Goony Goober

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Satoru was sprawled.

No—flattened.

One leg crooked over the bed, sweat beading along his collarbone, his arms thrown up behind his head like he’d tried to surrender and just… never recovered. His pretty cock lay twitching against his stomach, red and glossy and still leaking, like it was confused about why it had been emptied twice and hadn’t been kissed goodnight yet.

You should’ve stopped.

You really should’ve.

He was glassy-eyed and dumb, breath shaky, mouth parted like he’d just come out of a dream. But you weren’t finished. Not yet. Not when he looked like that—meltingly soft, cracked open at the seams, with all his arrogant charm wrung out between your lips.

Besides… you still had questions.

You crawled up the bed, slow and sweetly. Not wanting to startle him any further...he was fragile right now so you just had to be extraaa careful with him. So you straddled his thigh in your little skirt, the hem sticking sweetly to the backs of your thighs. He twitched. Not just his cock—his whole body, like he knew you weren’t done and couldn’t decide whether to run or beg.

You leaned in. . . just a little.

Nose brushing his, breath hot against his lips.

“Hey, baby?” your voice tender-soft with a hint of faux gentleness.

“...Mmh?”

A soft noise bubbled up from his lips...

“I was studying, remember?” You harped.

He blinked up at you like you’d just asked for the definition of the universe.

“Studying?” he croaked, voice absolutely ruined.

You nodded, all innocent and sweet. “Mhm, and I still have questions.”

His brow furrowed, dazed and confused. “Questions?”

“Math questions,” you said with a little pout. “You’re the smartest guy in class, right?”

“…yes?” He looked like he immediately regretted saying it.

You reached down, lazily tracing his cock with two slick fingers, watching it jump under your touch again like it couldn’t not react to you, even with his poor balls aching and his head swimming. His breath hitched.

“Then help me with this one,” you whispered frustratingly softly, brushing your lips to his ear. “If a pretty girl sucks your cock until you cum… twice… how many times does she get to sit on it before you beg her to stop?”

“Fucking hell—” he gasped, back arching clean off the bed. His hips bucked like his cock was ready to answer before his brain could. “I—I don’t— baby, please—”

“Is that the right answer, hm? Afraid s'not, pretty boy.” you teased with a grin, tugging your panties to the side as you positioned yourself above him, slick already dripping onto his tip. “You can show your working, genius. I’ll be gentle.”

“You’re not gentle,” he whimpered, almost immediately. Hands fisting the sheets again as your pussy brushed the swollen head of his cock. “You’re evil— you’re sweet and cute and I think I’m gonna die—”

You sank down onto his throbbing cock, Slow and messy.. Perfectly taking every inch that was now being hugged by your pretty cunt.

“Ohhh my god— oh fuckfuckfuck—” he cried, voice cracking in your ear as your warm, wet cunt squeezed him inch by inch, already fluttering like you needed this, like you’d been dripping for it since the first time he solved a problem with one hand on his pencil and the other in his hair.

You whimpered too— high and helpless—because he filled you so deep, so fat and throbbing and slippery from everything you’d already taken from him. He stretched you open like you were made for him, like you’d been studying this equation for weeks, waiting for the chance to plug him in and let him ruin your notes.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “You’re still hard. Even after all that?”

His hands slid to your waist, shaking but utterly helpless to stop you.

“I— I don’t— how are you even real,” he whispered, looking up at you like you were a hallucination in thigh-high socks and lip gloss.

You started to move. Not fast— just a little roll, a soft grind of your hips while you clenched around him and smiled sweetly.

“You said I distract you, right?” you murmured innocently, leaning down until your forehead touched his. “Then let me be your favourite problem.”

His head dropped back with a whimper. “Fuck. fuck— you are... you are—”

“Then solve me,” you purred, riding him slow and deep, every soft bounce on his cock, drawing out filthy little sounds from both your throats. “Prove it, dummy.” You moaned. “ Cum in me. Teach me something.” Slurring the end of that sentence, high-pitched and intentionally, into his neck.

Satoru snapped.

His hands gripped your hips like he’d finally remembered how to move, hips jerking up as you bounced down, your soaked pussy sucking him in every time like you couldn’t stand to let him go. You were so wet it was obscene— profound slapping sounds, squelching filth, your juices dripping down his shaft and onto his stomach and down that silvery-white happy trail, clit rubbing on the faint hair there like a second treat.

“Gonna— haaah— gonna fill you up,” he groaned, eyes wild. “You’re gonna take it all, like-ah good girl. Fuck! You asked for it— god, baby, you asked for it—”

And when he came— when he sobbed your name, loud and desperately and messy— it was with his arms wrapped around your waist and his cock buried deep, twitching inside you while hot, thick cum spilled into your cunt for the third time.

You collapsed against his chest, trembling, his cum already leaking out of you.

He held you there, breath stuttering, heart pounding under your cheek.

“…You’re insane,” he whispered.

You giggled.

“And you’re brilliant.”

Satoru had swore this was supposed to be actual studying.

Just textbooks. Flashcards. You in your glasses and that oversized hoodie, curled up on your dorm bed like a model student. But it had been ten minutes, and Satoru hadn’t retained a single word of your biology notes.

How could he?

You were seated across his lap, thighs spread over his, your warm, slick cunt snug around his softening cock. That’s right. Still inside you— from round three— and leaking down both of your thighs like his cum had no intention of staying politely tucked away. You hadn’t even let him pull out. Not when he was twitching and whimpering and fucked-out, head spinning from the last time you rode him dumb.

“No distractions this time,” you whispered sweetly, flipping open your textbook on the pillow beside you like your pussy wasn’t pulsing around his overstimulated cock. “You promised to help me.”

He made a broken little sound, almost like a laugh— except he was too far gone to actually find this funny. His hands were limp on your thighs, his shirt rucked up under his ribs, and his pretty white lashes fluttered as he stared up at you like you’d hung the stars and then fucked them into his lap.

“I… I c-can’t think,” he stammered. “Baby, you’re— your pussy’s still— still sucking me in—”

“I know,” you murmured, adjusting your hips and making him whine as your cunt clenched around him. “It’s part of the lesson, remember?. Anatomy.”

You reached down, flicking the page.

“Let’s start with the nervous system.” You trailed your fingertips down his chest, right over his sternum. “What’s this called?”

He blinked. Looked down at your hand. Then back at your face.

“…Uh…”

“Wrong,” you sang, grinding just a little and watching his head loll back with a groan. “That’s your sternum. C'mon, you know this, baby.”

“I don’t— I don’t know anything anymore,” he whimpered. “You fucked it out of me—there’s nothing in there—” He shook his head twice for emphasise.

You giggled, soft and cruel, and oh so sweet.

“That’s okay. We’ll go slow, baby”

Your hands slipped down to his pelvis, pressing just above where his soft, sensitive cock was still buried in you.

“What about this?” you asked sweetly. “Name this bone.”

He blinked through a haze of tears.

“Satoru,” you whispered. “Come on. You’re a genius, remember? Smartest boy in class. Use your big brain for me.”

“Pelvis!” he sobbed, voice a pitch too high. “That’s my pelvis— I swear—”

“Good boy,” you praised, leaning forward to kiss his forehead as your pussy fluttered again around him. “See? You do remember things. Even with your cock full of cum.”

He moaned. Just one long, low sound like you’d unlocked something unspeakable.

“Next question,” you whispered, tilting your hips and earning another desperate twitch from the mess of a man under you. “If a girl rides you three times, takes every drop of your cum, and doesn’t let your cock leave her pussy… what happens if she starts to bounce again?”

His eyes went wide.

“Don’t— don’t you dare—”

You dared. You did.

You bounced. Just once. Then again— slow and careful, grinding over his cock like you were trying to stuff him even deeper. And Satoru screamed.

