hello everyone, if you haven’t followed my other blog , you probably would know that i decided to fully retire from writing fanfictions and start creating my own romance stories where black woman are loved from head to toe by guys, girls, demons, demi gods, cowboys, or speaking of my debut novel bodyguards…you name it! i just wanted to thank all of you for these past couple years of making me feel comfortable to nerd out when it comes to my interest in anime/manga, comics, video games, etc. it was wonderful meeting and talking to many of you even though some of y’all really used to drag my favs (reminisce that time y’all dragged zeke yeager). but truly, i wouldn’t have grown as a writer without none of y’all reading my cliche horny x reader fics. hopefully next time i log onto this account, i’m sharing with y’all the pre order link of my novel which is releasing next year.
it was such a wonderful time acting out on the dash with many of you guys, but fanfic writing deja is signing out & original indie author deja is clocking in.
love y’all, don’t forget your fav would eat you up like you’re a soul food platter.
about to crash out cause the delivery person gave my order to someone else, somebody in my city tearing up the butter chicken w/ garlic naan & mango lassi i ordered rn omg
so are you considered an indie writer or are you going to pitch your idea to a publishing company
i decided to go the indie route because i have seen one too many authors of color talk about publishing companies making them change something in their novels and i don’t think i can bite my tongue to do that for something i created. plus, i feel like going the indie route i think i would connect to future readers of my novels much better. altogether i think it fits my personality a bit more tbh.
being my own pr agent for my debut novel is going quite well. i have made so many other indie author friends 🥹 and being met with excitement for my ideas just make me so happy!
i know you were closed with naj/nara, do you know what happened to her account? i wanted to read that nanny!reader and jean fic 😭
my sis chose peace of mind over this hellsite and i love that for her. but she does have a squidgeworld account that you can’t read her fics. just click here
content warnings ￫ afab!reader (unspecified pronouns), ceo!reader, custodian!geto/peeping tom!geto, mutual-ish pining, masturbation on both sides, sex toy usage (dildo), not proofread.
No one would ever expect this behavior from Geto. A face so beautiful and an attitude amazing that they’d think of him as an angel. The curve of his lip when he smiles, it’s contagious, forcing everyone else to return one right back to him. He doesn’t say much, but when he talks, his voice is like a lazy river, carrying your body slowly around that you find yourself lost. It’s a shame that he’s declined your offers for a better paying job, something more worthwhile and fulfilling. He’d rather work the tiresome night shift as a custodian, cleaning the bathrooms and picking up mess after people. When you’d ask him why, he’d never go into detail, just saying that nights were better for him.
Heavy cart of cleaning supplies, his night has started off easy. Bathrooms that are spotless as he liked to tackle the difficult before the easy. Small wireless earbuds pressed into his ears, tickling the conch piercing as soft r&b music play on his Spotify playlist. His chest thumps with anticipation as he makes his rounds through every office and cubicle, sweeping up all the mess into a pile. Assigned to the top floor, it’s typical that the workload isn’t heavy. There are nights where he’s staying longer than he usually does. He tries to be efficient— quick, but efficient nonetheless. Because he knows that you’re always here late, working after hours as you try to finish this “last bit of work.” That’s what you always tell him when he comes in to clean your office, but the stacks on your desk say otherwise.
He loves the times that you spark up a conversation. That warm smile on your face despite those tired eyes that begs for some rest. When he’d plead for you to go home and get some rest, even if he desperately wants to spend more time with you, you’d whine with a playful pout and always come up with an excuse. You always tried keeping a smile on your face despite your stresses and he wanted to be a form of relief.
You’ve offered him a position for him to work in the day, telling him that he has the potential to do more. Your eyes would sparkle at the prospect of it, wanting him to get higher that he would feel bad whenever he told you no. It wasn’t a problem regarding his classes or having another job. He just feared that he wouldn’t have moments like these anymore. He’d be more occupied with more mentally-straining work that his thoughts about you would be replaced with the amount of work that he’d have to complete. He fears that as time passes, his interactions with you would grow less meaningful as during the day your time is spent with others.
No, he prefers his night shifts. They’re just fine for him. Because when he gets home, you make it easier for him to sleep. A hand wrapped around himself, eyes shut as thoughts of you further infiltrate his mind. The cute pouts you’d make? He’d want you to make them while begging for his cock. The bags underneath your eyes? They’d be clear by the time he’s done with you, watching you drift off to sleep after he cleans your body. He’d make your nights happier, sitting you on your desk as he spread your legs, getting the sight of your mound and pulling your panties to the side.
He’s caught you in compromising positions before, a pencil skirt that rides up. It’s how he knows that you forgo shorts when you’re wearing a dress or skirt. How he'd love to drag them off and stuff them in his pocket, sniffing and wanting to embed more of you into his mind. He'd love to wrap the flimsy material around his cock and imagine it was you, your pussy around him.
It’s another late night for you. The silver desk lamp illuminates enough of your desk to not leave you blind as your laptop screen does the rest of the work, blaring into your blue light glasses that makes it slightly more bearable. However, unlike typical nights where you’re focused on how fast you can get a pile of work finished, you’re worried about how fast you can make yourself cum. You’ve got your skirt hiked up, panties forgotten as it hangs on the seat handle of your chair. Your feet are hiked up, the balls of them digging into the leather as you curl your toes. The air conditioner recently kicked in, streaming colder air than previously. The icy gust nips at your clit, tight walls that grip onto the faux length stuffed inside of your heat.
You suck on your two fingers before they’re swiped by the chilly breeze inside, pressing them to your clit as you hum. Teeth catching your bottom lip in a hold as you try hard to conceal the sultry sounds leaving you. When you move your hips, the swivel chair moves with you as a soft squeak sounds with the gentle roll of your hips. You had felt on edge the entire day, mind filled with dirty thoughts and a desperate need to satiate the pulse from your pussy. From subtly bucking yourself against your calf, sitting uncomfortably until your leg fell asleep. When office hours came closer to time for everyone to leave and people started forming a line towards the double doors leading out of the building completely, you were overjoyed with relief. However, you still held yourself back.
You let the skies darken, forgetting about the night shifts and just the person set to your floor. Squeezing the base of the dildo that you remembered you had hidden inside one of your desk drawers, this wasn’t the first time you had come to desperate measures. However, it was the first time that you weren’t as careful. Braids carefully pulled into a bun, it’s slowly coming undone as you tilt your head back. Your head feels heavier as your back arches, strands falling out of place as the buttons grow tighter as you jut forward.
Fingers twist gently on the handle that you can’t hear over the lust screaming inside your head, but the door doesn’t open more than a few inches. It’s all that Geto needs to see you with your legs spread open, a fair distance away from your desk. The small lamp on your desk brightens the area as well as your laptop that’s still open and on. He’s feeling a range of emotions— shock, arousal, a smugness.
He feels smug for catching you this way, being the only one able to see your nude pussy out in the open like this and being stretched out by a cock that’s not his. How there’s already a thin layer of sweat under your hairline from what he can see. His heart skips a beat the same time his cock jumps. Dressed in the comfort clothes, the baggy black joggers he’s wearing are quickly pushed down right above his knees, his underwear following along, too. His cock springs out, a thick shaft hardening the more he watches. He tries to stay silent, not wanting you to know. Not wanting you to catch him in such an act and think less of him— a sick freak getting off to their superior in the dark.
However, even if you did, why were you doing it so out in the open when you know he works these hours? Leaving your doors unlocked, if he had reacted differently, he would have thrown open the doors and caught you red handed. You’d grow so flustered, legs dropping down and you would spew out incomprehensible nonsense as you tried to come up with an excuse. However, nothing would be able to get you out of a situation like this.
Squeezing the base of the dildo, the buds in your ears are close to falling out of your ears, the moans playing on screen becoming more distant as you plunge the toy in and out of your cunt, making the purple length glistening in your juices. Gentle thrusts that gradually pick up the pace as you grow needier, pushing it further in you so that the tip kisses that sweet spot inside of you. With every arch, you feel a sense of relief, hearing the cricks of your neck and back muscles. Your legs quiver as they press deeper in the chair as your mouth gapes open.
“Oh…” He’s never heard this tone in your voice, speaking so breathlessly as you become more shameless with your sounds. A leg sticks out, hitting the edge of your desk as you prop it up onto the top. You manage to expose yourself even more, nimble fingers leaving your pussy to travel to the button up. Geto figures you must be so needy and desperate to expose yourself so openly like this. However, he’s not one to complain.
Shirt open and revealing the laced bra, you push it over your breasts, letting them spill out from the bottom as you move to play with your nipples. Dark pebbles that stand erect as your chest rises and falls. Shit, Geto wants to curse, hand still over his length as he grips his shaft. How is every part of you so beautiful? It’s uncanny, he believes.
Cold fingers around his length, his other hand is occupied with holding himself steady against the door frame. His knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s holding onto it. He thinks you’re fucking yourself wrong, that that’s not how he would fuck you. First of all, you’re going too rough, busy chasing a high when he’d make you feel every inch of him. He’d make languid thrusts inside of you that’d make your pussy remember him for all eternity. His length would map out every inch and cavern of your pussy, making you never forget him.
So, when he fucks your hand, he’s thinking about how he’d take care of you. Thumb rubbing over the tip as he grazes over the tiny slit, spreading his precum over as it drips. He hisses as softly as he possibly can, making sure to be careful. However, you’re so selfishly absorbed into your own pleasure to notice anything out of place, that if you were able to lift your head and squint hard enough towards the doorway, you’d see him right there.
“Fuck,” you curse, the subtle change in position making this even better. Your pussy grasps the length tightly, stronger than the already exhausting arm used to fuck the toy inside you. Acrylics digging into the flesh of your chest, you gnaw on your inner cheek as you mewl.
At first, this was a meaningless pursuit to chase off the stress inside your body. You were mindlessly fucking your pussy with no stimulation to bring this to an end. However, from the moans vibrating through your ears, the soft grunts from the male counterpart, your mind started to race back to one person that was always on the back of your mind when closing hours would come. You felt guilt when his name first popped up to mind, he was such a sweet man for you to be thinking such lewd thoughts about. He would make your nights better, but now you’re just wondering how his dick would also do the same.
No matter how much his name has fogged your mind, you refuse to say it, your body subconsciously knowing what your mind doesn’t. Instead, you let your high-pitched moans fuel the air as the scenarios in your mind run wild at all the possibilities of your pussy getting a taste of Geto’s cock. How he’d feel filling you up, cock digging at your walls and you feeling his cum inside you. You imagine that soothing voice right at your ear, nipping at the skin and coaxing you to your orgasm. He’d call you pretty and beautiful and whisper all those sweet nothings your mind can conjure.
Thinking about it, your stomach coils. Your arm stilling as the tip of the cock presses onto your g-spot, pussy trapping it there as you clench tightly. Your grip around the dildo loosens, but you feel the drip of your juices down and running over your fingers. The last thing you manage to mutter before your mind clears of fog is, “Fuck…Geto.”
Said man has already spilled himself all over his hand, remnants splashing against the door and to the ground. He thought he heard wrong, that his mind was playing games on him. And still, he’s convinced he’s conjured it at all. Nonetheless, his cock hardens again, sensitive tip ready for another go. He watches as you come down from that high, aching legs that pull down to the ground. Your hands sweep over them to rid yourself of that pain. Gradually you fix your attire, steadying yourself on your feet as you gather your stuff. Surely, you fulfilled your goal, eyes hanging heavy as all you want to do right now is fall asleep. And damn does he wish you would’ve kept going. Now he’s hurrying to tug his pants up, pushing the large cart down in a hurry as he forgets about the spot against your door, something that will be seen the next day if not tonight.
You hear the squeaking of the wheels, how it runs down the smooth ground as you hoist your work bag over your shoulder. There’s a sliver of hope that you’ve mistaken that sound or that you’re hearing his cart a further distance away from you. However, the door’s been left cracked open and when you use the flashlight on your phone to guide you out, there’s no mistaking what’s left on your wall.
fic info _ 2303 words / geto suguru | masturbation
parlor's note: i love toji and i love scream, this is literally a match made in heaven and i love it.
bon appetit!
you've always been a big fan of the scream movies.
sure, there were ones you heavily preferred over the others, but nevertheless, the iconic movie franchise had a glimmer of nostalgia to it, making it one of your comfort movies. as such, it became a tradition of sorts for you to watch the movies during halloween season. no matter how busy you were, you've always been able to squeeze it somewhere in the month's schedule, whether it be spaced out between weeks, or not spaced out at all, instead being a movie marathon.
this didn't change when you started dating fushiguro toji.
it didn't matter if he admitted it or not, you both knew he loved the movies now too. amazingly, he's never watched any of the movies before you started dating. when he first told you this fact, you couldn't help but gasp and pull him to your bedroom, exclaiming a mishmash of words pertaining to having him watch the entire franchise, though he was only able to piece that out once you spread out all the cds in front of him. at the time, your words were all too slurred together for him to understand anything.
along with your obsession with the movies, he also knew about your infatuation with the ghostface character; it was really skeet ulrich and matthew lillard's performance of the iconic masked fiend that made you fall in love with the character. he was so charismatic, and the teasing tilt that's ever present in his unique and recognizable voice reminded you of another dark haired man you're in love with. if the way you looked at the television with a dreamy look on your face whenever ghostface is on screen didn't tell toji enough, there was also a time where you spelled it out for him, telling him that one of your fantasies was to fuck him while he's dressed as the horror icon.
and fushiguro toji never disappoints.
"this what you wanted, filthy girl?" toji grunted in your ear. the man in question told you to put on minimal makeup some minutes ago, emphasizing mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick.
you didn't know why he did that at first. one of your guesses, and certainly the most realistic one was maybe he's going to take you out on a date and wanted you to get ready, but toji has never asked you to apply makeup whenever you're going on dates before. he's never minded you going with makeup or going barefaced so it confused you.
now you know why. the man had the biggest kink for ruining your makeup. there was something about smudging your mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick that never failed to make his cock stir in his pants.
he loves you barefaced, he loves you with makeup skillfully done, and he loves you with messy makeup.
he loves it to the point where whenever you have it on, he always fucks you harder than usual. like now.
he has you bent over the bathroom counter, bare chest pressed tightly against the cold marble as one of his hands apply pressure to your back. your hands are laying on the table too, at first trying to find purchase on anything, grip on anything, but now, you've resorted to just clenching and unclenching them because toji, that tease, would end up shoving the items within your grasp away.
if it was any other time, he'd tell you to look into his eyes through the mirror in front of you, but that's not entirely possible right now as he's busy making your fantasies come to life: he's wearing the ghostface robe and mask. as a cherry on top, he also has a knife against the skin of your throat. the metal is cold and sharp, and you barely feel the edge. it's angled so you would be able to feel how sharp it is, feel the danger in the situation, but not enough to actually harm you. you know it's a real weapon, but your worry is zero to none because toji has experience with them. you're assured that you're safe, that somehow, someway, he's tilted it so that even if you lurch too far forward, it wouldn't actually cut into your flesh: at least to a degree where it'll cause significant injury.
just as he planned, makeup's running down your face, staining it. he's fucking you so well, to the point where your lips are bitten and swollen though you have kissed nothing but the plastic of his mask and there are black tracks running down your eyes from the tears you've shed due to him continually bruising your cervix.
