knowing the bouncer at your favourite club really is the best..♡ (bouncer!toji x chubby!reader)
every bouncer at the club knows you by now because you always show up laughing too loud with a tiny outfit on, all soft curves, heels clicking against the sidewalk while toji stands outside the entrance built like a damn wall pretending he doesnt immediately notice you in line every single weekend.
"there he is!" you yell happily the second you spot him, pointing at him dramatically while the people around you turn to look.
toji reaches over immediately and snatches your ID out of your hand before you can wave it around any harder, his brows pulling together while he checks it despite already knowing your birthday by memory at this point.
"why you always gotta announce yourself like that," he mutters roughly, handing the ID back while his eyes drag over your face for a second too long. you grin at him without shame, fingers curling around the card while you lean closer to the barricade.
"cause youre my favorite bouncer," you tell him sweetly, lashes batting just enough to make the guy behind you snort.
toji clicks his tongue under his breath like hes annoyed, but the corner of his mouth still twitches before he steps aside to let you in. the other bouncers think the whole thing is hilarious because toji hates almost everybody at this job.
everybody else gets dirty looks, grunts, and the occasional threat when they start acting stupid, but you quite literally get let in for free half the time.
the problem starts a couple hours later when youre drunk enough to think climbing onto the bar during some terrible song is a good idea. and one of the bartenders immediately goes to get toji, again.
toji pushes through the crowd already looking irritated, broad shoulders knocking people aside while flashing lights bounce across his face, and the second you spot him your entire face lights up.
"my bouncer!" you yell excitedly, nearly losing your balance trying to point at him.
"yeah, yeah." he mutters tiredly, grabbing your waist before you can topple over backward, his fingers digging into the generous flesh there. "partys done, cmon."
you whine dramatically while he hauls you away from the bar like an oversized cat, one massive arm locked around your middle while your heels scrape uselessly against the floor.
"noo, toji, Im dancin.." you complain loudly, head falling against his shoulder while he drags you through the crowd.
"you were damn near upside down on top'a the counter," he replies flatly, tightening his grip when you wobble again.
"thats not illegal.." you argue immediately, pouting up at him while the cold air hits your face the second he carries you outside.
"felt illegal." he mutters, finally setting you down near the entrance while keeping one hand firm on your waist so you dont drift away. usually this is the part where people get shoved into an uber and sent home, but not you, because youre special apparently.
thirty minutes later youre still standing beside him at the front entrance with his security jacket hanging off your shoulders while you "help" check IDs.
"you missed one." you whisper suspiciously while leaning heavily against his arm, pointing at a completely normal man entering the club. toji glances down at you slowly, cigarette tucked behind his ear while his hand stays braced against your back.
"you can barely see straight," he says dryly, watching your eyes struggle to focus on the line.
"Im checking. I can tell when someones lying from how theyre dressed." you reply seriously, narrowing your eyes at the next person walking up.
"that aint a real thing," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face while you dramatically stick your hand out toward the poor guy in front of you.
"ID," you demand sternly, trying your hardest to sound authoritative despite swaying slightly, and the man actually hands it over.
you stare at it for several long seconds, lips pursed in concentration while toji watches the whole thing.
"I dont know what any of this means.." you admit finally, turning toward him with complete sincerity while holding the ID up helplessly. toji lets out this rough tired laugh through his nose before taking it from your hand, shoulders shaking slightly while he hands it back to the customer.
"go sit down somewhere fore you mess this all up. ya cant even read right now." he mutters, steering you gently away from the entrance with one large hand against your lower back.
"no," you reply immediately, grabbing onto his arm with both hands while your cheek presses against his shoulder. "Im working."
"you are absolutely not workin," he says flatly, but he still keeps you beside him anyway while you whisper nonsense security concerns into his ear for the next twenty minutes.
and by the time toji finally gets his break, youre still attached to him, warm and tipsy beside his body while his security jacket nearly swallows you whole.
