oversize!men who could easily fuck you hard enough for your headboard to smash through your apartment walls, for your neighbours to complain about the pornographic racket echoing through your house, leaving you dragging your feet and struggling to walk straight for days after just one intense round.
oversize!men who instead choose to make love to you (at least on most days), treating sex between the two of you like the beautiful, treasured experience that it was instead of just a means to satiate his lust.
oversize!men who overpower you with ease; dwarfing you under his sheer size and the warmth of his weight caging you into the sheets while he gently reassures you with promises of " just relax, sweetheart. let me do all the work yeah ?" and "it's okay baby just let me take care of you."
oversize!men who always take ample time to prepare you before feeding you their biiiiig over-oversized cocks; his fingers scissoring you open with thick, knuckle-deep twists of his hands as you claw at his thick biceps and whine into his mouth engaging yours in wet, sluggish kisses that leave you gasping for breath.
oversize!men who thrust into you with slow, deep rolls of their hips; the pinky swollen- thick head of his cock nudging into your sweet spot with each reverent buck of his hips. each loving thrust dragging his heavy cock in and out of your pussy with a lewd schlick! sound, allowing you to feel — in extreme filthy detail— each and every bulging, now stretched tight vein adorning his shaft.
oversize!men who keep praising you and babbling about just how good you feel; his voice getting deeper and more pronounced than usual as he tells you "feelsogood baby. always such a good girl for me." and " always take my cock like a fuckin' champ, honey." — punctuating his words with sweet little kisses and bites against your neck.
oversize!men who always keep a large, heavy hand pressed softly against the bulge his cock creates in your belly; the sight of him reshaping your insides in that soft and pretty yet deeply intimate way makes arousal rush to his head like a freight train. his hand doesn't move even once, staying firmly planted on the soft bulge as he applies juuuust the right of pressure on it to heighten your pleasure.
oversize!men who only allow themselves to come after you do; fucking his cock into you with steady thrusts throughout your orgasm before he lets himself go with a deep groan of "i love you." before he's spilling into your already overstuffed pussy with stuttered little pumps of his hips.
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The wooden door of the hotel room clicked shut, sealing out the muted hum of the city outside. Nanami let out a long, slow sigh, the sound scraping against the quiet air as he set his briefcase down by the desk. He reached up, loosening the knot of his tie with a sharp tug before pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the arm of the single chair.
Before he could even take off his suit jacket, his phone vibrated in his palm. The caller ID brought a sudden, subtle shift to the tight line of Nanami's jaw. He slid the screen open, pressing the phone to his ear as he leaned back against the desk. "Hey, love," he murmured. His voice was lower than usual, roughened by hours of corporate small talk, but laced with a quiet, easy warmth reserved only for you.
"Hey," your voice came through the speaker, instantly cutting through the lingering tension in Nanami's shoulders. "How was your day today?"
"It wasn't too bad," Nanami replied, his eyes drifting down to his leather shoes as he kicked them off. "Still exhausting, though. I just made it back to the hotel. Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"Mhm, had some takeaway," you said. There was a brief pause on the line, the kind of quiet that carried the weight of the distance between you. "I miss you."
The words hit him right in the chest, a sharp pang of longing making Nanami close his eyes. "I miss you, too," he said softly, meaning every syllable. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, pushing the strands back. "Alright... I'm going to have a shower."
"Okay," you hummed, a yawn clipping the edge of your words. "Call me back when you're done. I love you."
"I love you. Speak soon."
Nanami waited for the line to go dead before lowering the phone, the sudden silence of the room feeling twice as heavy now. He stepped over to the bed, reaching out to click on the bedside lamp. The small knob turned, instantly bathing the crisp white sheets in a warm, low glow.
Standing in the newly lit space, Nanami finally shed his suit jacket, draping it over the back of the chair. Reaching into the inside breast pocket of the jacket—the secure spot where he always kept his most important items—his calloused fingers brushed against the familiar, stiff edge of a photo.