"can you hear that?" he stops talking for a moment to emphasize his point, though even when he speaks, you could still hear the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin, the squelch of your pussy as his cock pushes its way in. "that's the sound of you being a fucking slut."
"you're so wet." he runs the hand that was previously on your lower back up your inner thigh, moist with your arousal, then grips your face. it's tight, the way he holds you, and having your scent so near your face makes your head spin. your cheeks squish together and can't help but moan at the sight, reflected through the mirror that's fogging up with each pant that comes out of your mouth. "d'you see how wet you are? all for some murderer in a mask and a knife by your throat?" his tone does not hide his disgust and it makes you squeeze around him.
he can't help but sneer a whore at your reaction to his degrading words.
"fuck, i love this little slutty pussy." he throws his head back. the words are muffled through the mask, but it's enough to send shivers down your spine.
he lets go of your cheeks for a second to toss one of your legs up onto the counter effortlessly. the new position lets him hit deeper inside you and you damn near scream at the feeling.
toji chuckles, "quiet down, baby. don't want any of your neighbors to file a noise complaint, don't ya? i know it's halloween, but i don't think they're that nice."
you're left a whimpering, wet mess below him, but you wouldn't have it any other way. everything happening is straight out of what used to be just your filthiest late night fantasies, from toji's build, his voice, the way he moves his hips, his cock, his demeanor, both reminiscent of himself and the character he's dressed up as, his look, the way he talks to you, everything. as always, he knew what you wanted without having to ask you. this includes the way his hand traveled to your clit, and how he moved the hand holding the knife as you jolted forward. "bet you're close, sweet girl. your pussy's squeezing me so tight." he gasps and you nod.
"nghh yes! yes, please can i come?" you would have gone completely limp from his ministrations, if it wasn't for the hand that's gripping the blade holding you up.
he puts his face close to your ear, and in a mocking manner says "you have to beg for it first." making you whine. he tuts at you condescendingly. "you said you wanted a villain, baby. what kind of villain would i be if i took it easy on you?"
then he makes it even harder when he rolls your swollen bud with his calloused fingers which causes your knees to buckle. "beg for it, sweet girl. i know you can do it."
"please, please, please, please," you sob. "wanna come so bad. lemme come for you, mister ghostface, please."
those were the right words to say, lemme come for you, because before you knew it, he's growling out a do it at the same time he's thrusting his hips harder as he breeds you, pushing his semen further inside you.
✮ SYNOPSIS: you met annie through an online language learning app, developing a relationship you thought would never last until she tells you she got tickets to the love train and they're giving her an all paid expense to visit you.
✮ CONTENT: afab!reader (she/her) ! established relationship ( online relationship ) ! pre-dystopian aspects, robots & artificial intelligence ! horrible german ! wlw, cunnilingus, squirting, breast play/biting, thigh riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, etc. + 4.68k words !
KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST ! pussy 🫶🏾 that's all. i wanted to end this with pussy :3 thank you all for reading. i appreciate it very much. mwah mwah ! also i have no familiarity with any german whatsoever, so i apologize for atrocious translations if anyone knows the language.
"Das nächste semester beginnt morgen und ich weiß immer noch nicht, wer mein Professor für Biochemie ist—" ¹
"You know," Annie interrupts you, hands rummaging in the nearly empty bag of chocolate chip cookies while the other rests on her keyboard, eyes squinting at the bright monitor screen. "You don't have to speak in German to me all the time. You're pretty much fluent already."
"Yeah, but I wanna stay proficient," you frown at your friend's dismissal as your phone's propped up to stand. On the screen, Annie's in the camera view, sitting at her desk just like you are. The television in the background is on, streaming a lofi hip hop playlist on YouTube. She called you to keep her company while she finishes an essay for her literature class while you were preparing for bed.
“You already are,” Annie snorts. “No need to keep practicing.”
“Ja, aber ich will nicht nach Deutschland kommen und mich wie ein Idiot anhören,” you pout, grabbing your bottle of serum. Squirting out a few drops on your face, you rub it into your skin. “Ich bin immer noch traumatisiert von dem ersten Mal, als ich versucht habe, mit dir Deutsch zu sprechen.” ²
“Good thing you’ll have me when you come,” she smiles snarkily. “That’s if you ever come.”
Rolling your eyes, you reach for your phone as you slide onto your bed. “I told you,” you begin. “I’m saving up. I’m almost close to my goal, so hopefully by December I can finally book that flight.”
“I’m just messing with you,” Annie smiles. “You still can’t take a joke.”
“And your jokes are still horrible,” you add.
“Eh,” she fans off your comment. “Whatever.”
Turning on your television, there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you— enjoying each other’s company from miles away. Scrolling through Netflix, you click on the last thing you were watching— See You in My 19th Life.
“What episode are you on in Uncanny Counter?” Annie asks, eyes still focused on her report while she listens to your background noise. You glance at your phone screen, snorting.
“I’ve only watched two episodes of it,” you answer truthfully, knowing that you’re asking yourself to get an earful of Annie rambling about your short attention span.
“I’m so tired of you,” Annie starts. “Yet you’re watching a different k-drama now. Which one is this? The reincarnation one? Bet you won’t finish that one.”
“I’ll have you know that I’m actually on the ninth episode of it,” you grin, proud of your progress on it. You do have a problem— always starting shows but never finishing them. You wanted to watch so much, but never had the time. You’d constantly explain that to Annie, but she always dismissed it to you being chronically online and the result of it depleting your attention span. The two of you go back and forth for a while. You lose focus on the show, it quickly becomes background noise as Annie shows off her proficiency in multitasking. Fingers still moving, she looks at you through the screen. It isn’t until a particular notification calls for her attention that she loses focus.
Grabbing her cellular device, she opens the email notification to view an invitation from the Love Train. Furrowing her eyebrow as she reads through the email, she feels an unsettling chill run down her spine.
“Hey,” she calls for your attention. “What's the Love Train?”
“It's a romance program here in Japan designed to help people get in relationships or mend them,” you absentmindedly answer her question. “Stuff like that. Why?”
“Because I got an invitation to go,” she scrolls through the rest of the email. “It says here that you and I are both invited to attend.”
“What?” Then, eerily, your phone chimes. The same notification that Annie received popped up. “Woah. I just got an email about it.”
“They’re saying that they’re gonna pay for my expenses to fly to Japan to meet you.” As much as Annie is hoping that this email is legit, she doesn’t want to be the one who fell for a scam. Putting her guard up, her finger hovers over the trash can icon. “Is this legit?”
“Erm, yeah, I guess?” You’ve heard everyone raving about the exclusive program. It’s extremely difficult to get invited to and considering that the two of you were sent an invitation makes your heart pound. You desperately want to accept, but with Annie’s hesitation, you don’t want to get too ahead of yourself. “I have friends that went on it and they loved it. I've never heard about them inviting people internationally though.”
“I don't know,” Annie shuts her laptop. She’s almost done with it, so she figures she’ll return back to it. Getting up to stretch, she sees your forehead and how the phone light shines against it. Your eyes are still glued onto the invite. “This sounds weird. How'd it even know our information?”
“The government probably sold it to them or something,” you giggle, trying to lighten the mood.
However, with the look on Annie’s face the moment you exit the email, you know she’s taking this seriously. “I'm not joking. This is creepy.”
“Yeah, it is, but…” you shrug. “I'd honestly love to meet you in person. If they’re paying for you to come down, I’d jump on the opportunity immediately.”
“Me, too, of course.” Realizing how she sounds, Annie tries to take a step back. She desperately wants to meet you. Really wanting to see you in person and know if you’re as beautiful in person as you are on camera. She wants to breathe the same air as you for once rather than being bound by your distance. However, she doesn’t want to be the fool at the airport trying to board a flight without a plane ticket. “But I don't want this to be some scam. Let me do my own research and I’ll get back to you on it, ‘kay?”
“Of course,” you sigh, grateful she’s not putting it completely off the table. Giving her a warm smile, you’re filled with relief. “Of course.”
A yawn escapes your lips as your eyes start to droop. “It’s time for me to go to sleep,” you announce. “Whenever?”
“Whenever,” Annie agrees, bidding you a farewell as she clicks the red button and ends the call.
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Annie ended up accepting the invitation on a whim. After doing a decent amount of research and seeing that it’s legitimate, Annie read a story of two online friends who were able to meet through the Love Train. She still felt apprehensive about it, seeing that the set date for it was the last day of October. Her flight would be on the 28th, where she was expected to land on the 29th.
She had her classes to worry about, wondering what excuse she could possibly give her professors and seeing if she’d be able to complete some of the work abroad. After reading through the email once more, her mind drifted off to you. You both have been talking for over two years now. Bonding through an app designed for language learners to educate themselves from others, Annie felt connected the second you reached out to her. It was a risk taking things outside of the app.
You could’ve been a hacker, a scammer, a criminal for all she knows. However, you’ve made her feel so comfortable. There were times she would vent to you and you always made her feel heard, letting her know that you cared— truly. There were times where you both would overshare, telling things that the other recipient didn’t need to know. There was just a level of comfortability that the two of you felt with each other.
And just like trusting you, accepting this invite will be another risk she’ll be taking. If this doesn’t go well, then she’ll wait for the next opportunity. You have been saving up to visit her. It's past eleven, so it should be around six-thirty in Japan right now. Dialing your number, her anxiety is cut short by your enthusiastic tone. “I just accepted the invite! I can’t wait to finally meet you!”
Annie lets you scream on the other line, pulling the phone away from her ear as she chuckles. She figures this will all be worth it.
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Fiddling with your braids, the train station that the Love Train has set as the designated pick up spot is infiltrated with foreigners. Thus, it makes it much more difficult to spot Annie in the sea of strangers. Cursing under your breath, you’re growing frustrated because Annie texted you five minutes ago saying she arrived. “Ugh,” you huff, reaching to dial her number again.
Quickly answering your call, Annie’s spent the past three minutes watching you spin around in circles. She’s been waiting for you to call her and the fact that you’re just now doing it, makes her chuckle under her breath. “Turn around, stupid.”
“What?” you furrow your eyebrows, spinning around.
“The other way,” Annie scoffs.
Turning on your heel once more, it takes you a moment to register the face in front of you before your eyes light up. Immediately, you throw your arms open as you run to the girl, pulling her into your embrace. “Oh my gosh!” you exclaim. “Annie!”
Wrapping her arms around you, her shoulders drop as she inhales your sweet scent. The aroma of coconut and shea butter sticking to you and making her want to stick her nose in between the crevices of your neck. “And here I thought I’d be the one looking like a lost foreigner,” she whispers.
Ignoring her comment, you pull away from her with a huge smile on your face. You’re even more gorgeous than your pictures. Skin that appears golden in the flickering street lamps as the sun starts to dim, lustrous lips that are lubricated in a gloss as you cheese so brightly and eyes that sparkle as you stare right at her. You’re wearing something simple— a spaghetti-strapped yellow tank top and a pair of mom jeans, but you still managed to outshine her in her tucked in green t-shirt and shorts.
She’s reminded of the conversations the two of you would have when you were up past two in the morning. How you two would talk more than simple friends. From innocent messages of ‘I love you’ to the naughty sexting of just how she’d take care of you if you were in her bed. Yet, you two still called each other friends and ignored the thread of messages from before.
“I can’t believe that you’re right in front of me right now,” you gasp. “Like, I don’t even know what to say right now.”
“I know,” she agrees. “This feels so surreal.”
“How was the flight?” You guide Annie to an available bench. Checking the time, there’s still five more minutes until the train arrives. “Is the hotel you’re staying at nice?”
“They were surprisingly good,” Annie’s heard stories about online friends not meshing well the moment they meet each other face-to-face, but it’s like the two of you are video calling each other. Talking to you feels so natural. “I thought they’d bring me to some busted motel, but I’m getting good service. It’s really nice.”
“I’ll have to come visit you afterwards then,” you nudge her. “My apartment is small and quaint, not big enough for two.”
“I’d still love to come visit,” Annie says. “Want to see if you live in a pigsty.”
“You know I don’t,” you smirk at her jest. “I’ve shown my space plenty of times.”
“Yeah, but that could be for the cameras,” Annie continues. “Wanna see you in your natural habitat.”
Hearing the bustling of the train before you see it, the two of you reach to stand as the clock strikes 4:30 pm. As if detecting your presence, the train stops directly in front of you two. The door opens, immediately requesting the two of you to show your tickets. Simultaneously, you and Annie scroll through your emails before pulling open the digital tickets and having them scanned before boarding.
Getting on the train, you’re both taken aback to there only being two seats available. Nonetheless, you both slip into the seats with ease, letting the barrier of the table separate you two. There’s an unsettling silence shared as the doors shut as you wait for the train to depart. We are now departing.
“This is so weird,” Annie grimaces as the uneasy feeling in her chest subsides.
“It is,” you whisper, agreeing with her.
“Have you ever been on this before?” Annie asks, trying to make herself more comfortable as the two of you wait. Not knowing exactly what for though.
“No,” you shake your head. “It’s so hard to get invited, but all the ones that do all have good things to say about it.”
“Oh yeah.” It dawns on Annie that this is the Love Train. Remembering that the idea of it is to instill long-lasting romantic relationships, that the two of you were invited here. With the intention of getting together. “Wait—”
Activity one is about to begin, there’s a low screech as the speakers boom overhead, cutting off Annie before she could voice her concerns about their trip. Activity one is called Friendship Bracelets.
“Oh that’s cute,” you grin, eyes widening with excitement as you look at Annie. At the gleam in your eyes, Annie’s shoulders drop because she doesn’t want to pull it away from you with her concerns. It’ll paint her as ungrateful and make it seem like she doesn’t want to be here with you. So she keeps silent.