"you see them shoes?" you whisper to him, leaning closer.
"baby, focus on standin upright first."
you glare at him immediately. youre not having the disrespect.
"I am upright." you huff, even though you almost trip while saying it.
"that guy has fake gucci.." you whisper seriously while pointing toward the entrance, eyes narrowed with drunken suspicion.
toji snorts quietly around the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth before grabbing your waist and pulling you straight into his lap the second he sits down behind the club, your ass hitting his thighs.
"you can barely see," he mutters, settling back in the chair while one thick arm locks securely around your middle, hand resting on your upper thigh.
"I can feel it," you insist stubbornly, immediately melting against his chest while your fingers start playing with the rings on his hand.
"that dont even make sense." he replies, smoke curling into the cold night air while his rough palm rubs slowly up your thigh absentmindedly. one of the other bouncers walks past and laughs under his breath after spotting you curled up comfortably in tojis lap.
"you babysittin again?" the guy asks, grinning while toji shoots him an irritated look.
"mind your business," toji mutters immediately, pulling you a little closer against his chest while you mumble something sleepy into his shoulder. a couple minutes later your head starts drooping heavier against him, lashes fluttering while the alcohol finally catches up to you completely.
"..toji" you mumble tiredly, fingers hooking weakly into the front of his shirt. "i think m'gettin sleepy.."
"yeah?" he mutters, glancing down at you while putting out his cigarette against the metal chair beside him.
you squint up at him lazily, still curled against his chest while music pounds faintly from inside the club.
"am I fired?" you ask.
toji actually laughs at that, one hand sliding up your back while he shakes his head.
"course. cant have you takin my job, aye? gonna leave me broke."
tou hum thoughtfully like youre genuinely considering that before your eyes start closing again. the second your body goes limp against him, toji sighs quietly through his nose before adjusting his grip under your thighs and standing up with you still in his arms.
one of the bartenders passing by raises an eyebrow immediately.
"you takin her home already?"
toji glances down at your sleepy face tucked against his neck, his security jacket bunched around your body while you cling to him without even realizing it.
"yeah," he mutters, tightening his hold slightly. "shes done causin' problems for tonight."
My heart is bouncing so bad rn. It’s all bc of a stupid crush.
But bro- I’m done. I feel like I’m delusional but I know there’s just something about this that doesn’t feel like just a little flirting. It’s bothering me to the point of making me lazy. I love this person so much. It’s probably because of who I am to them, they haven’t mad a move, but I never wanna lose this person. But I want them to want me how I want them.
I hope they do. Sometimes I pray for them. Sometimes I pray that they like me back.
But then other times I feel like a bother bc of bs. I’m great in all the ways I could be. I know there’s no problem/nothing wrong with me so there’s no reason to ask what’s wrong wit me just because they don’t like me back. But like…ugh
What’s crazy too is they know how I feel. I told them chill bc those feelings always ended up coming back. I’m being manipulated I feel.
But what if. What if they’re too scared or something…😂
CW: Car sex, raw, spit, dirty talk, S*x work, Geto Suguru x fem!reader
AN: I'm so sorry guys, I'm such a bad procrastinator and this weather is making me feel so lazy, also not profred well ;((
WC: 1.14k
Trucker Geto doesn’t care about the lot lizards that sit at the gas stations on truck routes while he’s at work. Thay always come out at night looking for some dick to swallow but he never pays attention. The lots he usually stops at have a bunch of ugly ass old hags he can’t stand to look at so there’s never much of a reason to stay longer.
Trucker Geto has spotted you at this lot and at stations a few times recently. He didn’t pay too much attention to you until he started to see you later in the evenings. To him, you dressed casually but in a way that was sexy. The way your jeans sat perfectly at your waist was hot, especially with your back dermal piercings showing. He thought about how a tramp stamp would sit perfectly right in the middle. Your shirt fit so perfectly, it was tight but not choking the life out of you while your tits protruded through the buttons supposed to be holding them back.
