tojiâs craning his head to leave wet little kisses up your spine, your jaw, your forehead. Fully bending you in half to meet his lips, angling his riotous hips to graze his sensitive slit right against the swollen, bruised divots on your cervix. âLook where I am- I canât stop.âÂ
And your hypnotized hips can only manage to give a last sticky heave meeting Tojiâs drunken staccato before splaying limply down on the bed. Moaning around the lewd sucking of his lips around your heavy tongue.Â
âNo- no come back- shit, mânot-â Heâs slowly losing control of those lingering thrusts, desperation bleeding into the way his big arms frantically circle around your weakening waist. Dragging you up, up, up like some glorified ragdoll, âHow are ya n-not able to keep up when you hah- came up with the idea, ma.â And for all how gentle heâs being suckling on your pouty lower lip, one hand of his glides down easily to cup at your bulging pussy. Smearing in another quick, branding stream of saliva on your struggling, swollen folds spread so lewdly open around his thick hilt, âOhhh, gonna make a man lose his sanity with a pussy this heavenly. Doesnât seem so fair now, does it?â
That delirious little shake of your head makes him bare his canines in a grin, smiling at how utterly fucked-out you were on his mean cock. Thereâs a lazy, glistening trail of drool at the corner of your lips that Toji idles out his hot tongue to lick away, âNow now. Why donât you- ah- use those words like a big girl, huh?âÂ
âHah- didnât-â those wet gurgles bubble at your throat, dying down after each harsh clash into your most sensitive spot. Heâs reaching every nook and cranny inside of you - drilling cock expanding even girthier with each heady second. âDidnât think youâd get so-â Another pretty glob of spit onto your cunt, â-addicted!â
âWell, what can I- hah- say?â Each taunting word is pushing you further and further up the bed, Tojiâs tense hips hammering into you with no rhythm and rhyme now. Just lingering, mindless grinds chasing that painfully good smack! of his heavy, cum-filled balls at your ass, âWhen- ngh- when life gives you a wife this cute-â
You think heâs cumming - you think youâre cumming. But you canât even be fully sure at this point, your own high nothing more than a few white-hot tingles, Tojiâs overwhelmed cock straining to squeeze out a few more wispy strings of his milky seed. Until you were drenched in a silky coating down your inner thighs, beading pearly drops of his seed and your sweet sweet juices. To stuff you full even more.â-fuck her at least five times.â
âAt- at least?â
Toji grins, âAt least.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - As many as you can take (and a lilâ more!)
âMy love.â Two soft pads of Nanamiâs long fingers tap gently on your cheek, lingering when he lovingly cups your glossy pout. âMy love.â
Biting your lip, you whine at his heated intrusion at your pretty cunt. Free hand thumbing open your soppingly wet slit to spread even wider around his thick hilt, scratching up so rawly against those neat tufts of blond at his sharp pelvis. âNânothing, sâjust that- hahhââ cocking your head to nuzzle his large palm, âYouâre not- not tired, Ken?â
âDoesnât matter.â he breathes, minty hot breath fanning your face when he leans in. And you think heâs going to kiss you - to maybe mouth away those big fat, overstimulated tears rolling down your face - but instead, Nanamiâs stern lips wrap around your lolling tongue. Sucking. Moaning so depravedly. âAll that matters is that- hngh- thatââ Splaying out all five fingers on your stomach, pressing down hard where he can feel the divot of his very head, â-the mother of my future kids sâdoing alright.â
He can feel that rotund clenching of your snug channel, the way your pussy grows increasingly more soaked with every stuttering nudge at your g-spot.Â
When the heady bedroom air is only punctuated with a few sticky squelches from your cunt Nanami has to grit out - to force himself to speak. âPlease-â hissing at the velvety silk or his seed swirling around your hole, it makes his toes curl, overworked balls squeeze achingly. Shit. âGive me an answer- please, darling, your cunt sâdriving me insane. Fuck- Iâve- Iâve lost count at this point how many times I-â
At this, you canât help but giggle. Reaching up to lick at the stray, glistening tear falling down his sharp cheekbone, âAre- are you crying, Ken?â The heels of your trembly feet curl tightly against the sinful dimples at the end of his spine, plunging him even deeper into the gloopy bottom of your pussy. âCanât take any more?â
âNo!â Nanamiâs usually steady voice just cracks pitifully at the end. âNo no no- just- hngh! I can take it- can give yâmore. Anything for you, ma.â
Each of his hammering thrusts are slowly getting meaner. Slowly losing control. Theyâre haphazardly alternating between long, thorough slams of his entirely swollen length to mere jutting, half-thrusts - as if it just pained him to part with your clingy pussy more than that.Â
And, shit, heâs so thick - so jaw-slackingly hefty when he twitches animalistically against all your sensitive spots. Gliding in solid, wet smears of his leaky tip against your cervix reminding you of the sheer strength he held. Fucking you so mean, like he doesnât even realize heâs doing it - tired, fatigued body moving on animal instinct.
âDarlingââ Nanamiâs wet croon has you blinking away the lusty haze in your pupils, locking them with his own blown-out ones. âEyes on me- have to make sure you can- ngh-â You can hear his jaw click with strain when youâre giving an experimental squeeze of your velvety cunt, â-m-me. Hafta make sure you can take it- you can take it, right?â
Youâre gasping out brokenly, nodding in response to his question - thighs jittery and you donât know whether you want to run or fuck yourself back down for more more more-
âThen why are you running, ma?â
Just as those billowing words leave his mouth, Nanamiâs falling back onto his thick thighs, grabbing your body right along to seat you prettily down his brutal dick. It was devastating. It was sloppy how silky, stringy ropes of cum were rushing down in a glossy coat. Smacking so sluggishly down below.
âWh-what?â youâre batting your teary lashes, jaw hanging open at just how much this didnât sound like your usually gentle husband. Deep voice jagged, gutturally dangerous - he was talking to you in a steady, hard tone as if you were some prey. Setting his lewd sights on you to mash up even harder into your pretty cunt.Â
Heâs breathing out shakily in a way that told you he was getting close, thighs aching, red tip so angry and flinching in such a dizzy way. âWhy- are- you-â The metal band of his gold wedding ring burns into your heated skin, digging possessively when he hauls you close. â-running away? Donât- donât think you can escape, darling.â
Those drenched silk sheets bunch up messily behind you at just how firmly he was halting your escape. âSâjusâ-â youâre whining, in that syrupy sweet tone that makes him only grow painfully harder. Stiffening his back to drill copious inches, heâs tracing his fingertips back across your stomach. â-youâre in so deep. Think mâ- hah, think mâgetting close.â
âA-ahâ of course you are.â he whimpers, tone lilting upwards at the end. It was just so stimulating how you were taking him so well despite being stuffed to the brim, overflowing in a creamy sheen. âGotta- gotta get my pretty lady to cum- ngh! Breed her pussy full.â And oh, despite how composed Nanami seemed on the outside you could sense the waver in his words, the way his ruthless pace was evening out to something more messy. Untamed. âMake her the most beautiful momma.â
Brows knitting deeper and deeper every, it hurt - fuck, but it hurt more to not stuff you full until you were round and glowing. To leave even the tiniest chance of you being carried out of this bedroom without carrying his future kid.Â
âYou can do it- cum fâme.â Itâs almost like heâs whispering to himself at this point, stamina withering. One hand of his guides your other own down from your searing grip on his unkept strands, down past his tear-slicked cheeks, down past his wobbly plump lips. Wrapping your fingers tightly around Nanamiâs pale neck, forcing your nails to dig into the sweat-beaded skin. âCum fâme- jus this once, because after this time mânot gonna be playing nice, my love.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 7 rounds
âShhh, gorgeous.â Getoâs hushed, smooth voice in your ear would almost be soothing, his large thumb gliding against the very peak of your puffed-up clit almost distracting- âSâall part of your special initiation.â
If it wasnât for the rest of the cult standing behind those semi-sheer watching all of this happen to you, that is.Â
Ah, you didnât know whether that syrupy sweet idea of a special initiation - a rite of passage âjust for youâ - had you joining Getoâs religious association even sooner. Â
Because here you were - your thighs burning with the relentless stretch of Getoâs forearms hooked underneath them, spreading you so fucking shamelessly towards where the countless others in the group were stood behind the covering around the creaky bed. A barely-there sense of privacy while he just ravaged you into the meanest full nelson possible.Â
âOh- fuuuckââ Getoâs groaning at your drunken little squirms on his cock, mouth salivating at the wet squelches being wrenched out with each pressurized thrust. âJust one more round now- come on, sevenâs my lucky number. And yâwanna hngh- finish the initiation- right, pretty girl?â
His two strong legs plant even more vice-like on the absolutely drenched sheets, seeping into the creamy puddle of cum and honeyed slick spreading further and further each obscene second.Â
That lolling nod of your delirious head has him crashing his sensitive, throbbing tip against your spongy g-spot, already so branded with the bruises of his divot. Holding back each whine after whine threatening to drag out from his throat when your swollen lips meet his in a sloppy graze of a kiss.
Shit, you were so cute - no wonder he had the fucking brilliant idea of fucking you like this. Even if it hurt - even if his achy cock was rubbing raw, over and over and-
âAww, my pretty baby wants a kiss?â Getoâs leering grin only grows when he glides a dripping coat of wispy precum right across the back of your cervix, itâs so hot inside you - and you feel drunk off of every ooze of his cum from before, sloshing down in a milky white sheen. âWell not until you hngh-â Heâs moving to bite down onto your earlobe, pussydrunk mind wondering whether your gummy walls were shaping around every ridge and vein of his shaft by now. â-cum fâme once more.â
âS-Suguââ your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the warm, wet cascade of his juices down your thighs, slipping and sliding you easily down his girthy length. âDonât know if I- if I can cum- hah-â That admonishing smack! on your achy clit is taken in stride, gaping your gummy entrance even wider to swallow his every fucking inch greedily. âBut- but I wanna. Wanna cum fâyou so badly.â
Thereâs a muted shuffling from behind the curtains that have Getoâs darkened eyes narrowing in hostility, and heâs possessively turning his head to take in that sinful view of you down below.Â
Shit- he couldâve almost came from just the sheer sight. The sight of your glisteningly puffy folds stretched to their limits around the creamy translucent ring around his thick hilt. Velvety walls contorting to massage his attritioning veins, grinding in thorough, purposeful gyrations against his heavily twitching balls.Â
You were taking him so good.
And Getoâs never been more happy you couldnât see the full plane of his face. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the mere sight, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip as if to draw blood.Â
âThen do it.â Getoâs biceps just bulge against the small of your waist when they dig into a restraining loop around your body, pinning you down so helplessly to his sculpted front. âCum fâme like a good girl then. Show me, show them-â The hand not rolling over your sensitive clit dips upwards to angle your face towards the still-watching crowd. His lips are drag so slowly at your heated ear, â-show them what a good girl you are fâme.â
Your cute, wobbly lips cry out in a broken little whine - and then your slutty cunt is just gushing down the entirety of Getoâs furious front. Slobbering a glossy, glossy sheen that coats his milky skin, syrupy and sticking - meshing your bodies so close together he doesnât know where you begin and where he ends.Â
âGood girl- good- hah- good girl.â Getoâs gritting out, trying for all the world to not sound as wrecked as he feels right now. Fuck, ignoring the spiking sensitivity, the stars behind his eyes to chase every little suck of your sopping wet walls, thighs trembly, eyes crinkling with such pathetically big tears. Shit, heâs pussydrunk. Only babbling out, âOhhh- so perfect fâme, right? Even squirting- too generous fâme, gorgeous.â
It only takes a few more gasps from his ragged chest - heaves even. Delicately pink tip stuffing you so wholly full itâs like youâre about to explode, and Getoâs not too far behind.Â
Not at all, in fact, with the way a final, harsh nudge against your springy cervix has him spurting out ribbons of creamy white cum. Oozing out in a thick, viscous polish that drools out of your bulging slit. Leaving a lewd trail of evidence where Getoâs fat cock was rummaging your poor insides. Over and over until heâs shooting nothing but blanks.
And itâs so hot, that you can almost feel it in your lungs. Limbs twitching mindlessly, heâs finding it easy to pull out - to display the gloopy filling lazily trickling out of you. Those slender fingers of his on your clit dance just downwards to circle the ring of your sloppy hole, swirling around that messy gloss. He coats his fingers until they just gleam in the dim lighting. Around and around.Â
With a look of pure, unfiltered pride Geto clears his throat authoritatively. Jolting, you realize heâs not addressing you this time, âEveryone, say hello to your new second-in-command.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 6 rounds
Choso thinks heâs cumming - Choso thinks heâs crying, begging out such broken little pleas in your open mouth. Heâs wrapping five pale, jittery fingers of his around the furiously red base of his cock, angling the bulbous head of his fat tip just right to press deeply into your greedy entrance.Â
âOh!â youâre smirking down at your best friend, biting back a wrecked moan at just how much he was stretching you, barely even reeling back at the brief resistance. His shredded patience can only wait a beat - two - more watching the snug channel of your cunt gush down in thick, hot streams of his seed from earlier, before bucking his hips up, up up- âEven five times wasnât enough for you? What did I hah- tell ya about th-the-â
âI know I know, mâsorry, babyââ Choso cries, dark lashes batting at his cheeks when his eyes scrunch up into a pathetic bawl. âMâsorry I accidentally ate your- your âspecial chocolateâ but I fuck- it feels like mâburning all over. Like mâgonna die if I donât fuck your cute cunt.â
And yet his bruising grip on your hips donât waver, heâs still prying down your sticky body onto his, strong arms wrenching open your thighs to straddle him even wider. Still so needy - so hot all over with the itching greed to fuck you until one of you breaks.
Truly, it was a surprise to come home and find out your sweet best friend had raided that joke stash of aphrodisiac chocolate gifted by your coworkers last week - a welcome surprise.Â
Because here he was - splayed out on your drenched silken sheets, big fat tears glistening across his cheekbones, toned body jolting so harshly at each one of your touches. So pussydrunk that you almost wondered whether it hurt, how his poor, overworked cock wasnât fucking seizing at this point.
And even if it did, Choso wouldnât complain - not one bit.Â
âPlease-â his breath comes out in a feverish puff, as wild as the fingers now toying with your swollen clit. Smearing the creamy dredges of his seed all over your puffed-up folds in tight little circles over and over and-Â
Slam!
In a split-second, Chosoâs hands are being pinned above his head. It wouldâve looked almost comical - your much smaller ones restraining his own, fingers twitching animalistically with every sloppy drag down his pulsingly needy length - but oh, was Choso letting you. Letting himself be used like your favorite toy.Â
âYouâre being real greedy, Choââ your teasing voice sends shivers wracking down his entire body. Powerful thighs bucking up in pressurized ruts up into your squelching cunt. âFirst you ate my- hah- secret stash, nâ now youâre being so hasty makinâ me cum.â
Each one of your words are punctuated by a sticky slam down onto his slowly-reddening pelvis, the fat of your ass being smacked with his sharp hipbones. You were riding him to insanity.Â
âYes!â Chosoâs jaw hangs deliriously open, rosy red lips forming around your name again and again like a mantra. âMâso greedy- so greedy for your pretty pussy.â He whines, and just the feeling of your velvety walls milking his fat length for so long has his syrupy mess of a mind thrown into such a primal frenzy. âCanât help it when youâre so heavenly, babyâ K-keep wantinâ to fuck this cunt forever.â
The painful pull of your fingers weaving into his dark strands have him keening, latching onto the very tips of your sensitive nipples bouncing temptingly onto his face. âCanât help it.â he echoes, swirling his hot tongue around your sweet areola, looking up at you with his gorgeously glassy, dark eyes. âReally canât help it.â
Thereâs such a sickly, syrupy sweet staccato of Chosoâs probing tip pressing deep into the drippingly wet g-spot inside you. And slowly - but steadily - your deft fingers find themselves dancing a path down to wrap around Chosoâs heavily gulping throat. Breath hitching when they squeeze-
âCum fâme, Cho-â he raises his lolling head up to meet yours, meshing back into a messy excuse of a kiss. Your teeth sink down to tug on his pouty bottom lip, fingers tightening, âCum fâme- sâall to cure you of this chocolate after a-all, right?âÂ
At the reminder of that, his wrists try to wrench useless in your other handâs vice-like hold. And honestly, Choso doesnât know if he wants to cum again - he doesnât know if he can. But the soft clingy feeling of your walls against his girthy shaft have him gasping, poor, overworked balls so raw. Tight and clenching painfully with every crashing push into your g-spot. Heâs absolutely ruined.Â
And both of you know it.
Oh, his head was so light now - your fingers vice-like around his pale throat. The only thing that Choso can seem to urgently choke out right about now is a honeyed, dragged-out drawl of, âSpit-â His wild cock leaking hot precum in another drippingly saturated wave everywhere, âSpit in my mouth, babyââ
And you do - that translucent wad of saliva barely hitting right in the middle of Chosoâs lolling-out tongue before he cums. That ravaged divot on the very tip of his fat head stuttering out only one, two tiny beads of milky seed before heâs riding out such an addictively dry orgasm.Â
Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head, body sweat-slicked and clinging onto yours with creamy strings of cum and spit. So desperate when heâs fucking into you so filthy, pummelling you along the curve of his length like he was trying to drag out another milky stream of seed. Again and again and-
It takes only a split-second to break out of your hold - of course, it does - and youâre barely even registering it when Choso pins you back onto the sloppy mess of your soaked sheets. Hips still relentless, voice still ragged- âThink weâre gonna hafta hah- skip the dating nâ go straight to marriage after this, baby.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 8 (and a half) rounds
If there was ever a time that the infamous king of curses would let out raspy little whimpers of his baritone voice - muscled just heaving deep gasps, looking at you all four eyes glistening with wet tears, hearts in his gaze - it would be right now.Â
When the day sitting around his throne had been too long, when thereâd been just a few too many scum curses groveling at his feet.Â
When you were sprawled all prettily on his muscular, manspread thighs, your expensive robes pulled up just enough for that gummy cunt of yours to stretch open gapingly around his two matchingly rock-hard cocks. The plush of your ass on full, obscene display for him, limbs twitching with each swallowed-up inch down his fat, throbbing lengths.Â
âFuuck- take it easy, woman.â heâs hissing, powerful hip rutting upwards to skim his sensitive tip over the ends of your slobbering pussy.Â
That has you pouty tearily, huffing out a low, âW-well- jusâ want you to hngh- be right-â Skittish fingers fluttering over to where you could feel him coating every hidden spot of your insides in his potent seed, angry cockhead bruising your taut channel more and more open around him. It was such a delicious stretch. And youâre pressing down where you can feel the divot of his head knock feverishly on your womb, splattering around milky dredges inside you, â-here.âÂ
Sukunaâs hips just surge forwards, like he didnât even realize what he was doing.Â
âKuna- wh-wha-â youâre barely able to get out, whirling your head half-lucidly over your shoulder. But you donât get very far - because one domineering palm hastily turns your face right back. âWhat are you-â
âNo.â heâs letting out a strangled moan, leaving neat little indentations of his black, sharpened fingernails on your skin. âNo you donât get to- ohââ In a flash, sharp canines are digging menacingly right above the pulsepoint on your throat, and his hot breath fans over your ear. âAh- yâdonât get to see me hngh- like this- fuckinâ embarrassing. I canât even-âÂ
Sukunaâs cutting himself off by getting up onto two unsteady feet, holding you plastered so close onto his bowed body. The position is so precarious that for a second youâre worried, wondering how the hell the two of you havenât broken any bones these past eight rounds.Â
Itâs his reversed curse technique, you later learn - but for now all you can do is gasp at your legs dangling in midair, spine arched back against his bulging pecs in a perfect arch, raising your head up, up, up and oh-
His eyes are aflame, glowing through the hypnotically dim lighting. Teeth bared into such a vicious grin one which only curls wider when you ask, âC-canât even what, Kuna?â
He hisses down at the absolutely sultry look on your face - kiss-bitten lips falling slack into a soft oh! eyes half-lidded and miles away, your moans ringing through his ears like his favorite melody. âHeh- the fuckin- ah-â Another staggering push past your clingy sopping walls have him spitting out little swears, vision blurring dangerously at the corners. â-the fuckinâ audacity t-to ask me that, knowing what yer doing to me. Sâpposed to help me relax but youâre hngh- driving me insane.â
You swear, you could feel his bulbous heads grow even thicker, expanding their way into contorting your gripping walls around his very shape. The even deeper intrusion has him throwing his head back, Adamâs apple bobbing with a dragged out moan of your name.Â
A limp hand of yours dares to thread its way into Sukunaâs, tugging - pulling, âLook at me, pleaseâ?â And when he finally does - though, not before punishing the curve of your ass with such a stinging smack - you smirk, âLook so- ngh! pretty when youâre ruined like this, Kuna.â
That makes him falter - it makes his eyes grow just a bit wider, the insides of your elastic cunt being inflated open with another fresh wave of his furiously leaking precum.Â
âDonât-â Sukuna clears his throat of any traitorous dredges of a whimper, âDonât push your- your luck, brat.â
But he couldnât hide the fondness in his tone, that tiny little drawl of a whimper in his words. Heavy, pink lashes clumping up together with his overstimulating tears. It only takes a few more solid rams into your sweet hole - milking the bloated ends of his lengths for something delicious - a few more sharp, branding slams of his curving balls against your cunt. So large and aching for release that when they do, the sheer volume of Sukunaâs cum makes you dizzy.