In the five minutes that pass, you’re both provided with the materials needed to make friendship bracelets. Measuring each other’s wrists with the string, you’re stringing beads on when you pause. “Wait, should I put ‘bestie’ or my name?”
“Your name,” Annie answers without hesitation, continuing her bracelet.
“Aw,” you grin. “So you’ll always have me on you.”
Yeah, Annie mouths, but not voicing. For most of the time, you two fall into a comfortable silence as you both focus on stringing the tiny beads together. Concentrated on the task at hand, Annie jumps when she feels your cold hand around her wrist. Pulling it away, she calms down realizing that it’s just you. “Sorry,” she mutters.
“It’s okay,” you beam. “I just wanna tie the bracelet around your wrist. That’s all.”
Mumbling out an ‘oh,’ Annie holds out her wrist. She watches you intently, how your hands loop the bracelet around and how your fingers tie the knot with precision. Snipping off the excess string, you nod with content. “I should’ve asked what colors you liked, but I thought those looked nice against you.”
You had chosen the color scheme of neutral colors— burnt orange, ivory, brown, and hints of yellow littering the bracelet. Then, your name is written on the thick, round white beads. “I remember you saying that you like neutral tones, but I feel like yellow and orange suit you very well.”
Oh, you’re so cute, Annie can’t help but coo to herself. Finishing your bracelet, she reaches for your wrist. In contrast to the colors you’ve chosen for her, she’s chosen more warm colors for you— shades more brighter. Fuschia, dusty rose, amber and orange. “Well,” she starts. “I felt like these suited your personality— very bubbly and eccentric at times. You always have a smile on your face.”
“I love it,” you scrunch your nose, letting her seal the bracelet with a knot around your wrist. “It’s so cute.”
With some time still left on the clock, the two of you spend it chatting as you both use the string left to create beaded rings. Time flies before the intercom goes off and the service bot strolls through to collect the items. You set the bowl of beads on the cart as the second activity is being explained to the two of you.
Activity Two is 21 Questions, Annie snorts at that. “I’m pretty sure we know plenty about each other.”
You gently kick at her shin, the corner of your lips turning as you mouth to her ‘sh.’ However, we will be quizzing whether or not you think you know each other as much as you believe.
“Oooh,” you taunt Annie. “That’s interesting.”
Nodding, Annie’s competitive spirit begins to spark. “Bet I know you better than you know me.”
“I doubt it,” you challenge. “I’ve got a journal dedicated to you.”
“Don’t tell me you’re obsessed with,” Annie jests. “I don’t think we need another story of Fatal Attraction.”
When the activity starts, your posture straightens as you tap your feet. Feeling the vibration of your leg grazing against hers, Annie chuckles. “Already nervous?”
“Never,” you scoff. “Just antsy to beat you.”
Question One: What’s your partner’s favorite color?
“That’s an easy one,” Annie smirks. “Pink.”
“Green,” you answer.
Both sides get a point. Question Two: What’s one of the most fun childhood memories that your partner has had?
“Um…” Annie hesitates, starting to ponder. And while you would like to boast about her not knowing this fact, you too take a while to respond as well. “Oh, that time your mom bought you tickets to see One Direction.”
Correct. Your turn Y/N. It still takes you a while to think of something, trying to rummage through the conversations that the two of you shared. There are a few moments that stick out, but you’re not sure if those were fun childhood memories for Annie.
“Looks like I’m already in the lead,” Annie bloviates. And immediately something came to mind.
“When your dad got you classes for boxing!” you shout, hand rising as if you were in class before pointing a finger at her. “You always talked about how much you loved boxing and were begging him to sign you up for lessons.”
Correct. Question Three— The two of you have fun going through the series of questions. However, just as Annie predicted, she was in the lead. However, only by two. On question eighteen, you’re preparing your mind to be ready to rack your brain. Gnawing on the inside of your cheek, your eyebrows are knitted together, desperate to dethrone Annie and break her streak of five.
Question Eighteen, the robotic voice speaks. For Y/N— taken aback, Annie frowns as she looks in your direction. Shrugging in your shared confusion, you wait for the question. —Is it true that you’ve imagined what Annie’s lips would taste like?
Heart dropping to your stomach, your immediate reaction is to deny. “What? No!”
Incorrect. Question Nineteen. For Annie— “Wait, yes! But like, uh— what kind of question is that?”
Growing flustered, you divert your attention away from Annie, who you’re sure is staring at you. Her heart’s racing at the question and your response. Seeing how you reacted, it was obvious that the answer would be yes based on how the question was asked. And her immediate worries for boarding the train slowly dissipated in the moment realizing that her fears were slowly becoming nonexistent.
Have you ever masturbated to the thought of Y/N before? Not expecting her question to be so sexual, Annie’s breath hitches as it grows immediately silent. The train’s waiting for a response, but now are you. Eyes shifting to Annie as you’re awaiting her answer as well.
“Yeah,” Annie remains stoic, concealing her nerves that are running rampant through her body.
Correct. Question Twenty: What is stopping the two of you to be together?
You’re the one to speak first, face falling. “Distance,” you simply state. And Annie agrees with you. You two both live miles away from each other. Both working students that do not have the means to move across to different worlds for each other to even try a relationship.
Have you both ever considered a long distance relationship?
“The chances of it lasting are very slim,” Annie answers this time. “We’ll only break each other’s hearts.”
You meekly nod. What about in the future? Do you think either of you are willing to move to start a life with each other?
At that, the two of you are silent. You’ve imagined living with Annie before. You know her reluctance on traveling and you never held it against her. It’s why you’re the one adamant on saving to visit her when the semester ends. After you graduate from university, you’ll have to renew your visa. As much as you love your time in Japan, you never planned on staying here forever.
“I’ve thought about it,” you speak candidly, but it’s something that both of us will have to talk more about.
Why not talk about it now? At that you can’t help but choke out a laugh. “This train is such a meddler.”
“That’s its purpose, I guess,” Annie chuckles.
“But, how’d you feel if I did move to Germany?” Weakly smiling, your heart’s pounding against your chest as you grow anxious for Annie’s opinion on the entire ordeal.
“I mean,” Annie shrugs. “I’d love it if you moved there, but I wouldn’t want you to give up your life here to live with me. It’s such an extremity. And, what if we don’t work out?”
“I’ll move back to the USA,” you say. “I’ve always had feelings for you, and to know that they’re mutual, I don’t want to regret not trying it out for you.”
“Ich werde versuchen, nicht jemand zu sein, den du bedauerst.” ³
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“Oh my gosh, Annie,” you cry, head thrown back as Annie’s got your back lying against the table and your knees pressed into the fat of your breasts. You have one hand bracing yourself, holding the table while the next is tangled into the blonde locks of the girl sitting in between your legs. Squirming in his tight hold, her fingers dig into your flesh to keep your legs planted how she wants. Slick drooling from the lips of your pretty cunt, your inner thighs are wet and sticky as it’s mixed with you and Annie’s saliva.
Her tongue dances in between your folds, humming as she bucks her hips at the sound of your voice. The way you respond to her ministrations, makes her body sing in an eagerness to please. Her hold against you tightens, pulling you closer to her as she laps up every single drop that escapes from you. How you got yourself in this predicament— in this position— you can’t remember. One moment you’re asking each other if you want to try things out and then the next your lips are on hers.
She tasted of mint and the bitterness of black coffee, nothing sweet. But it’s so like her. Detouring from your folds to the dark nub of your clit, her lips latch onto it like a thirsty mosquito. Suckling on it as she shuts her eyes and moans against you, her voice reverberating and sending vibrations through your body. She’s already managed to drag out two orgasms out of you, seeking a third from you— addicted to everything about you, including your taste.
“Please,” you moan. “‘s too much.”
“One more,” she whispers. “Just one more, for me.”
And aiming to please, you grant her wish. Pussy throbbing, your hips stutter as your mouth hangs open and dry. Pulsating violently, it takes you a while to register that the excessive gushing is coming from you. You’ve left Annie soaked in the translucent liquid of your explosive release.
Humming as you ride out your high with Annie planting sweet kisses against your thighs. “Shit, you taste so good,” she mewls, setting her hands on your hips before dragging your pliant body down for you to sit on her lap. Then, she pulls you in for another kiss, hands shoving your tank top over your breasts as she plays with them. Twiddling with your pert nipples, she rocks her hips as she sets you down against her thigh. Still clothed, Annie’s quick to have your hips buck against her, but you stop.
“I’m gonna get you all messy,” you pout, tugging on the hem of her shirt. “You’ve got too much on you.”
When you try to take off her shirt, she stops you. Pushing your hands away, she breathes out a ‘no.’ “I’m fine,” she mutters. “Want you to make me all dirty. Want everyone to see how much of a mess you’ve made once we leave.”
Before you can protest, her lips wrap around your nipple while the next hand kneads the lonely flesh. At your hesitation to grind against her— your pussy still sensitive from the overstimulation, she holds you by the waist as to egg you on. Letting your clit drag against the fabric of her shorts, you whimper as she softly bites down against your nipple. “Fuck,” you curse.
“You like that?” Annie chuckles, a pop leaving her mouth as spit dribbles down her lip. Eyebrows rising, she smirks as she goes to bite down on your breast. Your hips buck as she bites down harder and harder every time. Bite marks soon start to litter your skin as she juggles from one breast to the other. Your puffy clit’s too sensitive, pulsing as you drag your pussy and coat the denim in your mess. Hand trembling as rub circles into the bud as you feel an impending orgasm about to approach. “S-shit,” you whine. “Annie, you make me feel so good. G’na cum again.”
“Yes, please,” she moans. “Make a mess all over my thigh. Let everyone see how good I make you feel.”
From your high-pitched moans to the way you buck your hips onto her, Annie doesn’t know which one she should pay more attention to. Instead, she finds solace in a kiss. Capturing your thick lips in a seering moment of passion and intimacy, you both ignore the screeching sound of the train. Again, you’ve soiled her bottoms with your sticky mess, your essence having a potent smell that she’s quickly grown addicted to.
It isn’t until the two of you realize that the train has come to a stop that you enter back into reality— that the world isn’t revolving around the two of you at this moment.
We have arrived, the intercom speaker announces. Thank you for attending the Love Train. We’ll give you two a moment to clean up before opening the door. Have a pleasant evening!
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This time around, you drop Annie to the airport. Planting a kiss against your lips before swinging the door open to be led out the gigantic building. You help her with her carry-on. Though she doesn’t need the assistance, you don’t want to leave her just yet.
You’ve both come to the agreement that you’ll move to Germany after you graduate and your visa expires. Letting her fears go, Annie decides to take this chance with you and give it a shot. Pulling her carry-on luggage out of the trunk, you help her get checked before you’re joining her in the line for security.
“You promise you’ll wait for me?” You’ve been trying to hold it in— the tears— but now, standing here inside the airport as she’s getting closer to leaving you, it was bound to escape. “Please promise me. Again.”
And caressing your face, wiping away your tears, it feels cheesy to do this in front of others, but Annie settles her anxiety with a kiss. “I promise. I never break my promises.”
You nod, trusting her every word. “I know, I just needed to hear you say it again.”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Annie’s eyes gloss. I love you. I meant it when I said I’ll try not to be someone you regret.”
At the sound of her words, it’s become easier to handle. Shutting your eyes as she’s the next in line, you pull away. “Whenever?”
“Whenever.”
TRANSLATIONS
1: Next semester starts tomorrow and I still don't know who my Biochemistry professor is.
2: Yeah, but I don’t want to come to Germany and sound like an idiot. I’m still traumatized by the first time I tried to speak German to you.
3: I'll try not to be someone you regret.
AUTHOR'S NOTE ! honestly, between this one and osamu, they're tied to my fave for this series four-part kinktober series. hope y'all liked this, though. send me some feedback please 🥺
before reading please be advised of the following — female reader, female antomy described, reader is black coded (descriptors included), modern au/non curse au, usage of spit, titty fucking, established relationship (reader & choso are dating), this fic belonged to another character but i gave it to my pookie, enjoy !
The coolness of the silver rings that decorate his fingers touched his lips as he was in deep thought. He liked you. Correction, he was pretty sure he was in love with you. He liked the way your tongue licked the wrapping paper when you two smoked in your favorite spot after a joyride on his motorcycle. He liked how you lathered your lips in whatever lip gloss was in your miniature purse that could only fit a piece of candy and probably about two other things. He enjoyed how you talked—your voice like a sweet tune on a Sunday morning. He enjoys the sun bouncing off your brown skin, giving it a perfect glow—like a spec of gold was sprinkled on it.
Choso enjoyed how your coils fell in your face after a successful attempt at whatever hairstyle that had his oversized t-shirt you wore the night before drenched in water and hair products. He loved that you got along with his brother Yuji Itadori; former flings couldn’t tolerate the pinked-haired male. But you, you seem actually to be able to have a conversation with him—so any stamp of approval from Yuji was huge for Itadori. He can go on and on—create countless Apple notes checklists about what he liked, cherished, and loved about you. But nothing beats the one thing that had his cock twitching in anticipation.
The way you looked up at him when you were on your knees.
Your plush, plump lips are swollen from kissing. Your knees are bruised from the wooden floors below your body—Choso forgot to put a pillow down. But he was sure he’d put a bandaid and clean up the bruises late on, but right now, he wanted to focus on you. Your pretty manicured hands holding your tits tightly together with his cock wedged in between them. The lewd, wet sound of the spit he hawked down on them and the lube he found me in his nightstand was like music to his ears. His burning ears felt so hot that he could have been running a fever.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Choso whined while his hips bucked upward several times. He wanted to touch you some more badly, but if he did—he’d come so quickly.
“Like what?” You questioned as your mouth gasped open just in time for thrust forward in between your boobs and your tongue to brush against the slit on his pink-shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Being sure to let your tongue briefly brush against the silver hoop that created his Prince Albert piercing.
“Shit, I can’t wait to fuck you after this.” He grunted through broken whines as he increased the movement of his hips. He was bucking so recklessly that it was causing you to fall backward just a bit.
Your hand grasped at his toned thighs to stop him briefly, “Slow down! You’re going to make me fall.” You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and instantly his cheeks fade to a crimson color in not only humiliation but the fact that he is about to cum.
“I’m sorry. I told you to stop making that fuckin’ face, and you just do it.” Choso says, his teeth nip on his lower lip. If he could, he would bite his lip off in embarrassment.
“I can’t help it that my face makes you about to come,” You respond before you grasp at the bottle of lube that is next to your body. You opened it, lathering it between your tits, and now grasped upon them tighter. “Now, you might want to hurry before the others come over for game night.”