“NO—no no no—baby please—I’ll cum again— I will—”

“I know,” you whispered, letting your nails trace lazy patterns over his chest, marking his skin, faint red lines appearing now. “That’s why I’m asking.”

“Y-you’re gonna break me—”

“I’m just making sure you learn.”

You picked up the pace.

Slow, squishy little bounces, your soaked pussy sliding down his overstimulated cock like you needed another orgasm outta him, like it had been ages since the last one. And he couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t even beg properly. Just lay there, gasping, moaning, thrashing as your cunt worked him to the edge again.

“Want your answer?” you cooed, leaning down until your lips brushed his ear.

He whimpered.

“She makes you cum again.” Fuck pretty girl. You're gonna make me fuckin' cum again.

And he did.

This time, it wasn’t loud. It was broken. Cracked. A whimper into your shoulder as his body curled, and his cock spilled into you again— barely anything left, but his balls still tried, throbbing weakly as he gave you one more pathetic, creamy mess to claim.

You didn’t move. Just kissed his cheek and sighed.

“Thanks for helping me study, baby,” you whispered against his temple. “I’ll ace my test. And your dick’s gonna get a gold star.”

[tonycries]

BUTTER

Synopsis. First time cúmming inside = first time losing his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK MEN, breéding, cúmplay, men whímpering, virgínity loss (Choso), overstím, ínnapropriate use of jujutsu, GOJO’S POWERS, proposals, full nélson, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, p slápping, p talking, limitless, oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Earned it.

“I-is she really tellin’ me to hah- f-fill her up inside, doll?” Toji breathes, dazed eyes locked down at your stuffed entrance. And he can barely focus his gaze - barely even try to sound like himself right now. “I-is this real?”

Ragged rasps just about half as ruined as he feels, lilting up in pitch. In strain. Sharp intakes of breath becoming so labored when his entire hulking body wracks with a heaving shiver. 

And Toji’s scrambling his thick fingers to latch roughly onto your face, your waist - anywhere and everywhere that might help him keep an ounce of his sanity.

But it was too late.

“Heh, did I hngh- fuck the rationality outta ya? You really want me t-to-” Head throwing back, he can’t even think of finishing his sentence. Of doing anything other than curling one set of fingers around your throat. Biceps flexing when he shoves you even harder onto all fours on the silken sheets, he cranes over to place a line of pretty pecks down your teary cheeks, panting, “Well…wh-whatever my girl wants- she gets, right?”

And he meant it.

Oh, he couldn’t even believe it. Toji had your pretty pussy overfilled with all of his thick, thorough inches - slamming his hips drunkenly against yours when you’d babbled to cum inside. Fuck, it’s so real.

And that’s all it takes for him to clamor up one of his staggeringly muscular thighs up onto the plushy bed. To messily slip and slide across the saturated puddle of your sweet, sweet dripping juices and press his foot down shamelessly on your head. Like he couldn’t get enough.

The new angle nestles his hefty cock disruptively, dredges of his sweltering hot precum splat! against every inch of your clingy cunt.

“Oh yeah- th-this is the stuff.” His dark, dewy eyes veer to the very back of his head, hissing when his achy cock expands open your gummy walls. Throbbing head swelling plumper to curve even deeper, “Let me- l-let me hear ya, ma-”

Your trembly fingers rake a reddened line down his calf. Gasping for air at the way the rotund end of his angry, strawberry-pink tip kisses against your g-spot so snugly. “W-wan’ it so badly- please.”

“Want what?” Toji’s teasing tone rumbles from behind, and he’s gyrating his hips ever-so-slightly slower. Making sure to draw out those wet, translucent glides down your tight channel, “Can’t- can’t hear you-”

Honestly, he had absolutely no idea whether it was because of your honeyed tone breaking out into the cutest of whimpers, or because Toji’s ears were popping. Swatting a wet smack! at your beading clit to get you to yelp, his drawling mouth moves all by itself. “Already asked- t-tell me now unless ya want me to cum outside-”

“No! No no no-” And that was all the threat it took to have you careening unsteadily onto your elbows, fully forgetting the mean restraint of Toji’s foot on top of you. “Please- need you to cum inside please-”

“Louder.”

You’re sneakily shivering your hips down every one of his rummaging inches. “Toji-”

“Ohhhh- my bad.” With a slight snicker, his tongue glissades a wet gloss down the very edges of his scar. Leaving rounded circular bruises at your bobbing throat just how harshly Toji was jostling you with the vice-like embrace, and you can only manage out a few sniffles when he drags by one strong arm to crash the recoil into his ruthless hips. Dangerously stopping you in your tracks. Humming, “Stop fuckin’ running, I w-was talkin’ to ya pretty pussy.”

Your bleary eyes snap open, “What–”

“Shhh, doll- stop whining so much–” he’s cooing in a syrupy slow cadence. “Jus’ needa- needa hear it from her.”

Slapping down his leaky cockhead along your sloppy hole every few strokes, having you drooling a glossy sheen down his thick shaft like you were painting him. So much of it that the dripping wet noises were resounding in Toji’s ears, dancing around his melty mind like his new favorite song. 

Oh, he loved to hear it. Over and over and-

“S-so soaked.” he’s groaning out like a mantra, darkened eyes grifting together. Mouth can all but lift his drunken maw slack open at every tightening clamp of your syrupy pussy, “You want me to cum inside this badly, doll?” 

And you feel your puffed-up pussy lips get even more soaked at the utter pussydrunk look on Toji’s usually smug-features. “Because I’ve been thinking about this e-ever since the day I met ya-” He’s craning over - hunching, more like.  Baring you with his most crazed gaze, “To breed ya- to fill you up ‘ntil you think you’re gonna hah burst. To make ya a pretty momma so-” Back muscles flexing, abs aching with fatigue, lips dragging a sopping wet kiss. “-please let me cum inside.”

Ah, who was Toji Fushiguro against you?

Because as soon as your head even dares to move within the inch of that half-delirious nod you send his way, Toji’s sopping your insides sloshing wet with his cum. For the first time. In awe. Load after load being fucked up into you - white flashes behind your eyes when you feel it knock against your womb, trickling down over your cervix.

And there’s so much of it.

“Gonna have yer g-gorgeous eyes-” he slurs, crushing you with his full body weight. “-n’ your smile fuck- my love for ya-” It won’t’ stop - Toji can’t stop, can’t reel back the weepy curving divot of his head. “M’thinking four- no- five.” Still oozing out a milky gloss even when he’s dragging his fat cock out of your hole. 

Still cumming. Smearing every nook and cranny of the sheet below white as he flips you around and plants a sudden smack! on your overspilling pussy, gushing out obscenely when Toji’s urgently bringing his face down, down, down.

“Oh. Fuckin’ delicious.” His eyes droop half-lidded at the heavenly sight - shit, he could get used to this. Mouth watering, his feverish breath wafts all over your sensitive pussy. “I earned this, didn’t I, ma?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Happy wife, happy life

“Ken-”

“...”

“Ken.”

But oh, Nanami Kento can’t even hear his pretty wife right about now. Can’t do anything but shove his greedy tongue down the ends of your sopping wet slit, pooling your syrupy juices all the way down to his throat.

In fact, the only response you’re being gifted with is a furious pull on his dangling work tie - barely even bothering to change out of it - to be able to swipe his nose down more freely in a long kiss down your puffy clit. More, more, more-

Keening, your fingers tangle into Nanami’s blond strands - tugging, dragging, but shit, he couldn’t - wont. It hurt for him to even think of pulling away. Roughened palms scissor past your folds, and he pants, “P-please- fuck- just a bit- more-”

He was addicted. Gone. 

“B-but Ken-” Couldn’t register anything past the way your voice was dipping into a whiny territory right now that made him twitch dangerously. That is, until- “Wan’ to cum w-with you- to have you ah- cum inside-”

Oh.