Double the amount. It overspills, splattering half the thick, silky contents onto the decadent throne room floor. Soiling a sinful little puddle that he just canât help but smile at, tutting mockingly, âNow now, look what youâve done- making things even- hngh! even more stressful fâme now with this to clean up.âÂ
Out of his four beefy arms, two of them pin your own easily behind your back, the other dipping down to roll your puffed-up clit between his thick index and thumb. And the last one- fuck, the last one was pooling all the milky white ribbons of cum slobbering out of your stretched-out entrance. Velvety spurts dousing your walls once more - and heâs having so much fun, molding out your gummy cunt around to squeeze his fingers right in-between his two cocks.Â
Still rutting into you - still cumming from both heads - every jackhammering thrust sparks stars behind his eyes. Back muscles curving deeper and deeper into you when he replaces every dredge of cum oozing down your saturated slit with a new one. The thrumming hum of his jujutsu making you keen-
âSo messy. Such a filthy cunt my woman has-â he sighs, in a dark little way you knew meant he was just seconds away from tearing you apart. âHmmmâŠwonder if itâll be more relaxing. if I cum dry?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - RIP.
The strongest looks up at you with big, teary blue eyes, long lashes twinkling his pretty cheekbones every time heâs batting them. âPlease. Just the tip-â
âToru-â
âPlease.â Gojo whimpers out, two of his massive hands laying at rest on the curving globes of your ass. Squeezing. Kneading you desperately in shallow, lazy grinds up and down his furiously leaky cock, âPlease, sweetheart, donât think I can handle cockwarming.â His abds are aching when they flex upwards towards you, âHavenât had my hngh- fill just yet.â
Youâre gasping when he has the audacity to give your plump clit a sharp smack! the pressurized buzz of his jujutsu from earlier sending white-hot electricity running down your arched spine. Splaying your cunt so deliciously to massage against your bulging g-spot. âN-nice try.â you grit out, legs trembling at the feeling of his thick, potent cum sliding out of your surprised entrance. âBut I donât think youâre ready- youâve already set the lights off with your jujutsu being overstimulated, Toru.â
âJusâ the tip- mâkay? Just the tip, I swear-â If you were of a clearer state of mind maybe youâd have pointed out that Gojo was well past the tip at this point. Feeling his fat head curve at your womb, knocking in a merciless, methodical pace. âJust missed you so much today- hah- gotta make up for lost time.â
He flashes you a devilish grin - one youâre somewhat ashamed to admit has your sopping cunt drip down a fresh sheen of your sweet sweet juices down his curvaceous length. Pooling at his frantically, painfully squeezing balls.Â
And Gojo notices - of course, he does - even with his six eyes getting a bit too bleary right about the eighth? ninth? round. Ah, fuck, it didnât matter anyway-Â
âThen- then thatâs good, isnât it? Lights out- across all of hah- Tokyo, I bet.â His wretchedly strained tone is so different from the incessant pace of his bullying cock. Bludgeoning deep into your most secure spots, heâs nudging apart every velvety crevice of your walls, making such a mess of the creamy white seed of his dripping from the inside. Gliding his nose up the sweat-slicked column of your throat, âSo really- we have nothing better to do. How about you- hngh- let me paint this pretty pussy white all over again?â
Of course, you wanted him to - but it was so fun how your barest tease makes Gojo fall apart. Pouty lips running a mile a minute.
His words are almost sleepy, and both of you arenât even lucid enough to do anything about the ever-spreading puddle of cum and slick right below you. Meshing your lips drunkenly in an intoxicatingly sloppy kiss, âCome onnnnââ heâs babbling at your pointed silence. âOne more? Mâbegging- begging, sweetheart. You got the strongest on his ah- knees nâ unable to use his powers.â
You knew so many people - so many curses - would kill to have Satoru Gojo all helpless like this. His lips moving faster than his overstimulated mind right now, drool dripping down the side of his rosy red mouth. So sensitive right now - unable to fight back. The only show of his previous prowess of strength being a stray flicker of blue lightning at his eyes when youâre cushioning his fat length with your clingy walls just a bit too hard,Â
Heâs heaving now - gasping deep, lungfuls of air every time his bruising grip is just bouncing your pliant body erratically down onto his. Wreckless, lunging slams that have your knees weak, stars flickering behind your lids.Â
âCome on- come onnnââ He spits so syrupy sweetly into your panting, open mouth. Slender fingers wrapping around your clit, and it just throbs with the steady hum of his reversed curse technique. Stopping the two of you from breaking bones - because shit, how the hell is Gojo going to fuck up into you like an animal. Desperate little pleas of yes! yes! yes! wrenching from you at the stimulation. âGive it tâme, missed so much when you were gone out today. Please-â
âHngh! Sâtoo- too-â youâre drawling out incoherent sentences to match his. âYeah- fuck yes- jusâ like that, ToruââÂ
Itâs only because of Gojoâs ungodly stamina that he was even able to last this long - the fact that he hadnât fucked himself into a stupor at this point. And thatâs the only thing, along with a few fumes of his reversed curse technique that have him careening smacking away your pathetic attempts to meet his thrusts.
The sensitivity too much, that heâs bawling - unable to handle the saturated drags of your slobbering pussy down his raw shaft. Mouth lolling open when you feel two big arms circle around your waist, mumbling tearily, âWait- fuck hold that- think mâ-â Like something snaps in the air.
Because then heâs cumming - at least, Gojo can feel himself cumming. This time, thereâs no shattering of lightbulbs, no gleaming power in his pupils, because his poor body was too fucked-out for this. Too tired to do anything but have his heavy, strained-out balls just clench, shooting up wispy blanks into your readily swallowing pussy.Â
âOh!â heâs throwing his head back at the sheer overwhelming pleasure, beading out only a few, pearly little beads of sticky seed. But fuck, was Gojo riding out his high - riding out yours. Fucking you through each convulsing little clench of your silky cum-slicked walls, a high youâve barely even registered still. âI donât- I donât know if I-â
âDonât, Toru.â you warn, but itâs too late - only one, fleeting glance at your prettily stuffed pussy, the creamy little outer ring on your entrance, the way your puffy folds are just quivering like youâre in need of more - has Gojo intaking a sharp gasp.Â
His wrecked eyes widen, looking almost afraid. Breath hitching, his words are shrill - barely audible, âThink- think we havenât made up for lost time yet, sweetheart.â
âToru, I was gone for five hours.â
âAnd?â
A/N. Gojo nation will we get a comeback today plsplspls?!
Plagiarism not authorized.
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⧠âșËł cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, mıssionary, praise, brÄeding, petnames, mdni.
nanami who always finds himself in your sheets and between your legs after a long day at work.
âthink i want a baby, âken.â
and he took those six simple words personally. nanamiâs giving you slow, languid strokes, rolling his hips against yours. he groans at your nails clawing all down his back. as you briefly meet his gaze, youâre met with the most kindest, fawn eyes. all you saw in them were nothing but pools of love with a sprinkle of lust. âoh,â he huskily grunts, hearing the sloshing wet stretch deep into your cunt. heâs stunned for a bit before going deep into imagination. the thought of making your cute tummy all swollen and rounded, it makes him gnaw on his lip like candy.
âmy love,â he swallows thickly, a familiar lump forming into the back of his throat. nanami leans into you, his rhythm growing more and more sloppy. youâre jerking back, an ankle of yours sliding down the red lines of his back and he grunts. âc- careful now, might give you more than just one.â and he could have came right then and thereâall from relishing in your beauty. heâs never laid his eyes upon anything more pretty.
your knees then get righteously shoved up to your chest. soft, browned eyes flicker at the valley between your breasts before glancing back toward your shimmery spit-slicked lips. you moan, tossing your arms over his shoulders. âi missed my girls,â he groans, stuffing his face between your chest for a moment. your breath immensely hitches at the feeling up him licking a single stripe, still deeply plummeting such inches in and out of your weeping cunt. âthey missed me too,â he purrs in a raspy coo, speaking to your tits, and thatâs when he latches his plump lips against your perky nipple for a short second. âm-mh.â
the air felt hot â humid, feverish even with each breeze that passes. as warm, kinetic bodies clash against each other at individual hyper strokes, he pries himself off of you. nanamiâs jaw tightens so much from your soddened grip that it almost aches. âsweetheart,â he hisses, peering his eyes down to see the milky white ring already coating around his base. itâs probably been hours, hours of you prettily sprawled out for him with your legs open. docile, tawny irises lovingly gaze into you as a thumb of yours strum down his neatly ruffled undercut. âf- fuck, i want you so bad. missed my girl. missed my pussy.â
âsheâs missed you too âken,â you pull him into a hot kiss, tasting the mint that lingers on his breath. and as his thrusts grew more sloppy, you whine, feeling his jutting cock kiss against your most sweetest spots. your heart flutters, slithering its way around his waist in a secure lock. âfuck me kento, d- donât stop, pleaseee.â
ânever gonna stop for you, my love,â he huffs, chest heaving in and out. the more he stares at you, the more he falls in love.
through glossed eyes that shimmer with such infatuationâheâs taking in your beauty, your fervor.
nanami loves more than anything to just gawk at you, watching as your eyes droop, your neck crane, and even the way your brows crease into a furrow due to such rapturing pleasure. only he could make you feel this wayâyou and him both knew that. nobody knew your body like the back of their hand except nanami. your body was his personal canvas, heâs always loved to decorate it and paint it with various, chaste kisses.
to him, you were art. heâs hitting you deep, blurbs and blurbs of whimpers dragging out of your throat until it sounds like inaudible meaningless babbles. so pretty,
repeatedly, the base of his cock perfectly hits against there, leaving you with your jaw hanging open and your entire body being stuck into a limited dimwitted state. he fucks you silly every time, you whimper as a lightening pulse from his cock twitches inside of you, plugging you full.
over and over and over,
nanami blows into your mouth, and you hear a throaty chuckle before he presses yet another wet kiss against your lips. âwanna see you nice ân plump s-so bad. gonna give you triplets, my sweet.â and youâre just stupefied, barely a single thought was stored up into your empty, vacant brain. nanami sucks against your bottom lip, still steadily rocking his way into your sloppy cunt. you feel the juncture of his hips mercilessly thrust its way into you raw and you gasp. âright . . here?â
pleasure overtakes you so good that you barely even noticed he was talking to you. youâre too busy moaning your head off and a soft smile pierces against both sides of his lips. a few faint dimples poke against his skin before he grabs your chin. âsweetheaaaart, âm talkinâ to you, hey,â and once your eyes meet his mid-thrust, his heart swarms up with love and desire. âthere we go. atta girl, yeah. âs this spot? this feel good?â
ây- yes,â you whimper, nodding eagerly. he was so big and thick, the prolongated stretch had you drooling. nanami glances at your hand. gingerly bringing it toward his lips, he kisses it, giving it a tender mwah. âkento, âm gonna cum a-again.â
âi know, pretty,â he groans, grabbing onto your hand. giving it a firm squeeze. you do the same, interlocking a bundle of fingers with his. his grip was gentle and warm, frantic heartbeat haphazardly picking up speed the more you get a feel of his familiar touch once more. nanamiâs always slow with you,
he doesnât wanna rush this â he hadnât dreamt of it. already feeling you tighten around him, he invades a strip of your sensitive neck with a plethora of passionate, amorous kisses. âyou always taste the same,â and you moan, sobbing cunt gripping down on him so good that it whimpers out a pitchy squelch of its own. his lolled twitching tongue licks against the edge of your shoulder blade once more and your back arches in ecstasy.
heâs never been more in love, with your body arching up backwards at his sweet, sweet hits, you were so close to becoming undone. every pivot of nanamiâs hips snap you back to reality before you whine out a needy mewl, tangled digits combing through his unkempt, blond strands. âkento, fuuuuck, âm gonna cum.â
âtogether, my l-love,â his voice falters, and his adamâs apple starts to bob. each delicious thrust of his collapses into your body in such mirroring sync. the rapid, frenzied movements were in complete harmony and beads of running sweat sticks against each skin. nanami gruffly groans, preparing to get milked again, you always did it so so well. squeezing his eyes shut, both broad hands cling onto your hips as he grinds against your core. âcâmon, make a mess on me. âm gonna clean you up, promise. give it to me, please.â
your moans were so harmonic, each sound that left your throat coming out to be more elongated. with his cock pounding in and out, he starts to slow his pace down â seeping his teeth into your tender collarbone softly. sharp tips of your fingernails continue to paw at the beefiness of his biceps before within seconds, it happens.
with your lips forming into a lewd circular shape, youâre creaming all down his thickset of a shaft. âkentoooo,â you whine out, feeling your soaked walls clench all around him. he holds you tight, allowing you to form into a puddled mess before he shortly follows. nanami groans, tossing his head forward before a translucent ring bubbles around his heavy base. it comes out in oozing spurts, hot cum pouring into your womb raw.
ângh, always have me beinâ such a mess for you,â he grunts, pretty arched brows curling up together. nanami sucks at the air, witnessing as your legs grow numb, gluing against his skin. âah, âs gonna be a lot. hold still ân take it. take it like a good girl,â and he leans into you, cupping the curvature of your face. âmake me proud, baby. thaaaaatâs it. eyes on me, eyes on kento.â
nanami feels a wave of drowsiness dawn over him as he stills himself inside of you. heâs panting right with you, a thumb hooks a strand of hair back toward your face. a school of butterflies flutter inside of you as heâs still dumping a sticky load of velvety thin ropes into your greedy pussy. itâs deeply spewing down alongside of your thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. âi- i love you âken.â
âi love you more,â he whispers, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your face. he hums at the tiny pout thatâs displayed on your lips. youâre underneath him, succumbing into such an orgasmic state that you could barely keep your lashes open. nanamiâs not moving anymore but heâs still buried balls deep. a big clammy hand ghosts over your tummy before he nips at your chin. âyouâre gonna be such a pretty mommy,â and with a final kiss, you feel him slowly lifting up your leg, tossing it over his shoulder.
and as you gasp, watching him switch positionsâ nanami then pulls out a wedding ring, sliding it over your bare finger. âbut youâd be an even prettier wife.â
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Another geto size kink vanilla smut please. I can't get enough. I always go back to reread yours it's so good
Oh, boyfriend Geto Suguru and his petite girl â who he's obsessed with.
+ warnings; size kink, panty-humping, some dirty talk
+ an; omg this was so yum to write, thank you for reminding me that Geto Suguru + a size kink exists đđ
Bf!Geto who's got one enormous hand resting on the small of your back during parties, his straight lips twisting into a grin when he looks down at you â a dirty grin that gets you tingly all over. Oh his heart lurches when you crane your neck to look back at him. As he commented when the two of you first met three years ago, "It's cute that you have to put in so much effort to look up at me."
... and pre-bf!Geto who used to randomly whisk you off your feet, big biceps twitching and flexing against your sides, as a 'joke' â yeah, yeah, it was just to surprise you. But he just wanted to have a sweet small girl in his arms, and wanted to show off how strong he was.
Just standing behind him and seeing his big broad back worked your imagination â how d'you think he'd look from the back while driving into your sloppy hole, how his muscles would flex?
And you know, Suguru was always aware each time you were staring even though you thought you were little miss slick, so of course he straightened out his posture â he had to remind you that he hits that 6'3 mark!
Bf!Geto's favorite thing is rubbing his thick fingers up and down your tiny clit through your innocent pink panties, making you shiver and twitch and whine in response to the subtlest friction as he's got you bent over his black-sheeted bed. It makes him smirk, it makes his cock stand stiff and upright in his pants, leaky cockhead dripping precum against his inner thigh.
It's in this bed that bf!Geto loves eating you out â of course, he likes to get you impatient, taking his time tying his hair up until you tug at the hem of his shirt and practically pull him into you for a hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that he just melts into. In minutes he's sliding down, big rough n' calloused hands prying your thighs apart, dragging you closer to his face like you weigh nothing â because you do weigh nothing to a big boy like him.
You're especially reminded of his size kink when he thumbs your pussy lips apart, or when he stuffs his thick fingers inside you, rubbing against your favorite spots like it's just a fun little game for him. Or when he thumbs your actual lips apart to explore your mouth a bit before sliding his fingers in â "Get 'em wet for me, baby." he murmurs, eager to feel your tiny mouth.
Bf!Geto loves squishing his cock against your slit, dividing your soft lips until they sandwich him. Of course, he acts so nonchalant, blowing his hair out of his face as he looks down at the pretty sight of your pussy getting dwarfed by his thick girth.
When his black, sultry eyes drift up to meet yours, you feel your stomach drop and your face heats up.
"Feel me pulsing, baby?" he teases, "Aw, sorry, I didn't mean to make you shy. No, come on, don't be shy â " he giggles, leaning in for a fat kiss. "You're so cute."