Shit, Choso was thinking so much with his dick that he forgot about the game night.
He didn’t respond to your words. He went back to thrusting his girthy cock in between your boobs. With each thrust, you’re trying not to let the grasp on your boobs go. With each thrust, Choso’s beautiful eyes are staring down at you and how you look.
This was the look he was talking about. The way your teeth dig into your bottom lip as if letting him titty fuck you was the most important task that you must concentrate on. Or that on some thrusts, your tits are spilling apart in one hand because you were so eager to rub at your clit through your panties—he already knew you were soaked. Chaotic sexual activities like this always had your panties soaked. So soaked that they stuck to your pussy lips briefly when he dragged them down your legs.
His finger grasped at the wooden nightstand next to his bed to gain some form of balance as his thrusting continued. His head fell back in a temporary bliss, and he could feel his cock twitch in anticipation. His thick cock being wedged between your perfectly sized tits was driving him insane. His body heat increased with seconds, and he tugged the graphic t-shirt up and brought the ends of it in between his teeth so he could get a better view.
“Continue that; I’m about to come, baby.” Choso coos softly.
He could feel his balls grow heavy, and he knew that he was about to release a heavy load. The way that you knew him, his soul, and his body so well—you knew it too. Your hands grasp tighter at your boobs, and you begin to maneuver your body to match Choso's reckless thrusting between your boobs. He lets out a dragged-out slur of your name before he's a coming mess.
Thick ropes of cum shoot out the tip of his cock, similar to water squirting out of a water gun. His hand gripped his cock as he angles himself to paint his canvas. You, his stunning girlfriend. You wait patiently—no desperately for his cum. His cum that he lets shoots all over your pretty face. His cum that drips down on your perky tits—just adding on to the mess that decorates your chest.
The sight of his white-shaded cum imprinting your face probably became his favorite look. Especially seeing the sight of you letting your tongue drag alongside your lips to collect the liquor that splattered on your lips.
Maybe the game night for tonight can be postponed.
୨୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, 9some, groupsex, gangbang, saliva waste, nipple play, food play( whip cream), pet names( Angel, pretty baby, bunny, strawberry, etc.), bodily fluids( squirting, cum, bukkake), Halloween costume party( Geto and Gojo as König and Simon, Hiromi as a priest, Nanami as Patrick Bateman( not his idea), shiu and Toji as ghost face and Jason, Choso as Garu from Pucca, Atsuya as a sexy security guard, and finally you as playboy bunny with a sprinkle), anal play, tit job, foot job( unexpected or expected character), calve job( I don’t think that’s what it’s called), dirty talking, degradation and praise kink, daddy kink, again BUKKAKE, Nanami strokes Shiu’s dick while it’s in your throat( using you throat in a jerking motion basically), reader is hella flirty, jealous! Geto, cuck!geto, fingering, pussy eating, porn with plot( a little), p in v, let me know if I missed anything! Wc: 10k
Minors do not interact, 18+
ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Happy Halloween everyone, I was procrastinating on finishing this, but I had no choice since I know multiple people are here for either the aot vets or the last one. Therefore, to those that have waited, I give my love and candy to you all for your patience and I hope you like it <333. Also, this is my first gangbang/group sec fic in a minute, so bare with me!! Some of these may be ooc( this is your final warning before you click continue to read) and as always welcome to Day 6 of my kinktober and the last day of kinktober. After this, we’re on to no nut November!!!
Halloween parties are filled with people finally getting the chance to show how slutty they can be. You loved Halloween so much, one of your favorite holidays. Halloween is the night of parties and horror mixed in one. October 31st is also the one night you experienced something you never thought you would agree to or be a part of. Something spectacular. Extraordinary. Extravagant. And most of all, sexy.
You were putting on your dark and light pink eyeshadow when Geto walked in your room with his costume and bags of candy he was going to sit out in the bowl for little kids to take, your idea since he hates being around a lot of people in general. You didn’t know what made you an exception, but you’re glad for it. The temple kisses he gives you everytime he sees you ensures your thoughts.
Geto walked to you and kissed your forehead from behind, sequentially spitting out your contour, “ fuck babe, you gotta let me know when you didn’t finish your makeup look, now all I could taste is that stuff you use.” His eyes were scrunched closed and his head was tilted to the side as he wiped his lips off with the back of his sweater. He looked so funny in the mirror that you couldn’t help but to laugh.
Your laughter calmed down, “ Sorry, Honey didn’t expect you to still kiss me while I’m doing my makeup, anyways what’s in that bag?”
Geto opened the bag and took out the costume in his hand, “ Got it just for you, like you asked.”
Gojo suddenly popped up behind him, “ With the courtesy of my help, of course.” Gojo pointed to his costume afterwards with a huge smile on his face, “ Guess who I am…” Satoru had on a white skull face mask on top of his white fluffy hair with green-army cargo pants and black combat boots to match. The black bulletproof vest hid his nipples well since he was shirtless. His green headphones sat on his neck as he smiled at you. Your vision of him dressing as Simon from COD came to life. You asked them to dress up this Halloween, so you wouldn’t be the only one dressing up tonight.
You couldn’t even get an answer out because of Geto rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, “ She knows already, dumbass. She’s the one who assigned these little costumes to all of us, did you forget already satoru?… nevermind don’t answer just get out so we can get dressed for this shit of a party.”
You laughed at Gojo whining about Geto being a hard ass and how he needs to lighten up on this special holiday. A holiday most don’t even consider to be a holiday. You started to blend in your makeup with your cheetah print robe on. Your Halloween costume was under the robe, so you really just had to wait for Geto to get dressed— luckily he showered before he left the house. Now you wait for him.
You heard him shuffling and moving on his side of the room away from the mirror. After the blending, you finished off the rest and lined your lips up prior to spraying on the setting spray.
You then got up and pulled out your pretty pink open toe platform heels. Slipping your feet into them— the robe following after revealing your custom made bunny costume with rhinestones on the edges and inner bunny ears. The vintage bunny costume was something you never saw yourself wearing until now. Such a beauty, thanks to the creator of them: Zelda Wynn Valdes, a black woman. Gotta love that for you.
Geto came out of the bathroom after brushing his hair in place, his long black hair flowing behind him with no shirt on and green cargo pants on. He put on a vest after, keeping it open for the cherry on top: black combat boots and a könig mask on top of his head. His pretty face was still visible for you and that’s enough.
You smiled at him and walked up to him with your tits jiggling with every step you took towards your man, “ You look so fucking good, but that’s not his full attire babe.”
He knew you were teasing him, so he smiled at you, “ And you look very, very delicious, can't wait to devour you tonight. Now give me a kiss, my pretty bunny.”
You almost squealed at his nickname but composed yourself when you heard a honk of a horn downstairs with a yell following afterward, “ Come on, love birds. Gotta party to get to and some ladies to meet!” Gojo only knew you two were ready because of Geto sending him a text telling him you two would be down stairs in two minutes once he was through getting dressed.
You sighed and grabbed your pink fur coat to wear over your outfit; about to put it on until Geto stopped you, “ Let everyone see what they can’t have. Want to show you off. Want you to show off” Your glossy lips stretched into a smile and you kissed him on his cheek letting the glossy lip print add to his look.
Suguru held up a white, short see-through robe with pink fur on the outline of it, the one you were supposed to wear with this costume, “ wear this one instead.”
You smiled and turned around so he could slip it on you. He then fixed your hair prior to grabbing your clutch— handing it to you. He watched you walk out with your heels clicking on the floor with every step you took. Geto was so lost in the way your legs looked in the white panty hose you wore with little rhinestones all over it. And your ass. Your ass looked so cute and plump with the bunny tail on the back of it. He was fucking lucky to have you. You may think tonight is everyone’s night, but Geto disagrees because tonight is all about you.
The transition to the house was fun, mainly because of Suguru playfully arguing with Satoru about any and everything. Their friendship was beautiful to you, so you just sat back in your seat and looked out the window. And because of that you didn’t notice either of them staring at you through the side of their eyes or in the rear view mirror.
Soon you three made your way into the club and looked around at everyone. You noticed people wearing all types of costumes: bananas, Frankenstein, cat suits, cheetah suits, bunny suits, playboy costumes like you, school girls, sailor men, sailor moon costumes, superheroes, manga villains, and etc. costumes. Wow they really went all out for this costume party satoru organized. Yes he showed up late to his own party at the big club you three were walking through now.
Geto held your hand as he brought you to the table a big group were at, one of them was a woman, your friend: Shoko. You slid into the booth beside her and hugged her.
“ You look so gorgeous, {reader}! Got questions for you, pretty girl. The first question is how did you get everyone to join in your get up with the costumes? I’ve tried since we were in college.”, Shoko yells over the loud music as she pours you a shot of rum to get your blood flowing for tonight.
You smiled at her, grabbing the shot glass in your pretty manicured hand, “ Can’t say, it’s a secret.”
Utahime heard you— now sitting next to Shoko on the other side of her— speaking up, “ what’s the secret of getting these knuckleheads besides Nanami and Hiromi to listen?”
Shoko looked over at the men, mostly Geto, Toji, and Gojo trying to get Nanami and Choso to drink. You chuckled at Choso pigtails and costume all together, he really dressed up as Garu from Pucca like you asked him. You then traveled your eyes to Nanami and shook your head letting out a little laugh, he was supposed to be Patrick Bateman but he just did his regular attire with a red dress shirt and zebra print tie. He didn’t even try, yet he still looked good.
You then turn your head to Utahime and smirked, “ They just do. Guys I don’t really control these men, they just do what I ask. Strangely without any objections.” Shoko and Utahime faces formed into tiny o’s of shock.
Shoko downed her drink- scrunching up her face afterwards. You laughed and downed your shot doing the same thing. Man, rum is not your kind of drink, where’s the { favorite drink} at.
“ You got all of them wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours, I think I know why. Your aura tells me why.”, Meimei said standing at the end of the table with her braid in front of her face, she was cat woman. Shoko was a sexy devil and Utahime was a pure Angel.
Your eyes rolled at her presence since you didn’t like the actions she did. And she did a lot of them. Other than that, you can’t be a hater, so you say she looks good to which she just smiled at you and spoke to Shoko.
Shoko had a cigarette hanging off her mouth as she spoke to Mei mei, “ What do you know? Spill because there has to be some answer to how they all dressed up this year.”
You tuned them out as you eyed Shiu, who was dressed as ghost face from scream, from across the big space you all were stationed at in the V.I.P. Session. The mask on his head was positioned to the side of his face, he had small leaks of blood on his mask, face, and neck— you couldn’t tell if it was real blood or fake blood, knowing him he never got his hands dirty so it may be fake. As he was eyeing you, you noticed his rings on his hand illuminated from the disco ball light on the ceiling.
He was staring into your eyes as he took a long drag out his cigarette, the burn in his lungs wasn’t even bothering him as he kept his eyes and mind filled with you as the vision, besides he was used to the feeling. He has wanted you since he got introduced to you. He and Toji talked about you in more ways you couldn’t even imagine. You were a cutie to him and he wanted to feel your thick thighs clenching onto his head as he teased your pussy throughout day and night. “Geto don’t know how to handle a woman like that” was Toji saying to him whenever they talked about you in almost all of their conversations with just the two of them and he agreed with Toji everytime.
You broke eye contact when Geto came into his view, bending down to give you a kiss on your lips in front of everyone without a care in the world. He meant it when he wanted to show you off tonight. This was only the beginning though.
You broke the kiss and tilted your head at him in wonder of why he did that so abruptly. He suddenly grabbed your hand and walked you to the bar to get another drink, “ Are you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?”
You didn’t know why he asked that question since you both got here 25 minutes ago. His question had a tone you couldn’t comprehend especially when you’re beginning to feel a little dazed. You were a fucking lightweight when it came to drinking and hated it because your fun would have to end early every single time. Too afraid to go past your limit in fear of acting too out of character.
“ Sugu, what’s wrong? Why are you asking me that?”, you asked prior to taking two shots. He took two shots as well and let out a noise following the second one, kinda like a loud grunt.
“ You know why? Want to make sure you are alright because I didn’t like the way you two held eye contact with each other and thought he made you uncomfortable. Did he?”, Geto asks referring to Shiu eye-fucking you.
You laughed at how serious he sounded without meaning to, “ Honey, you’re jealousy is screaming right now.” You laughed again after that statement and grabbed his hand that was placed on the bar, “ You, mister, have nothing to worry about. He’s not the one I want. I want y-”
Geto turned to you with an expression you couldn’t figure out, “ do you think I haven’t noticed the exchanges you’ve had with everyone over these past couple of months. The hand touching with Satoru, flirting with Choso and touching his hair whenever he lets you.” He turned his body fully to you and opened his legs to pull you in between them by your robe, “ the eye fucking with Shiu, bantering with Toji over stupid and small things, the doe eyes of seduction at Nanami whenever he spoke to you, the batting eyelashes at Hiromi, and finally the giggles with Atsuya. Let’s not forget to mention the arguing with Naoya, teasing with Ijichi, and the explanations of lust with Kashimo.”
As he named all of them he continued with descriptions of you giving slow blinks to Shoko and the seductive smiles at Utahime. What a little sly fox you were. He leaned closer to your ear to whisper, “ what a little slut I’ve got on my hands, am I right? A slut who needs to be torn apart. Let me tear you apart by fucking you in the VIP rooms no one is allowed in. Let us tear you apart.”
You gulped and stared at him, music blocking out and you were now just staring into his chocolate brown eyes. Geto hands found their way up your body, tracing over the curves, humps, or rolls on your body making his way to your tits to enclose his hands, well try to enclose his hand around them.
Your mouth kept closing and opening like a fish— mind was gone. Too gone that you didn’t feel a presence behind you as you kept staring at Geto eyes. Geto started to play with your star-shaped diamond necklace in between your breasts, “ All you have to do is say the word and I could have this organized, darling. Your word against mine. Tonight is all about you.”
You gather up some spit from your dried up throat and slowly nod your head. Geto looked behind your shoulders and signaled Gojo to wrap his new black blindfold over your eyes. You were about to panic until you felt lips on your lips and then Geto’s voice followed afterwards, “ Relax, my pretty Angel. Grab my hand and let me guide you.”
You felt him grab your left hand and then felt him, no… someone else grabbed your right hand causing you to slightly jerk away. Gojo almost burst out laughing at the way you scooted closer to Geto in fear of another person grabbing your hand.