Trucker Geto didn’t even realize how close he had gotten to you in line until he smelled your perfume. Something about it made him want to drool as he tried to silently take another whiff. As you were asked to check out, you made sure to turn back and wink at him before leaving the store.
Trucker Geto watched you walk to your car, not able to take his eyes off the way your ass sways in these jeans. Hed buy you 20 more pairs if he could. He went to check out his cigarettes, but you were still sitting in your car. The tints you have are super dark and your car was so perfect for a girl that looked like you. He started to wonder when would be the next time he’d see you again and what you were doing in the car. He wondered if you even looked back at him while he left but he kept walking.
Later that night, Trucker Geto's shift was coming to an end. He parked up his truck and picked up his car, stopping at the same stop to get gas. He thought he was going crazy, but he swore he seen your car, just parked much further from the gas station. He got out his car to go inside and get coffee but he saw you standing on the corner of the store talking to some fucked out looking sluts and it all started to click while he remembers the times he’s seen you, the clothes you wear and the way you look at each other definitely gives him a feeling in his draws. He starts walking slower as he observes the booty shorts stuck inside your ass cheeks, thin aero sweater, and Ugg boots that are supposed be keeping you warm tonight. Everything about you is screaming whore right now but he doesn’t really give a fuck. You slightly catch him looking at you before his head is intensely stuck on the floor as he walks into the store.
Trucker Geto gets stuck at the fridge imagining how stretched out you must be if you’re hanging out with those girls and how much of his third leg could fit inside of you before getting ripped from the thought when you walk by. His cock is throbbing, and he feels crazy as his head spins. He can’t believe he’s getting such a hard on from something he’d swear he’d never do. He thought this hoeing was disgusting but you’re just so new and beautiful he can’t stop thinking about you. At this point he stops caring and just starts following you down an isle or two. He knows that walk you’re doing is for him and the way you don’t bother to even check behind you just does something to him. You’re real confident for a hoe and he likes that.
Trucker Geto gets really close to you at the checkout close enough to smell your perfume and close enough for you to feel his breath on your neck
“Why shouldn’t I slap the fuck out of you right now, creep?”
“Because you’re lightwork, let’s not fight pretty girl. You should be happy in not an actual creep grabbing you up and doing other weird shit.”
“You mean other weird shit like smelling me?” you said before turning around.
“My bad sexy, it’s late, what you still doing outside tonight?”
“I’m looking for some love, maybe a boyfriend, what about u buddy?
“Not sure but I have plenty of time to waste Tho.”
Both you and Trucker Geto go ahead to waste each other’s time by talking some more.
Trucker Geto wastes no time swallowing his coffee and beer while he’s being dragged to your car. The pretty little teddy bears in the back window of your car catch his attention, so do the cute stickers and pink details of your car. The smell inside is identical to how you smell, it’s relaxing. You barely know this guy but the two of you are already ripping the clothes from each other’s backs. He sucks on your nipples until they’re swollen and tender before gripping them till your moans get desperate for release. The way you’re starting to look at him is making him grow even harder. Your hearts are pounding as the car gets hotter and he’s rubbing on your cunt, feeling the juice from your pussy seep out of your cute thong but you smell so good it has him inhaling your skin, licking on you as he tears his way through your panties.
Trucker Geto soon makes his way inside your tight cunt. He’s loving the way it glistens in the low car light as he rubs his thumb all over your clit while still pushing that Italian even deeper. You can’t even keep your eyes on him because it really was pretty. Your cunt was so puffy and juicy, you could both smell the horniness in the air. He’s starting to push and pull his hips to and from yours. Your jaw is slack from this beautiful slight and the way that his fat cockhead is rubbing special areas inside of you.
Trucker Geto grabs your head to keep his eyes locked on yours before bringing you closer to tear your pussy even wider with faster and deeper strokes.
“Is this what you needed, whore? It’s a shame to see such a beautiful girl like you waiting on dirty ass chump dick. You’re so lucky you found me, you don’t even know.