As the thick middle of his cock's sliding through your folds, his free hand meets yours and pins it down, holds it tight â did you see that? Did you catch the glimpse of his bicep twitching when he squeezed your hand?
bf!Geto still goes crazy each time you grind your pussy back on his cock as if it's the first time all over again. He lets out a hot breath, presses his cockhead tightly against your hole, and rubs so hard through your thong that he half-fucks it into your gushing pussy. They're totally ruined with gooey cum and sticky juices by the time he's done obsessively rubbing his cock against you.
And bf!Geto loves your tiny thongs, loves pulling them back and letting them snap against your holes when he's got you in reverse cowgirl.
And he just simply loves how much smaller your clothes are. When you and him weren't dating yet, he'd let you wear his big t-shirts or hoodies for sleepovers â only to choke and drool the next morning over the sight of little you in his big clothes.
bf!Geto's got thick, thick muscular thighs that press into the back of your plush, smaller thighs. And his long legs? He loved flirting joking "... I think I'm too tall for you â yeah we'd have a hard time having sex, huh?" long before you and him were dating.
And it's true. It's pretty difficult, getting railed by a 6'3 thick-muscled boy like him â that's why sometimes he just resorts to lifting you and fucking you while standing, weighting you against the wall with his whole body and each thrust of his cock.
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18: mdni; fem!reader
toji fucking you with his fat tip....Â
laid there under him, you can do nothing more than to just let him toy with you â one of his hands is resting on your hip, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb while the other on his rock hard cock, pumping it at a leisurely pace. he spreads the precum that leaks from his tip and rubs it all over himself and the simple act has you squirming. his scarred lips are pulled into a smirk and his cheeks are adorned with a deep flush, his green eyes now darker than ever as he tries to burn the scene thatâs unfolding in front of him into his memory.Â
biting down onto your own finger, you try to be patient but itâs so, so hard when heâs looking at you like that. with that hungry look in his eyes. a bead of sweat trickles down the side of his head but he doesnât bother to wipe it. there are teeth marks all over his neck, hickeys and lipstick stains all blending together into a beautiful masterpiece for him to admire tomorrow morning.Â
âcâmon⊠â
he meets your pleading gaze and the corners of his lips pull even further back. he tuts under his breath while sliding his cock between your folds, coating it in your slick and mixing it with his precum. âno manners whatsoever⊠â
âplease.âÂ
the speed of your answer makes his chest swell with pride. you wriggle your hips in hopes of convincing him to finally put it in, but all he does is give your thigh a squeeze.Â
he doesnât give you what you want, no matter how sweet you sound.
every little sound that tumbles from your wobbling lip goes straight to his cock and toji realizes that this just might be the hardest heâs ever been. his balls are so fucking full and he canât wait to fill you up like you deserve, but the sight of you being all disheveled and flustered is way too good for him to just fuck you. he needs to push you a little, he needs to play with you a little.Â
pressing your hip back into the mattress, toji leans over your body to place a haste kiss to the corner of your lips and chuckles when you chase after him. cute.
with his hand wrapped around his cock, he lines himself up with the entrance of your sopping cunt and takes a mental picture of your face the second he pushes in an inch. the way your back arches off the bed, the way you crane your head back to give him the perfect view of your neck. clutching onto the sheets below you with one hand, you try to even out your breathing. very fucking cute.Â
but he presses in only enough to watch your tight little hole to swallow the tip of his cock.Â
no more, no less.Â
he groans at the way your cunt around him, all desperate and needy, begging for him to push in further.Â
âplâ please⊠â he feels your fingers wrapping around his wrist, your nails digging into his skin at the immense pleasure running through your body. âmore, toji, more.âÂ
with a smile, he pulls out.Â
your eyes shoot open and you raise your head from the pillow, confusion painted all over your pretty face. toji just laughs, his voice raspier than usual.
âyouâre so impatient, hm?â
at his teasing tone, you throw your head back again and puff out your chest with a small pout on your lips. âand youâre so fucking mean.â
toji loves it when you bite back.Â
so, he grants you another kiss â this time to the joint of your exposed neck, right to your pulse point. his dick ghosts over your clit when he lowers himself down onto you and you let out a hushed little gasp. you tug at the dark hairs at his nape and lean up into him the second you feel his lips against your skin.Â
but continuing on with his âmeanâ streak, he doesnât stay there for as long as youâd hoped. whining when he pulls back away, you try to keep him there with you with your arms still hooked around his neck. but youâre too weak, already too fucked out from his mind games and it takes almost no effort for him to escape your grasp. the quiet laugh he lets out makes you want to sulk even more, it makes you want to hide under the covers â thereâs a witty remark somewhere on your tongue, still finding its way when toji grabs onto your limp hand and brings it to his mouth, only to teasingly bite at your fingers.Â
his hips jerk forward as if they have a mind of their own and his dick twitches almost painfully when he sees you jut out your lip; with your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes low, toji compares you to an angry little kitten. he has to fight the urge to bury you below him again, the desire to kiss you all over so strong that he almost forgets his aching cock and his full balls.Â
almost.Â
âaw⊠well, arenât ya just adorable⊠âÂ
his words come out like a coo and you try to yank your hand out of his grasp but to no avail â he keeps you there, big fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist as he stares at you. itâs hard not to feel shy under his gaze, despite all of the years youâve spent together, and now heâs not letting you hide away either â completely bare and awaiting, toji canât help but admire all of you. from your eyes to your neck, from your tits to your now precum coated tummy, he loves everything heâs seeing. he canât get enough of youâÂ
of his darling, of his best girl.Â
with just one move, toji pushes past your folds again and sinks his leaking tip into the warmth of your cunt once more. you moan in harmony, your voices mingling together as you melt into each other. toji lets your wrist slip from his grasp but he doesnât let you go entirely â he intertwines your fingers and then rests your linked hands against your middle, smoothly giving himself a bit more leverage to play with you as he wishes while still holding onto you, while still being sweet to you.Â
he sucks in a sharp breath when he pulls out and sees your hole clenching around nothing â she weeps for him, she cries for him, pleading for more and more and more. and toji canât refuse her, he canât refuse you, so just as before, he pushes in his fat tip and nothing more.Â
itâs not enough, but the sensation is something akin to tickling and you canât ignore the way itâs making you feel. your back arches off the bed again, only for toji to push you back down onto the mattress and thereâs this weird pressure growing in your lower tummy even though heâs not even fully in. it feels good and you hate to admit it. you do want more â you want nothing more than for him to just fill you up, to feel his heavy balls against your ass but your thoughts and wishes get all tangled up in your head as he keeps doing it over and over again.
in and out, in and out â tojiâs addicted to the way you feel around him. his tip is so fucking sensitive and your tight and warm walls are far from helping him keep his sanity. he listens to you mewl and cry out his name, but he has no intention of stopping this.Â
âfuckâ âÂ
every time he moves, the slick sound coming from where youâre connected reaches your ears and you feel your body burn. itâs filthy, itâs fucking obscene â itâs ridiculous how wet you are from this. you dig your nails into tojiâs hand and he raises his gaze from your pussy to look at your face instead. a layer of sheen coats your skin and tojiâs tongue darts out to lick over his lips on instinct;Â
âdoes it feel good, baby, hm?â he looks like an animal, feral and hungry, with the way heâs staring at you. grinning widely when you give him a faint nod, he spits down onto your cunt and starts rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. your eyes roll back into your head and your lips part in a silent moan as the sudden wave of pleasure rips through you.Â
it hits you embarrassingly fast and incredibly strong, and toji has to use both of his hands to hold you steady as you squirm under him. his eyes grow wide at the sight of you writhing, amazed that he managed to pull such a reaction with so âlittleâ effort but itâs not like heâs doing any better â as your orgasm takes over your body, you clench around him so hard that toji canât help but push in another inch. his hips stutter and his teeth sink down into his lips almost hard enough to draw blood. but he doesnât stop.Â
he canât stop.
so, with the added inch, he fucks you through your high. his thrusts get more desperate, his breathing grows even quicker and heâs left panting like a dog above you. never having let go of your hand, he now presses it into the mattress right next to your head while the other grabs onto your waist â his hold on you is bruising and it feels way too fucking good.Â
âwait, tojiâ i, canât⊠â
suddenly, you feel overwhelmed; with tears brimming at your lash line, you feel the weird band in your stomach tighten and tighten. your words get stuck in your throat as toji sinks further into you, his fat cock bullying its way into your sensitive cunt like itâs made for it. ânoâ itâs too much!â
toji lets out a breathy chuckle.Â
ââtoo muchâ?â he teases while pushing in even deeper. âthought ya wanted more, doll?â
the slick sounds coming from in between you are something out of a porno, filthy and messy, and tojiâs obsessed. his own hands shake as he holds himself above you and when he finally feels his thighs ghosting against yours, his lips pull into a wicked grin.Â
with one last thrust, toji bottoms out fully and his balls press against your ass just as you dreamed before. youâre sure you can feel him in your fucking lungs and itâs so fucking much. tojo gives your hand a squeeze and rolls his hips into yours before pulling back out and slamming them back down.Â
the whole bed shakes under you; the headboard smashes against the wall in the same rhythm as toji pounds into you but youâre already too blissed out to be worrying about the complaints youâll surely receive in the morning. and itâs not even that heâs fucking you fast â heâs fucking you hard. thereâs so much want behind his every move that youâre unable to think about anything else other than him.Â
him, him, himâ
âlook at me.â
your teary eyes meet his dark green ones and your second orgasm comes crashing down on you harder than the last. just like before, it hits you so suddenly that you donât even have the time to warn him. but toji knew â he knows your body better than you do and he knows exactly what buttons to push and what words to use to have you unraveling under him.
feeling you gush around him a second time is more than enough for toji to finally let himself follow you into that state of pure ecstasy; he drops closer to you and buries his face into the crook of your neck with a loud groan as he paints your insides white.
pumping you full, just like you deserve, his fat balls twitch as toji gives you his all. the remaining energy drains from his tired body as the seconds pass and he doesnât even try to keep himself up any longer; slumping against you, toji rests almost all of his weight on top of you with a lazy grin on his face. your sweaty bodies stick together, chests rubbing together as you both try to catch your breaths.
craning your neck a little, you press a kiss to tojiâs head and mirror his lazy smile when you feel him snaking his arms around your middle. you don't even try to move, knowing that you'll be stuck there under him for a while. not that you'd even want to leave...
why would you when you can listen to your beloved snore right there on top of you like a big bear after fucking your brains out? with your hand in his damp hair, it's easy for him to let his eyes fall shut, his heartbeat calming down as he melts into you.
cute.
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p!link thinking about⊠stripper!reader pulling the condom off blue collar!rafe mid-fuckđźâđš
CW: smut! 18+ only! blue collar!rafe, stripper!reader, protected turned unprotected piv sex, ass slapping, degrading.
daydreams
it was the way he had you bent over, palms planted on his leather couch while his own large, calloused hands harshly gripped at your hips. the pace in which he fucked his long, thick cock inside you had your sweaty palms slipping against the black leather of the couch, loud moans and whines followed by the lewd sounds of your soaked pussy bounced off the walls. youâd never had anyone fuck you this good before.
âffffffuck, r-rafe!â you moan, the feel of his swollen head repeatedly hitting at your g-spot sending your mind into a hazy state.
his right hand releases your hip, a harsh slapping sound ringing through your ears and your ass cheek stinging from the slap heâd just given it. you feel his cock swelling inside you, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy.
âr-rafe! want⊠want you to cum inside me!â
he chuckles, his hand slapping at your ass again and again. âsuch a dirty fuckinâ slut, yeah? wanna let a man you just met fill you with his cum?â
your bottom lip is pulled between his teeth, biting down so hard youâre surprised you donât draw blood. nodding your head profusely, you whimper out a small âyes.â
rafe slowly pulls his cock out of you, leaving just the tip inside before he removes himself completely. you crane your neck, finding his intense blue eyes and then his dick. you lift your right hand, reaching back and pulling at the condom that squeezes at his thick member. you finally free his cock from the condom, smiling back at him before turning and placing your right hand back on the couch.
you hiss in a breath when he begins sliding the head of his cock through your slick folds. âmmm youâre so wet, darlinâ. fuckinâ soaked. you gonna be a good little whore and make a mess on my cock?â
âmhmm.. please? please, rafe. fuck me.â
âyes maâam.â he rasps while shoving his cock back inside you, filling and stretching you. you lift up onto your toes, letting a soft moan slip from your lips.
his hands make purchase on your hips again, his pace brutal. your pussy clenches around him, begging to be filled with his cum. âfuckfuckfuckfuck! please, please!â you cry out.
that warm, euphoric feeling washes through you as your pussy continues to clench and unclench around rafeâs cock. he mutters curses under his breath, the raspy sound of his groans and his balls slapping against your clit send you tumbling over the edge.
ââm coming! goddamnâŠâ you moan as the wave of pleasure swallows you whole.
âright behind you, goddamn your pussy feels perfect wrapped around my cock, fuck!â
rafeâs dick swells, pulsing inside you as he comes with a groan, his cum filling you in long, hot spurts.
i was.. horny.. saw that p!link and yeaaaaahâŠ
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cw: omegaverse, knotting, marking and possessiveness.
you were invading simon's riley head, not only often flashing before his perilous black eyes, but also tormenting him in his dreams, your unfiltered, sweet ambrosial scent were hunting his senses, carving into his nostrils and making them flare, saliva pooling behind his closed mouth with popping fangs.
sweet little soldier, you didn't knew in what exact danger you were getting yourself into with your scent gland demonstrated in his face constantly, every breath he took is a perfect lungful of your addicting scent, rubbed against his gear when you were sticking to him purposefully, your pretty eyes always dazed and gawking at him.
ain't afraid to cling to him with your dainty fingers wrapping themselves tightly around his bicep, the rising wave of his tart, pungent smell doing nothing to shoo you away, not with your scent gland swelling with a need to be marked, belong to someone who won't let you walk around like that, irritating other's alpha's ruts.
you came to him yourself, foozling into his arms willingly with mind frazzled by your own heat, smelling of ripe want to be taken, crawling yourself out your poor nest on a wobbly legs to find his quarters, where anyone could've picked you by their way through the hallway, making simon's arms encircle your form with a too searing grasp, hiding you in the safety of his quarters.
lips behind his mask teased by sharp tips of his fangs, scraped to the bleeding wounds that flooded his mouth with metal tang, but the encasing scent of you, lustfully alluring in your bared vulnerability and craning neck, flashing him the view of the swollen, burning skin made his pupils dilate, eyes taking an shade of black, sinking tar, imagining how you'll taste on his tongue.
simon has a mind to not send you back, he dreamt of you, of this moment, wanting to be the one to mar your pure skin with blooming marks of belonging and leave a bleeding, thrumming mark at your neck, only him and no one else, no other alpha is good enough, and no one had a chance with you from the start.
you picked simon, smart thing, laying your eyes on the more menacing men of all around, with his chocking scent that is too much even when he's out of rut, swirling pools of inking nothingness that replaced his eyes never could've let you know that he's intirested in your persistent attention, but you're here, anyway, and it makes his blood roar.
you're sweetly docile on his cold sheets, even with your body exposed to it's full vulnerability, pulsing pussy oozing pools of slick beneath your sticky thighs, and with simon still being half clothed, the only thing you do is preen at him with rumbling purrs, nuzzling the duvet beneath you that reeks of him and sticks to your itching skin.
loosely wet, legs obediently limp when he spreads them briefly, stilling himself to gaze at the glossines of your puffy folds, the shiny glare of your pungent juices that fill his nostrils, even the thick cloth on his face unable to conceal him from anything that relates to you, the gleam of glossy eyes, the all consuming scent, making simon drawl a husky growl.
you writhe to present yourself for him, would've rolled adorably on your soft tummy if he hadn't pin you down, looming over you almost menacingly, tattooed arm braced above your head, if not for his thick, gloveless fingers that were plunging in your gushing dewy pussy, scissoring between thin walls and feeling the tight clench around his soaked digits, sucking him in.
too sweet, both in the way you look and taste, your saccharine slick blooming on his taste buds when he licks a hot, filthy swathe from his knuckles and up to the pruney tips of fingers, thin lips shining with accumulated spit and your juices, licked clean to sate his curiosity about the way you taste, but now simon needs to sate his cock and your heat.
your body melted against the mattress, chest rising rapidly with greedy lungfuls of air, making your ribcage burn as you watched simon carefully with gleaming eyes, tracing the opening plane of the fat and muscles adorning him, as he rolled his shirt up, inch by inch that revealed the scarred canvas of his pale, wide chest, getting rid of the cloth swiftly, shoulders rolling with small cracks of stiffed bones.
happy trail of dark, thin hair that trailed beneath the waistband of his pants that he was getting rid of, unzipping them with slightly shaky fingers, veins popping with blue webs on the thick skin as he rolled them down, letting his heavy cock bob out through the boxer briefs, tenting the darkened fabric with wet spot, thick musk that filled the air licking at your senses.
simon does it as fast as possible without snapping, trying not to rip his clothes off his body and pounce on you, throwing his pants off the bed, before rolling the soaked fabric of his boxers down, his onyx gaze locked eerily with yours as he gripped the fat girth of his cock, rudy flesh adorned with popped veins and dribbling, pearly precum from his slit, squelching obscenely at each jerk of his wrist.
you claw your needy hands towards him, wanting to caress his rippling abs, make his cock sink inside of you and knot you as his, not registering when garbled string of words spilled from your lips, begging him to finally give it to you, voice small and tipping on the string of crying out the tears that bead in your glazy eyes, and simon isn't the one to neglect his omega.
he's the one to take care of your needs, the one who can give you what you crave so deeply, sate the hunger that bubbles like molten lava in your belly, scorching hot, making every inch of your skin beneath his calloused palms slick with sweat that rolls off of you, shining under the dim light and begging to be licked off.
you obey his grip on your supple hips, blunt nails sinking into the fat of flesh and you're too far away to feel the tiny pinpricks of pain, letting him tug you closer to him as he lifts your legs up, and you obediently lope them around his waist, ankles crossing together against the small of his bowed back, as he slaps his throbbing cock between your fluttering folds, rubbing each inch of his girth along the tacky mess, before sinking against your gaping hole.
fattened, bulbous tip passing through the ring of your tightening muscles, each inch gradually managing to still stretch you around his cock, letting you feel how big he is despite your pussy being as loose as possible, slick dripping out of your gooey hole like molasses to ease the glide and spur simon on a tentative thrusts, one shallow roll of his hips enough for you to tighten with stars in your eyes and rapturous cry spilling from your throat.
your whole body seizing, picking on rippling feeling of your silken walls around his meaty cock that make simon's eyes turn pupil less, blackening completely as he moves his body to blanket you, trapping you in a crushing embrace as he lowered himself down and picked up the pace of his thrusts, freely stuffing you full and stretching your thin walls to the brim, forcing you to accommodate the fat shaft that now was rearranging your insides with frantic motions.