Geto squeezed your hand in reassurance, “ Trust me, darling.” You nodded and reached your hand out in front of you thinking that the person was in front of you now. Gojo was in front of you but was still beside you, so he grabbed your hand into his big, calloused hand. You tried to guess who hand you were holding the entire time you were guided in between Suguru and Satoru, gaining looks from curious and judging people around you all. It looked so suspicious and eye-catching from the bystanders point of view, Suguru thought you were lucky because you couldn’t see the people staring at them.
They were glad they made it to the room with multiple footsteps following behind. You couldn’t hear them because of the music still blaring loudly in the background because of the door being open. Soon, you heard the door shut and felt the robe on your body get taken off you. The sharp gasps and inhales were heard before you and you wanted to take off the semi-tight blind fold to see where the noises came from. The silence was awkward yet it intrigued you.
You gasp when you feel a rough, thick fingers being wrapped around your chest area and a voice following, “ You’re shaking pretty baby” That voice belongs to Gojo Satoru, the man you and Geto admired. Chuckles were heard around you and it was driving you crazy that you couldn’t figure out who was in this room with you.
“ Scared? Don’t be, doll.”, Toji's voice was heard from the right side of you, it sounded like he was a few feet away from you.
“ I don’t think you saying that is helping, let me.”, Nanami says, coming up behind you. You tried to turn your head to him as if you could look at him through the blindfold.
This action made Suguru grip on your jaw tightened, “ Keep your eyes forward, darling.”
Atsuya was next to talk as he sat on the arm of the couch with a cigarette in his mouth, “ Yeah it’s not like you could see anyways so keep ya pretty head forward, will ya?” You were about to respond to him until you felt your body begin to get tighter around your arms that was stuck to your side by this thing wrapped around you. It was a rope most likely especially from the way it felt against your body. They finished tying you up and you only knew because of the taps they each gave you in your thighs. Your boobs were pushed up even more and your stomach enhanced even more from the way Suguru and Satoru tied up the top half of your body.
You soon felt a hand trace over the rough rope wrapped around your body causing your breath to get caught up in your throat. Nanami stood behind you with his body pressed into your back and his print on your bunny tail, heavy and thick. His lips touched the shell of your ear and your body was now visibly shaking before him, “ feel that? Feel our bodies touching… so warm together, now think of something warm. What makes you feel warm? Summer, bodies sitting next to each other, laying on top of each other, or a warm day in winter? Tell me, cupcake.”
Nanami then grabbed your tummy that was hidden by the vintage bunny suit you still had on, pulling your body further into him— giving you a hint towards your answer. You cleared your throat and answered his questions, “ Bodies next or on top of each other makes me warm, why?”
Nanami smiled at you and took off his jacket from behind you as Geto still stood in front of you admiring you from head to toe. He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversations, hell majority of them weren't due to how amazing your body looked in shibari ropes.
“ Easing your mind, my little cupcake. It worked because you’re not shaking anymore. Nervous anymore. Most of all..”, Nanami says, trailing off with a kiss to your ear lobe.
Hiromi chimed in on the side of you and Nanami, further away from you two though, “ You’re comfortable with us now. Not a timid little girl in front of the pack of wolves anymore. Now let us take care of you.”
You finally let your head fall back onto Nanami’s shoulder as he traced little circles on the side of your thighs as he looked at Geto with a knowledgeable look. Geto and Gojo helped you out of your heels, putting them to the side. Your feet felt so cold through your panty hose you had on. Your feet were swept off the floor as Nanami walked you to the couch in his arms. His arms felt so huge around your stomach, you wanted to feel them but couldn’t because of your hands being tied to your sides.
He turned you around to him before gently sitting you on the couch in view of every man in this room with you. You were the star of the show and the apple of everyone’s eye. They watched your chest rise up and down, slow and erotically. Your lips were plumped and looked ready to accept any cock.
Geto smirked at his beautiful piece of art he managed to get in his arms, “ She’s all yours.” He was talking to everyone in that room and everyone knew he was serious about this. He was treating you like he was pimping you out and somehow it turned you on even more. He was letting other men use his woman in front of him. God, he was so perfect for you because this was your darkest desire for a minute.
Only part you worried about is if he’s going to look at you like you’re his treasure after tonight. Stupid mind of yours because of course he’s gonna still be in love with you after all, this was his idea from the start.
Toji was the first one up with his Jason mask on his head like a hat, “ Gonna need your warm mouth to warm me up like the good little slut Geto gloats about. You can do that right?” His boots were placed on the sides of your body and his crotch was in your face. Boots creasing into the luxurious, leather couch with no care in the world. He needed your mouth wrapped around his cock.
You could feel multiple eyes on you as you heard a zipper being unzipped and a hard object hitting the top of your head. You gasped as Toji laughed at your scrunched up eyebrows as a reaction to hit cock lying on your head, hard and ready to be sucked.
Everyone was indeed staring at you but somehow his gaze was more crucial than the rest. He pushed your head back so it’s against the couch, “ Open wide for me, doll.” You opened your mouth in a beautiful little o making him smirk,“ Now suck my dick like a good little dolly and I may reward you.” You tried to move your head forward to grab his dick in between your needy lips but it’s like he wasn’t near you.
Toji was playing a game with you as he moved back when your mouth neared the head of his cock. He darkly chuckled at your pathetic attempt to get him inside of your mouth again. Toji put two hands on the couch behind your head and leaned his hips back when you almost caught his tip inside of your mouth, “ Such a needy little whore. You want my cock that bad.”
You wanted to cry so bad because your pussy was beginning to ache because of his words and teasing actions, let alone the feeling of being watched. It was all too much for you that you were starting to get irritated and most of them could see it.
Choso came forward with the lingering of your temptations all around him, guiding him to get on his knees in front of your body squirming in frustration because Toji was still playing his little game with you. You stop moving and squirming when you feel big hands closing on your thighs as they pried them open.
You stupidly looked down and your hair got yanked back as a result of your curiosity with a dick pushed deep into your throat in sequence and consequence. Toji’s cock created a bulge in your throat— you tried to catch your breath but couldn’t because you soon felt the opening of your costume and panty hose be ripped open letting the fresh air hit your glistening pussy.
“ Fucking vixen you are, a commando slut. Hurry up, Choso I want a turn.”, You heard Shiu say in a low, gruff voice. You automatically knew he was either jerking off or just really thirsty for you. Meanwhile, Toji was fucking your face with neediness and dominance in one.
“ Fuck, your fuc-hahh.”, Toji moaned as your jaw locked in on him like he was in a Venus fly trap. Your hollow cheeks looked so pretty in his view, if only everyone could see how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth.
Toji pulled out of your mouth just in time for Choso to spit on your pussy— marking himself on your body. Choso spit felt so warm on your cold pussy. Your pussy was cold from the air, which made you clench onto air. Choso used two fingers to spread your pussy apart, his thick and pierced tongue licked a stripe of your pussy causing you to moan.
All of them grunted, moaned, or cursed from hearing your moan.
You whimpered, “ Please— fuck my face.” Your whimpered out words were heard around the room and Toji definitely took that into consideration, so he pressed your head back into the couch and snapped his hips into your face, balls slapping your chin as he started to fuck your face with no mercy for your throat.
The sounds of balls slapping a wet chin along with gags and gargles filled the room. Toji's eyes were rolled to the back of his head as his dick moved in and out of your smooth, wet mouth faster. Spit bubbles were starting to form on his cock due to the gargles you were producing from trying to moan at the feeling of Choso’s tongue ring twirling around your clit.
“ Choso, do take in mind that my Angel likes her pussy to be eaten messily. She’s such a whore like that so whenever someone doesn’t eat her out messily, she gets whiny and starts to squirm like she’s trying to do right now.”, Geto pointed to her when Choso stopped what he was doing to look at him. Choso looked back at your body. You looked like an actual whore squirming around with your clothes torn and spit dripping down your body from your mouth getting fucked.
Choso nodded and wrapped his hands around your thighs, well trying to fit his hand around them. He moved closer to your wet pussy and smirked to himself. He thought she was really pretty. Your pussy is like a piece of candy he saw at the top shelf of the candy store, pricey with pretty packaging now he gets to taste it. Your vision was starting to go black from how hard Toji was hitting the back of your throat and you were close to falling into conscious, but Choso’s face in your cunt woke you out of slipping into unconsciousness. Your gags were getting louder because of Choso flicking his tongue over your clit. The motion of his tongue was what you needed.
You tried to reach for his hair but the rope and Toji’s thrust was stopping you from doing anything, so all you could do is close your thighs around his head, eventually taking Choso to heaven because he dreamed of this and so has Shiu who was watching closely.
Gojo was palming himself inside of his camouflage pants letting out little whimpers here and there at you being used by two men. Nanami sat with his hands on his face, leaning over with his elbows on both of his knees watching the show in front of him. His hard on was pumping and was starting to hurt, but he can wait his turn. Hiromi, however, could not wait and neither could Atsuya. They needed to feel your hands on them some way or get their hands on you, doesn’t matter.
Geto was too busy setting up the camera on his camera to take care of his hard on inside of his green pants. He tried too hard to ignore the sounds of your gags and moans as they both took care of you.
Toji thrusted into your mouth two more times before pulling out— a string of saliva was dispersing off his cock from how much saliva you had in your warm toaster of a mouth. Toji was holding his wet cock in his hand in order to stop himself from cumming inside of your mouth and wasting his opportunity of cumming anywhere else on your body. Toji then gathered the spit lathered on his cock up into his hand just to smear it on and around your lips making you even more messier.
Your licked around your lips to taste what he put on your lips, your moans followed loudly with clarity to the men in the room. You were desperately moving your body up and down Choso’s thick tongue inside of your pussy like a dick fucking into you. His slurping sounds were loud and the spit forming all over your pussy and his face was turning you and him on a lot more now. Choso let go of one of your thighs to palm his bulge inside of his pants, he needed to be inside of you.
The curl of his tongue inside of you was enough for you to lift the upper half of your body off the couch with desperate whines following, “ Fuck meeee, I need more. Mmmphh!” You couldn’t believe how whiny you were sounding but when you have a fat tongue inside of your pussy and a silver ball attached to it, anything can happen.
Choso did one more circle of his tongue around the insides of your pussy before dragging his tongue up your pussy to your clit, sucking on it with loud noises following. His moans on your pussy as he ate you out were so pretty to you and you were close.
He knew you were because of how your body started shaking and your hips dragging up and down more desperately. Choso moved a little to let Shiu hurry and take his place once he moved.
Choso sucked on your clit one last time causing you to moan loudly at the abuse he was doing to your clit.
You felt his mouth detach from your clit and felt another person's mouth on your pussy. His tongue was more rough and sloppy than Choso’s, way more sloppy. You tried to sit up, yet the person didn’t let you because he held your stomach down with one hand whilst his other hand moved to the opening of your pussy. His fingers pushed inside of you causing you to open your mouth letting out a moan so pretty that Geto was glad he caught it on camera so he could jerk off to it later.
While Shiu was devouring your pussy with his long tongue and thick lips, you felt two other presences on the side of you. They both helped pull down the top of your costume just below your tits. Nanami eyed your tits with lust, lust that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was a preserved man and didn’t focus on getting his dick wet like the rest of these men. So it was only you that was on his mind, in his view, everything. He now understood why Geto was obsessed with you when he looked back up at your face. Face of an Angel being pleasured by demons of lust.
He watched the way your throat moved when you let out little whimpers and moans at Shiu eating your pussy like a starved man. He loved hearing you moan out names too, one day he’ll get you to moan his name all night long if Geto lets him have you.
Meanwhile, Hiromi loved the sight of your tits and needed to see them with whip cream on them, so he grabbed some out of the little frigerator on the far side of the room. Geto was a genius for this one little thing. Hiromi came back and sprayed some whip cream on your right tit causing you to whimper at the coldness of the cream. Hiromi threw the can behind him and licked off all the whip cream off your tit, cleaning up every last bit of it before sucking on it. For someone dressing up as a priest, he sure is acting in sin right now.
Nanami could hear the sucking sounds coming from Hiromi on the other side of him and the slurping from Shiu down below. It was only right he joined and he did by taking your other nipple in his mouth. Nanami’s mouth was attached to your pretty nipples and his tongue was swirling around your nipples as his mouth was attached, adding on to the pleasure you were receiving.
Your head was thrown back on the couch, you were feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and needed to touch any of the three men attacking your body with their lips, “ mmmph, this fe-eels sooo good.”
Hiromi loved the sound of your voice crying out in pleasure. He wished he could capture the way your face transforms with different expressions especially when he grazed your nipples with his teeth on purpose. Your boob felt so heavy in his hand and he was in love with them. Wanted to suffocate in them if he got the chance. Hiromi’s hand traveled down to your stomach, squeezing it causing you to gasp.
The feeling of being squeezed, licked, and sucked on by all three men was beginning to stimulate you. As soon as Shiu warm, wet mouth planted itself on your clit with his tongue spelling something you couldn’t even comprehend because your mind was too stimulated, your head crashed into the couch again and your body thrashed around in desperation to get away.
Your moans were soon captured with Gojo’s lips as he kissed you whilst leaning over the couch to capture your lips in an upside down kiss.
“ atta girl! she’s a fucking squirter. I called it.”, Toji says like a proud scientist presenting his latest discovery. He was sitting on the couch before you four and watched as Shiu tried to capture all of your squirt in his mouth.
Geto rolled his eyes at Atsuya pulling out a 20 dollar bill to give to Toji.
Atsuya scoffed as he saw Toji hand in a gimme motion, “ You’re lucky this time. Don’t forget that you still owe me 10 dollars because of her costume choice.”
The slurping and muffled screams stopped as you came down from your high. As Atsuya was giving over his 20 dollars, Shiu was detaching his lips from your jumping clit. He smirked at your pussy crying for him, “ You did so well, bunny. Such a pretty pussy you have.”
You whimpered as Gojo tongue explored your mouth, sloppily licking around your mouth with his tongue. He wanted more of you, needed more. Nanami and Hiromi both let go of your nipples with a string of saliva left behind as they released your nipples out of their wet mouths.
Surprisingly your nipples were still hard but this time covered with saliva. Their saliva. They couldn’t wait to fuck you like their little slut. There’s a reason why these two men are preserved and to look like they’re stressed out all the time. They don’t release their frustration anywhere, so tonight’s the night they will. All thanks to you.
Gojo planted one last kiss on your plump and bruised lips. Bruised from his kissing is the best kind. He was magnificent at kissing, sloppy but beautiful. Everyone started to back up as Geto came forward with a smirk on his face as he watched your body move up and down. You were helplessly tied up right now and he knew you liked it that way. Too bad it’s gonna end right now.