If you thought that Nanami was drunk on you before then you were completely unprepared for the way that singular babbling plea make him still. 

It makes him gasp, honeyed eyes widening, feverish breaths spilling out in heaving puffs of condensation - once, twice. Before your back is suddenly slamming down on the counter, legs splayed out shamefully by Nanami’s sturdy forearms, and your cunt-

Fuck, in a few split-seconds, you were being stuffed so thoroughly open. Nanami’s reddish cockhead springing down to gift a wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit, he’s swiping down the ends of your drooling lips. 

“I-inside?” he breathes, a few octaves higher than usual.

You’re nodding, your fingers twirling around his haphazard tie. “Inside.”

“Anything…” Nanami breathes, and he sounds like he doesn’t even know that he’s saying the words. Barely ripping his gaze from you to scramble for your left hand - before placing a sweet, sweet peck on that cool wedding band on your ring finger. “Anything f-for you, my love.”

You’re almost crying at that ruthless stretch of his globular tip poking at your insides, he’s caving in a way open - and even after so many years, you’ve never gotten used to how staggeringly big Nanami’s girth was. How his curved divot was steaming out a thick wad of precum that already made you feel so full.

Now, you two had discussed kids - but never acted upon it like this. This needy. This frenzied-

“Wh-whatever you want, y’know-” He’s humming depravedly into your mouth like a mantra,  thumbing past your pouty lips to spit into your mouth. And that very sight of those translucent splatters makes his hips stutter mindlessly, “Anything for you- anything for the future momma of my kids-”

Shit, you throw your head back as soon as he’s grazing two digits down the very hood of your neglected clit - only for Nanami to jostle your head over his hands.

“C-careful-” he murmurs, hand dipping down to massage your neck. Your shoulders - all while his fat cock was rummaging every nook and cranny of your insides. “-don’t wan’ you to hurt your- hah-self, darling. S’not good f-for the-”

Baby.

Nanami doesn’t think he can even bear to say that simple word right about now. 

Risking losing whatever’s left of his sanity, he’s wrapping one beefy arm around your middle to crush your body to his. And before you know it, you’re being hastily jostled off of the counter and dangled midair - all while your gentle husband barely even breaks a sweat. Utilizing the lewd properties of gravity to let you bounce down onto his long length and back upwards. His voice cracks, “-baby.”

“Ah-” your trembly hands wrap their way around his neck, giving Nanami the perfect angle to pepper peck after sultry peck onto your bouncing tits. “D-don’t hah- drop me, Ken, m’kay?”

Drop you?

Drop you?

God, he lets out a slight chuckle at the very thought. Angling to rut his inches even deeper upwards, every tiny massage of your elastic walls around his painful cock makes Nanami nod. So fervently that stray strands stick to his prespired forehead. Such a pretty mess of your sensible husband. “Mhm- w-won’t drop you, I swear- I swear-”

Hips speeding up in such a sloppy way now, but even how you’re tightening his tie won’t make Nanami stop - slow down.

“Promise?”

Slowly, his dribbling cock gushes out even in even more velvety ribbons, you’re watching in such delirious awe at the way those delicate strings of slick and spit stretch all down his pinkish shaft. 

“Promise-” he groans, feeling light-headed. Heavy balls thwacking in a sticky staccato against your ass. Fingers gliding up, up, up to where he was nudging your sensitive g-spot, bruising out his circumference on all your sensitive areas. Kiss after French kiss into your gooey heaven. He presses down. “-gonna f-fill you up right here- won’t miss. Swear I won’t m-miss-”

And he doesn’t.

God, he grows sullenly quiet to hear all those delicious squelches the very moment Nanami’s steaming hot cum is spilling into you. Warming you from the very insides- and your own orgasm has you seeing stars. 

Sloshing around in his favorite little swivels, he can’t help but let his hips gyrate slowly to feel it coat a creamy gloss down his sensitive cock. To feel your tiny whimpers and whines when his seed dredges down your womb. Drip! drip! dripping onto the kitchen tile in an echoing splatter from your slobbery slit. 

You leave a wet peck at the ends of his curled lips, “W-wan’ keep it all inside, Ken- all of it-”

God, you were going to be the death of him.

“M’gonna marry you all over again- s-swear and- and…” And just then, he shudders so violently that you fear for a split-second, legs around his toned waist tightening. “-o-oh, my love- m’gonna cum again.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “U-use me.”

“I-I’m so close-”  Geto finds it in himself to grit his teeth, to force his jittery fingers up to pinch your plump clit. “-gonna cum- fuck, s-stop riding me, honey- unless ya want me to fill you up heh-”

It’s said so low and sultry and even through your hazy mind, you know that it’s a simple tease coming from your boyfriend. You know that he didn’t mean anything by it - but that certainly doesn’t stop the way that your hands grasp around his shoulders, knocking your heads into a messy French kiss. “But, I want you to, Sugu.”

Oh. 

Geto Suguru can’t hide the way his chest heaves with a choked-up moan, how his head throws to the very back of his silken pillowcases when his hips rut upwards into you like a fucking animal.

It’s like he was out of control. Ears ringing with the words, it takes the cult leader below you every shred of will in his entire body to groan out, “D-don’t joke like that- fuck- gonna give me a heart attack, y’know-”

“M’not joking.”

Shit, his eyes widen. Straying down to where your puffy pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, swallowing up every greedy inch that you were being drilled with. Throat dry, every sound that comes out of him now is painfully raspy, “Y-you fuckin’ mean it? Better not be fuck- talking outta this naughty-” Swat! Coming down to kiss a punishing smack against the edges of your drooling cunt. “-pussy.”

You couldn’t fake the way that makes you glissadingingly drenched even if you wanted to. Nails raking down Geto’s curvaceous pecs to steady your stuttering hips, your bounces grow frantic. 

“Please- c-cum inside-” begging. Maybe you were cockdrunk already, pouting in a way that has his hefty, cum-filled balls squeezing. “Jus’ want you all inside-”

And when Geto thinks back to this situation, he doesn’t know how he was ever supposed to stand a chance. Because with a gasping ricochet of his fat, curved cock onto your most precious g-spot, he’s surging stringy wads of seeds that trickles down your inner thigh. Cumming and cumming so hard - it’s never felt this good - that he almost forgets it’s too early.

That is, until you’re gasping a soft “Baby, did you-”

“Sh-shut up-” And you swear your big, strong boyfriend whimpers. He’s furiously blinking away those glittery globular tears at the ends of his eyes. A tiny pout smeared across his rosy pink lips when you’re being flipped.

One hand around your throat, the other plugging back creamy dredge after dredge into your drooling cunt. Almost as if it was offensive to him to catch that syrupy drizzle, he’s making such a fucking mess. 

“Such a filthy girl- n’ a filthy cunt-” He sputters out, and Geto felt like he was burning a bright red blush all down his pretty features. Matching the angry way your hips were being slammed into his, “Think you s-sooo fuckin’ fuck- fuck fuck fuck-”

And shit, he can’t even finish his sentence before those moans are petering out into speechlessness. A singular tight squeeze of your gummy walls encircles his hot girth. And it’s enough to make him whine, “Please- fuck, how are you doing this-”

Sounding so genuinely in disbelief, you watch as Geto’s mouth drops lewdly at the way every pearlescent bead of his cum was directed towards your cunt. Seeping out through the edges of your sopping lips.

You’re giggling in a drunken way that makes him flinch, “S-something wrong, Sugu?”

“Don’t-” he bares you with a feral grin. Heavy limbs throwing apart your limp legs to jostle his hips into you even harder, and it’s like Geto was spearheading into your lungs. Swiping up translucent wet splatters of his fat head in delicious drags down your spongy cervix. Hissing that even the slightest bit of recoil had him parting from the melty depths of your pussy. “-don’t call m that ‘nless you want me to- oh-” His dewy eyes roll to the back of his head, leaving another unapologetic smack! on your peaked clit. “-t-too late. M’gonna cum- fuck fuck fuck- n’ s’all your fault-”

“Awww–” Teasingly, your fingers drag through his long curtain of hair, scratching lightly at Geto’s scalp in a way that makes him purr. “-how can I hah- make it up to you, Sugu?”