fat cock mercilessly sawing in and out of you, your body unable to jolt beneath the wall of heavy muscles and swallowing palms of his hands that mapped along every inch of you, groping at the round globs of your ass to prop you securely, raking to play with your puffy nipples, capped to the pair of pretty tits that were jiggling right in his face, your spit shined lips open wide just a bit higher, making him howl in answer to your punched, tiny gasps.
your hands clinging and clawing with rosy crescent for stability on any place of his body, the beefy biceps, the wide shoulders, but you want to have him closer, and when you sink with stinging nails somewhere beneath his covered neck, amber of his eyes peering at your lidded gaze and needy sobs that spill from your mouth, simon frees one hand to rip his balaclava off.
no point of holding anything back, not with your pussy tightening with rapid pulsing as your glassy gaze rakes along his tousled, askew hair, looking pressed against his skull slightly, until you skid your fingers in the locks, tugging lightly to bump his forehead against yours, and your smell grows even thicker so close, his pale eyelashes fluttering when he takes a lungful, and then slots your mouthes together.
skimming his teeth along the plump flesh, biting with little sting and lapping off the pearling blood, so fragile, sucking your lip into his mouth before releasing with a wet pop to suckle on your tongue, catching as you tried to curl it's around his, wet mouth swallowing your low, whimpering moans, as his balls slapped against your ass with the squelch of your ceaseless slick.
it wasn't long before you felt your orgasm lick at your tummy, making your toes curl and twitch against the dip of simon's spine, his mouth leaving yours to focus on the rapid clench of your gummy walls, latching tightly around his cock with every frantic bounce of his hips forward, and simon could feel the way the root of his cock grew thicker than the rest of his shaft, knot swelling smoothly, and your cunt was more than ready to accept him.
he knotted you when your little sounds developed in ragged, confused little moans, holding onto his hair with tight, whitening grip of your knuckles, feeling the unyielding, swelling pressure of simon's cock at your tightening hole, pummeling into you at brutal, sudden pace that knocked air out of your lungs, his breath morphing into growling pants, skimming along the burning skin of your neck, tongue lolling to lick along the salty sweat, sucking a drop that rolled down your gland, before sinking his teeth in.
crying scream guggled out of your mouth as hot tears streamed down your eyes, rolling harshly into the back of your skull as you clamped down tightly on simon's spilling cock, knot catched securely between your spasming walls, splitted to your limit around the rippling girth that pumped you with soft rocks back and forth, your body frissoning, until simon wasn't been able to move.
stuck in your pulsing cunt, milking him with rapid, rhythmic clenches to the last drop of the creamy cum that was oozing out from your stuffed hole, seeping down simon's still cock with frothy white streaks, dripping down the sodden sheets and duvet, as he lapped his tongue against your gland, scarlet blood coating his swollen, bitten lips, smeared in a sweet layer as he cleaned the fresh, palpitating mark.
this spoke about your belonging to him, his sweet omega, the one he can and would call as his own, keep you stuck on his cock every night with swelled, imprinted mark of his sharp teeth on your neck for anyone to gawk on, as your consciousness slipped with whiny call of his name, sending pleasant shudders down his spine, as he peered at you again, his mate, safe and sound in his arms, knotted full of him and reeking of his pheromones.
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ps!ghost's twitter feed used to be of him at conventions. his car. him in a pool. the gym. arm around johnny in his backyard. sprawled on his couch next to kyle. basic stuff. the occasional obligatory promo of the video he shoots.
then it's one faceless pic of you for your OF. pretty thing, puffy pussy visible through your sodden knickers. thighs spread wide, feet on each side of the slim mirror. retweets it with a water emoji.
now, it's him with a cup of steaming black coffee in his hands, a sleek macbook before him on the marble-top kitchen island (hand covering the lower half of his face because it's too damn early for the mask. kinda looks like he's yawning. cute.)
johnny throwing up two fingers, thick wrist adorned with a bracelet, sunlight glinting off of its jewels. vacation, it looks like. cobblestone street beneath his loafers. panna cotta gelato in his other hand.
it's him with his hands in his pockets, neck craned back to look at the masterpiece that hangs on the wallâ brushstrokes of genius on canvas. he's got a healthy glow to him, sun-kissed gold. warm, unlike the clinical white of the museum walls.
then it's you again. this time you've got two small (in comparison to his very long ones) fingers stuffed into your greedy hole, glistening with slick. heart eyes emoji.
and again. a vibrant pink vibrator in your cunt, one arm reaching for the camera, remote control in hand. put it as intense as you like. i can handle it. two heart eyes and water emoji.
and again, 3 consecutive pictures. your face is covered by a big red heart, but everything else is visible. like the creamy white fluffy rabbit ears on your head, a collar around your neck, tiny carrot charm delicately dangling from it, white cottonball tail on your arse. small, black triangles on your head: cat ears. silky collar with a tinkling silver bell. long, furry plume-like tail, obsidian black with a precious white bow at the base. last is a puppy mask. buttery faux-leather, sleek and smooth. padded fist mitts, rosy, pink paws. whip-like tail. a thick collar around your neck, chain links glimmering with the camera's flash. handle on the floor, beckoning to be picked up, to lead you about. i'd be a good pet, don't you think?
(simon spam retweeted this 6 times. kyle sent him a message about it, telling him his twitter is freaking out. it was most assuredly not a mistake.) lowered his joggers enough to take himself out and fisted his cock until he covered that pretty arse of yours with his seed. was not fun cleaning up his phone after but so worth.
(he'll never admit that heat blooms in his cheeks when fans ask if you're his lover. how lucky you are. must be seeing nameless gods beneath him, touching the sky with your fingertips when he uses his mouth. seeing the universe behind your eyelids when he makes you come around his cock.)
he wishes, lol.
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max making u wear a pendant with his initials/driver's number engraved around ur neck coz he likes to watch it swing when u ride him
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"Where's the necklace?"
Max's words had made you halt. He placed a gentle hand on your collarbone, pushing you gently from where you were mouthing at his neck and stroking his thumb where the gold of his initials should be.
With furrowed brows, you craned your neck down to follow his disheartened glare. The absence of the cool chain around your neck didn't seem quite as important as the growing need for max, max, max.
"Dunno," you mumbled dismissively, rolling your hips from where you were straddling his legs on the bed. "Ahâbathroom, 'think, t-took it off to shower."
Your boyfriend hummed sweetly before lightly tapping the side of your thigh. "Get it."
Barely forcing down a whimper, you bit your lip, tugging on the hem of his baggy shorts. "Max, please, justâ"
A taunting, raised brow was enough to have you huffing and hauling yourself off of his lap. The walk from the bathroom and back to Max's arms, barely ten steps, made your eyes glassy and the pleasure stirring in your stomach boil.
You made the mistake of catching your reflection in the mirror: flushed cheeks, hair sprawled in various directions, and an evident pout etched onto your face. The necklace was expensive; you'd known that, but had Max really needed to stop you mid-foreplay to run and get it?
Judging by his cocky smirk and the fact that he'd fumbled out of his clothes in the ten seconds you'd left, you guessed so. Your eyes drifted down his body, past the sweaty abs, and onto his hand, lazily stroking his hard cock. You wanted it inside you, in your mouthâfuck, he was making it really hard to stay annoyed.
"Happy?" you grumbled, your facade slipping when Max swiftly pulled you into his lap, shivering slightly as he nearly ripped the shirt off of your body, the cold air hitting your nipples and Max's wet tongue trailing kisses down your neck.
Moans slip past your lips, and you slide a hand down to the angry, red tip of Max's length. You grin wildly when he groans, the vibrations rippling against your skin and shooting straight down to your core. "More than." He cups the swell of your ass with his massive palms and lifts you up to hover over his dick. "C'mon, shatje, make y'self feel good on m'cock."
And who were you to deny Max that?
The stretch of his cock burned like it always has, spikes of pleasure overcoming the momentary pain. Max's desperate moans mixed with yours, echoing across the room. After a few seconds, Max's palm impatiently striked at your ass, making you jolt and bite your lip to avoid the embarrassing sound that would have left your lips. "M-Max, oh, fuck."
You lifted your hips, almost slipping Max's slick-covered dick out of your wet pussy before dropping back down. Max's eyes were half-lidded, a hazy grin plastered on his face; he watched the gold swing recklessly, worrying his bottom lip at the fast pace you'd set.
Max rolled his hips upward to meet your movements, and the loud yelp that left your lips made you flush. "Fuckk, s'good, babyâah, all mine, yeah? All. Fucking. Mine."
Punctuating each word with a sharp thrust, Max almost came when your wet pussy clenched around him. "All yours, m'all yours, Max."
That was what the initials on your collarbones stood for, didn't they?
authors note. i havent written in so long pls forgive me everyone
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â A CONCUBINEâS DUTY! â
àšà§â đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹÂ ⯠What you didn't expect was for the king of curses to place you on his throne and drop to the ground. Sukuna grinned mischievously up at you. "You're the first I've kneeled before. You should revel in that."
àšà§â đđđ đŹÂ ⯠trueform!sukuna x fem!reader, smut (mdni), fingering, implied size differece, overstimulation, slight choking, slight nipple play, sukuna uses a tongue on his hand, multiple orgasms, reader passes out for some minutes, oral (female receiving), sukuna referred to as lord, reader referred to as (woman)
Your legs seemed to tremble under you with each nervous step you took, threatening to give out under the weight of unease settling into you. And there was no denying it, after weeks of your initial arrival, Sukuna had finally summoned you--though your heart felt heavy and skittish in your chest.
Some have described him as immoral, wicked...malevolent even. How would he treat you? A lowly concubine, not to mention he had countless others.
In the midst of your thinking, you failed to notice you had arrived to his chamber. You opened the door and met with the sight of Sukuna, sat on his throne and deliciously manspread.
His eyes lit up as he saw you, interested, his mind already racing with thoughts of what he'd do to you.
Quickly, you bowed to the ground, your ears perking at the unusual sound of his deep yet rich laughter.
"How amusing. Up," he ordered, and you complied. You awkwardly stood at the foot of his throne, your neck craning up just to have a look at him, and though you felt so small, as if you were prey, you slowly began to admire him. It's the first time you've seen him this up close, and youâre not afraid to say that heâs devilishly handsome.
Sukuna patted his thigh, now your personal seat, and you sat. âYou seem uptight.â He rasped in your ear, his upper hands fondling with your chest while his lower held you in place. âLet's fix that.â
And after came the sound of your top being ripped to shreds, a gasp leaving your parted lips as he began to play with your nipples. You failed to stifle the moans that poured out of your mouth, embarrassed as he hadnât even really done anything yet.
He noticed this and grinned. âI think Iâll enjoy you,â
One of his hands snaked down to the innermost part of your thigh, his long fingers swiping up and down your sopping folds, collecting your slick. Sukuna inwardly groaned at the wet feeling and pushed a finger into your hole, gritting his teeth in resistance at how tightly you clamped around his digit.
"Fuck, don't think I'll fit." he sighed smugly, adding another and beginning to slowly move them and out. "But I think you can take it, can't you?"
You nodded. That was all you wanted in the moment--the hard cock you could feel rising under your ass--but you knew not to speak until spoken to. Your hands moved on their own to his lap and palmed his erection, an amused look blooming on his face.
Sukuna removed his finger from your cunt and shoved them into your mouth, reaching your throat and causing you to choke. "You don't have permission to touch me yet, woman" he hummed. "But I guarantee your pussy will determine if you get to or not."
Tears welled down your cheeks as you gasped for air, chest heaving, and your heart rate only skyrocketed as you felt the tip of his cock lined up to your entrance.
He thrust himself in, not giving you any time to adjust to his abnormally huge size. Sukuna sucked his teeth--just as he thought--you were too tight for him to move.
"Relax some," his voice boomed in your ear, and you tried your best to do so. But he was impatient, dying to feel you sucking around him, and began fucking up into you soon after.
Sukuna had this...thing of his. He was known for 'sometimes' being too rough on his concubines, leaving them unable to walk and passed out after he was done--but those were for his pure amusement. This time, he thinks, he won't be able to hold himself back from breaking you.
Your moans echoed throughout the spacious room, eyes closing shut in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Lord Sukuna!" you mewled, feeling wetness slide down your thighs, trembling as the intrusion of his cock left your back arched in pleasure.
"Tch. I don't remember giving you permission to talk either." he gritted his teeth, a hand cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look up him. Sukuna held eye contact with you, occasionally breaking the contact to stare at the way your tits bounced as he fucked you.
He felt so deep, reaching the spots you didn't know could even be touched, his tip brushing past your sweet spot every so often. And you felt so overstimulated, quivering in his hold, but Sukuna's hand slid down to your thighs once more, and there was suddenly a tongue lapping at your pussy.
You had forgotten he could do that.
"mmf--!" you were cut off by a hand squeezing your throat. Your orgasm came crashing down onto you, swooping you off your feet and it had you seeing stars as you came on his cock.
Though, until he was done, nothing was done. You came two more times until he finally pulled out, spurting his hot seed on your tits and face, admiring his work after.
What you didn't expect was for the king of curses to place you on his throne and drop to the ground. Sukuna grinned mischievously up at you.
"You're the first I've kneeled before. You should revel in that." he spoke before he began to eat you out, slurping at your wetness and sucking on your puffy, red clit. Something in him was enjoying this a bit too much.
He watched you break down in front of him, trembling, trying your best to keep your eyes and legs open for the man under you, but by your sixth you were spent, unable to control your limp limbs anymore.
Sukuna's face covered in slick was the last thing you saw before your vision dotted black, and you were out. When you finally came to, you weren't in your room, and by the way his cum still dripped from your body, you could tell it wasn't long after you passed out.
Your vision darted around; the lavish bed you woke up on, the intricate details everywhere--it couldn't be.
But a door opened and there was Sukuna, a towel hung loosely over his hips, his blush pink hair wet and dripping onto his skin. He walked towards you, drying his hair before he sat down on the opposite side of the bed. "You'll be sleeping here from now on."
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PUSH 2 START | p.b
pushin' on my buttons with no hesitation, gas me up give me motivation
pairing: paige bueckers x f!reader word count: 5.4k words of pure filth sorry not sorry warnings/tags: sexual content. VACATION PAIGE!!!, they get drunk and nasty FRRR, dom!paige, oral, fingering, strap usage (yes i finally wrote it), squirting, doggy, spanking, overstim - bro i could literally go on and on, just read it lol. (reminder - don't like it? don't read it)âŒïž ᥣđ© this idea quite literally came to me in a dream. this wasn't supposed to be full on smut but obviously i got carried away & ended up writing quite possibly the dirtiest thing i've ever written.... i listened to tyla's album on repeat whilst writing hence the random title. enjoy :D as always feedback & reblogs are appreciated x
âThink I have heatstroke.â
You roll your eyes from where youâre sat on the balcony, distracted from the half eaten packet of lays sat in your lap. You shift in your seat to crane your neck around to look at Paige through the glass doors, sun beaming down onto your skin.
âWe were outside for like, half an hour.â
The Greek sun was no joke. You'd both decided to treat yourselves to a last minute vacation, frantically booking one of the nicest apartments you could both find a week prior to departure. Seven days on a Greek island was your idea of heaven and Paige had willingly agreed, claiming she needed some sun.
However, what she wasn't prepared for was the sun being the hottest thing she'd ever felt in her 23 years of being aliveâ her words.
The blonde groans from where sheâs splayed out on the bed. The crisp, white sheets are a nice contrast against her newly tanned skin, body wrapped in a white fluffy towel.
You stand up from the chair, grimacing at the sting of your legs unsticking from the plastic. The packet of lays gets abandoned on the small table before you and your toes burn against the hot tile as you hop back into the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind you.
Paige doesn't flinch when she hears you come in, cheek smooshed against the sheets. She hums in the back of her throat when you scratch at her scalp as you pass her, her hair still slightly damp from the shower.
"You gonna make it to dinner, champ?"
A breath of a laugh leaves Paige as she pushes herself up with another groan, towel loosely tucked around her body. You're busy sorting through the selection of dresses you'd packed when you feel her wrap her arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.
Her head juts towards the white dress hanging up in the closet. "Wear that one."
It's a fairly simple dress- plain white with a racer style neckline and ruffled skirt. You take it off the rail and hold it up in front of you, head tilting as you study it. "Really? It's kind of boring."
"Nah," Paige's hands rub up and down your sides, nose nudging against your cheek. "S'my favourite." She punctuates her sentence with a kiss to your jaw. It's seemingly innocent, but you know the girl well enough by now.
You slip out of her grip, dress in hand, before she can try anything, grabbing a pair of white strappy heels as you go.
"I'm gonna get ready in the bathroom," you're heading towards said room before she can stop you. "Reservation is at 8!"
You're sat on the couch, impatiently tapping a heel against the flooring. You tap against your phone screen to check the time for what felt like the hundredth timeâ you only had five minutes to get to the restaurant. Somehow, Paige always managed to take so long to get ready. You'd tried to get into the bedroom to see what was taking her so long but the door was locked so you were forced to sit and wait for her like her chauffeur.
You're scrolling through TikTok when you hear the lock click on the door. You huff, grabbing your bag from beside you. Standing up, you run a hand down your dress to flatten out any creases and when you look up Paige is stood in the doorway.
She's got her hair slicked back in her classic bun and she's wearing a white shirt with a simple black crop top underneath. The shorts she's wearing are black, too and she's wearing the Nike's you bought for her. She stands in silence, hands tucked into her pockets as she watches you take her all in.
You slink towards her, heels clicking against the tiles. You're aware you're probably staring at her like she's a piece of meat but you can't find it in you to car when she looks this good, plus it's not like she would complain.
"You're late," you hum, pulling her in by the belt loops. "What took you so long?"
She shrugs, opting to not respond. Instead, her hands reach out to rub down your back. "You look..." She pauses, leaning back. Her eyes start from your heels, trailing up your legs. Her gaze pauses on your chest for a second before meeting your eyes. "Really fucking good."
The pink of her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she takes your hand and holds it above your head. "Twirl for me."
You do as she says, giddily spinning in a circle for her. Her teeth pull at her bottom lip as she watches you, the vanilla from your perfume hitting her like some sort of pheromone. You drive her insane.
"You like?"
"You know I like. We're matching."
Before you can respond, the sudden dread of missing your reservation hits you and you're kicked into gear, eyes widening as you cast a glance at your phone in your hand.
"Fuck, we're late!"
You pull Paige by the wrist as you frantically leave the apartment, locking the door behind you and walking as fast as you could in your heels to the restaurant.
Alcohol in Europe is different to the alcohol in Americaâ it's somehow much, much stronger.
You'd had an amazing dinner, followed by some amazing cocktails. What was supposed to only be one or two turned into arguably too many and before you knew it you were both stumbling back to the apartment.
The front door is opened and shut again faster than you can blink and you're pressed against it before your brain can catch up with you. Your head spins a little when you tilt it up to give Paige access to your neck, dazed smile spreading across your lips.
"Mmmm," Paige all but moans against your skin, licking a stripe up your neck. "Tastes good."
"Might be the alcohol." the words leave you lazily, slurred. Paige pulls back to look at you, eyes glazed over.