He’s not trying to get caught by a single person, so he slaps his hand over your mouth because of how loud you are. You were smart to park your car where you did because the car is shaking the car so much, you’d think there was an earthquake.
Trucker Geto's strokes start to get slower again but this time they’re getting so deep to the point they hurt. Someone could’ve easily mistaken you for being possessed because of the way you were shaking from this big ass dick. It was so veiny, and he was so strong, holding you back like you two were playing. For the split second that your eyes weren’t rolling back, Trucker Geto's face looked so thirsty. He was biting his lip with a smile while his hands gripped your thighs so tight it would surely leave a mark. Without permission he gathers a big wad of spit and spat perfectly between your clit and his cock. He decides to punish you for standing on that corner. ‘How dare you try to waste such a tiny, wet and beautiful pussy. How dare that thought even cross your mind? How dare you do not ask his permission first.
“This pussy is mine now hoe, I better not see you outside this car tomorrow because you won’t like the consequences, ok?”
When you don’t answer, he squeezes even tighter to get an answer but a deep roll from you is enough to satisfy him before covering your insides with his nut.
Trucker Geto sees your car in the same spot the next morning. Before heading off to work, he stops to check in the car, and it seems as though you were sitting there waiting for him. You smelled even better than yesterday too.
You hand Trucker Geto some cash and say, “Go buy us some coffees honey, I’d go but I’m pretty sore, had a long night.”
He takes the money and chuckles. When he comes back, he still has the money, but it’s wrapped in the receipt. His number is written on it and so is his name.
sukuna loves fingering you until you squirt into toji’s mouth!
~tags: tojikuna x reader/black reader, smut, squirting, fun poly stuff, toji and kuna are bi, blb, mxm, 'baby, mama.'
your boyfriend, sukuna, sits next to you on the couch. his fingers quickly pumping inside of you. while his other hand strokes his perfect dick, precum leaking from his tip. his slender tattooed fingers switch between curling up to massage your g-spot to pulling out to play with your clit.
“how you feelin, baby? you okay?” he asks before kissing your forehead.
all you can do is nod your head and moan out a tiny “mhm.”
your other boyfriend, toji, is kneeling on the floor between your legs, leaving kisses all over your inner thighs.
"g-guys i think i'm gonna..."
“you gonna give it to ‘ji right? let him have a taste?”
“y-yes. oh my god fuck!”
feeling your orgasm coming, you grab sukuna's arm and bury your head in his neck. the embarrassment already building up.
“don’t be shy mama,” toji coos at you. “you know we love this shit.”
then, he and kuna both start laughing. the embarrassment and humiliation you feel just get stronger.
it’s not long before you start squirting and your legs shake. toji’s tongue sticks out like a puppy, letting your squirt inside his mouth. he brings himself closer to make sure he doesn’t miss a single drop. after you finish giving toji everything you have, sukuna bends down to give your puffy clit a couple of kisses and then a light slap.
toji, having yet swallowed, grabs sukuna's chin and carefully shares some of your squirt with him. you watch how it falls from toji’s mouth and into sukuna's.
after they both swallow, your boyfriends start an intense make-out session. all you hear is the wet, lewd sounds of your two favorite men kissing.
Convincing Pervy roommate!Choso it’s not cheating if it’s over the clothes
“Are you sure?” he asks, whispering. Of course he’s whispering; his ‘girlfriend’ is sleeping right beside you two — a twisted sleepover nightmare.
Tucked under the covers, you two shuffle together tight. He’s got something fat, heavy, and burning between your thighs. It’s slowly but surely rubbing right up against your clothed cunt, dragging out quiet squelchessss. “Yeah, Cho. It’s a rule; it’s only -mm- cheating if it’s s-skin to skin.”
“Okay. That’s -ngh oh fuck- good.” Choso’s hips are furiously rutting against you, nudging your throbbing clit through your panties. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. He can feel the wet mark at your gusset on his skin, just as you can feel the wet streak his leaking pre is leaving on your inner thighs. He sucks in a loud breath behind you.