The only thing he wanted right now was to cum inside you again. Once more. Twice. Thrice. Again and again and-

“Use me-” Geto gasps, and he’s careening his head down for what you assumed would be one of his favorite messy kisses - only to wrap those pinkish lips around your tongue and suck. “Use me use me- ohh please, use me- honey- make me a daddy. D-don’t even care anymore-”

And when he cums, Geto’s filling your already sloshingly drenched cunt with heavy loads of his seed. Sticky and honeyed enough that it’s next to impossible for him to pull out and sheath his rock-hard dick unforgivingly into your pussy. 

One of the biggest threats to jujutsu society - whimpering when he spews out a stream of wet swears into your open-mouth, shivering at every one of your milking clamps to drag out something delicious from him. 

He’s curling his hulking body into yours, dripping fingers glistening all the way down to Geto’s wrist with just how much of his loads he’d shoveled all the way back inside your cunt. Giving your sloppy hole a languid circle around the diameter with his slender fingers, before popping them into his mouth. 

And Geto can only see stars behind his eyes, he can only moan at the taste, “I think…” Peaking out a hazy eye at your squirming figure - where the hell did you think you were going? He’s hypnotized, dragging you back into his clutches with a hand curled prettily around your throat. “-that w-we’re not done until m’cumming b-blanks, honey.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marry you…

One swipe - just one swipe of Choso’s fattened, blushing red tip down your slit is all that it takes for his stupidly pussydrunken eyes to run to the back of his head. For his drooling mouth to slack open with all the utter need of a virgin, “Please-”

You’re humming through your moans, arching your body just right for him to feed you more and more of his half-flaccid inches. “Tell me what you want, baby-”

Fuck, he’s winking open his eyes to peer down at you. Hands traveling their way to roughly jostle your pliant body into one of the meanest mating presses you’d never thought your dear inexperienced best friend possible.

“N-noo–” Choso’s whining, pressing wet pecks down your lips. “Don’t call me that, baby- or else m’gonna…”

Choso’s handsome cheeks burn a shameful red when his eyes drift down to the gooey splatters of cum smeared along your stomach from not too long ago. Just the prospect of being able to put it in too much for his fried brain to handle.

And you’re finding your fingers darting across the glossy sheen sticking to your skin, bringing those drippingly wet digits up, up, up for Choso to gladly wrap his lips around. Sucking. 

“But I want you to, Cho–” Watching as his eyes widen, mouth dropping into a soft oh! Your voice drops into such a hum that makes his swollen tip twitch startlingly. “Want you to c-cum inside m-”

Shit, he doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence - and he doesn’t want to. 

Not unless Choso wants to make an even bigger fool of himself in front of his pretty best friend that oh-so-kindly suggested taking away his virginity. Not like there’s anyone else he’d even dream of giving it to.

Thick, sculpted thigh hiking up, he’s slamming his hefty cockhead down until your swollen folds were kissing up in a sweet, sweet pucker against his thick hilt. Grinding in slow, sultry gyrations upwards like he still wanted to stuff you with more, more, more- 

“I-I can can cum inside?” Forehead beading with sweat, lower lip wobbling with the sheer effort that it took to merely hold back the way that his achingly hard cock was straining for release once more. Hissing at the almost sizzling drag of precum down your bulging g-spot. “For my first time? Inside? R-really inside?”

And despite the way that he was so patiently waiting for your answer, Choso couldn’t help the way the greedy curve of his thumb swipes down your peaked clit. Rolling in lazy circles - low, and slow to make your gummy walls clench in that particular way he’s slowly gotten addicted to. 

You’re nodding with a smug smile at how pretty he looked all fucked-out like this. Darkened eyes all droopy and half-lidded like he was blinking through syrup, muscles twitching mouth-wateringly, hair browner than usual with his sweat-dampened streaks. You can’t help but wring your fingers through his locks and tug, in a way that makes him hiss. In a way that makes him gasp. 

In a way that has him spurting out a thicker stream of precum into your gooey cunt - close. So close. “Mhm– let it a-all out inside, baby.”

Oh god, and then he does-

He does and Choso’s sure he sees the pearly gates of heaven right then and there, and he knows you’re his very own angel.

“Move your pretty fingers, baby– I wan’ you to t-take it all-” It’s not even mean the way he swats away one of your hands subconsciously cupping your split pussy - it’s just desperate. So that he can place pound after filthy pound to fuck you into the soaked sheets. 

Whining out, “Yeah please- fuck-”  Snapping his flexible body down until you were folded helplessly in half, every languid second is spent with such velvety ropes of cum being stuffed down to the bottom of your pussy. “Wan’ this forever- forever please-” Thick, stringy wads that stick and slide down your walls - that overspills when it’s too much for your snug channel to take. “W-want this…”

And just one look of his greedy gazy downwards And Choso’s gasping like he couldn’t even believe he could cum this much - couldn’t even believe he could stop at this point.

“Marry me-” he’s sputtering, eyes clearer with the sudden idea. As if he’s imagining it already. Hips shifting to lazy down his sloppy staccato into something more thorough. “B-be my wife- have my kids- please-” Something that has your toes curling with pleasure, branding every ridge and thumping vein down his shaft into your walls contorting around him. Hiccuping - little sobs curling at the back of his throat, “Please- please I need you to marry me-” 

It’s overspilling - adding to that little milky pool from below. He’s barely even thinking before swiping a hand through some of those creamy remnants of cum. Sucking. Taking your own - popping that ring finger of yours into his mouth.

Drool drips down the side of his sodden lips, moving to mewl softly. “D-did that really just happen?”

The words come out nothing but a whisper, strangled and strained from the very depths of his rumbling chest. And Choso’s peering down at you like you were everything - his softening cock sending sparks down his spine with every slight rub down your sopping wet folds. 

“Mhm–” your hands make their way down his pecs, rubbing over pert, pink nipples. Something that makes him let out a low shudder, reddened divot bursting in a few more wispy strings of seed. “N’ you did so hngh- good, Cho.”

“D-did I? Was I your oh- good boy?” he stutters, before letting out a keening pout. “B-but I need to have you cum, too, baby- need to have you cum-” And you’re so at his ravenous mercy when Choso swipes a wet thumb over and over down your throbbing clit. “-and then- then can we get married?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - MESS!

“What the fuck-” The king of curses breathes - he heaves - like never before, even in that human form of his right now. “Wh-what the fuck have you done to me, woman-”

And all the foes in the world had nothing against your honeyed whines. Absolutely no match for the way your elastic walls were clinging around his throbbing cock so tight. No match for your cockdrunk babbling that drove him insane.

“Such a filthy mouth you h-have-” he groans, leering over his inhumanly powerful body to bend over yours. You’re gaping when one of his big, beefy arms jostle you upwards into a headlock. Even shapeshifted from his true form, he was still so strong. Spitting, “Do you dare to- fuck- move those pretty lips of yours n’ repeat those words back to me, brat.”

As if you could do anything else. 

“I-I said-” you’re choking out, panting in feverish gasps of the heady air. “-said I want you to c-cum inside-”

Oh. 

In a split-second, you’re feeling your tautly stretched walls expand to limits you weren’t even sure were possible. The very bottom of your pussy being ravaged with two circular brandings - two. Two matching rock-hard cocks jostling around you. 

And the stretch of Sukuna’s devilishly true form opening your cunt to its very limits is so maddening that it takes you a second to realize that the rest of him had shapeshifted, too. 

Suddenly bigger, suddenly more towering, suddenly the king of curses. 