"Nah, s'all you."
You pull her in with a hand gripping the back of her neck, lips slotting against hers. It's hot, messy- her tongue slides against yours and you taste the alcohol on her breath. Ordinarily, you'd make a joke about her needing to brush her teeth but you're fully aware you're just as bad so you remain silent, just kiss her deeper and softly moan into her mouth.
When you part from each other you're both panting, string of spit separating the two of you. You lick your lips and it breaks, clinging to your bottom lip. Paige's thumb reaches up to wipe it away, pad of her thumb pressing against you. She just stares at you as she swipes the digit across slowly, smudging the remainder of your lip liner down your chin.
"So fucking fine," she murmurs, eyes trained on your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick at her thumb, smirk forming when she lets out a shaky breath. "You tryna kill me?"
"Maybe." you smirk at her, pushing at her shoulders until she stumbles back. You glide past her and head to the lounge, the blonde hot on your heels.
She catches you by the couch, arms caging you in from behind. You let her, of course. The cat and mouse game is usually fun but when you're this desperate, there are plenty other things you'd rather be doing.
"So many rooms to choose from," Paige whispers against the shell of your ear, "So many places to fuck you in."
Your knees almost give out and you're sure they would've if it wasn't for Paige holding you up, her chest pressed tight to your back.
"Could fuck you here," a flick of her head gestures to the couch.
Her hands find your chest, squeezing at your tits through the fabric of your dress. "Or on the counter, on the balcony."
You're abnormally quiet, nodding at whatever she says. She snickers, hands trailing down further until they reach the hem of your dress. Paige knows that when you're speechless, she's doing something right.
"You want that?"
"Yes."
"Which?"
"All of them."
She spins you around and you have to grab onto her to steady yourself. Her cheeks are all flushed and she's clearly just as drunk as you.
"Gonna let me?"
You feel like you're going to cry from how badly you want it.
You nod eagerly, gripping the fabric of her shirt. You want to rip it off of her, lick all over her tan lines and have your way with her but you let her have this one; you can tell she's in the mood to take control and you'd never be one to deny her of that.
She wrestles herself from your tight grip and flops down on the couch, legs spread and arms wide across the back cushions. You're still stood in your spot, hands now awkwardly by your sides as you wait for her to tell you what to do.
"Take it off."
You lean down to slip off your heels but she stops you with a cough.
"Keep 'em on, I meant your dress."
"But-"
"Off, c'mon."
You stand up straight again, gripping the hem of your dress and pulling it up and off your body. It's a bit of a struggle and you stumble around slightly but it eventually slides off of your head. It drops beside you and you're left in a simple matching white set.
Despite the alcohol coursing through your body, you still manage to feel shy under Paige's heavy gaze. She's still sat in the same position, eyes raking over your body.
"C'mere."
You toe towards her with careful steps, nothing but the sound of your heels clicking against the tile and both of your heavy breaths echoing throughout the room. You're standing between her legs, much like you were earlier, and she still doesn't move from her spot, fingers gripping at the cushions of the couch.
Paigeâs gaze remains locked on yours, her lips curling into a smirk as she leans back further into the couch, making no move to close the distance between you. Her liquid confidence oozes with the weight of her stare and the longer she waits the more your heartbeat thuds in your ears.
âCloser." she murmurs, her voice low.
You inch forward until your shins hit the leather of the couch. You try to stop your hands from shaking, try to act like this is any other time you've been in this situation but there's something about having the entire space to yourself that makes this feel so different, so intense.
"Do you plan to do this all night, or?" your voice comes out quieter than you'd intended.
She lets out a laugh, arms reaching forward to pull you in by your hips. You fall into her lap, bracing yourself against her shoulders to soften the impact.
"I just like lookin' at you," Paige licks her lips, glossy eyes looking up at you. "So sexy, you know that?" Her left hand smooths up your torso, grips at the fat of your chest and squeezes.
You whimper pathetically at the contact, your hands moving from their spot on her shoulders to her hair. You mess with the hair ties and pull the bun free, fingers brushing through the blonde strands. Paige hisses when your nails scratch against her scalp, hips pushing upwards against your own.
Her right hand slides around your back and she pulls you down until your chests are pressed together. You kiss her, open mouthed and messy as your tongue laps at hers, grinding down against her. The rough metal of her zipper presses against you through the thin material of your underwear and you whimper against her mouth, eyebrows drawing together at the feeling.
Paige's left hand finds home on your ass, squeezing and guiding you to rock against her. You whimper into the kiss as she uses her hold on you to grind you down onto her harder, tongue pushing further into your mouth. You can feel the heat radiating off of her, can smell the scent of the shampoo she used in the shower this afternoon and taste the alcohol on her tongue. You're practically drunk on her let alone the alcohol, and she's definitely drunk on you, too.
You're so caught up in the moment you're not prepared for Paige to flip you around. You let out a small ah! as she does so, head spinning from the sudden movement. Your back is now against the cushions, leather sticking to your sweaty skin. The blonde slips down onto the tiles in front of you, now kneeling between your legs.
"Hold 'em." Paige's hands are at the backs of your knees, pushing them up until they're almost at your chest. The heels of your shoes knock together and it's a reminder that you're actually still wearing them. You do as she says, clammy hands gripped tight over hers. You watch with bated breath as she slips her hands from your grip, thumb coming to press against your clit through your panties. It's a soft touch but it's enough to make you gush again; what was once a thick white material now a glossy, sheer mess.
"Fuck," Paige breathes. She moves her thumb in small, gentle circles around the clothed area. Your head falls back against the cushion of the couch, mouth open in a silent moan. "This all for me?"
"Always," you murmur, licking your lips as you move your heavy head, eyes meeting hers. "It's yours."
"Yeah it is," Paige nods, her voice coming out strained. She moves to slide her hands up the backs of your thighs and hooks both thumbs into your panties, pulling them up and off your legs until they're hanging around your ankle, exposing your pussy. "So good." she purrs, leaning forward to press open mouthed kisses against you. You suck in a breath when her tongue laps up your slit, nails digging into the skin of your thighs.
She moves slowly at first, and for a moment you wonder if it's because of her own drunkenness, but the longer she goes on the more you're reminded of just how good she is at this. You feel like you're going to explode at the slightest touch, every stroke of her tongue against your clit sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body.
"Paige," you moan repeatedly, her name coming out like a prayer. She hums against you, hands pressing against the backs of your thighs to keep you spread open for her.
You gasp at the feeling of her warm, wet muscle pushing past your folds to languidly dip against your entrance. "Oh fuck, fuck- babe."
She's sloppy with it, a mixture of your juices and her spit dripping down between your ass and onto the couch. You'll scold her for doing this here tomorrow but right now it's your last concern.
Your toes curl when she shakes her head against you, tongue flicking against your clit. "Gonna make me cum," the words leave you as a sob, mouth hanging open. You feel the wetness between your thighs increase even more when you hear her moan, the vibrations shooting pleasure straight up your spine. "Feels so good."
Paige's fingers dig harder into the skin of your thighs as she continues to lap at you. She pushes her tongue into you again and then moves upwards, pressing sloppy kisses against your swollen clit.
"Yeah, right there, please-" you choke on your own words, the feeling of her nose brushing against your sensitive skin making you jolt. You can't stop the loud cry that leaves you as she sucks your clit back into her mouth, tongue massaging against it.
The room is spinning and your legs start to cramp from how hard your muscles are tensed, nails almost piercing into your skin when the chord in your stomach suddenly snaps. You're practically crying, eyes rolled back in your head when it hits you. Paige helps you ride it out, keeping you pressed to the couch whilst she drinks up your slick. You're trembling, stomach rippling from the intensity.
You expect Paige to pull away, lean up and give you a messy kiss like she normally would but instead she slides two fingers up and down your pussy, gathering your wetness on the tips before she's pushing them into you.
"Wait," you whimper, feet kicking in the air. "Babe, wait, I just- I'm-"
"You're good," she murmurs, lips brushing against the inside of your thigh as her fingers slowly pump in and out of you. "I got you, just relax."
You mewl, letting her have her way with you. She starts off slow, fingers curling up deep. The sound is obscene, with every flick of her fingers the wet sound fills the air but you feel no shame, if anything it just turns you on more.
Paige definitely feels you flood her fingers because she picks up the pace, thrusting her fingers deeper into you, curling them with each stroke. Your entire body is coated in sweat, droplets beading against your skin. Her other hand moves from its place on your thigh to spread you wider, opening you up to her even more.
It's all too much; the heat, the way you're spread open for her, the pressure building deep in your stomach. She adds a third finger and the stretch makes you sob, legs starting to shake in your grip.
"I can't," the words spill from you, incoherently. "Please, please I can't."
"Shhh," Paige coos, leaning down to kiss the back of your thigh. "You can, gonna make you cum again."
She curls her fingers and the tip of her middle finger brushes against that spot, her palm pressing down against your clit. The feeling is so intense and you can't do anything but whine, thighs shaking around her.
"So good to me," Paige breathes out, heart hammering in her chest. She watches the way your pussy clings to her fingers, the digits now glistening as she pulls them out of you before thrusting back in. "She loves me, hm?"
You nod feebly, tears slipping down your cheeks, head lolling against the cushions of the couch.
Paige is relentless, fucking her fingers into you with such force you can feel the pressure in your ass. Your legs are starting to burn and so are your hips and it feels like a balloon is being blown up in your stomach, pressure becoming harder to ignore with every pump of her fingers.
"M'gonna cum, fuck, Paige-"
You cum for the second time with a broken sob and you hear it before you feel it, the distant sound of a splash against the tiles below you followed by Paige's load groan. It hits you hard, legs quivering as you squirt around her fingers, the wetness coating the floor. She slips her fingers out quick enough for another gush to leave you, trickling down your ass and onto the leather.
She moans, watching it play out in front of her. It's the hottest thing she's ever seen, her fingers now rubbing against your clit in quick motions.
"Again, again."
"Fuck, I can't-"
"Again." she demands but the word leaves her like she's begging, voice a pitch higher.
It's embarrassing how fast the heat builds in your stomach again, and before you can stop it you're squirting all over again, pussy clenching against nothing as you cry out.
Paige leans down, tongue slipping between your folds to drink you up. You're sobbing, trying to get away from her but you can barely move.
"You're okay," Paige mumbles, soothing her hand down your quivering leg. "I got you, s'okay."
A moment passes, Paige's head resting against the back of your thigh as she strokes her soaked hand against the other. You drop your legs ungracefully, stretching your limbs and groaning when your hips and knees crack after being bent for so long.
"That sobered me up." you whisper, heavy eyelids threatening to close. "Did they put viagra in your drink?"
Paige stifles a laugh, her own knees cracking when she stands up. She holds out a hand you to help you up and you take it with a shaky one of your own. You grimace at the feeling of the wet leather sticking to your bare skin, standing up.
"You ruined the couch."
"Says the one who squirted like a fucking firehose." Paige's hand comes up to push the hair from her face, a bead of sweat dripping down her temple. "S'not my fault I do that to you."
You groan, pushing at her shoulder. "Shut up."
Paige laughs and drops her hands to your hips, walking you backwards towards the bedroom. You stumble a little, bambi-like legs struggling in your heels.
"Get on the bed."
You're pushed backwards onto the bed, bouncing slightly when you hit the sheets. Your chest is heaving, heart still thumping wildly in your chest. Paige is climbing over you, caging you in with her arms and legs. Her lips ghost the shell of your ear,
"Still gotta fuck you in here."
She ducks down and connects your lips, teeth knocking against yours as she does so. Her hips grind down against yours and your hands snake under the fabric of her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders. Paige pulls back to shrug it off of her and throw it blindly behind her, reaching back to pull her crop top off in one fluid movement. She's braless, tan lines from her bikini top prominent against her now tanned skin. The sight alone makes you moan.
You both shimmy up the bed, lips still connected, and when the back of your head hits the pillow Paige's lips are on your neck. You sigh, hand smoothing down her back. Her skin is damp and so is yours, the smell of sex filling the air.
"Please, babe," you whimper, fingers pulling at the waistband of her shorts. Paige hums, sitting up to push them down her legs and kick them off.
"Hmm," she murmurs, fingers sliding over your cheek, thumb resting against your bottom lip. You part your lips, tongue swiping out to lick the pad of her thumb. "You gonna do something for me?"
"Anything."
Wordlessly, Paige pulls off her boxers with practiced ease and begins crawling over you. Her hand rests against the headboard as she steadies herself, the other reaching down to cup her pussy. You lick your lips, eyes flickering between hers and her cunt.
"Please," the word is soft, leaving you breathlessly. "I wanna taste you, please."
"Yeah?" she tilts her head, the pad of her index finger sliding up and down her slit. You watch her gather her wetness and then bring it up to her clit, circling the bud. "Wanna make me cum?"
"Please, please." you grip at her thighs, nails digging into her skin. Paige moans at the feeling, her own hand now moving faster against herself. "Wanna make you feel good."
Paige's hand leaves her pussy and she hovers above you, holding onto the headboard. You lift your head and stick your tongue out, eager for her to sit on you. You whine when she hovers her pussy just above your mouth, tongue swiping out to lick against her folds.
"Fuck, yeah," Paige moans, head dropping forward. Her left hand grips the headboard whilst her right holds onto her pussy, spreading herself open for you. "Yeah, good girl."
The praise goes straight to your core and you moan, tongue darting out again. She's finally sat on your face and your head falls back against the pillow, licking at her cunt like a woman starved.
She starts grinding against your tongue, the slick sounds filling the air. You're making a mess of yourself, saliva dribbling down your chin as you lap at her, tongue dipping inside her.
"S'good," Paige pants, grip against the headboard tightening. "Yeah, like that-oh fuck."
Your tongue flicks against her clit, your thighs squeezing together as a you feel your pussy gush just from making her feel good. She's so warm and wet and tastes so good and you can't get enough, tongue lapping at her clit in quick, harsh motions.
"Keep- fuck- keep doing that," her head drops forward and her hips cant, her movements becoming sloppy as she chases her high. "Right there, yes-"
Her legs start shaking, the muscles quivering under your touch and her hand reaches down, smoothing against your hair. Her hips move erratically, chasing her orgasm.
"Oh fuck, m'gonna cum." she pants, a bead of sweat rolling down the valley of her breasts. "Keep- yeah, yeah-"
Paige cries out with a broken moan, her orgasm washing over her. She's shaking all over, groaning as you keep lapping at her clit. You drink her up, moaning against her pussy.
"Please," she begs, her voice high pitched. "Fuck, I can't."
She's cut off by her own sob, eyes rolling back in her head. The room is filled with her moans, the sound bouncing off the walls and mixing with the obscene sounds coming from where your mouth is.
Paige is squirming on top of you, the sensation of overstimulation sending waves of pleasure through her body. Two can play at that game, you think.
"So good to me," Paige manages to choke out between moans, teeth gritted. "My fucking girl, s'so good."
You're drunk off of her, her words of encouragement only spurring you on. You roll your tongue against her clit, nails pressing down harder into her skin. Paige fights against your grip, hips lifting up as she pants heavily, forehead pressed against the wall.
She shakily moves her hips backwards and away from your mouth, now sitting across your hips. You're breathing just as heavily, the room spinning around you. Your chest is heaving and your eyes are half lidded as you stare up at her, lips red and puffy.
"You're so hot," you mumble, eyes drifting across her chest. The words leaving you before you can even process them.
Paige snickers, running a hand through her hair. "I know."
"So fucking annoying."
"You love it."
And well, she's not wrong. You reach up, cupping her tits and giving them a firm squeeze. Her hands reach up to cover yours, leaning into your grip.
"You want it?"
It takes a moment for your brain to catch up and figure out what she's referring to but when she gestures down to her crotch with a nod of her head, the cogs turn into place.
Paige spots the excitement in your eyes because she sniggers, tongue kissing her teeth. "'Course you do."
She clambers off of you, slight wobble in her legs as she does so. The moonlight dances through the room and you can see the sweat beading against her back, muscles rippling when she digs through her suitcase.
When she turns back she's got the harness briefs dangling from her fingers, skin coloured dildo fisted in the other hand. She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes back at her, urging her to get on with it.
She stands at the end of the bed, slipping the boxers over her feet and up her legs. She fits the dildo into place, bottom lip pulled between her teeth in concentration when she fumbles slightly.
You watch her with bated breath, squeezing at your covered tits mindlessly.
"Keep that on," Paige mumbles, nodding towards your bra. She crawls onto the bed, stopping at your feet. "Turn over for me."
You flip over with a groan, using what little strength you had left to keep your chest flat to the mattress, ass high in the air. Just how you know she liked it.
She affirms your thoughts with a soft moan at the sight of you, moving further up the bed. You feel the plastic brush up against you and it makes your thighs twitch, ass jutting up higher for her touch.
Her hands smooth against your ass, squeezing at the fat of it when you back up against her again. "Someone's impatient."
"C'mon." you urge, shaking your ass just enough to get her to fold. It works, of course, because she moans again- deeper this time. She grips the base of the dildo and slides it between your folds, blunt head nudging your clit. You're still soaking wet, the plastic glistening before she's even put it in you.
"Damn," the word leaves Paige automatically, pupils blown out as she admires your mess. "Ask me nicely and I'll put it in."
You groan against the sheets, fits gripping the cotton tightly. "Please, Paigey."
The nickname gets you a harsh slap to the ass, the impact stinging your skin. You suck in a breath through your teeth but the smirk grows across your lips despite it all.
"Fuck me Paigey, please."
"Shut the fuck up."
She slides in with one smooth motion, intrusion bringing your brows up to your hairline. It stings slightly but the familiar is welcomed, comforting almost.
"Gonna fuck you now," Paige's hands smooth down your back, coming to rest at the base of your spine. "Gonna make you fucking cry."
You strain your neck against the bed to get a peek at her and you're not sure you've ever seen her this wound up before- her eyes are wide, a red flush travelling across her chest and up to her cheeks. She's fucked.
Her hips draw back and then slam back into you, the sound of skin on skin deafening you. She's unforgiving, nails digging into your skin as she uses your hips as leverage to fuck into you. She's grunting with each thrust, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
"Yeah, yeah-" you whine, eyes screwed shut as the blonde ruins you. You can just about hear how wet you are over the sound of her skin smacking against yours, the recognisable squelch of your pussy getting louder when she grants you with another slap to the ass. "You fuck me so go-ood."
"Yeah?" Paige breathes out, slapping your ass again. Her hand tingles from the force but she ignores it, slapping your other ass cheek with the same hand. "Whose pussy is this? Hm?"
You can barely respond, body jostling against the sheets.
"Is it mine, baby?"
You nod against the sheets, helpless.
Another slap.
"Tell me."
"It's yours!" you cry out, fingers practically ripping holes into the sheets. "Yoursyoursyours-"
"Fuck yeah it is."
She pistons in and out of you at an ungodly speed and it makes you dizzy- so dizzy you don't even feel your orgasm approaching until you're on the edge, threatening to tip over.