He pulled it out, intending to just set it on the nightstand before his shower. But as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped down to his dark blue boxers, leaving his tailored clothes in a rare, disorganized pile, Nanami’s gaze locked onto the small square of film.
In the dim, sterile glare of the lamp he had just switched on, the polaroid felt like a visual hallucination. The lighting in the photo was golden and overexposed, radiating a warmth that this room desperately lacked. There you were, caught mid-laugh on that beach in Malaysia from your last trip together. The ocean breeze was catching the hem of your white sundress, a single strap slipping carelessly off your shoulder. You looked bright, carefree, and entirely alive in the heat of the coast.
The shower was forgotten.
Nanami moved away from the chair, the weight of his exhaustion swallowed by a throbbing, pulsing ache. He sank onto the edge of the mattress and shifted his large frame back against the pillows. As he settled, his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose—blurring the rest of the room and leaving nothing but you in sharp focus.
Squinting through the shadows, his eyes traced the deep, low dip of the white sundress in the polaroid—the way it beautifully revealed your cleavage made his throat go completely dry.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away. His breathing hitched, a sudden, punishing ache tightening in his groin as his gaze lingered on your cleavage. Your skin still gleamed in the photograph from where he had slowly rubbed sunscreen over your body, his palms smoothing the lotion down the slope of your breasts until you were glistening in the sun—deliberately slipping his thumbs under the fabric of your dress to tease your nipples until they were hard under his touch.
The dark blue fabric of his boxers was already beginning to strain, his length thickening painfully against the cotton from the sheer force of the visual. Hearing your voice just moments ago had been no comfort, but seeing you like this now, with his skin still burning from the memory and the distance between you feeling like an ocean, it was an agonizing temptation.
His mind instantly raced back to that night in Malaysia. He remembered taking you back into the villa, his fingers catching on the fabric of your sundress to slide the straps down your arms. Burying his face in the crook of your neck—his tongue licking a wet trail up your throat, sucking greedily at your skin until you whimpered beneath him. His broad, calloused palms clamped around your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.
Nanami could still feel the exact sensation of sliding his thick, leaking cock between them, using the tight, sweltering cleavage of your chest to ruthlessly pump his length—watching your tits hug his slick shaft while he rasped how badly he wanted to stretch you wide open. The memory was so loud, so violently clear, that his restraint completely dissolved.
Low and frustrated, he groaned under his breath, finally reaching down to cup the heavy bulge straining against his boxers. His hand moved downward past that golden line of hair—the faint blonde happy trail disappearing beneath the dark blue cotton—his gaze locked entirely on the curve of your waist in the photo.
A ragged, breathless sound escaped his throat as he grazed his thumb over his throbbing tip through the fabric—making his stomach muscles flex tightly as the first slick beads of pre began to dampen the material. Unable to handle the restriction for another second, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and finally released his aching cock.
As the veiny, heavy weight sprang free, Nanami's calloused hand wrapped around it desperately—fisting the pre-cum up and down his hard length, his thumb deliberately smearing the wetness over the sensitive head to begin a slow, torturous stroke. Nanami was a man who prided himself on absolute control, but right now, every ounce of usual discipline was utterly gone, burned away by the raw ache of missing you.
He dragged his palm down to the very base of his shaft, knuckles brushing against his thighs before wrapping tightly to pull all the way back up to that leaking head. The slick pre coated his skin, creating a wet, sliding friction that had him closing his eyes just to focus on the sensation.
His brow furrowed deeply, sweat beginning to bead along his hairline and dampen his blonde strands. He kept his eyes wide—refusing to blink, his gaze entirely captivated by your carefree smile, the thin fabric of the sundress hugging your tits, and your warm, shiny skin glowing in the polaroid.
In the sudden heat of illusion, the sterile white noise of the hotel AC unit transformed into the distant crash of ocean waves. He wasn’t in this lonely room anymore. He was back in that villa, pinning you down into the mattress, pressing his lips to the sensitive column of your throat and breathing in the intoxicating scent of salt air and perfume, burying himself balls deep inside you.