His strong forearm curls even tighter around your throat, knocking the remaining gasps out of your lungs. “Seriously? L-look where talking outta ya slutty pussy hah- got me-” Sukuna chuckles. Deep and rumbling from his bulging pecs, “-c-can’t even hold a n-normal form- you made me do this- fuck-”

He was fucking you like it was your fault.

Solid inches upon inches that were bruising. And if you thought that Sukuna’s size was staggering in whatever human form he’d conjured up for the safety of your poor pussy - it was absolutely incredible with both his twin girthy cocks. Bigger, thicker. The slightest ruts and grinds into your gushing cunt having him knocking into your lungs, painting down a hefty load of steamy precum. 

Messy.

“Messy-” you hear a primal rumble from above you. Shit, did you say that out loud? Condensed breath heady and hot against your ear, “Heheh- you think this is m-messy, lil’ human? Wait until I-I- hah-”

“Y-you’re really gonna cum inside, Kuna?” you’re batting your teary lashes up at your king, a delirious smile smearing itself all over your face. 

Wobbling when his snapping hips purposefully slow down to mere gyrating squelches, every push and pull feeding your slobbery pussy languidly. You have him hypnotized, maw slacking open with every lazy drag of his heavy cocks back and forth back and forth back and- “Mhm- gonna fill ya up. Breed ya u-until you’re begging that ya can’t take it. Until y-you’re all round n’ glowing with my heirs.”

God. He was out of control.

“I-I can take it-” Your nails rake airily down his ever-tightening forearm - nothing but mere kitten scratches to Sukuna. “Promise Kuna- I can-”

“Tch- this damn naughty m-mouth of yours.” he smirks in a sleazy way - just about all that Sukuna can do to not let his voice break out in whimpers right now. All he can do to hold back his building high, curvaceous tips of his thickened cocks spazzing out tight, voluminous globs of wispy white. He’s covering your prattling mouth with one hand, “Take it then- take it- but ya better make an equal mess f’me. Heh-”

Even through your bleary mind, you already knew what he wanted - to have you squirt all down Sukuna’s weepy cocks. To make a mess. 

Always his favorite.

“Th-think ya can do that?” He snarls down at you, twiddling a few sopping wet digits to toy with your pulsing clit. Third and fourth arms snaking around your waist to keep from your pathetic scrambling. To stop your escape when his hips jackhammer away harder. “Can you- my queen?”

Oh, he cuts himself off with a whimper.

Because all of a sudden your gushing cunt is surging out in waves of translucent slick. It sticks to his rubbing cocks - and all the way to his washboard abs -like a gloss, stars behind your eyes when Sukuna’s fucking you through your high. Praises slipping out in a way that would’ve tarnished the king’s reputation if anyone found out.

But right now, he didn’t care. 

Not when he’s all but bursting from his bawling tips - such thick rivers of cum that knock mercilessly into your gummy spots. The force of both his fat heads streaming out relentlessly is enough to leave your forbidden sweet spots all bruised and battered. 

Inflating your snug channel until Sukuna only had to slide a hand down to about halfway down your abdomen, pressing down at that nudge. “Heh, s’right at h-home-” 

And now that he’s filled your pretty pussy with seed, Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t think it’s possible to cum anywhere else. With a shuddering hiss, he’s dragging his cocks out, spying down with hooded eyes at the way your sloppy entrance was molding and constrictign around him - like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of him.

But Sukuna had other plans - plans that included letting his second tongue loll out, rough tastebuds sweeping a long lick down your leaky slit. Creamy cum trickling down the pinkish muscle, and he could feel his mouth grinning. Something he’s been wanting to do since he moment he fucking saw you.

“H-hey-” you’re turning your head to huff back at him. 

Smack!

“Ahh, stop yer whining-” Sukuna’s smoothing one hand down over the raised bumps of all five digits on your ass, another one of his hands guiding his fat bases to drive up your sopping crease. Pooling the milky remnants on his rotund tips. “-because m’not done breeding this cunt properly yet, my queen.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Limit(less)

“This time-” Gojo’s heaving out a dragging shudder, his face burying hotly within the tender crook of your neck. Spitting - panting, “This time this time- this- time-”

Oh, it’s been just about the same thing that he’s been babbling for the past few hours now. All that he can utter after so long of his sensitively overworked cock stuffing in and out over your overspilling cunt, flickers of jujutsu bolting with every sodden drag down your melty walls.

Truly, the strongest didn’t expect to be addicted the first time he filled your drooling pussy with thick globs of his seed - it was an accident, the first trial of trying to use limitless for its…unintended purposes. 

But right now, Gojo had absolutely no clue if this was the nth trial or whether he was simply addicted to breeding your pretty cunt.

“T-Toru–” Your fingers scramble backwards to bury in his snow locks - difficult, with the way that your boyfriend was wrangling you into a tight full nelson. Feeling the push and pull of thick cursed technique in the air - inside you. “-s’not gonna work.”

God, just the sear of your grip on his scalp is enough to have Gojo’s hips rutting up in a perfect curve off the plush king-size mattress. Fucking up into your cunt so thoroughly that you gasp at the syrupy slosh of his cum from before inside you. 

His hiccups, voice cracking into a whine at the very end. “D-do you hate me, sweetheart?”

“No?” you’re breathing out in exasperation. But shit, you underestimate just how crazed this tiniest sentiment would drive him, choking back a strangled cry of your name when he’s sending a buzzing smack! down to the hood of your plump cunt. “Fuck- why would you think-”

“Th-then let me use limitless as a- hah- condom, pretty girl-” he’s whining. And you jolt at the wet splatters of a few stimulated, pearlescent tears slipping their way out of Gojo’s eyes. “It’ll work- this time- m’the strongest- s’gonna hah- w-work- a-and if not m’jus’ breedin’ my girl’s cute cunt, r-right?”

But even as he’s prattling on and on about this, you’re feeling the flickering falter of jujutsu around Gojo’s hefty girth. Molding your gummy walls taut around his fat circumference, your spine arches with electricity. 

“Heheh-” Goosebumps prickle down your spine at the high, humorless bout of laughter at your ear - and you crane your head to look at Gojo. Sure that he’s lost it. Already wondering just how high the kill count would be. “-didn’t think th-this pretty pussy of yours would have me so ruined, sweetheart.”

And truly - he sounded like it. 

He looked like it, with his rosy lips ajar, those cerulean eyes watery and half-lidded. Glowing with power and tiny shivers of lighting at every sodden kiss to the bullseye of your g-spot. Clashing over and over in a wet push and pull, Gojo thinks that he could almost feel the rotund indentations of his curved tip right on your sweetest spots. 

“Looks like y-you’re the one ruining me- Toru-” you whine. “Just look-”

Drunkenly, Gojo’s lolling his head to the sound of your voice. Not even looking, barely even thinking - that is, until he sees.

And Gojo can’t help but let out a slew of honeyed, pathetically cracking profanities at the heavenly sight below. Pale forearms stretching out your trembly thighs even more shamefully wide to get an even closer look. 

Of your quivering hole winking up at him glisteningly, coating his fat hilt a creamy ring of white from so many of his failed attempts. Your saturatedly wet pussy lips were practically gulping up all of his heavy inches, slobbering a slow trail of drool down the side of his strawberry pink shaft and onto his twitchy balls. Needy. 

And if Gojo’s limitless protection was unsteady before then-

“Shit-” Gojo takes in a shuddering gasp, slender digits falling down to plant a wet smack! on the very middle of your bulging slit - as if all of this was your fault. “Shit shit shit shit- I-I can’t- oh-” Sharp canines sinking down so hard into your skin that you think he might break through. Just about all that’s keeping Gojo tethered to reality when his limitless shatters. “Oh god. Th-think s’gonna be another b-baby…”

All the way into a zillion pieces of nothingness and-

And then he’s cumming. 