"Cumming!" is all you can let out, the word caught in your chest as your spine curls inwards, heels kicking up against your girlfriend. It hits you like a truck, legs spasming and arms stretching out against the sheets as you cream against Paige. You see spots in your vision, eyes crossing as the pleasure consumes you. You feel everything, and then all of a sudden- nothing.
"You good princess?"
You crack an eye open to see Paige laying beside you, propped up on an elbow. She's gently stroking your cheek with her thumb, hair now pulled up into a messy bun atop of her head.
"Did I die?"
She snickers, leaning across to press a kiss to your forehead. "I killed that pussy, maybe."
You release the sheets that's still gripped in your hand to shove the blonde back but she just sticks her tongue out at you, reaching behind her for a glass of water left on the bedside drawer.
"Drink some, you need it."
She holds it to your mouth and you chug it down, dry throat welcoming the fluid. "I seriously passed out?"
"Eh," Paige shrugs, rubbing down your back. "You were conscious, just about."
"Wow," you roll onto your front, ache between your thighs making itself evident. "You did a number on me."
"Same again tomorrow?"
Your palm smooshes against her face, pushing her away with a laugh.
"Your turn tomorrow, Bueckers."
#well this really is something!#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers fic#paige bueckers fluff#my writing#lowkey rushed the end because i just wanted to get this out lol#but enjoy nonetheless
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jj fuckinâ his girl bestfriend all nice and slow, taking in her body just in complete shock that this is reality and not some crazy wet dream. tanned arms supporting his body weight beside her head where her hair is splayed around her head like a halo making her look like some kind of goddess, full lips parted and eyes closed, little âuh, uh, uhâsâ leaving her pretty mouth at every thrust where jjâs fat cock nudges that spot inside her squelchy pussy that makes her dig her nails more aggressively into his muscly back.
her eyes opening for a second when his thrusts become more frantic and miscalculated, her orgasm building white hot in her lower stomach making her moan out, their eyes locking as he continues thrusting, his orgasm building as fast as hers seemed to be.
on a whim, she reaches up to take his shark tooth necklace between her teeth, the action innocent but making jj even more desperate for his release, her innocent eyes looking up at him as he thrusts harder, an even deeper desire consuming him as she moans out.
wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a heated kiss, tongues swirling deliciously against each other as he swallows all of her pretty little noises, pulling away to watch her face as she claws harder at his back, his arms aching but he wasnât about to miss this moment, eyes flicking to her tits as her noises got louder. ââm fuckinâ coming jj!â
âcmon come for me pretty.â he says, keeping his pace and not looking away from her face, a loud moan spilling from her wet lips as she comes undone, face contorted beautifully as her eyelids slip closed again, feeling the wetness of her orgasm coating his cock he lets go too with a loud groan, as she watches his adams apple bob as he cranes his neck back, dropping his arms which supported his weight and whispering praises inaudibly into her neck.
their sweat-slick bodies pressed impossibly close but still needed to be closer, with his slowly softening dick still inside her sopping pussy she takes a hand through the tangles strands of blonde hair and a kiss to his sweaty forehead, making him smile and press a lazy kiss to her collarbone. âcanât believe we didnât do that sooner, youâre fuckinâ perfect.â he mumbles, making her blush crimson as he nuzzles his face into her neck and breathes out all relaxed.
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â HELL ON HEELS . . ! â
᥎êȘ« sum. it's your third day on the job as a flight attendant. you work around a lot of snobby rich elites, but a particular one catches your eye. a particular one who tips you $300 dollars in cash and wants way more than just your uninvited attention.
wc. 6.5k
warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, this is how gojo and reader meet, mile high club trope, flight attendant reader, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), semi public sÄx, praise kink, degradation, dry humping, squırting, spanking, edging.
an. thank u to everyone who voted for this on the poll <3
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the low-pitched whirring of the planeâs engine was quite loud. white noise could be heard through first class as you walked alongside the aisle. with a heavy sigh, youâd just wish the day would be over. the overall duration of the flight was about a good two hours, not too bad but you were already over it. dealing with haughty a-list celebrities or elites as a whole wasnât for the weak. a majority of them were rude, snobby, and just stuck up individuals. except for one . .
as thick pieces of rubber stick against your heels and clank against the carbon fibre floor, you sashay through and from the rows before a cheeky voice calls over to you. âexcuseee me, miss âttendant,â and you crane your neck to where it was coming from. sat right by the window near the leftâ draped in nothing but a sable-black tuxedo with a pricey g-shock wrapping around his wrist, he simpers. âdo you ahh, mind if you . . ?â
âhuh,â you quirk your eyebrows into a brow before he nods his head up toward the cabin compartment above all of the seats. âoh,â you give him a soft smile. he takes a quick glance at your name tag thatâs glued on the left side of your blazer. you lean over against him, reaching towards the latch to pull it down. the more you get close to him, the more you smell his cologne. itâs so strong, you were sure it was some kind of expensive designer brand. a small grunt leaves your lips as you stretch before just when youâre about to pry open the cabinet, the plane grumbles with a rude shake. a rude shake in which you fallâright onto the older manâs lap whoâs got the smuggest grin.
âweâre experiencing a bit of turbulence up here, sincerest apologizes passengers..â
the pilot mutters through the intercomâ itâs blaring through the speakers. he talks for about seven seconds, as well as reminding for everyone to have their seatbelts on at all times before he stops.
as if things couldnât have been anymore embarrassing, your face lands right into his crotch. âoh my godâiâm so sorry sir,â you try to atone, sitting up and as youâre up so close to him, you take a moment to actually get a good glimpse at the man.
he was pretty, simply no denying it. you knew him from anywhere. gojo satoru, the gojo satoru. the snowy white hair was a dead giveaway.
he was more of a well known business manâa ceo of some hot shot company. he had his own clothing brand, does lots of men photoshoots, and even modeled a bit in his early twenties. although, the more you gawk at him, the more it seems like he barely even aged. gojo looks like he was still in his twenties, he had a bit of a stubble but was quite really well shaved. azul-blue eyes return the stare right back at you as you take in his prepossessing features for just a bit longer.
god, he was handsome.
gojoâs hair was neatly neat, a simple slick back of a sort with a few strands of white hair running down his face. he brings a wrist up to his face to rub his mouth before covertly humming. â. . oh, am i that good lookinâ, princess?â
you gulp once he catches you staring, and then it hits you again,
you were still dumbly laid on his lap as heâs gazing into your eyes with the most complacent grin. âi-iâm sorry,â you mumble, cringing at your own stutter. thankfully, it was probably about four am, it was a private jet and only a few other passengers scattered around the sectioned row. sitting up, you rub your neck sheepishly before sighing. âi . . donât usually fall on passengers during on my shifts.â
âheh well iâd hope not,â he teases. âoh, and donât worry about getting my luggage by the way,â and his eyes trail you down before he glances at your name tag again. âhm, i think iâd like to request something else though,â and the more you stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, the more you get lost in them.
his eyes were equivalent to a maze, youâre always getting lost in his pretty irisesânever finding your way out. âyouâre probably all sore from walkinâ around in those heels, how âbout you take a little break?â
and he was right. the entire lower parts of your calves were a bit sore, so you do. you take a break . . although,
your 'break' mainly consists of you being hunched over, propped up in front of gojoâs seat with him eating you out from behind like a starved man. your bottom lip feels all numb and puffed from chewing on it for so long. your lips part into an exaggerated âoâ as your headâs repeatedly being pressed against the back of the airplane seat in front of you. the softly made material rubs against your face and you moan. some older woman was snoring in the front of it, headphones plugged in both sides of her ears.
thank god, you prayed whatever heavy metal track she was listening to would distract her slumber from hearing your loud, whiny moans.
alas again, by âbreakâ, you didnât expect this but you werenât exactly complaining either. with gojoâs tongue rummaging against your clit, it had you gasping for desperate various breaths. âs-sirrrr,â you whimper, a lewd smile pursing against your lips. two broad hands of his had your jade-colored business skirt pulled up all the way to the very hem of your torsoâ just about reaching near your now wrinkled blazer. as you sling an arm over the seat in front of you, you whine once his nose prods against your soddened entrance. ângh, âm gettinâ close again i think. f-fuck, right there.â
âplease, call me satoru, baby,â he whispers against your pussy. you shudder from the coldness of his breath aerating against your bare skinâyou whine once his palm swats by your right ass cheek, giving it a mean spank. âooh,â he coos from the recoil of your rear. so pretty, it was quite funny how things even escalated so quickly.
right before he was buried into the depths of your plush thighs, you were just chatting with him. gojo had a charm to him. he was a lot different from the other stuck up elites you occasionally dealt with. he was quite easy to talk to. you make it a habit to talk to each passenger, despite how snobby they might come across anyway.
with him though, he was a pure smooth talker.
gojo showered you with a plethora of compliments. it came natural, it didnât seem forcedâheâd point out your pretty eye color, your hair, just anything. with your job, you were used to getting a few compliments here and thereâbut heâd go all out, all out in a way where it makes your heart flutter and fly. youâre rutting your ass against his face, loving the way his wet tongue curls into a few alphabetic letters. heâs just filthy. each breath that escapes from your lips as if it was being held captive felt like it was gonna be its last.
âso . . fuckinâ sweet,â he purrs, dragging a thumb down your slit for a moment. gojo takes a second to admire the way you easily soak in his digit, such a breathtaking sight inside. lewd, but breathtaking. âmhm, look at her givinâ me a little show. move your ass against my face a little more, sweetheart. yeah, fuck.â
your heart does jumping jacks at his dialogue. his voice was deep, richâand seductive.
the silvery band of his watch continues to skim all across your skin as your hips judder. you shiver, feeling yourself about to reach your inevitable orgasmic peak before you moan out loud. you tried to suppress your noises, you didâbut it was no use. youâre already biting at your hardened knuckles but oh, his tongue.
every few seconds, heâd break away to spit and slobber on your pussy. his nose consistently smears all against your folds, getting you ten times more wetter than you already were. heâs nasty, making sure you keep that arch for him. your skirt was pulled up and all wrinkled. the teeth-shattering stimulation makes you feel nerves surge all throughout your body like galvanic electricity.
âs- satoruuu.â youâd huff out in tiny pants, feeling your tummy cave in a few times. your sweet moan, its like a tuneâa harmony, hell, it was melodic. heâd listen to you whine his name like that all day if he could. a gentle hand of his runs down your twitching leg, giving every part of your body from behind attention.
he was starting to get addicted, you were too sweet . . candied even, it was dangerous. heâs always had a bit of a sweet tooth anyways and perhaps you were his new favorite treat.
the raving pace of his tongue was simply relentless. youâre gripping onto the back of the seat for dear life, barely able to keep up with him.
ethereal ivory lashes of his open and close every millisecond that passes. itâs as if time was going slow for youâ of course it was though, considering how you were thousands of feet in the air. you donât know why, but the thought of someone just walking by and stumbling upon you all bent over for a passenger,
not just a passenger but the gojo satoru . .
youâd be lying a bit if you said it didnât turn you on a bit. you knew it was against policy to screw on the job, in the air at that, but it was the middle of the night and partly everyone onboard was asleep anyway. having some affluent attractive guy right between your thighs, you were living the dream. you thought this only happened in the movies.
âaw, donât give up on me just yet, pretty,â he soothes a tune against your cunt. after a while, gojoâs speedy flicking of his tongue transitioning to pure sucks. youâre shaking within the suction of his mouth. itâs almost too much to bare yet you didnât want him to stop. he knows just the right tempo to make you roll your eyes back too. with prying hands, gojoâs spreading open your ass a bit more to lick a deeper area with his tongue. you zealously whine once he playfully uses a thumb to poke against your puckering hole. âmhm, yeah. thaaaatâs it, but donât be so loud though, princess. i know weâre in the back row but still, heh.â
and with thatâ he gifts your ass another smack. he proudly relishes in your lewd, pornographic reactions. youâre an entire mess and heâs slurping your fervor shamelessly.
âs- satoruuuu, fuck f-fuck,â your breathing starts to significantly pick up. with your chest continuing to sink in and out, he briefly sneaks his dampened lips away from your entrance to bite near your thighs. the way you were shaking to him was just so cute. the white noise that continues to sing and reverb throughout the planeâs structure grew louder. or . . that was just the ringing through your earsâregardless, it was between that noise and the sounds of your own obscene pleasure that had a competition. a competition on who could be the most louder. your name-tag thatâs still pressed against your blazer remains to rub off against the fabric of the seat in front of you.
your perked nipples snag in the process as youâre arching a bit more before a wail dies out your throat. âi- iâm gonna cuâ oh!â
âanother few hits of turbulence, folks. please stay in your seatbelts. time of arrival should be around six thirty am..â
you bring a hand over your mouth in a cute attempt to silence yourself as youâre meeting your highâlistening to the pilot, you sob out a squeal from the inside of your palm. gojoâs slurping you up again with his tongue, your grinding against his face makes him chuckle. with his jaw tightening a bit, he doesnât careâyou were so sweet, he could eat you out all day. not to mention, he was quite thirsty. instead of having you retrieve one of his bags, he was gonna originally ask for a glass of water. but this quenched his thirst a lot better in his humblest opinion. his warm breath fans against your cunt all the while you feel his stubble tickle near the undersides of your thighs. âmmph.â you moan, peeking in front of you to still see the old lady knocked out cold. with the way you were rocking into the back of her seatâ you were surprised she didnât wake up. you were glad she didnât though. otherwise, youâd embarrass yourself yet again.
with your orgasm still having its moment, you start to calm down a bit. heâs still slithering his tongue down your folds, savoring your taste as if itâs the last thing on the planet. his chin was coated with all of your slick, and he snickers before dragging a thumb to get another taste. âgood girl. give it to me, ride myâride my tongue, uh huhhh.â
a swarm of butterflies wanders around inside of your tummy from his wordsâhis tone, it was so soft yet the dialogue that spoke out was just downright dirty. you pulse between your thighs and it only makes you crave him more.
as youâre still arched over in front of him, you take a few hard gulps to swallow as youâre finishing your perfect nirvana state. ecstasy, just ecstasy overtakes your entire body as he gives your pussy itâs final sucks and nibbles. once he finishes, heâs still sat in his chair. spinning you around, he gives you a warm smile.
âcâmere, sweetheart..â
out of breath and pants snatching out of your full lungs with easeâyou move into him with your eyes half-lidded. â. . . atta girl, taste how sweet you are. gimme a kiss,â and you get on top of him. sliding off your heels, you get onto gojoâs lap. now straddling him, you lean into a steamy, hot kiss. two hefty built arms of his wrap around your waist, pulling you in close. once your lips meet, itâs just utterly sloppy.
throwing your arms around him and tugging on his tucked out collar, you deepen the kiss. he groans at your enthusiasm, allowing his hands to glide against every inch of your body. gojoâs fingertips dance against the pieces of clothing you wore, despite it being so few. your blazer was still on and yet couldnât help but rock against his lap as your tongue parts inside of his mouth. gojoâs head leans back as youâre enjoying yourself. but all of a sudden, you moan once you feel it.Â
his boner, right in the middle part of his pants. gojo satoru was hardâhard for you.
he grunts lowly, a hand of his snaking up your leg as you taste the sweet remnants of your own flavor on his tongue. the closer you are to him, the closer you get a nice everlasting sniff of his cologne. so manly, itâs a rich scent that you could never get enough of. it was so strongâroaming through the air so much that it almost gave you a headache.Â
âfuck,â he sibilates. a single hissing word that comes from his mouth makes you throb oh so easily. youâre swaying your hips against him and his adamâs apple bobs back in rapture. every few seconds, he pulls away to leave a wet slope of kisses down your neck. a hand of yours tugs against his tie that was neatly worn on him. âdamn girl youâre kinda kinky,â and he finally pulls away, teasingly biting on your bottom lip before finally departing. âiâm startinâ to like you.â
âmore,â you murmur, leaning in to nip a wet kiss of your own near the crooked crevices of his mouth. naturally parted lips of his twitch, causing him to wryly smile back at you. âi need more, sir. we have a few more hours left. please.â
âbaby, you can call me satoru. cut the formal shit yeah?â and his voice was a pitchy low, an almost rasp hidden underneath. a hand of his gently grabs your chin and youâre met with the most prettiest eyes. if it wasnât his long lashes, it was his celestially blue eyes. so blue that it was as if you were star gazing at a summer sky. gojo satoru a pretty man, no doubt. he hums to himself in amusement at your cute doe-eyed expression, hungry for more. sitting on his boner was already torture enough, you just wanted him inside.Â
sure, you were technically working but you didnât care about that. âsatoruuuu,â heâs being playful, a thumb still pulling down your bottom lip. as youâre both maintaining such intimate eye contact, his voice softens once more. gojoâs hand slides its way between your thighs before he raises a brow in a taunting manner. âwhat do you want satoru to do to you? tell me, girl.â
ât- touch me.â you almost whine out, it yanks out from your throat so pathetically. the throbbing you were feeling behind your panties only turned into straight convulses.Â
playfully, he tilts his head with a smile. âyeah? touch ya where.â
âi gotta spell it out for you?â you pout, and he chuckles at your frustrated attitude. you start to jerk your hips against his lap and he holds your waist in place to bring those movements to a stop. âf-fuck, âs hard.â
stroking a thumb against your quivering lips, his minty breath hits against your noseâyou smell it and itâs minty fresh. a scent of what seemed to be some kind of tangy beverage and a gum like substance. with a mocking tone, he presses a kiss against your nose before jibing. âi just wanna know where âm gonna put my hands on this pretty body. thatâs all,â and his voice was so smooth, an almost purr. with a chortle, he moves a few strands of hair out of your view of sight before continuing his words. ânow now, iâll ask again, pretty. where do ya want me to touch you? letâs be descriptive this time.â
âbetween my t-thighs,â you confess, already soaked from him devouring your pussy just merely seconds ago. the shocking friction between both bodies had you feral, had you dizzy, had you stupid.
gojo gradually brings a hand down before you press a hand against his chest, pouting again. âactually, i want you to fuck me. please, satoru.â
âthere we go, good girl. ân heh, aw i figured,â he cheeses, licking a single stripe up your neck. âmhm, youâll have to ride me though. âs only so many positions you can do on a plane, heh.â
you barely let him finish your sentence before you start to unbuckle his pants. youâre so quick with it. gojo stares at the way youâre so desperate, taking it off the tiny hooks before yanking his belt all the way off. seconds later, youâre pulling down his pants toward his ankles. âooh,â his eyes flicker towards your chest as you start to align yourself against his lap. you take a moment to stare at his now exposed cock and it was so pretty. lengthy if anything, a leaky mushroom like tip that was a bit reddened. he was so hard too, just gawking at his heavyset bulge that had you almost drooling. gojo leans back, rubbing against his thigh before flashing you a cheesy smile. âwellllll,â he sings. âdonât be shy girl. get on up here. ride all that stress away from work, pretty thing.â
he was so cocky, yet you were so needy.Â
as youâre still aligning him, your damp entrance rubs off against the head of his tip. itâs peeling open a bit, the skin that attaches to the frenulum was just so mesmerizing to look at. itâs got a pinkish color, almost red. shortly following, a mere tannish color flushes on his cock near the base down. you moan once he grabs ahold of his length, helping you adjust.Â
âeasy . . easy baby, i gotcha,â he sighs, feeling your warmth slowly swallow him whole. those short seconds you spend taking in gojoâs dick feels like long, consecutive hours.