He took off the ropes after a few twists and pulls. Once you felt the ropes come off your body, you felt sad and relieved. Following after was the blindfold on your eyes. As soon as they came off, your eyes squinted because of the light above you. Once you regained your vision back, your eyes moved to in front of you and you shyly looked down again. You couldn’t help but to do that because having this many sexy men in the room with you was too much.
Geto footsteps were heard as he walked around the couch in the back of you. He chuckled, pulling your chin up to face the men who looked at you like you were a little red riding hood and they were the wolves waiting for your next move.
“ Come on, Angel. Don’t get shy now. Actually, when have you ever got shy, is this because these are the men you’ve been slutting yourself out to even when I’m standing right there with you?”, Geto asked from above you since he was still standing behind you but now leaning down a little to stare at your head and face.
Your lips puckered and your right leg started to shake up and down, this time Choso took note of this because he knows how it feels to be nervous. So he insists, “ Suguru maybe blind fold her again, she’s too sh—”
Geto shook his head, “ No, she’s just fine. She isn’t shaking because of anxiety Choso, nooo. She’s shaking her leg in impatience. She’s a sly fox who gets everyone to believe she’s shy, innocent, and so forth but nooo she’s a dirty slut on the inside and now on the outside. Show them how much of a devilish whore you can be, Angel.”
It's like something in you snapped when he pointed that out, like he put a battery in your back to energize you up. You opened up your mouth to speak, “ I want all of you, right here and now. Fuck me.”
Those words set fire to all the men around you. Men in different costumes: ghost face, Simon ‘ghost’, könig, Jason, a priest, a supposed Patrick Bateman, Garu, and a security guard. All for you.
Toji came over to lift you up and you gladly wrapped your legs around him, “ fuck, doll. Your pussy caused that, look down.” You looked to the side and down at the big wet stain on the couch with a smile on your face. Toji kissed your neck as he still held you up in his arms not caring how much you weighed, “ Thank you for proving that asshole wrong now lemme give you my award.”
Toji walked backwards to the couch opposite of the one you were on and landed on the couch with you on top of him. Your bare pussy was on top of his pants that had the zipper open. Toji couldn’t wait to be inside of you so he took out his hard cock and you lifted up to sink right back down taking half of him inside before stopping when you couldn’t take anymore, “ Mmmm, I can’t take anymore, Toji. Let me ride like this.”
Toji's eyes narrowed, “ You think you got the upper hand here?” He smacked your ass right as Gojo chuckled from behind you, “ I think she thinks she has the upper hand, how foolish of you, pretty baby.”
Gojo’s big hands came down on your shoulders and Toji’s big hands enclosed themselves on your love handles with some of your tummy spilling over his hand. They both helped you take all of Toji’s cock watching as you whimpered at the feeling of being stuffed full in your pussy.
Toji’s groan was ruff but pretty, “ just like that, now you’re full of me, hope you enjoyed the last of your breath because it’s about to be taken in three, two, on-”
Your head suddenly got dragged to the side of Toji’s head to Shiu’s cock. Shiu’s cock smelled so good and looked like he tasted so good. You wanted him in your mouth so bad. In the back of your mind, you were honestly surprised that a man besides Suguru dick smelled good and natural.
Your mouth watered and just as it did he shoved you down on his cock with a loud guck sound following. He was about to brutally fuck your throat and you were gonna love every second of it. Meanwhile, Toji was slowly moving inside of you, teasing your pretty cunt. A cunt that was sucking his dick in. “ Such a tight, needy cumt you have”.
“ Hey, Suguru, pass the lube over here. Need to prep her before she takes it up the ass like a good girl right?” The way he stretched the “right” sent your pussy fluttering around Toji’s cock. Your eyes widened when you felt the rest of your panty hose from behind get ripped by Gojo’s hand.
Shui’s head was thrown back as you gagged on his cock eagerly, “ She takes cock like a pro, fuck ye-uughhh.” He was an undercover moaner, perfect for you as you slurped on his cock.
Gojo slapped your ass prior to dripping the lube he got from Suguru on your other hole. The cold liquid felt so good dripping down your hole and soon his finger rubbing in circles felt the same way. Nanami couldn’t wait any longer and neither could Kukasabe, so they both dropped their pants to get handjobs from you. You took Nanami’s cock in your hand as he stood next to Shiu whose head was thrown back in bliss.
Your head started to bob up and down even faster and once you started to move your head in a circular motion, Shiu was done for. Nanami looked over at him and chuckled at how his eyes crossed from the head you were giving to him. His chuckling stopped when your hand started to tighten on his cock as you stroked him up and down.
Atsuya guided your other hand to his cock, you so eagerly took in your hand— stroking him at the same pace you were stroking Nanami. Both of their heads flew back as they let out low groans or moans at the way your hand was working their cocks.
Gojo was focused on the way your hole took in his finger as your loud moans were vibrating off Shiu’s cock. “ Such a cute little hole, you’re telling me you’ve been keeping this all to yourself Suguru.”
Choso hissed as he stroked his cock to the scene in front of him. You were being used and it was only going to get better from here.
Geto shrugged his shoulders and Hiromi scoffed, “ a selfish man indeed.”
“ oh shut up, you would keep her to yourself as well if she looked how my Angel looks.”, Geto throws out while you were getting your pussy spilt open and fucked perfectly. Gojo needed to get a fill of your pussy and ass, in response he slid his finger in and out your ass opening it up for him. Once he saw you relax, he unzipped his zipper and pulled his dick out to lay it against your ass.
Nanami started to fuck into your hand and Gojo saw and wanted to poke fun at the man like he always do, “ Her hand must feel good to have someone like you fuck it. Her pretty fingers are getting you off aren’t they? How long has it b-”
“ Shut the hell up, I don’t need to hear your voice when all we should be- aahhh- hearing her moans. Let the lady get her spotlight.”, Nanami speaks out as he suppressed his moans when your hand started to twist around his cock.
Gojo threw his hands up as the rest of the men chuckled, “ you’ll hear her moaning in a moment, Nanami.” Gojo pushed his thick cock into your pussy cussing you to release Shiu’s cock from your mouth letting out a loud moan. Gojo looked up at Nanami with a smug look, “Like right now”.
“ Aughh- aaahhh it hurts. It hurts.”, you moaned in pain. Gojo kissed the back of your shoulder while Toji licked your chest as he stilled for a moment to let you and Gojo adjust.”
“ Shhh I know, I know. I can stop if you want, say the word and you got it, strawberry pearl.”, Gojo whispered in your ear as he dick now pulsed inside of you.
Your teeth bit your bottom lip in reaction to both dicks being inside of you. You wanted to cominute so you didn’t say anything, just wiggled to get more of him inside. Gojo smiled and started to move inside of you slowly. Toji smacked your ass, “ Hold still f’us doll. Need to get all the way Inside.” You did as he said and moaned at how they both rubbed your insides just right. You felt like you could feel every vein on their dicks.
Shiu shoved your head back on his cock, holding onto your head as he fucked into your mouth, hard and fast. Your arms were starting to get tired so Nanami helped guide your hand up and down his length as he thrusted in and out of your hand at a fast pace. As opposed to Atsuya who just sat back and let you do all the work, such a gentleman.
Toji waited until Gojo was all the way in before he gave him a head nod. Gojo held onto your love handles or hips tightly digging his nails into you as he started to pound inside of you. As he moved in, Toji moved out and this repeated. Both snapping their hips into you almost tearing you apart and surprisingly, it's like you wanted them to do it too.
“ Atta girl, mouth full of cock just like your pussy.”, Gojo taunts as he shrugged off his vest leaving him in only his green camouflage pants and boots. He fucked you with his Simon mask on his head. You wished he had it on his face.
“ Can’t wait to gape her pretty little ass like the slutty little doll she is told to be. Such a pretty slut taking our cocks like this.”, Toji says with a grunt at the end when you start to tighten with both of them inside of you—pushing their cocks together like two thick sticks laying on top of each other because of the rainstorm.
Your throat felt like it was being poked fast everytime Shiu snapped his hips into you. Nanami started to jerk your throat with his large hand that had his watch on his wrist. Shiu almost felt like he was going to pass out if Nanami did it even faster. Fuck this was so unexpected and hot. “ Shit. Shit. Shit. If you both keep fucking, aahh.” Nanami didn’t know what came over him when he did that. He just saw the bulge in your throat and wanted to touch it. If Shiu can get a bulge in your throat then he damn sure can as well, maybe even longer than his.
You felt liquid squirt on your hand from the left side of you. Atsuya couldn’t take seeing you do to work on everyone’s cocks like a pornstar he was obsessed with. He came before everyone and knew he was gonna be the laughing stock of the future get togethers they have but if cumming in your hand was the price then he’ll gladly let them laugh it up, “ Fuck sweetheart, such a good little hand you have there.”
Your mouth was getting tired and so was your hands. Nanami felt it so he snatched his cock out of your hands at the same time as Shiu snatched his cock out of your mouth with a loud gasp from you.
Nanami held your hair up balled into a ponytail to admire your face and Shiu let out a deep breath wiping the spit off your mouth just to put it back into your open mouth.
“ So fucking pretty”., Shiu exclaims.
“ Yeah she’s very beautiful in this view”., Nanami agrees.
Your eyes were beginning to water from Toji and Gojo fucking into you, “ mmhhh, it feels soooo good. I don’t think I can tak— oohhhh.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when they both swirled their hips as they pounded inside of your sloppy cunt. You let go just then the and there by squirting on both of their dicks causing both to pull out just enough to let it all out.
“ Damn, her pussy is too fucking perfect. She squirting on me so prettily, should’ve made the bet with you, old man.”, Gojo moans as he moves in and out of your squirting pussy.
Toji got irritated at the insult Gojo gave him because he wasn’t old, which made him take his anger out on your poor pussy. He scooted a bit lower, just enough to fuck into you at a different pace Gojo was going— mixing up your insides like you never had it
“ Fuck off, Satoru. Now back to you little doll, how do you like that pussy getting abused by my cock. After all it’s my dick that made you squirt right?”, Toji ended his question with a slap to your ass causing you to jerk forward with a cry of pain and pleasure mixed.
You couldn’t even answer because your eyes were starting to cloud with tears and your head was filled with nothingness. It was a scary and horny feeling. Satoru grabbed your stomach as Nanami and Atsuya massaged your tits with their big hands. You were feeling pleasure and touched all around.
So much that you started to cream around their dicks making them slide in and out of you a little more easier. Once satoru saw this, he laughed, “ oh look at how she’s creaming on our dick Toji, we both know I added to that one, let’s call it how it is.”
Gojo’s hands gripped your tummy and his chest was now connected to your back, “ Awnnn it’s a weak spot for you, isn’t it? Having your stomach touched or gripped is your weakness, yeah. Let’s see how long you last, pretty baby.”
Geto was enjoying the scenery so much that he was edging himself like he usually does when you’re off on vacation or doing something else, away from him.
Gojo bites your shoulder as he pounded into you, flowing in sync with Toji.
“ uuuhnnn, it’s coming. M’cummin. M’cummin. M’cummin!!”, You screamed out before Shiu stuck his finger in your mouth. They all watched how you shake on Gojo’s and Toji’s dick in your cunt. Gojo pulled out just in time before he was about to cum inside of you. Ultimately, stopping himself from cumming.
Toji kept fucking you through your orgasm causing you to open your mouth in a silent O with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It was beginning to be too much for you and you were starting to see black.
Geto sighed and came up from behind you after Gojo patted him on the back walking away afterwards. “ The joys of having a slut like this one. You could fuck her until she says the magic word. Our magic word, isn’t that right, Angel?”
You nodded like you were being mind controlled to nod your head. Toji pulled out of you and was about to cum on your stomach, but Geto put his finger on his hole stopping him from cumming, “ Wait until the end, Toji. Save the best part for last. He looked at the men in front of him and then turned to them behind him, “ This goes for all of you. Want to see this pretty little slut covered in cum, preferably similar to a canvas, my beautiful art in the end.”
Toji's head rolled when geto stopped his cum from flowing out, he liked being edged even when he never did that at all until now. He just couldn’t believe Geto had the audacity to touch his dick and stop him from cumming. Such a vile man.
Toji scoffed and lifted you up to place you back down on the couch, he looked at Geto with a scowl, “ Boner kill.”
Geto gave him a close eyed smile before picking you up in bridal format to walk you where Gojo laid on the pool table— by the wall. “ Take her ass and I’ll take her pussy. The rest can join but this pussy is mine for the rest of the night. She’s been too naughty.”
Your eyelashes were falling off because of how much you were crying and your mascara was running down your face. Geto smiled when he saw your reaction to Gojo slowly moving past your tight ring of muscle with closed eyes. He moaned as he slipped inside of you, “ Ssss’ good. So good. Fucking perfect little ass you got on you.”
“ Hear that, Angel. Gojo thinks the ass that I fucked in the past is perfect. And indeed, he is right. Your ass is perfect but not as perfect as your, Geto moved to squat on the table to line himself up against your pussy and when he slammed himself inside he moaned at your pussy instantly gripping onto him, Pussy.” He finished off his sentence with another moan escaping his throat.
They both moved in sync with your cries and pleas in the background. Geto threw his head back when the tip of his thick cock started to kiss your cervix repeatedly with a string of wetness in between his tip and your cervix each time he thrusted in and out.
The rest of the men got up and circled around the three. Toji hopped on the table to get on his knees beside your head, “ come on, doll, my dick is lonely without your hand.”
Choso stayed by your feet that was wrapped up in your white panty-hose, he needed to feel your feet on his dick, so he grabbed your feet and connected his dick to the soles of them fucking himself on your feet. It felt so different and good to you that you just let him. Foreign feeling indeed. What’s even more foreign was his pretty whimpers following, “ fuck. Fu-Uhh.”
Atsuya bent your leg to slide his lube up cock in between your calves and thighs, muffling his moan with a bite of his lips, “ Mmmmph.”
You then felt your tits being groped together before a cock moved in and out, the cock was heavy and thick and once you looked up your eyes connected with Hiromi’s big pretty eyes, “ That’s it, you have such pretty tits. A slut indeed. A pretty titty slut.”
Nanami crossed his leg over you, now standing in front of your face with his dick out. He grabbed your hair in a tight ponytail. Your moans were growing louder at the feeling of your body being used by all of these men and with that, Nanami’s thick, long cock slid in your mouth like a cold popsicle waiting for your mouth to warm and suck it up. “ Shit, think she’s perfect for this.”