Cumming so hard that the dim lamps by the side of your bed flickers. Then explodes. 

Pouring out such steaming hot piles of his cum - once. Twice. Before his swollen, overwhelmed balls are clenching and then he’s shooting nothing but pathetic blanks. 

It takes you a second to register the sudden darkness - all across Tokyo, in fact. You’re gasping, “O-oh, Toru did you-”

“Run out-” he’s giggling. Giggling. “Fuck you m-made me- hah- really milked me dry, didn’t ya- Spread those pretty legs a bit more, pretty girl. Let me see.” All five rounded pads of his fingers are bruising on your thigh when Gojo’s splaying them out to confirm the sputtering way his cock was driving into you. “Can’t- can’t believe- no way, baby m’supposed t-to fill you up-”

Shit, he was babbling out his true intentions so stupidly. But luck was on his side, because with a final, jujutsu-sheened swat at your cunt, the buzzing power finally sends you over the edge. 

Crashing headfirst into waves upon waves of white-hot pleasure, the engulfing goodness made you squeal. And it made Gojo grit his teeth with a low whimper at the way the simple clenching convulse of your gripping walls wrapped around his cock made him twitch in another dry orgasm. Another. And another. 

God, his first - well, not quite first - time cumming inside you and he’s already so fucked out.

Yet, despite it all, Gojo could almost count it a success…almost. 

“S-sweetheart, y’know Yaga always taught us that science experiments have hah- twenty-five trials, right?”

“...”

A/N. Gojo’s so annoying I love him.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[kamiihitoe]

—𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 °𓏲ּ𝄢 𝐓. 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

⋆˚࿔𝐜/𝐰: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, fingering.ᐟ

Tengen takes pleasure in the way you writhe under him, struggling to take his thick fingers in your cunt.

"Unghh–" you moan, your body arching off his body. Tengen forces your legs apart with his thicker ones, splaying you open.

He tuts, shaking his head in disappointment. "Come on, darling. I know you can do better than that!"

And you try. Try your best to welcome his thick digits inside you. Your pussy gushes around his hand, his fingers curling inside you. "s' too much, 'Teng," you gasp, nails digging into his forearm. But you're too weak to push him away. And the man revels in that.

Pushing a third finger to your already stretched hole, he bites on the skin of your neck hard enough to leave a bruise, kissing and licking the spot as he plunges his fingers in and out of you with skilled precision.

"If you can't take my fingers, how can my dick fit in this tight little cunt, dolly?"

© 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐞²⁰²⁶

[amaranthinespirit]

thinking back to kinktober when I wrote simon riley fucking a pumpkin. he definitely finishes deep inside the mushy plant, watching it ooze out while mixed with pumpkin guts. it makes him hard all over again, and he goes in for a round two (which definitely doesn't turn to another round after that).

okay, so maybe he has something wrong in his head because he fucked it until he was shooting blanks, and the cum to pumpkin gut ratio was eye opening.

what better way to put it to use than to bake it into a pie and give it to his favorite girl? the one who runs that plant nursery down the street. it's only fair since you're the one who sold him the pumpkin seeds to begin with, gave him advice on how to grow a plump pumpkin, perfect for fucking with his thick cock—he didn't tell you that part.

simon was not one for baking, but he felt pretty proud of himself when you moaned around a bite of the pie, muttering about how its the best thing you've tasted. the sound of your satisfaction made his cock chub up in his jeans, aching with the sight of you unknowingly consuming his cum. denies a slice for him, saying something about how it's specially made just for you.

[narcissistichedonist]

instructing her to suck my cock like a professor

"kneel properly, miss. back straight, hands behind your back. good girl. now open that pretty mouth and show me how well you follow instructions."

"start slow. use just your tongue first : trace the head, taste every inch like you’re studying it. that’s it… very good. you’re such an eager little student."

"take a little more now. relax your throat. breathe through your nose like i taught you. deeper… there we go. don’t rush. i want to see proper technique."

"eyes up here. look at me while you suck. i want to watch that pretty face while you worship my cock. very good… you’re doing so well for me."

"now use your hand and mouth together. nice, steady rhythm. show me how much you’ve learnt. faster when i tell you, slower when i want to enjoy your desperation."

"that’s my perfect girl. that's it, swallow around me… good. you’re making me so proud. keep going just like that until i decide you’ve earnt your reward."

[narcissistichedonist]

shh, don't worry, i know you can handle it. you're my good girl after all, aren't you ? that's right, so just let it happen, it'll feel so good i promise. you trust me, don't you ?

[silverlullabies]

Ghost who starts dating you and almost immediately stops showing up to pub nights- a sacred ritual for the 141, and causes raised eyebrows by the third time he grunts “can’t” over the phone.

Soap corners him after the fifth time he cancelled, all crooked grin and too bright eyes, leaning into Ghost’s space. “Ye’re skippin’ again, LT. What’s the matter? Bird got ye on a curfew?”

Ghost doesn’t answer at first. Just shoulders his bag higher and keeps walking. But Soap follows, wheedling in that relentless way of his. “C’mon, Simon. Ye’ve not bought a round in weeks. Ye skint? Need a loan? Or is it her? Ye spendin’ all yer money on that pretty thing ye’ve been seein’?”

Ghost stops, turns just enough for Soap to see the flat line of his mouth beneath the mask. “Money’s tight.”

“Tight?” Soap barks a laugh, but it dies quick when he clocks the look in Ghost’s eyes. “You? The fuck’re ye spendin’ it on, then?”

Ghost doesn’t elaborate, just walks away. Soap watches him go, brow furrowed, and later- when it’s just the three of them and a half empty bottle- he tells the others what little he got.

“She’s drainin’ him,” Soap says. “He’s cuttin’ back on everythin’ else. Won’t even split a pizza. Says he’s savin’.”

Price swirls what’s left in his glass. “Seen it before. Good men go soft for the right pair of legs and a sweet smile. Ghost’s got discipline, aye, but he’s still a man. And men like that… they’ve got bank. No one to spend it on before. Makes ‘em easy marks.”

“Gold digger,” Gaz mutters, not quite under his breath, shaking his head at another brother lost. “Better men’ve fallen for less.”

They keep this to themselves, where Ghost can’t hear them. Wouldn’t matter if they did. He’s already gone- head, heart, and wallet- in a way none of them have ever seen. They think he’s blind to it. That he’s being played.

What they don’t see is the way Ghost’s cock twitches, thickening in the grey confines of his pants, every time he pushes his tongue past the sticky-sweet barrier of your sixty dollar lipstick until it smears, thumb dragging across your lower lip, deliberate, spreading the color onto your chin.

Doesn’t see how hard he gets until he’s dizzy with it, one fist buried tight in your blown out hair, gripping at the roots and ruining the careful- expensive- work the stylist did until damp strands stick to your skin.

Blunt head already drooling a thick pool of pre, balls aching as he watches the mascara run down your flushed cheeks, lashes clumping, while he feeds his cock into your perfect warm mouth until the flared head gags the back of your throat.

And maybe he is just a man- a weak, greedy, obsessed man- as he swipes his card on yet another several-hundred-dollar clothing purchase despite your soft protests, already half hard at the thought of how he’s going to rip those pretty new things off your body the second the door closes behind you both, bullying his cock into your cunt around the remains of yet another tattered pair of fifty dollar lacy panties.

You always say something about the cost, about how he can’t keep doing this, but Ghost just shakes his head once, sharp and final. “Can. Will. Shut up an’ let me see what I bought.”

The lads can think what they want. Let them whisper about gold diggers and better men falling. They don’t see how turned on Ghost gets spoiling you rotten, just so he can see you all soft and wrecked, expensive clothes twisted and stained, hair a mess, face streaked with him after he fucks you stupid.

They don’t understand.