Nanami’s hips twitched against the sheets as a large hand clamped around his length, pumping his fist up and down his shaft. Eyes shuttered tight, the memory consumed him entirely—imagining the slick drag of his cock against your wet, parted lips, the crushing friction of being squeezed tight between your tits, and the maddening sensation of driving deep inside your cunt. The urge to hammer into you over and over until you were stretched wide, stuffed completely full of hot seed, almost made him cum right there.
"Ah... fuck," he breathed out. The wire rimmed glasses slid further down his nose, utterly forgotten as his grip tightened. A faster, desperate pace took over, driven by the pleasure coiling tight and demanding inside his lower belly. Here was a man completely stripped of his carefully constructed rules—entirely at the mercy of a single polaroid of you.
His chest heaved, the stark white hotel sheets bunching beneath his massive frame as the rhythm fractured. Keeping a slow pace was no longer an option. Nanami’s knuckles went white, his rough hand fisting his veiny, engorged shaft with a punishing, frantic speed.
The sound of wet squelches filled the quiet room, his jaw locking as his thumb smeared slick over the rigid edge of his head. He brought the polaroid closer to his face, vision blurring with sweat as his eyes traced the line of your collarbone, the curve of your waist, and the soft smile he missed so dearly.
“So beautiful... ah,” he choked out, his voice dropping roughly into a low, rumbling groan. “You're so fucking beautiful, sweetheart...'"
The praise was a desperate murmur, breathed directly into the empty air of the hotel room—as if you were right there beneath him to hear it. His hips jerked upward, mimicking the exact rhythm of driving into your cunt. His thumb swept over his leaking pink tip sending a jolt straight to his groin. The coiled tension in his lower belly tightened into a hard, inescapable knot—his balls tightening. He was right on the edge, completely consumed by the ghost of your touch.
Nanami choked out your name—a ragged, breathless prayer against the quiet room as he finally came. He ruined his hand as the first hot bursts of cum shot straight past his fingers, splashing against his lower stomach before the rest of the thick, heavy load spilled over his knuckles and flooded the blonde patch of hair at his groin.
“F-fuck, I miss you so much,” he groaned, his voice completely undone. Desperate fingers refused to stop, milking his length dry, forcing the oversensitive shaft through those last few strokes while thick, hot cream continued to drip down his twitching cock and palm.
He stayed frozen like that for a few seconds, his chest heaving, his fingers trembling where they still gripped his settling length. The lingering echo of the Malaysian surf dissolved back into the sterile, humming silence of the hotel room.
Slowly, the drugged fog of pleasure began to recede, leaving behind an aching exhaustion. Nanami let out a long, unsteady breath that trembled past his lips. He let his head sink back into the pillows, his glasses sitting crookedly on his nose. With slow movement, he used his clean hand to lift the polaroid back up to his face.
In the dim, warm light of the bedside lamp, you were still there—smiling, carefree, and beautifully out of reach. He stroked a thumb over the glossy surface of the photo—as if he were truly touching you—before setting it gently on the nightstand.
He forced his heavy limbs to move, sitting up on the edge of the bed to clean himself up. The cold reality of the business trip settled back over his shoulders like a lead weight, but as he looked back at the small square of film under the lamp, the lingering warmth in his chest reminded him exactly what he was working so hard to return to.
Nanami reached to grab a few tissues from the nightstand, his fingers still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of the release. But just as his hand brushed the box, his phone buzzed loudly right beside it. He paused, a drop of sweat rolled down his jaw as he looked down at the bright screen.
Seeing Nanami Kento again after a whole year of absorbing the rejection like lead with radiation at your friend's party surely was not on your bucket list this year. You managed to sneak away from the island before he could see you, running off to the backyard, weaving through small clusters of folks who were just getting started for the night. You took refuge at a table with people you hardly know, just because it was away from direct eye line with the sliding door to the yard, where it carries the most traffic for the night.