Shiu guided your hand to his dick and you worked your magic on Toji’s and his cock, he hissed at the feeling of your pretty hand jerking off his cock. Toji did the same with his hair covering his eyes and his mouth opened in a silent o.
Once everyone got comfortable, you were in for it. Every push and pull out Gojo and Geto did was a dance they synchronized together. You couldn’t handle Gojo’s long cock inside of your ass filling you up and you couldn’t handle Geto’s thick cock inside of your pussy. Everything was too much and too good.
It felt like every part of your body was being admired and fucked right now and you loved it. “ Mmgh, mmmmphhh.”, You moaned in gargles because of Nanami fucking your throat with the need of Cumming into it. The bubbles that were forming around his dick as he snapped his cock into your needy, wet mouth 9( a fuck hole. He wasn’t usually this harsh with you or any woman but tonight was different. Tonight was a special occasion.
Choso was in a limbo state of mind as he fucked the covered sole of your feet, “ fuck, she’s such a good girl for letting me do this shit. I- I can’t help myself.” They all knew he had something weird to him, they finally found it out. He was a feet guy. What they didn’t know is it’s not true, something was whispering into his ear once he saw your feet dangling as Geto and Gojo fucked you.
Now for Atsuya, that was true. He’s a weird man. The weirdest out of all of them. There’s no denying that one.
Toji groaned out a loud moan before cumming into your hand and on your arm, “ Fu-uhhghhh-ckkk, she take cock so well, she’s a trained little whore.”
Shiu was next and his cum shot over your tits and hand, “ shit, shit, sh-uhhhhgh. You’re fucking right. So damn right.” They both finished first before any of the men. Geto smirked and held onto your stomach fucking you without no mercy, he wished he could see your tears pouring down your eyes like Nanami is. He wished he could see your tits moving up and down at he and Gojo’s thrusts. God, he wished he could kiss you.
“ Take it, Angel. Want you to feel your insides raveling before cumming on my dick. Matter of fact, you can take more from me, can’t you?”, Geto muses as he rolls his thumb over your pretty clit.
Your body was voluntarily shaking right now and soon it went limp. So now, you were limp and out of your mind as they continued to use you. You loved this and never wanted it to stop.
Neither does Gojo, who felt your hole taking the shape of his dick, “ aaahnnn, Suguru, keep doing that. She’s gonna fucking milk my cock at this rate. Such a fucking naughty little slut.”
Your slurps and gargles were loud now and the sound of balls hitting the chin was growing faster. Nanami was now cradling your head with his big hands as he moved your head up and down his cock, “ I sincerely wish you two would shut up. A lady is talking. You’re - holy shit!! Think I’m gonna cum.”
Nanami held your head against his pelvis letting any breath that you had, have no chance of escaping. His blonde hair was now covering his forehead as sweat glands started to build up around his forehead and run down his face.
Hiromi knew he was about to cum so he moved his tits up and down his cock, releasing a loud groan when he came in the middle of your tits, his head hitting the back of Nanami’s back. Both breathing loudly as you milk all of their cum out their bodies.
“ M’gonna cum. I wan’ cum. Wanna cum so bad. Please please please please.”, Your moans were loud and once your body felt the ribbon cut loose on your insides, your orgasm hit you hard and powerful. So powerful that you squirted out water and cream on suguru’s dick and some of it hit his green pants.
Gojo and Geto pulled out of you making everyone else stop as well as they watched you shake miraculously. Geto dragged you down to the floor and they all stood around you with the exception of those who already came on your body so it was only Geto, Gojo, Choso, And Atsuya left.
You closed your eyes when you felt Atsuya cum hit your face, close to your right eye. You were still shaking by the legs because you didn’t have enough time to get over your orgasm because theirs was coming as well.
Choso’s cum followed by spraying your chest, lips, and nose, “ fuckkkkkkk, damn! Such a pretty face you got. Ughnnnn.” His cum was drippy and he had lot of it.
Geto and Gojo were next and they both jerked each other off which made your pussy convulse at the sight. They were so hot doing this especially with the little whimpers and moans coming from them.
You licked the cum on your lips and spoke in a low, seductive voice, “ That’s it, cum on me. Cum on me like your personal toy.”
Gojo whimpered out his words, “ oooohhhh, fuck yes. Keep talking.”
And you did while holding eye contact with Geto who was stroking Satoru with a twisting combo he learned from how you did him, “ Cum on me like your personal slut. Your cum whore. Your cum dump.” Once you said the last sentence, you happily closed your eyes as both of them came onto your face at the same time. White and clear cum was all over your body. You smelled like sex and loved it for some reason.
Geto's body was jerking and shaking as he came and Gojo’s body was stuck as his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy.
“ Such a perfect little bunny. Pleasing all your- hnnghhh- daddies so good.”, Geto moaned as his cock finally stopped Cummin on your body.
You shakily raised up to kiss your Satoru’s dick first and then Geto’s cock of their tips, “ Thank you for the candy, daddy.” Your eye contact with Geto caused him to lean over and kiss you without a care in the world if your face was filled with other men cum. The camera recorded everything and he was going to show the video to Kashimo, Sukuna, Naoya, and Ijichi, the other men you were flirting with, with your consent first. Let them know they can be a part two only with your consent of course.
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with the flat of your hands, you smoothed out any lingering wrinkles along the skirt of your dress, mindlessly picking out any pet hairs that had embedded themselves into the fabric. after snoozing through your alarm one too many times that morning, you had forgotten to grab a lint roll on the way to the shoot that morning.
"helloo! welcome to nova's blind dating, you guys can talk now!" the director introduced, beaming at the two of you with a brilliant smile. "thank you so much for letting us here at nova productions set you up with somebody else in the industry."
you readjusted the headset on your head, the foam pads squeezing at your ear lobes; you couldn't wait for the moment to be able to take them off. they were basically squeezing any thoughts out of your head, you'd need an advil or two after this.
"so guys, have you ever been set up on a blind date?" the director questioned. the crew worked diligently behind them, carrying in more of the much-needed stage and ring lights.
you leaned forward into the microphone, gripping the sides of the stool you were sitting on to keep your balance.
"yes, it was through a mutual friend, someone else in the industry," you answered honestly, thinking back fondly on the memory of your first and last blind date. "i won't be saying any names, but i'm sure they'll see this video later, and the guy was cool. the date went really well, and we kept dating afterward, but it just didn't work out."
"how about you?" one of the cameras shifted towards the other participant, their identity obscured by the placement of a large curtain between you. you had a sneaking suspicion of who it could be, but you couldn't quite put a solid guess on their identity if asked.
"a couple of times actually," the man revealed, their voice altered to sounding more high-pitched. another step to prevent either of you from figuring out who the other person was. "only one really stuck out; we went out on a few more dates, but our careers kept getting in the way, so we had to call it quits."
the director shook their head, offering the two of you a pitiful smile. "such a shame. well the team thanks you again for letting us match you guys together," the director commented, setting the cue cards facedown on their lap. "but enough with the sadness, we're all here to have a good time! so, share with us what you'd like to experience sexually today— what mood are you in? what do you like?"
without a moment of hesitation, you brought the microphone closer to you, the idea of what you wanted from today's experience already cemented into your mind. "rough, i want really rough sex today," you glimpsed over to the curtain. "like choking, spanking, all of it— i want all of it."
"i'm down for anything, as long as i can get my dick sucked," your partner responded. you felt a bit shameless acting so lewd in front of the crew. yet, you knew what either of you said was neither the filthiest thing they've heard or seen. "i got no plans after this so i'm hoping for the most soul-sucking head ever, the type of shit that makes you feel like you've died and gone to heaven."
you shifted in your seat, pressing your thighs together. you could feel your panties begin to grow damp, pussy lips tingling in anticipation for the big reveal.
"are either of you prepared for that? is that okay with ya'll before we start rolling?" the director inquired as the both of you turned your heads to face the curtain. not in an attempt to get a peek at one another, but because of the undiminished tension brewing between you two. you then both answered at the same time, almost as if there was a psychic connection formed between you.
"yes."
"hell yes."
"okay, perfect. so, let's take off our headsets; just hook them onto the microphone thingy. remember, no talking!" the director began to instruct. you wanted to ask one more thing, the question dying in your throat as you hopped off your stool. you could ask after the shoot. "just slowly step forward and meet your blind date!"
by just catching a glimpse of the shaggy black hair, you already knew who your partner was. your body moved on instinct, arms shooting out to wrap around his neck and tug him into a tight embrace. he reciprocated quickly, his hands grabbing at your waist— bodies flushed tightly against one another.
your gut had been right— you had been matched with fushiguro toji.
"i already knew it was you," you giggled, burying your face into the crook of toji's neck. you shamelessly inhaled his scent, the bold and erotic aroma of his signature cologne brought a certain level of peace to you. you had always loved how the combination of mango, lemon, and sandalwood paired so well with toji's natural body scent.
"i knew that you knew it was me," toji pulled away from the embrace a little to get a proper look at you, cock already starting to stir beneath the confinement of his pants. "the same way you knew it was me. a gut feeling, right, baby?"
your smile grew bigger, and your cheeks began to heat up. you and toji had always had some form of a mental connection, maintained throughout the years you had worked together in the industry.
it was well-known amongst the other actors and actresses, that there was nothing quite like your relationship. the cameras that recorded your time together didn't do enough justice to truly capture the depths of your emotions held for one another; whenever you did work together, all the cameras, crews, and lights faded away— it was as if you had entered your own little world, one that no one else would be able to experience.
without another word from the director, toji guided you over to the king-sized bed at the center of the room, a knowing smile already painted across his face. your fingers were interlaced with his, the warmth of his palm already making your heartache.
"come here, baby," toji twirled you around so that the back of your legs were against the edge of the bed, his hand trailing up your arm to find a place on the back of your neck. he craned his neck to look down at you, his forehead lightly pressed to yours. "let's give 'em a good show."
it wasn't long before the two of you were fully undressed, clothing articles scattered along the wooden floor. your legs were laced around toji's head, thighs muffling his ears as he flickered his tongue against your clit. he was three fingers deep into your pussy, wrist curled and forearm tight from how hard he was fucking his fingers into you.
your moans were loud, his name leaving your lips like a song with the tone of a soprano. you almost wanted to cry; after years of acting together on screen and some private moments off-screen, toji had become an expert in your anatomy. he was well-rehearsed in what you liked— how you liked it when he curled his fingers into you rather than twisting, how you liked your clit to be licked rather than sucked on, how when he angled his mouth and fingers just right you'd instantly squirt.
"fuck yes! make a fuckin' mess— give it to me, baby—" toji moaned, his head shaking left and right between your thighs as your release sprayed like a hose all over his face. he opened his mouth a bit more, eagerly swallowing your load. whatever his mouth couldn't catch fell to the floor, pitter-pattering down like raindrops.
"look at that cockdrunk face," he peered up at you, the pace of his fingers beginning to slow down. your thighs quivered around his head, your chest rising and falling rapidly from your heavy pants. "think ya can handle returning the favor, baby? or did i fuck you too good that you can't?"
toji then pulled his head out from between your thighs, a whine leaving your lips as soon as he retracted his fingers from inside you. he stood up, his skin glistening under the warm lights of the bedroom, dampened with sweat. you'd never get tired of such a sight.
"n-no, please, toji," you whimpered, pussy lips glistening under the glow of the lights. you spread your legs out wider, offering your cunt up on a shiny platter to toji and the cameras. "fuck my mouth, baby, wanna taste your cock. missed ya so much, need it."
"mmm, now that's my good girl. lay your head over the edge for me, baby girl," he directed you, his large hand stroking the length of his cock. his thumb ran over the slit of his head, smearing pre-cum along his tip with each graze.
you dutifully followed his instructions, flipping around to dangle your head over the bed's edge, laid sprawled out before him. he tapped his cock's head against your lips, running the tip along the outline of your greedy lips.
"stick out that pretty tongue, baby," and you obediently did so, sticking the wet muscle out as far as possible. toji slapped the flat of your tongue with his cock's head, your delightful hums filling the air as the weight of his cock smacked you.
your hands pawed at the back of his thighs, urging him closer to your awaiting mouth. toji then slowly edged his cock into you, his head tilting back as a series of groans and words of praise left his lips.
"missed this fuckin' mouth," toji breathed out, his hips rutting into your mouth. your throat had already been trained to handle his massive size, yet you couldn't suppress the few gags that slipped out when his cock pushed past your uvula.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, yesss— that's it, baby— bein' such a good girl, let me use you like the good little slut you are—" toji began to slam deep into you, his scrotum smacking against your eyes and nose with each vigorous thrust. "relax your fuckin' throat, baby— that's it— that's it— fucckkk,"
tears welled in your eyes, your jaw growing more sore from the damage he was bringing to your mouth. you couldn't bring yourself to stop him, eyes rolling into the back of your head. it felt too good to stop now. but, just as his balls began to tighten, evidence that he was close to his release, toji stopped.
"tojiii, nooo," you whined, hands reaching out to feebly paw at his cock. toji was too quick for you though, taking a large step back, just barely out of your reach. "tojii, c'meree— thought ya wanted me t' suck the soul out of ya, baby."
toji shook his head, biting his lip. he ran his fingers through his hair, combing the fringe back as he smirked down at you.
"and ya fuckin' did, baby girl, almost made me pass out from how good you were takin' me," toji answered, moving back towards you. you scrambled onto your hands and knees, looking up at him with big, round eyes. the desperation for him to rail you evident on your pretty little face. "just need t' be inside your little cunny right now. don't you want me to stuff you full, baby?"
you stretched your arms out, curving your back deeper and deeper until your ass was high in the air. toji let out a whistle, his eyes zeroing in on your ass like a predator hunting down prey. he climbed into the bed next to you, shuffling to get behind you.
he landed a harsh smack to your ass cheeks, the impact of the slap ricocheting off the fat of your ass like waves. you wiggled your ass for him, silently begging for him to do it again.
"you like that, huh? shakin' that ass for me like the dirty slut you are," another brutal slap landed on your ass, a smile tugging on your lips. it felt like you had died and gone to heaven, your clit throbbing and twitching for attention with each blow. "c'mon, baby, tell me you want this cock— i know you do, pussy's drooling all over the sheets."
another slap sent your mind into a frenzy, your tongue moving on its own accord. "yesyesyes— fuck, toji, give it to me," you rambled, tongue-tied. you couldn't think straight, not with the way he was massaging your cunt with one hand and spanking you with the other. "want you to use me."
toji chuckled, "oh really? fuckin' bet."
your eyes crossed as soon as toji slid his cock into you, your walls fluttering around his girth. your pussy was practically frothing at the base of his cock, a thick white ring beginning to form, thin strings of bodily juices connecting you with each thrust. his hips rutted into your ass, his balls swinging hard to smack against your clit.
one of his hands was pressed to the small of your back while the other gripped your side, forcing you to stay in place as he pounded into you. your back arched deeper, tits swinging and drooling seeping out of the side of your mouth with accompanying loud moans.