[narcissistichedonist]

she calls it free use, but what she really wants is to be fucked like furniture

bent over the counter while she’s texting, taken from behind while she’s brushing her teeth, my cock slipping inside her the moment i wake up.

no asking, no warning, just the familiar stretch and her little gasp as she spreads her legs on instinct. it’s not just permission, it’s routine

her body’s always available, always wet, always mine to use like a toy that forgot it was supposed to have limits

[amaranthinespirit]

simon riley accidentally stealing you from your boyfriend. cw: hints at cheating (mostly emotional)

you and your boyfriend had a great relationship. you've been together for years, and it was secure. he loved you, albeit more than you loved him. it was like a safety net, something you knew you could fall back on if you needed emotional stability.

but you weren't 100% compatible. don't get it wrong, you loved him—for the most part—but there was a little something to be desired in the bedroom. you couldn't understand why.

maybe it was because he was too careful, too nice, when he fucked you. it was slow and worship, and while you enjoyed vanilla sex, you wanted more. you craved more, but he had offhandedly mentioned before that anything crazier wasn't in his wheelhouse. therefore you were never fully satisfied.

you felt guilty, especially since having sex began to feel like a chore rather than a connection you craved, and you had a high drive that even he couldn't sate. you just needed more.

for the last couple of weeks, you've been dropping hints to your boyfriend about the possibility of a threesome—to add some spice to your life—with one of his friends. any of them would do, even if you had pictured a specific friends of his. saying stuff like along the lines of, "I wish I had two of you," or "imagine how fun it'd be with another you."

your boyfriend wasn't dumb. he knew what you were hinting at, and yeah, it was out there. he also knew how you looked at his friend whenever you two went to the pub for a drink with his friends. how you got flushed whenever his brooding friend looked your way, or when you grazed each other.

he thought if he invited simon into your shared bed, you'd scratch the itch that's been gnawing at you. a single night to get what you wanted, and everything would go back to normal.

but he underestimated just how well simon could satisfy you.

simon was the opposite of your boyfriend. all rough touch and calloused skin, with dirty words and hard thrusts that punched the breath from your lungs and tore tears out of your eyes.

his cock stretched around your drooling pussy, filling you in ways you'd never felt and hitting spots that had you mewling. his balls slapped your clit with the relentlessness of his hips, thighs slapping against him and turning red. his hands were wrapped around the entirety of your neck, using it as leverage to pull you back against him. it left you breathless and keening for more.

and your boyfriend watched helplessly. reduced to a naked cuck, he sat back on his knees in front of you, still hard and unsatisfied, while he watched his precious girlfriend get defiled in a way he's never even considered. he didn't think you'd be into hardcore sex—because this was hardcore to him.

hands around your neck, one leaving to slap your ass occasionally before finding its home on your throat again. strangled noises he's never heard you make before, moaning louder after every dirty word whispered to you. the rotation of positions, not stopping after one, two, three orgasms as he put you into a mating press, doggystyle, missionary, cowgirl, you name it.

simon didn't purposefully leave out your boyfriend. he fully expected him to be just as engaged in the threesome as he was. after all, your boyfriend suggested it to him, but it didn't go farther than sinking his half hard cock into your pussy while you choked on simon's dick.

this was a bad idea because it brought him to the realization that this is something that can't be fucked out. he liked safe and vanilla sex, and you wanted wild, energetic, and borderline toxic fucking.

because the weeks that followed—yes, your boyfriend didn't take it as a sign to break up—was a significant sign that the relationship had changed, and not for the better. after that night, you got simon's number and kept in touch, often spending most of your time exchanging messages or talking about if you could convince your boyfriend for another threesome

simon didn't mean to steal you from your boyfriend. he just enjoyed his time with the two of you—even if the man didn't do anything but watch you get fucked by his friend—and wanted to do it again, especially since you enjoyed it. but when you showed up at simon's place with tears down your face, you wouldn't end up leaving.

[narcissistichedonist]

praising her until her brain melts

"that's my girl. just let go, angel. i've got you. you're so safe here."

"you look so beautiful when you let me take care of you. just drift for me, sweetheart."

"you're doing so well, my darling doll. just feel how much i adore you."

"shhh, don't think. you don't need to think. just be my good, happy girl."

"that's it, just let your mind go blank."

"you're such a sweet, precious thing. just let me hold and praise you forever."

[rawme-price]

Imagine having a crush on your lieutenant and friend, ghost, right?

You never planned on confessing, of course. You know ghost has no interest in you, not sure if he has any interest in men, really. You know so much about him, know the foods he loves and the ones he doesn't realize he hates, know his favorite war tactics and the music he plays in his earbuds on every occasion.

He is somehow fully realized inside your palms yet impossible to grasp. Yet he's still your friend.

"For you, sergeant. Looks like you need it." Ghost huffs, tossing you a cold water bottle after a brutal workout. His body haloed by the gym lights, eyes crinkled in a smile under the plain balaclava.

You down it, cold shocking your system. Maybe the rush is why you don't think before saying "thanks. I love you, ghost."

Dead silence. For a horrible moment, you pray it reads more like a joke than a confession.

But you glance up with a wince, and ghosts face is twisted in disgust. You know the look well, plain as day. "Don't joke like that, sergeant. 'S not fuckin' funny. "

Right. Of course. The hottest guy you've met and he's probably homophobic.

"Uh– yeah. Right. My bad, sir." You rush, standing up to fast and stumbling away from ghost instead of steadying yourself on him. "I need to go wash up, meeting with captain later."

You leave ghost stood in the middle of the gym, skin still smelling faintly of your sparring match where your cologne rubbed off onto him. He breathes it in, cones to terms with it like it's the first time all over again.

Ghost doesn't dwell on your joke, on how the words made his heart flutter. He doesn't need to see the disgust on your face when he reveals something too-close to the chest.

He finishes off the last of your water and tosses it in the bin.

[narcissistichedonist]

you don’t even realize it anymore, do you ? how wired your body is to me. how trained it’s become

the morning starts with fingers between your thighs before your eyes even open, my voice against your neck, low and warm, telling you to be good and stay still. you try, you always do. but your hips are already twitching, your need already blooming, and i haven’t even said “cum” yet

i kiss your cheek, make you coffee, slide my hand down the front of your shorts when you pass me the mug. no warning. no teasing. just straight to the heat, just to feel how wet you still are. and of course you whimper, of course your knees wobble, of course you’re already clenching. one orgasm before breakfast. two, if i feel generous. or cruel

i press you up against the wall as you brush your teeth, hand on your throat, whispering filth between each spit and rinse. you look at me with suds on your lips and pupils blown wide, like some dumb little doll who forgot what day it is. that’s okay. you won’t need to know

by midday, you’re flushed. distracted. soaked. the toy inside you is still going, pulsing slow and steady, not enough to let you fall apart yet just enough to remind you who you belong to. you fidget through every call, every errand, every polite smile you force as if you’re not seconds away from dripping down your thighs

later, i pull you into my lap during a movie, spread your legs without a word, and slide two fingers in like i own the right. because i do. you stifle a moan, press your pretty face into my shoulder. sweet thing. no one told you being good meant being ruined hourly

and when night falls ? you know what’s coming. the real cruelty. the deep, shaking overstimulation. the “no darling doll, we're not done yet,” kind. the “hold still while i make you cum again” kind. the trembling legs, the soaked sheets, the way your voice breaks when you try to beg but all that comes out is a gasp and a cry

you were mine all day. soft and used and glowing. and tomorrow ?

we’ll do it all over again

[lumi-nay]

Suggestive, 18+

Blunt!Simon, who has never once been good at keeping his mouth shut. He says this exactly as he sees them. Simon, who has the exact same mindset when he sees you enter the bases gym, clad in leggings and a standard issue sports bra.

'Can see yer nipples cuttin' through yer top, luv' he said gruffly, when you came over to say hi. You stopped dead in your tracks, blood rushing to your face, who even says that?!