youâre dripping wet. as you straddle his lap, preparing to ride him, he slouches back in such a sexy way. manspreadâgojo grunts out a single breath as his chest deflates. shifting his gaze towards your cunt, he spreads open your folds to get a better view. âughhh, look at how she opens up for me. âs fuckinâ nasty,â he groans, staring dead at your cunt. you were indeed coating him with your slick from the base down. âgive it to me, upside daisey, yeah.â
youâre taking his inches as the seconds go by before after a whileâyou plop down, feeling him bottom out already. gojo moans, gifting your ass with another spank. âf-fuck âtoru,â you hiss, knowing that was a non-verbal sign for you to start up your hips. a cooling air that passes through the plane sets against your skin as you move. you whine, feeling his hands trickle alongside the secretive edges of your thighs. âtouch me more, l- like that.â
âi donât remember saying you could tell me what to do,â he meets your eyes as you start to thrust forward. heâs got the most impish grin stretching against his lips. gojo grips your chin for what was probably the nth time within this hour before he grins. ânuh uh, donât look away. i wanna see those gorgeous eyes,â and he sneaks another wet kiss against your mouth. âride it like you own it baby.â
you start off realllll slow,Â
sashaying your hips up and down against his lap in the most alluring way. all six eyes were on you and only you..
your arms still wrap around him and heâs keeping eye contact with you the entire time. with your blazer practically ruffled and wrinkled, you continue to move yourself against him. gojoâs cock stretches you out in such a way you didnât even know was possible. your walls craved him, you craved him.
as he leans further back, a handâs still glued to your ass before he smacks it . . again.
he pats it afterwards, watching a cute sour expression slowly marinate against your facial features.Â
gojo giggles at your cute noises, it doesnât take long before you bury your face into the crook of his neck, gnawing your teeth against his collared shirt. âf-fuck, satoru,â youâd whine out, feeling his grip tighten against your ass. his cologneâs got your head spinning like a merri-go-round, giving you whiplash in all the right ways. âs-so big, stretchinâ me.â
âtakinâ it so good, baby,â he licks against the lobe of your ear. his breath against your neck was warmânot so cold anymore. two rough hands grasp onto your active hips, encouraging you to go more forward, more faster. âgood girl, mhm, fuck me like that. use those hips for me, yeahh.â
his dick curves through every part of your walls as if itâs exploring. you feel him reach deep within every part and itâs driving you toward the first street of crazy.
breathy pants skate out from your lips as youâre swinging yourself back and forth against him. âs-satoru,â you whimper, feeling his hands continue to feel against the bare bottom parts of your ass. you could feel the bands of rings he wore rub off against your skin also, so fridgly cold. âf-fuck, âs good. mhm, fuck.â
âyouâre so pretty,â he groans, the brief sounds of skin slapping resounding through your ears. itâs loud, almost sonorous.
his hair was getting a bit ruffled and unkempt, adding to his suave, mature features.
as he looks off into the nearly empty dim lit aisle, a silhouette appearsâsomeoneâs coming. itâs a familiar sound of heels hitting against the floor and you were too occupied of being horny to turn your head. at first, you barely even notice as youâre still grinding against his lap. âoh shit,â gojo gasps, grabbing the sides of your hips, suddenly bringing you to a stop. with a sly smile, he hums against your ear. âbaby, donât freak but i think your co-workerâs coming.â
âw- what?â you murmur, and he makes you spin around, still having his heavy cock hidden into the swollen depths of your cunt. glancing up, it was one of your co-workers coming. in a weak attempt to fix your nearly messed up blazer that was about to pop, you lean against his chest. âwhoâ where?â
as heâs pressed right up against you, youâre met with a playful deep voice against your ear. ârelax. act like youâre totally not cockwarming me, obviously,â and he runs a few fingers down your uniform, feeling you shift your hips a bit at his touch. gojo tries to make it look like you were just sitting on his lap, moving a cover over you and him from the waist down. you feel so full, you were growing more and more needy, a pout comes onto your lips because you didnât want to stop so abruptly. you just wanted to keep riding him, but of courseâyou were working. âplay it cool, baby.â
âum, is everything okay?â one of your fellow co-worker flight attendants, serena murmurs.
with a furrowing brow, she takes in the sight in front of her. you, happily straddling a passenger's lap whilst youâre heaving as if youâd just finish a 5k race. âweâve been some getting complaints about noises. also, you need to restock the snacks near back. weâre runninâ low on peanuts.â
ây-yeah, âm fine,â you sheepishly nod, knowing how fishy this entire scene might have looked. gojoâs dick was just idly enshrouded into your cunt, just one move and youâd be fucked. technically, you already were fucked. heâs tracing a finger against your thighs before you exhale. âbut uhâ canât you restock?â
âi would but thatâs not my job,â she snaps with an eye roll. gojo chortles at your co-workerâs attitude, he presses a single kiss against your neck and you almost moan. her facial expressions twist in disgust before she backs away. âanyways, just go restock,â and as she twists her heels to walk away, she utters under her breath. âweirdos. i donât get paid enough for this shit.â
gojo lets out a breathy laugh as you finally moan againâitâs taking everything out of you and you start up the jolting of your hips again. âf-fuck, âm close, âtoru,â you whimper, the friction feeling like hot static dragging against your legs. âmhm, âs good.â
âyouâre even more dirtier than i thought, princess,â he whispers, a hand playfully wrapping around your throat as youâre moving your hips back. âi bet your co-worker put two ân two together. you could have been a little more believable.â
youâre moaning, his touch sending you more deadly shivers before you feel a coil within you squeeze shut tight. the beat of your heat grows rapid and your pupils dilate from pure pleasurable lust. youâre getting close again, itâs coming so quick that you barely have any time to breathe.
his aromatic cologne nearly blinds your sinuses before you feel against his neck with your palm. âi . . i donât care if she knows,â you mumble with a scowl, feeling his base continuously rub against your entrance. youâre coating him with nothing but a pretty viscous sheet of your slick. âfuck, âm gonna cum again.â
âyeah? what if i want you to wait?â he purrs, his sloping trail of kisses turning into sucks. you whine, leaning into his touch as heâs stuffing your insides full of thick cock. jelloâyour legs felt like jello, barely even able to move. the warmth against him had you hungry for more. it was addictive, you didnât know what it was. you didnât get like this for any other passenger, yet here you were. your mouth croons open, whining out a single harmony at his pace. heâs still making you grind back against him, the tempo having your head going for a spin every time. âwhat if i want you to be a good attendant ân wait just a bit longer fâme?â
âbutââ
ânuh uh,â he snickers, bringing a smack to your ass. âwait for me, pretty. this pussyâs gonna make a mess when i want her to.â
and he creeps a hand down between your jittery legs, rubbing a few circles against your already sopping wet cunt. a gasp wretches from your throat as youâre laid back against his chest. the rugged fabric of his tuxedo top whisks against your skin and youâre babbling out sweet nothings.
âf-fuck, âm not gonna last,â you whine, feeling yourself throb at the way his thumb brushes against your throat. heâs feeling the vibrations of your gruttural moans and itâs so cute. by this point, youâd already forgotten you were thirty thousand feet in the air. thirty thousand feet in the air and you were getting your pussy destroyed by one of your passengers.Â
not just any passenger though,Â
gojo satoru.Â
heâs panting right with you as youâre just bouncing on his lap, two soft padded hands gripping against his thighs. as you bite your lip, your ass thrashes back gainst him and he hisses. âjust like that, pretty girl. shiiiiit, âm gonna cum too.â
with his deep penetrative thrusts, itâs got you going ditzy. as he starts to spank against your puffy cunt, he nibbles against your collarbone. âyou wanna cum with me, yeah? âs that why you keep dragging yâr nails into my leg?â
âsâsir,â you desperately spat, but he spanks your cunt again so you could switch your words around. ângh, i mean satoru. wanna cum with you, pleaseplease. âs good, want it, finish in me.â
âmy, well when ya ask like that,â he hums, and you feel the sharpness of his hips pivot. gojo groans, standing up before he lies you back against the now reclined seat. âlie back, baby. actually, changed my mind. i wanna push those pretty knees up to your chest.âÂ
panting, you lie back against the now lounged seat. gojo flashes you that same sly grin before he lifts up your legâbringing a sweet kiss toward your ankle. âyou can lose your license over this, you know? dirty girl, lettinâ your pussy think for ya instead of that brain, huh?â
âdonât care,â you moan, watching him quickly align his cock against your slit. gojo grunts, feeling you easily swallow his tip up again. your cunt was clingy, he was very much addicted to your slippery sloppy core. with his pants halfway on and hanging down to his ankles, he starts up a rapid pace again. âuh, uh,â you whimper again and again, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist. youâre keeping him warm from the inside, raw moans pulling out of your esophagus like it was nothing. âright there, âm gonna cum, please. s-sir, fuck me.â
âsatoru,â he corrects you, a hand gripping your chin. pretty blue eyes leer down at you and heâs so close to you. as heâs jackhammering his cock into your sobbing swollen wallsâeyes of your own goggle into gojoâs as heâs fucking you silly. you probably look a mess from this view, the heel of your foot grazing down his strong back muscles. gojo hears the sloshing squelches your own pussy makes and you feel the sudden throb arise from his dick. he twitches inside you and it makes his head throw back. after he gains composure again, he exhales deeply, tapping a thumb against your sealed lips.âyou donât gotta be formal when âm inside, princess,â and he squeezes your lips together, licking near the bottom. âopen.â
youâre whining, his tempo growing quicker and youâre so close. crimson-carmine lips of his twitch into a feral smile once he sees you being so easy to comply. with your lips parting open, you tilt your head back before he spits into your mouth.
âtheeeereâs your tip,â he teases, pursing your lips together with two fingers as you swallow. your cunt still gripping against him as he then pulls you into a deep kiss. with your legs clutching around his waist. âuh, manners baby. whereâs my thank you?â
ât- thank you, âtoru.â you breathe, feeling your cunt throb even quicker.
âoh, youâre welcome,â he smiles and he canât help but giving you another kiss on the mouth shortly afterwards. the lustful stare heâs giving you could almost be described as lecherous has you more sopping wet by the second. with your legs tightly and securely keeping him from breaking away, he groans. right into your mouth, his tongue collides against yours before he sucks on it. as he brings you into a loving kiss again, gojoâs girth has you feeling a sudden arch in your back arise the moment you sit up. youâre being fucking into the reclined seat, his weight almost crushing against but it feels so good. âmhmmm, âm gonna cum. gonna spill so much inside of you, pretty.â
âdonât waste any,â you whimper, wrapping your arms around him. you didnât even care how unprofessional this was. in the back of your mind, youâre thinking to yourselfâ if someone walked in again, who cares? not you. âplease.â
âwell arenât you a doll,â gojo murmurs in a cooing tone, shoving your knees all the way up near your chest. youâre preparing yourself as youâre about to reach your final pleasurable demise. it feels almost tickling, the fat tip of his cock repeatedly kisses against that same spot within you. youâre whines sound almost melodic, not even caring if your pilot a few seats back heard. âlook at me.â he taps your bottom shaking lip, leaning in to plant another kiss on your lips. one turns into two, then three, then four . .
and thenâ his phone rings.
youâre still a moaning mess, feeling your legs just about give out as heâs pressing such amounts of weight on top of you. gojoâs hands fondle with your neglected breasts that laid underneath your blazer. he groans, reaching for his phone near the counter of the seat. with a grunt, he answers. âtch. satoru gojo.â
still snugly shoved deep inside, heâs multitasking. one hand holds onto the left side of your waist, another holding his phone up against his cheek. heâs drilling into you so mercilessly as if his occupation was a construction worker. you whine, the scratching itch never leaving you. once it comes, it comes. âsuguru, âm kinda busy. can this waiâ oh fâŠfuck.â
in an abrupt gasp, he ends up finishing first. itâs so much. thick gooey spurts pour into your cunt, filling up the insides of your goopy womb. gojoâs peering down at you and his lip quivers. he finished a bit early. too quick, his hand shakes as he holds up his phone before you squeeze your legs against his torso even tighter. for a moment, he almost whines himself. the strong gripping grip your pussy has against makes him swear underneath his breath.
âhuh? yeah, âm good,â he sexily whews, slowing his rhythm down a bit.
a hand of his snaps, making you look down between your legs.
he gives you a teasing grin and you spread your folds open. it was so much, so much velvety ropes of hot cum that ooze in and out of your sloppy folds. youâve never felt more warm from the inside. it was a feeling that had your mouth watering, salivating with your sweet, syrupy saliva. your legs were practically mush, and once you finish, you end up gushing all out at once. it takes you by surprise more than anything. the feeling comes like a crashing, unpredictable wave, a fading fade then departures from your body. minutes eventually pass and gojoâs still yapping away on the phoneâyet after a while, he decides to wrap it up and groan. âyeah yeah okay, man. i gotta go now. unless you wanna listen to how i sound post-orgasm, heh.â
âwhatâ?â
with a quick bleep, gojo hangs up. tossing his phone aside, he looks down at youâcutely sprawled out whilst chills run down your body. he can almost see you palpitating from said chills. leaning up close to you, still balls deep, he pants heavily. gojo pressed a kiss against your right temple before teasing. âheyyy, did you just squirt on me?â he asks, and he speaks in a sly soft tone.
you donât reply and he gives you a priggish smile. âyou didddd. so nasty, i should make ya lick it off me.â
you did end up squirting. it was so much. so so much.
youâre still having your legs wrap around his waist before you grab onto his wide, stiff shoulders. âs-satoru,â you moan into his neck, getting yet another balmy whiff of his manly musk. âf-fuuuck, more.â
right before he could reply thoughâ the intercom of the plane comes on and itâs the pilot.
âladies and gentleman, weâve made it to our destination. local time and time of arrival is six thirty-three am. for your own safety and others around you, please remain seated and keep the aisles cleared until i announce weâre at the airport gates. thank you.â
âaw, boo,â gojo laments, slowly pulling out of your pussy. a pout unfurls against your glossed lips as you feel suddenly empty. no more thick inches inside. the only thing you felt were the leftover masses of his cum spewing out of you. the seats were a mess, he brings a hand down to strum a few fingers against your entrance and you whine. so soaked, he gifts you with a kiss on your forehead before exhaling. âwell, think itâs âbout time we part ways, gorgeous.â
gojo helps put back on your skirt and panties and youâre just laid back with a cute scowl as he assists you off your feet. âi . . canât walk like this,â and he chuckles at how stiff you wereâ a few droplets of his cum race down your thighs and you almost moan again. youâre still sensitive, throbbing near every inch of your body before he stands up. heâs so lean and tall. as gojo towers over you, you glance up at him and youâre met with that annoying flirtatious smirk he gave you when his eyes first laid on you. âmy panties are practically ripped.â
he turns around to grab his suitcases above him from the cabinet and sighs.
zipping up his exposed fly, gojo leans in to kiss your forehead. âah, well i can always buy you some more,â and then he pauses. âactually,â he grabs his wallet and your eyes widen once he gives you three hundred dollar bills. âi can buy you more than just panties if ya want, sweet thing,â he slides the bills in between your bra before pressing a kiss against your neck. âyouâve been such a good girl,â and he then hands you his business card. it displays his name and a cheesy saying near the front, all his information in bold blue letters too. before walking away with your bawled up underwear, he leans up to your ear for a final time and whispers, âremember though, itâs satoru gojo, baby. ah, and these pantiesâiâll be keeping these as a souvenir.â
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two-player
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
turns out itâs a great idea to screw around with your coworker (2.9k)
cw: 18+ only SMUT. mean!eddie, bratty reader (really theyâre just stubborn idiots pining for each other), degradation on the low (eddie calls r some names), use of petnames, spanking, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, lmk if I forgot any!
âI canât fucking stand you,â you hiss, your chest colliding with metal.
You can hear the metallic jangle of Eddieâs belt buckle coming undone, his free hand pressing hard into your back, keeping you bent over the hood of his van.
Heâd been driving you up the wall the entire day, your shift at the arcade seeming to never end. You were at each otherâs throats the entire time, spitting insults back and forth like children until Keith had told you to shut the fuck up and go home - he'd close up shop himself - and not bother coming back until you could figure your shit out.
You were seething, tension at an all time high between the two of you when you stomped after him out to the dark, empty parking lot. You arenât quite sure how you got here, you just know it involved Eddie pressing you up against the back wall of the building, his tongue tangling with yours.
A dry chuckle erupts from deep in Eddieâs throat. âSure, sweetheart. Iâm not that fond of you, either.â
You gasp when his hands tug your shorts down, your panties coming with them in one swift, harsh motion. His ring-clad hand comes down to smack your ass, kicking your feet apart with a heavy boot.
âFuck,â he curses under his breath, barely loud enough for you to hear it. His hands grope each cheek, spreading them to expose your tight little hole, the slick folds of your drenched pussy.
âAre you gonna keep ogling or actually do something, Munson?â you snark, letting out a startled squawk when he slaps your ass again.
âIâm gonna start by fucking that stupid little attitude right out of you,â he grits, gathering each of your hands and bringing your wrists together behind your back, holding them firmly. âSound like a plan, sugar?â he asks, bending over your frame so that his mouth is inches from your ear.
Youâre about to bite back when he swipes the middle and ring fingers of his free hand through your folds, rubbing back and forth through them.
âItâs real fucking cute,â he says, venomous, âthat you wanna talk suuuch a big game, but here you are; getting soaked when Iâve barely even touched you.â
You shiver despite the heat of the night, craning your neck to try and get a better look at him. You try to shoot him daggers, but youâre aware you probably just look pathetic. It doesn't help that the fluorescent glow of the Palace Arcade sign was casting him in the prettiest oranges and blues, making him look ethereal.
Heâs right, too. All the teasing, the arguing, the insults have done nothing but get you hot for him. You wanted to see how far you could push him, wanted to see if heâd cross into uncharted territory.
And cross he did.
He teases your entrance, swirling the pad of his finger around the slick hole, your back arching.
âEd-dieee,â you whine, face going impossibly hot when you hear him laugh at you.
âWhat?â he asks, feigning nonchalance. âWhat do you want?â
You burn, jaw setting as he continues to tease you. âYou know what,â you reply meekly.
âDo I? Hmm, Iâm not sure. Nothing seems to be coming to mindâŠâ
âPlease,â you try, not wanting to have to say the words.
âOh, so now you can be polite? Thatâs sweet, but I still wanna hear you say it,â he purrs. âTell me what you want.â
Your jaw clenches, wanting to tell him off but thinking better of it. He wonât give you anything if you push him too hard. Itâs harder than it should be to get the words out of your mouth, feeling petulant in your reluctance to tell him what you need.
âI wantâŠâ you say, exhaling sharply. âI want your fingers inside of me.â
âOh, is that it?â he replies, and you donât need to look at him to know that heâs got a shit-eating grin plastered on that stupid face of his.