“Shush,” you scold, “you don’t want to wake your girlfriend.”
“Who?” he asks, absentmindedly.
“Your girlfriend,” you remind him. Rolling your eyes, you twist under your blanket and come face to face with him before you shove him onto his back. You straddle his hips, grinding your cunt onto the length of his bare cock. And as he groans, a finger tilts his head to the side.
His new girlfriend’s fast asleep, drooling on the pillows. She’d invited herself over for your weekly tradition of having a sleepover in the living room, partly due to her desire to hang out with him, and partly because she didn’t feel comfortable with you two sleeping beside each other. Which is good intuition — these sleepovers usually start, consist of, and end with him licking your cunt to back-to-back orgasms as a movie plays in the background.
“Oh, Choso. We’re not cheaters, are we?” you murmur. He shakes his head whilst moving your hips over his cock, particularly over his pretty, pink cockhead. “No, of course not. We’re not cheating now. And we won’t cheat ever. So, let’s make this easier for ourselves. You go and break up with her tomorrow morning and we can keep doing this without hiding, ‘kay?”
Choso furrows his brows. “Break up with who?”
You groan. “Your girlfriend!”
“Oh.” There’s nothing better than holding you. Nothing better than feeling your puffy pussy lips part for him, your heartbeat thrumming through your clit, and the softness of your thighs squeezing his cum out in steady drops. So if having no girlfriend means more of this, then that’s perfect.
Still moving you back and forth on his cock, he leans over to the side and shakes the woman. She wakes with a jolt. “Oh, my god. W-what’s happening?” she asks, tearing up.
Choso palms your tits through your thin tank top, tweaking your nipples as he licks his lips. He’s not even looking at her. No, he’s far too fixated on the growing see-through spot of your panties, which the dull light from the TV is making clear to his beady eyes.
“We’re over. Night.”
She scrambles up from the floor, disbelieving. In a hurry, she gets to the door and opens the thing, letting in light. When she looks back, you’re both illuminated and still unashamedly, relentlessly, grinding against each other. The last things she sees are the spurts of his orgasm painting his chest white and your victorious smile.
oldman!nanami missed you - especially your mouth. he couldn’t remember the last time he would wake up to tend to a baby, let alone having to sooth one as they cried. while he loved his precious new daughter, he missed his wife. “sh sh honey, quiet down” the sun was barely rising, and here you were on your knees. your moomoo fell against the office floor, smooth jazz and the sounds of your gags filled the space. nanami didn’t bat an eye down to you, his square olive green glass hanging on the tip of his nose, eyes skimming the book in front out him.
his toes curled in the expensive shoes, his hands gripped the book tight. his gorgeous wife who boobs we’re filled with milk to nurse, now uses them to squeeze around his cock. her pretty lips wrapped around his tip, sucking for a sweet creamy treat. “that’s it honey, that’s it” nanami rocked his tips up, pushing more of his cock into your mouth. your hole was warm, tounge circling around his thick dick and teeth sometimes skimming the skin. your brown nipples leaked with milk, big breast keeping his cock warm. your eyes were wide looking at old man!nanmi, tears treaded at your water line the deeper his hips pushed.
and in a second the calm behavior was gone. the book on the floor, and his hands guiding your head to take his whole length. “fuckkkk” the old man muttered. keeping you at his base, he pushed his hips upward, his mushroom tip hitting the back of your throat. nanamis teeth grinded together as your throat would close him in. “that’s m’girl” he praised, fucking your mouth. nanami didn’t care if your couldn’t breath, neither could you. you enjoyed every second of this, being used, being a toy. he didn’t treat you fragile like he had been, no this was the man you fell for. as his balls scrunched and a big drop of spit fell on them - a baby cry came.
it was six in the morning, and she followed a strict routine. but he could be a minute late. a minute late so that he could feed his wife the creamy delight she had been craving.
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