You try your best to get on with your workout, opting to do some cardio to warm up...

After a few hours, you head over to the water fountain to hydrate, where Simon had been standing, filling up his bottle. 'Been enjoyin' the outline 'f yer cunt, luvie' he says, looking down at you as you cough on your water in shock.

He bends down to get close to you 'dyin' for a taste... give yer LT a han', aye?'

Blunt!Simon who has you throbbing with his crude words.

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ your roommate, nerd!cho, is secretly a panty thief! ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

roommate!nerd!cho is incredibly quiet and keeps to himself when you first move in. he's a big, awkward computer science major who basically lives in front of his monitors, wearing hoodies that are three sizes too big and constantly pushing up his glasses. he used to get so tongue-tied and red just saying "hi" to you in the hallway.

roommate!nerd!cho takes a while to warm up, but once he gets comfortable, he’s the sweetest guy ever. he'll quietly fix the wi-fi before you even have to ask, or leave a donut on the counter for you. he's just really gentle, thoughtful, and incredibly nice to have around the apartment.

roommate!nerd!cho agrees to a simple laundry system with you to keep things running smoothly. you always put your clothes in the wash first thing in the morning. by the time he goes to do his, your turn is done and you’re already gone to your morning classes. it works perfectly every single week.

roommate!nerd!cho has a massive, secret crush on you that he keeps bottled up inside. he thinks you are way too pretty and completely out of his league, so he just admires you from a distance. because he’s so shy, he never plans on doing anything about it—but holding these heavy feelings in for so long makes him incredibly touch-starved and desperate for any connection to you!

roommate!nerd!cho finds a pair of your light pink cotton panties with a little white lace trim stuck to one of his hoodies. he's sorting his laundry on a tuesday morning when he sees them. "h-huh? w-what the..." his face goes bright red and his heart starts hammering. he knows he should just leave them on the counter, but looking at them triggers a dark, needy urge he didn't even know he had.

roommate!nerd!cho pockets them instead of returning them. his hands shake like crazy as he stuffs your pink panties into his pocket, quickly throws his clothes into the washer, and runs back to his room to lock the door.

roommate!nerd!cho collapses against his door and pulls the panties out. he holds the soft cotton to his face and takes a deep breath—smelling your laundry soap and the warm, sweet scent of your skin. it completely ruins him. he's so excited and hard that his dick is already leaking through his sweatpants.

roommate!nerd!cho babbles total filth to himself in a messy, breathless whimper as he pulls his pants down. he wraps your pink underwear tight around his shaft and starts jerking off. "oh my god—you smell so good," he groans, his glasses getting all foggy from his hot breath. "i'm so sorry—fuck—i'm such a disgusting freak... but haah—want you so bad." he strokes himself faster and faster while picturing your body, until he blows a huge, messy load right inside your underwear, completely ruining them.

roommate!nerd!cho realizes there is no way he can wash the sticky stains out without you finding out. shaking and sweaty, he hides his ruined prize in the very back of his desk drawer, tucked behind his computer parts where you'll never look.

roommate!nerd!cho gets totally hooked after that first time. doing laundry isn't a chore anymore; it’s his favorite part of the week. he starts offering to carry the baskets just to sneakily look through your clothes. soon, he steals a black silk thong, and then a pair of white boy-shorts with a tiny red bow on them.

roommate!nerd!cho gets greedy one weekend when you stay overnight at a friend's place. being all alone in the apartment makes him bold, and he steals two pairs at once: a sheer lavender mesh pair and some comfy grey cotton ones you usually wear to sleep.

roommate!nerd!cho uses both at the same time to get off. he wraps the tight lavender mesh around the bottom of his dick for friction, while keeping his face buried in the grey cotton. he actually licks the middle of the grey pair, trying to taste you, whimpering and begging for the real thing while he messes up another pair of your clothes.

roommate!nerd!cho starts worrying that you'll notice your underwear is missing. to keep you from getting suspicious, he carefully hand-washes the cleaner ones in his bathroom sink, dries them in his room, and sneaks them back into your clean basket. but he never gives back his favorites—especially the ones that smell the most like you.

roommate!nerd!cho sits across from you at the table the next day, looking like a totally innocent, sweet roommate as he drinks his coffee. when you complain about losing your favorite pink underwear, he just gives you a shy, sympathetic smile. but underneath the table, his dick is throbbing hard, knowing those exact pink panties are stuffed inside his pillowcase so he can sleep on your scent every single night.

[narcissistichedonist]

pretty girls who are brats are such perverts

they’ll give me that defiant little look right before i bend them over and fuck the attitude straight out of them. they should behave, but they crave being manhandled and reminded exactly who owns them

[prettylucifherr]

[ozzgin]

Yandere!Perverted!Neighbor x Reader

content: gender neutral reader, NSFW (mentions of intercourse and masturbation), underwear theft, obsessive behavior

Your neighbor keeps to himself. You would’ve wholeheartedly believed the apartment next to yours was empty or abandoned if you hadn’t encountered its occupant several times on your way back home. Given the odd hours you find yourself sharing an elevator, you deduced he must be working from home. A quiet, well-mannered man who doesn’t impose for longer than a formal greeting.

Your Yandere!Neighbor never expected to look in the mirror and see a deranged pervert, you know. It is but the truth. He’d originally perceived you as nothing more than another human in his vicinity, perhaps even a tad annoying: he would’ve been perfectly content with skipping pleasantries and ignoring each other’s existence, yet you always insisted on offering him a warm smile and a hello that was too loud for his tired ears.

Then you brought your boyfriend over.

It was an awkward, unexpected accident, and – if he is to be honest – mainly your own fault. He never intended to eavesdrop. He was minding his business, scrolling through data sheets and tables, when he could discern a faint whimper coming from beyond the wall; were you moaning? He pushed his glasses up his nose and let out an irritated huff. You were a grown adult and pleasant to the eye, of course you’d be having sex every now and then. Why would you make him an unwilling witness, though? Christ, he thought, whoever was fucking you couldn’t have been that good.

He rose from his seat, ready to give you the mutually embarrassing suggestion of toning it down. To his great shock, however, he stood still, unable to move. His ears were greedily picking up each hint of ecstasy. Ah, what shameless curiosity! He’d just been exposed to your most vulnerable self. You had no idea he could hear your desperate, babbled words and your whines. You were unknowingly coming undone right next to your neighbor, a complete stranger, separated only by a thin wall.

A twisted glimpse of intimacy, a spontaneous act of voyeurism that left him yearning for more. That’s all it took for him to lose any shred of decency. Outrageous, he is well-aware, but the temptation is too great; its tendrils have crept all the way into his heart, and – although a downright indecent observation – all the way down to his groin. He might’ve or might’ve not palmed a persistent erection throughout your unintentional charade. He might’ve or might’ve not come into his own hands, trembling from the sheer memories of your breaking voice.

An unfortunate affair, truly. He never intended to become a despicable individual. He never would’ve guessed, not even in his wildest dreams, that the image of you being fucked would awaken such an unmovable, unquenchable obsession. How far will his maddening desires take him?

“It’s strange,” you tell your boyfriend on the other side of the wall, “I could’ve sworn I washed my new underwear. Can’t find it anywhere.”

Criminal. He should be put in handcuffs, yet he continues to inhale the thin fabric crumpled in his fist. Good God, he’s hopeless. It makes him even harder to hear your remarks on his deed.

At last, the most dangerous question begins to bloom in his mind. A sheepish curiosity, a mere hypothetical that surely wouldn’t lead anywhere further: what if he were the one fucking you? Nonsense, naturally, nothing but playful banter. Oh, but he’d do such a good job. He’s sure of it. No, no, enough of this. He wouldn’t dare to interfere with your relationship. He’d never-

Too late. His knuckles drum against your door in desperation. He’s just saying hello, where’s the hurt in that?

[Yandere Masterlist]