You nod, cheeks inflamed with humiliation. Nevertheless, your core throbs for him, a deep ache that needs to be satiated.
âEddieâŠâ you whine, so softly, as if you donât want him to hear it.
But he does. âSo needy,â he taunts, fingers continuing to tease your entrance. He draws circles around it, three times before finally giving in.
Two fingers intrude, pushing in to the knuckle. You inhale sharply, jaw hanging slack when his fingers start to curl. The sick squelching sounds he draws from your cunt are enough to make him swear under his breath, a muttered, âFuck, so wet.â
He knows exactly what heâs doing, itâs clear this isnât his first rodeo. His fingers fuck you with a precision you havenât known before. Youâd secretly assumed that heâd be good, but this is mind-blowing.
If his fingers feel this good, you have to know how his cock feels.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, youâre cumming around his thick digits, cream pooling around his rings.
âThatâs it, baby, fuck. Such a god damn whore, cumming so quick,â he bites, but you can hear the condescension wavering in his tone.
You donât say a word, your brain fuzzy, like the static on a television. Behind you, Eddieâs pulling his cock free from his boxers, and you can hear the rustle of movement when he shoves the clothing down his thighs.
One big hand reaches around to your face, palm open and waiting.
âSpit,â Eddie rasps, and your breath catches in your throat. It takes you a moment too long to compute for his liking. âDid I fucking stutter? Spit.â
You oblige, spitting in his hand, coating it with your saliva. You turn as best you can to watch him stroke his cock with his now slick palm, and a mewl escapes you at the sight of him. His cock is thick and glorious, the tip pink and leaking. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, meeting Eddieâs dark eyes.
âLike what you see, sweetheart?â he asks, smug.
You almost retort with something snarky, but thereâs a part of Eddieâs expression that says he really wants your approval. Thereâs a part of you that simply wants to give him whatever he wants.
âMhm,â you nod. âItâs so big, Eddie.â
âFuck,â he hisses.
He steps closer, pressing the head of his cock against your core. You whine, feeling yourself clench around nothing in desperate anticipation to take him. You bite down on your lip when he presses in, teeth sunk hard into the soft skin, fighting back the moan that threatens to break loose. It shouldn't feel this good, he's barely started fucking you, yet your entire body feels like a live wire.
Your hands clench into fists where he holds them behind your back, nails digging into the heels of your palms as he fully sheathes himself inside of you. A sharp whine is punched from your throat against your will, his cock splitting you open wide. His left hand digs into the curve of your hip, bracing himself as he starts to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace.
âEddie, c'mon,â you say, desperate for him to fuck you fast, hard.
âHm?â he hums, snapping his hips against your ass in a punctuated thrust.
You curse, letting the side of your face rest on the hood of his van. There's a tantalizing, slow drag of his cock pulling back out, making your body feel like it's on fire. You can feel how wet you are, the slick warmth beginning to drip down your inner thighs. The slight humiliation of the way Eddie has you exposed and vulnerable, the way he has you in the palm of his hand, makes your head spin and your skin burn.
Unable to take his devious pace, you huff in frustration. âPlease, Eddie. Stop going so slow.â
His fingers squeeze, mean, into the meat of the junction where your hip meets your ass. âYou're just never satisfied, are you?â
âI'm not fucking playing, Eddie. Come on. Are you gonna fuck me good or what?â
His nostrils flare, though you donât see it. If you want to play this game, fine.
âYouâre gonna regret that attitude when you canât even walk during your shift tomorrow,â he snarls, bending his body over yours so that heâs speaking into your ear. âDonât be a bitch.â
And you hate it â god, you hate it. The way his words go straight to your cunt, the way your walls squeeze his cock in desperation.
You whine in spite of yourself, cheeks going hot when you hear a triumphant puff of air leave Eddieâs nose.
He lets go of your wrists, a dull ache lingering where his fingers had wrapped around them. Both hands free, he grips each of your hips, holding you steady. He pulls his thick cock almost completely out of your needy pussy, before ramming entirely back in. A sharp moan is forced from your lungs, your hands trying and failing to find good purchase against the smooth surface of his vanâs hood. Eddie gives you no time to adjust to his new tempo, falling into a quick pace seamlessly. Hands splayed flat on the metal, you prop yourself up on wobbly arms, your limbs feeling like goo.
Eddieâs a pro, his hips bucking against your ass with each deep stroke, the head of his cock pressing firmly into your sweet spot each time. This definitely isnât his first time, and as good as it feels, it makes you a little bit jealous to think of some other girl in your position. You want him wrapped around your finger, begging on his knees for you and only you.
âDamn, sweetheart, this pussy was fucking made for me,â Eddie purrs. âThink she's been craving my cock for a while,â he says, squeezing your hips harder, the chunky rings on his fingers pressing almost painfully into the soft skin.
You let out a strangled whine, your legs feeling like they're on fire as he fucks you into oblivion. It's taking everything you have to stay standing, and his vulgar words only make your knees more weak.
âCome on, baby, tell me,â he goes on, his voice dropping an octave, husky and raw. âTell me how long you've been waiting for this.â
Your teeth tug at your lip, embarrassed to reply. He's got you cornered, completely figured out, but admitting your secret desires for him is giving in to his ego.
He pulls his cock all the way out, the weeping tip nudging at your entrance. You whimper pitifully at the absence of him, and he tuts in disapproval.
âAh-ah,â he leans in close again, the heat of his body over yours making you feel like molten lava. âYou don't get what you want if you don't behave,â he speaks slowly, his hot breath on your ear. He rubs the tip of his cock through your folds, taunting you. âTell me how long you've wanted me. How many nights you've spent with your fingers inside that poor, tight little cunt, wishing they were mine instead.â
You quiver at his command, your pussy throbbing for him as he continues to tease. You'd wanted him for far too long; moaned his name into the empty stillness of your bedroom on late lonely nights; fantasized about the softness of his mouth and the roughness of his hands; stared at him any chance you got at work when he wasn't looking. Or at least, you thought he wasn't looking.
You inhale shakily, Eddie's breathing audible behind you.
âI-I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long. Since I started working here, since before then-â you whine, your voice high-pitched and pleading, begging him to give you what you want now that you've relented.
âDo you think of me?â he coos. âWhen you touch this pretty pussy?â
âYes, Eddie. It's always you, always you,â you confess, gasping when he presses the head of his cock inside your aching walls.
âThatâs right, baby. No one else could make you feel this good.â He slowly fills you, the sticky glide of his cock as it nestles deep making your brows furrow and your eyes shut tight.
He stills once heâs fully inside again, your breathing shallow as you anticipate his movement. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear, surprising you, but in an instant heâs drawn back, standing upright where you canât reach those plump lips you so badly long to kiss. Without warning he falls into a quick pace, fucking you harder than before, better than before, if at all possible.
âGod. Y'know, sweetheart,â he says, breaking the white noise of the night around you. âIt drove me fucking crazy how I could never get you out of my head. No matter what I did, couldn't stop thinking about you,â he continues, grunting with the effort of his thrusts. âYou have no idea how many times I jerked off to the thought of you,â he says, teeth gritted as he presses against your sweet spot. âSometimes I'd even come out here and do it on my breaks, just couldn't fucking handle being around you. I've been dying to have you, for so long.â
Your jaw goes slack at his words, a silent moan frozen as you process it. All along it hasnât just been you with a secret fantasy, no; heâs been right there with you the whole time. In another moment, a different scenario, you'd play back every too-long glance or lingering touch he'd given you in a different context, but right now he's making your head too fuzzy to think that hard.
âEddie-â you pant, unable to continue. Words swirl in your brain but fail to form a coherent sentence, and you can only hope he's possessed a sudden ability to read your mind. That he can detect how much his words are affecting you.
You're soaking his cock, making each thrust slippery and smooth. You can hear the sick sounds of his balls slapping against your skin, your cunt squelching each time his cock fucks entirely into you.
âI'm, I'm gonna-â you stammer, voice shaky as you teeter on the edge.
âCum for me, sweetheart. I've been waiting so long for it,â he commands, his voice a low rumble.
His movements don't falter, fucking you even as your legs shake and your walls clench hard around him, over and over. Your cries are incessant, moans and curses of his name into the black hole of twilight that surrounds you. His movements grow sloppier, his previous precision dwindling. Your body grows overstimulated quickly, each drag of his cock setting your insides ablaze.
âShit, where do you want me to cum?â he asks, sounding nothing like he did before. An almost nervous edge to his tone, his cocky facade crumbling.
âInside, Eddie, inside,â you rush out, your mouth parting in a gasp when he instantly spills inside of you; not a moment of hesitation.
His cock twitches, a quiet, drawn-out groan leaving his lips. His thrusts slow to an exhausted halt, his breathing ragged with effort.
Your surroundings seem to blur at the edges as you come back to some semblance of reality. He pulls out slowly, your cunt tightening once as if in attempt to keep him inside forever. You don't speak, too afraid that if you do, the whole moment will shatter. That everything he had said would turn out to be a lie, that this was all some joke, something he could hold over your head for the rest of forever.
You stand up straight, your back still towards him, bending to pull your pants back up. You hear him do the same, heavy breaths puffing out of his nose.
âYou okay?â he asks finally, waiting for you to look at him, to speak, anything.
You take a shaky breath, relaxing yourself. âThat depends,â you reply, turning to face him. You try your best to sound collected, unsure of how well you're really doing after the way he just ruined you.
âOn?â He quirks a brow.
âWhether or not you were telling the truth. When- when you said you've been wanting me all this time.â Your voice comes out far breathier than you'd wanted, but you hold your ground, your face emotionless as you await his response.
Eddie's brows shoot up momentarily before softening, an expression you don't see on him often.
âSweetheart,â he purrs, a hand reaching out to grab your waist, pulling you up against him, chest to chest. Your heart pounds and you wonder if he can feel it. âYou have me in the palm of your hand,â he murmurs, leaning down to speak right into your ear. âI was just too much of a bitch to admit it.â
Goosebumps raise on your skin, your lips parting in a pleasant surprise at his statement. He draws back, deep brown eyes meeting yours.
âWell,â you say, still shaky. âI'm glad we got this sorted out, then.â
Eddie laughs, big and boisterous, so unlike that mean one he'd used before. It makes your heart swell, you want to reach out and grab his face, kiss him till he's breathless and reeling.
âGuess we could both stand to stop being so stubborn, huh?â he asks, tilting his head to the side with a cheeky grin.
âMe? Stubborn? I'm not sure what you're talking about, Munson.â
His eyes narrow, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. âI could go for round two right now, baby. Donât test me.â
You crack, breaking into a laugh. âIâd actually really like to be able to walk during my shift tomorrow, and my chances of that are already slim, so can I take a rain check?â
He snorts, a playful roll of his eyes accompanying it. âSure. A rain check. Just let me know when and where.â
âPreferably not in this parking lot.â
âNoted.â
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Kinktober Day 1: Size - Miguel OâHara x Fem!Reader
WC: 1.1k
CW: Size play, predator/prey dynamics, established relationship, piv penetration, no protection, creampie, teasing, praise, sub!reader, dom!miguel, subspace implied, reader gets fucked so good she passes out, aftercare is included
Notes: first time writing for miguel? pog? also welcome to kinktober everyone its gonna get freaky >:)
Miguel is constantly pinning you to things. Heâs not even doing it on purpose necessarily, heâs just so big.
Itâs not his fault that heâll reach for something over your head, or try to scooch behind you in the kitchen or hallway, and all of a sudden youâre pushed against the nearest surface being towered over by a 6â9 spider hybrid.
What is his fault is how he abuses it once he realizes how flustered it makes it. Heâs always been very perceptive when it came to you. He knows how your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, how your breath hitches, and your thighs squeeze together in need, right as you look upward to view him caging you in. It always gives a sickening ego boost. Youâre just so small compared to him. Breakable. Fragile. Delicate. Delicious.
He starts subtlety. Sneaking behind you when youâre making morning coffee, hovering behind when you work at your desk, and of course, getting you down on your knees for him whenever possible. It doesnât take long to escalate however, coming to a head one night before he is set to attend a Spider Society gala with you as his plus one.
You slide the dress up your body carefully, allowing the snug material to cling tight around your breasts in its strapless style. You straighten it out and peered over your shoulder to call, âMiggy? Can you come zip me up please?â
You adjust your hair and makeup in the mirror as you listen to his lumbering footsteps, smiling when he appears behind you, his eyes tracing over your curves in the reflection. He takes a step closer, and the way his shoulders dwarf yours causes your breath to hitch. He slides a hand up your side and another comes to rest on the back of your neck. You open your mouth to make the request again, but the air is knocked out of you as he pushes forwards, pinning you firmly to the floor-length mirror without looking away from his scanning of your body.
âSweet, tiny little thing. Youâre so easy to push around, arenât you, mi princesa?â He pushes his hips forward to rut against your ass, and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head from the combo of his growling tone and his hot erection against you. He leans down to nip at your earlobe before muttering, âI know you love how much bigger than you I am. Does it make you feel all funny? To know how I could wreck you, how I could turn you into my cowering prey, stuck underneath me? It makes your brain all fuzzy. And it makes your cunt dripping wet.â He uses the hand on your side to tug up the dress, exposing your bare ass. He scoffs at the lewdity and gives one of the round globes a spank, forcing a whimper from you.
You watch him in the mirror as he blocks you in on all sides while running a finger down to your folds, teasingly sliding it against your entrance before bringing it to his month to suck off the slick. He hums in approval and moves his arms to sit on either side of your head, leaving you boxed in but free to move against him.
âSpin around. I wanna look you in the eyes while I stretch your tight pussy to itâs breaking point, and if I see you look away I will make sure neither of us sees this event tonight.â
You gulp and slowly twirl around, having to crane your neck to meet his eyes even as he leers down at you. He places a hand over yours and coaxes it to the front of his crotch, using you to squeeze at his bulge before instructing you to undo the zipper and pull him out. You obey without hesitation, allowing him to tug down the top of your dress and reveal your tits as you do. His cock springs eagerly from its confines, precum already leaking from the tip that has flushed a deep purple.
Instinctively you try to drop down to your knees, your clouded headspace demanding that you needed to gag around him as soon as possible, but he manhandles you back up and off the ground with your wrists above your head and legs wrapped around his slutty waist. The rough force has you moaning softly, eyes already glazed over despite the lack of direct stimulation. It makes him chuckle darkly.
He lines his tip up with your entrance and gives no warning before sliding in with a single thrust. The slick dripping down your thighs is plenty of lube as he begins an earth-shattering pace, hips slamming into yours and tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. He leans down and vigorously sucks and bites around your breasts, littering them with hickeys while you cry on his cock, sobbing hysterically from pleasure.
He pulls away from his marking to take in your appearance, at the fat globs of tears gathering on your cheeks make his hips stutter and his abs tense. âGod, princesa, feels so good to corrupt you like this,â he switches his grip from your hip to your tummy so he can thumb at your clit, âSo ruined for me. Molded this tiny cunt to my dick, so itâs perfect just for me.â You whimper at the praise, jaw dropping open and tongue lolling out as he slides against the spongey spot inside you and rubs fast circles around your bundle of nerves.
âThatâs it, my good little girl. So delicate, just gotta take care of you by breaking that poor little brain every once and awhile. Go ahead sweet thing, cum on me, show me how good little prey thank the predators.â His words send you spinning into the abyss, everything in your body pulling taunt and then snapping back as your vision goes from white to black and suddenly youâre so light and floaty that you canât feel the way you soak Miguelâs cock, nor the way he cums deep inside you as your walls milk him dry. You donât feel him carry you to the bed, or feel him drag the damp cloth between your legs. You donât feel how he kisses both your cheeks in hopes of getting your eyes to flutter open, to no avail.
What you do feel is when he pulls your trembling body against his broad chest, rubbing up and down on your arms softly and whispering to you. âMi amor, you gotta come back to me now. Open up those eyes for me. You did so good for me baby, surprised you made it as long as you did without passing out on my dick. Câmon, wakey wakey corazĂłn.â His words are encouragement enough to float back downwards, settling into his touch until you have enough strength to pull your eyelids open and peer up at him with large doe-eyes. âAw, welcome back little girl. Te amo.â
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it was simple â rafeâs stepmother had so kindly asked that he watch over you for the night, youâd gotten caught drinking at the country club earlier in the week, therefore youâd been grounded for the weekend. so, here you laid, asleep on your stomach, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt from a gift shop on the mainland. your leg had been bent upwards, the hem of your long shirt bunched up at your lower back, your bare ass and glistening pussy on full display.
rafe was careful when he entered your bedroom, calvin klein boxers laying dangerously low on his hips as he took a precautionary glance behind his shoulder â despite the two of you being home alone.
gently pushing his knee into your firm mattress, rafe shifts himself to stand on his knees, fisting his pre-cum dripping cock in his warm hand as he licks over his dry lips, âfuck,â he moans, allowing a thick string of spit to drip down from his tongue onto his eager tip.
spreading the sticky spit along his shaft, rafe guides his fat tip into your tight hole, his stomach flexing at the warm squeeze of your pussy, âjesus fuckinâ chrisââ
a slightly pained whimper leaves your drowsy lips as rafe continues to ease himself into you, âwhaââ
pressing a firm and stilling hand on your lower back, your step brother fills you to the hilt, letting out a guttural groan as the squishy sound you pussy makes, âi know baby â shit â yâcan take it,â he soothes, his voice strained and choppy as he finds a consistent rhythm to thrust into you.
raising your head from you plush pillow, you crane your neck to look at rafe, your doe eyes dewy as your jaw slacks open, ârafey ⊠too much,â you hum, your head dropping down onto the pillow as rafe sends a harsh thrust into you.
egged on by the squelching of your slippery and sticky pussy, rafeâs hips slap against the meat of your ass with conviction. âyâdoin so fuckinâ good, mama â mâgonna fuckin cum,â he groans, both of his hands now holding your stepbrother up as he ruts into you, the slick of your creamy cum smearing onto his pelvic bone.
letting out a cry of pleasure, you reach a hand behind you, your delicate hand closing around rafeâs strained wrist, your fingernail digging into his gold rolex.
âcum in me, please,â you sigh, half-asleep and half-fucked out as rafe sends a sharp slap to your asscheek.
spreading your asscheeks apart, rafe spits directly on your puckered hole, âgonna fill you up, yeah?â he huffs, watching as you nod wordlessly, mumbled cries leaving your lips as rafe eases his thumb into your tight little asshole, âah, fuck â there it is, baby,â he hisses, a slight smirk tugging on his lips as your asshole tightens around his thick finger.
now sloppily thrusting into you, rafe grunts through gritted teeth as he massages his thumb into your puckered hole, his warm cum shooting into you as his free hand grips your hip, âhmph! too full, papi!â you whine.
sliding his thumb out of your hole, rafe relishes in the âpopâ that comes with its removal, laying a satisfactory tap of approval against your ass as he eases out of your pussy, âyâdid good, kid,â
âthank you, rafey,â you shudder, exhaling a giggle as rafe presses wet kisses to your leaking pussy.
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