"this is what you wanted, right? wanted t' be my fuck toy? my pretty little doll t' use whenever i want?" toji hissed through gritted teeth, the edges of his nails digging into your skin. each thrust shook the bed, shifting it along the floor from the momentum. "fucked too dumb to speak, huh? better t' keep that mouth shut anyway, not like ya have anythin' important to say."
you were stunned into silence, your brain officially having been reduced to a puddle of pink mush. toji then grabbed at the back of your head, gripping your scalp to yank you up. the back of your head rested against his shoulder, his hand snaking around to grip the front of your throat.
his hips rutted into you, plowing into your g-spot relentlessly with the new angle. the expression you were wearing must've been a pathetic one, your eyes brimming with tears and bottom lip quivering. toji basked in the sight— mesmerized by how beautiful you always looked when he was buried deep inside you.
"kiss me," toji whispers to you, his tone a million times softer than his thrusts. regardless of how rough the sex was, toji always found a way to make it seem tender and romantic. "kiss me, baby, missed those pretty lips."
you hooked one of your hands onto the back of toji's head, pulling him in for the kiss he so desperately wanted. his lips were just as soft as you had remembered, the musky flavor of your release still lingering on his mouth.
your lips moved in a passionate dance— tongues meddling together, swirling around one another, a heated battle to assert dominance. his mouth devoured yours, saliva pooling out the corners of your mouth and staining your chin.
the knot at the pit of your stomach tightened, your abs tightening with how close you were to reaching your peak. sensing the change, toji's other hand snaked down to your clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. the stimulation proving to be just what you needed to send you over the edge.
"toji," you whimpered against his lips as he continued to fuck you through your climax. he had his own goal to reach. "cum in me, toji, need it. need it need it need it."
he peppered kisses down the side of your face, his lips latching to the underside of your jaw as you tilted your head further to the side to allow him more access. his teeth sunk into the column, leaving a series of bite marks and hickeys. you weren't his girl, at least not officially, yet he still wanted to stake some form of claim over you.
"m-mine, t-that'ss what youu are," toji stuttered, thick white ropes of his seed painting your insides. he kept rutting his hips into you, drowning your walls with his large load. "mine, mine, mine. my girl. my best girl."
"yeah, baby," you could barely breathe anymore. too far gone, body gone completely limp in his arms. you could careless about the crew or the cameras anymore. this was the little world you shared with toji, the closest thing you knew that love felt like. "i'm all yours, always will be."
HEY THERE, SUNSHINE.┊far away on a business trip, your husband gives you a call after your conference ends. with your schedules matched up, you discover a surprising new side of him.
content: female!reader x nanami kento, phone sex, soft dom reader and sub nanami, mention of pegging and anal fingering, kink exploration, male masturbation, female masturbation, sleepy/tired kento, begging, public sex, names used are sunshine, baby, good boy, beautiful, love, mommy kink mention. word count: 2.4k
it smells vaguely of petrichor and freshly cut grass; heady and nectarous with hints of mint and jasmine. the peak of summer had been long and record breaking, but the end finds itself proving to be a generous runner up.
you enjoy the warmth of the season despite the hint of sweat against the nape of your neck. even the curling edges of your hairline look cute to you nowadays.
you lay flat on your back, relishing in the cool breeze that follows through the balcony doors, stretching out your legs until your knees pop from the tension.
you glance longingly at the glass of water on your bedside, too tired to move and take a sip. a sigh escapes your lips when the ac starts to thrum softly, finally coming back to life.
you know that this hotel is older and the machine will go out again, but you enjoy the blissful moment with your eyes slowly shutting — relaxed and loose in the too–large dress shirt you wear.
in a perfect world, you’d have been at the beach with your boyfriend today, feeling his strong arms around your waist as you waded through the clear blue sea water. he’d remind you to tie your hair up, you’d remind him to reapply his sunscreen.
you find it almost bittersweet that business has you pulled away from each other. your first time away from japan in years and you were spending it alone. the thought brings a pout to your face, but the gentle thrum of your cell phone has you reaching out blindly to the bedside table.
there’s only one person that would call you so randomly. you answer without checking the name.
“hey there, sunshine.” you hum. it’s late afternoon but you’re feeling the fatigue of your work day hit you as you relax against the bed. “i thought you’d already forgotten about me.”
you imagine kento rolls his eyes.
“how could i, love? especially when i need to make sure you aren’t using the ac with the doors open,” he says this plainly, an accusation with no real heat behind it.
“what!? believe it or not, i do actually listen to you sometimes!” with a sudden spout of energy, you lift yourself up and reach to turn off the ac.
a small chuckle rumbles through the phone's receiver at the same time that you remember the unit had been creating subtle white noise. you were caught, red handed. you clear your throat. “…emphasis on the sometimes?”
“when will you learn that you can’t get anything past him?” a new voice chirps in the background, a teasing lift to it that makes your eyes shoot open. “nanami-san can smell lies from a mile away.”
“shoko!” you chirp, “i didn’t know you’d be back in the city. when did you get there?”
you hear a bit of shuffling before her voice becomes clearer. “a few hours ago. of course your dear husband here tells me you’re out of town when i’m finally back. how’s malaysia?”
“it’s beautiful, i wish it were a vacation instead of just business but i can always come back.”
there’s a brief pause before she responds, realizing you can’t see her nod. “damn. well, i’m glad you’re having a good time. i’m handing the phone back to nana. let me tell you, if looks could kill…”
kento’s annoyed face is one of your favorites. you imagine the cute twist between his brows, the slight pout of his lip. you can’t help but giggle as he takes the phone back. “did someone have a long day?”
“yes, it has been a bit… strenuous.” your husband murmurs, the sound of a door clicking on the other end telling you that he must have left the room.
you melt further into the couch, stretching your arms up until your back arches just enough to give you relief. “mine too, a lot of walking around.” you let out a soft groan as you relax back into position. “how are you, baby?”
“good. very good.” his voice sounds… tired, a little short but not in a way that seems pointed at you.
you continue to stretch and reposition, waiting for an explanation that doesn’t come. you feel yourself frown.
“are you alright? was your day that bad, ken? if you want to talk about it in the morning we can—?”
“no, love,” kento replies with a huff of a laugh. “i called you because i wanted to talk, i just… well i–”
“hm?” you use your right hand to rub on the tenser parts of your thighs. “is it because of shoko? ken, you know it’s been years since we dated, right? don’t tell me you're jealous of a highschool fling—?”
“what are you doing right now?” he interjects, catching you so off guard you barely notice the sound of a belt clinking.
“…relaxing in my hotel room? i have one of your shirts on because i miss you, husband. i wish we were here together, like we always talk about. you’d rub my feet like when we’re at home, wouldn’t you?”
you hear your man clear his throat, a shuddered breath filtering from his mouth. “of course, wife. i’d have to rub you all over seeing as you keep groaning and moving around. someone has to keep you still.”
the deep timber of his voice has you feeling suddenly warm, a painfully obvious realization hitting you once you notice the way his breaths start to quicken.
“kento are you–“ you pause, a hand gripping the hem of his dress shirt. “are you touching yourself?”
you hear the sound of him spitting into his hand, a slick noise filling the other end. you feel yourself throb between your legs.
“yes. is that alright?” he responds breathlessly, squeezing the base of his cock firmly until the tip blushes. he’s always been straight forward in this way.
“of course it is… but why didn’t you just tell me you were feeling pent up? i could have sent you a few pictures.” you hear his pace quicken ever so slightly as your own arousal pools low in your belly.
“i didn’t know that was an option. i didn’t want you to feel like you had to appease me.”
you roll onto your side, trapping your phone against the sheets as you rub your thighs together. “kento, when have i ever done something i didn’t want to do?”
there’s a pause before another chuckle leaves his mouth. “good point. sometimes i forget how headstrong you are.”
you smile. “because you let me be weak when i need to. is that what you want from me, baby? to feel weak? to let go?”
the slick sounds of him fucking his hand is too much to bear as you let your hand reach up to palm your breast, tweaking your pebbled nipple.
“please – fuck – i miss you. so much. i come home and i can’t sleep unless i touch myself with your panties.”
“kento,” you whimper, your other hand reaching into your panties to rub at your clit. you dip down to grab some of your wetness until you’re slick and sensitive underneath your fingertips. “are you still in the office?”
it’s in that moment that you hear the distant sound of voices, answering your question. “god, does this make me a pervert? maybe we should stop–“
“no! i like it,” comes out your rushed reply, hand reaching up to grip the pillow under your head. “tell me what you’re thinking about. tell me what you want.”
“you,” he says quickly. “around my cock. sometimes i think about you bent over my desk, taking my cum in that perfect pussy of yours. you’re so good to me.”
“…how often do you think about me while you’re there?”
“too often. i’ll be in meetings wishing you were sucking me off under the conference table. you being gone has only made it worse.” you hum, shifting your fingers down to ease inside of your entrance. you imagine his thick length, the way it stretches you out in your bed at night.
“i’m surprised,” you tease, “how can you focus on that job you’re always at when you’re too busy thinking about me?”
“because i love you,” there’s a rough quality to his voice that you recognize, a voice that normally is accompanied by him pounding you from behind. “this place is a means to an end. it lets me take care of you.”
“and you do take care of me, sunshine.” you bite back a moan, imagining sinking down on him until your soft skin meets his. “don’t you think it’s time someone took care of you?”
“you do, love. every day.”
“not like this… never like this.” your hand quickens under your tight panties and you eagerly tug them down so you can spread your legs wider, slick and shiny between your thighs. “please, kento, i want to. you deserve it.”
there’s an uneven breath, the sound of office work just outside the door, the carefree laughs of coworkers that are a little too close for comfort. you remember then that you didn’t hear the door lock.
“alright,” is all kento says, letting go as his head rests against the back of his seat.
your previous excitement is replaced with heavy lust, you manage to hide the way you almost purr at the thought of taking control. “perfect. good boy.”
you wait with bated breath at his reaction. the sudden gasp that leaves his mouth is indication enough and you feel a hint of satisfaction in your growing smile.
“oh? did you like that? you like being my good boy?” you know your words are unraveling him, can hear his teeth clench as he silences his moans. “you’ve worked so hard today, haven’t you? i could make it all better. i bet you’d feel much nicer than my fingers. maybe you’d like me to put them inside of you instead?”
“god—“ kento’s voice cracks, his words etching themselves into your skin. “i didn’t– are you really—”
“i wanna take my time. gotta take it slow so that i don’t hurt you.” your voice lowers at the thought. “do you think you’d like that? could you stay nice and still for me while i lick you open, slip my fingers inside?”
despite the pleasurable feeling of your own fingers, it doesn’t give you enough. god, you want to taste him. you know he’d be good for you but …you want to hear him say it as he bites down on a pillow, hear his muffled cries of pleasure as you—
an abrupt moan from the other line makes you pause, listening closely to hear the quickened breath of a man trying to keep his composure. “please. i-i want that. more than i realized…”
his voice is smaller, but just as firm and stubborn. you imagine this is the first time he’s ever admitted that he would let someone control him in this way. in all your years together he has never been so open. the cooling sweat on your nape turns into a warm heat.
there is love in the way he regards you, dotes on and cares for you. you see it in the way he cooks you both a nice warm meal. you see it in the way he runs you a bath and holds you close under the water. every action is purposeful and considerate, even when you might not deserve the grace he gives you in some moments.
you sigh, relief and happiness coursing through your veins at the trust he exhibits towards you.
“i love you.” you whisper. “you’re perfect.”
your name comes out of his mouth in a breathless gasp, syrupy and lax.
you can’t help but moan as you fuck yourself harder, rolling onto your stomach and pinning your arm under you. this position makes it easier to imagine him beneath you, easier to imagine the bed is his skin. you place the phone on speaker. “my fingers aren’t enough, ken. i want to cum so bad but i can’t when you aren’t here. i need you, baby. i wanna make you cum all over our bed while i sink into you.”
kento’s voice is ragged as he places the phone between his shoulder and ear, tugging faster at his cock as his other fist burrows against his mouth. he knows that he doesn’t have much resolve left, his designated overtime slowly coming to an end.
“you make it sound so easy.” the sound of his slick cock is enough to have you whining for more. “sometimes i think about you… you– about me—”
“—getting fucked?” you imagine gripping his pretty pale hips, reddened by your palms.
“yes,” he admits.
“you haven’t ever–” you bite down on your lip, your fingers now furiously rubbing against your clit. your nerves alight, toes curling ever so slightly. “i would be your first. you want me to be?”
you know that he’s close when he starts to almost spit out his words.
“i’d give anything for you to try.”
“fuck, such a good boy for me. you know what you want. what you need.”
you laugh and it is a breathless soft sound that goes straight to your husband’s dick, a red leaky tip that twitches with each thrust.
“a–ah! mmph!” you wish he were fully alone, that his moans would only be yours if he let go. you feel yourself reaching your peak, imaging a strap buried deep in your husband, watching as he spills too quickly from the new sensation. you’d have to get more toys, see what made him tick as you rubbed his sweet-slicked back.
his hurried rambling is all you need to hear to know he’s right on the edge, waiting for you to give him the order.
“b–baby, baby—“
“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re doing so good, sunshine. let go. let me hear you come undone for me.“
your eyes squeeze shut, your hair falling away from the ponytail you’d strategically pinned it up in. “please. cum with me, kento.”
you aren’t sure if you imagine it, but you almost swear you hear him call you something that sends you over the edge. amongst his sea of babies and sweethearts is an endearment that you know you’ll have to explore later. for now, you enjoy the thick silence and subtle smell of your arousal in the room, heavy breaths on either side of the phone almost lulling you to sleep.
“next time,” your husband pants, his voice almost back to normal as he cleans the copious amounts of cum from his hands and stomach. “next time i’m coming with you.”
you laugh at the same time he does, warmth once again filling your chest. “yeah? you want mommy to show you how good you make her feel?”
truthfully, kento almost hangs up with how mortified he becomes, but he deals with your teasing for weeks to come.
TODOROSIE. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.