You sat there, eyeing the door periodically, light on your heels and ready to bounce the minute he went through them. But he never did. In fact you saw him head to the front door with a few people you didnt know. You assumed he left.
You felt relief but your stomach sank at the same time.
You had wished that Nanami didn't see you, but now you were bummed that came true.
Be careful what you wish for.
As you stood and awkwardly waved to the people who saved a pity seat for you, headed back to the main house to find your friends, your peripheral caught a familiar blonde, yet he was too quick for you to register.
"You've been avoiding me."
"K-Nanami! I didn't even realize you were here!" You were so bad at acting surprised.
"I know you saw me in there. Why did you run?"
Because I still have feelings for you even though it's been a year since you turned me down and suggested that we stop talking for the sake of our well being. Because I still have dreams about you on a regularly basis, they make me cry, laugh, smitten, horny. Because my brain simply cannot fathom anyone else would be a better fit for me than you.
"It's not like that," you lied, "I was just catching up with them!" You point toward the table of strangers.
"Who are they?"
"Well," you stammered, "that's Jared, Miko and Janine," you gestured.
"That's actually Uma, Jake and Mo," he corrected you, eyeing intensely, knowing you'd crack.
"It's just my nickname for them."
"...right."
You two stood there for a moment without a single word being exchanged. He nursed a half full beer and you a warm margarita.
"So I'm gonna go..." before you could fully take a step, he gently grasped your wrist.
"I haven't spoken to you in a year,"
"Well whose fault is that?" You blurted out without a second thought, and the terror that flood over was like magma rushing down the slopes of a volcano and heading right toward you, "I'm sorry... that was immature I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay, I deserve it."
You shook your head.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about you the whole time," Nanami admitted. You didn't know whether to be flattered or angry.
He continued, "I was very busy, and I know it sounds like a sorry excuse but truthfully I was. Sometimes I didn't even know what day it was or when I last slept. My future looked, still does, so uncertain, I didn't want to drag you along, not knowing where I'd end up. You deserve more. I truly respect you so much, I didn't want to disappoint you."
Taken aback by his unwarranted confession, now of all times. You took a closer look at him, his complexion grayer, a smile a bit faint, eyes low. In this dim backyard light, something revealed itself to you and lured your arm to touch his, holding it toward your heart.
when plug!choso starts crushing on his only customer that only uses it medicinally.
tags: first smau kinda nervous.., modern/college au, plug!choso, nerdy!reader, fem!reader, mention of weed consumption (duh), readers marajuana use is medicinal (for sleep), might be a bit ooc my bad chat, i tried to research but i fear it's evident i dk what im talking abt !!
author's note: PLEASE trying to find the price of weed online is like running through quicksand and i dont know what it would be irl since i dont do it (its legal where i live but still), so if my numbers are way off please feel free to correct me!
ps, the chokehold plug!choso has on me as a non smoker/stoner should be studieda
He fell asleep in his bed, at home, and woke up at the goddamn grocery store with an overhead light in his face if that happened to you you’d become The Joker
Poor guy’s only been here for like a dozen weeks he doesn’t even have a favorite show to distract him yet he’s just raw-dogging reality unfiltered with no goddamn Blorbos to rotate whatsoever
⋰˚.☆ 18+ choso does not care about your insecurities! cw;; dirty talk ; mentions of insecurities (stretch marks, body hair) ; mentions of oral sex ; lmk if i missed anything ; flower divider by @/pixopix
"w-wait cho—turn the lamp off." you murmured into your his neck, your cheeks warm with embarrassment, sitting stiffly like a wooden figure, like if you're still enough he won't notice you.
choso's hand pauses from where it was resting on your waist, his grip tightening, but not enough to hurt. just enough to keep you from running away like you always did when things got too intense.
"what's wrong?" his voice is low, that calming lull it always has when it's just the two of you.
you shake your head against him, face still buried in his neck. you want to answer but what would you say? that you forgot to shave? that you didn't wear any cute underwear like you normally did?
his hand slides up your back, up, up, up under your shirt, slowly this time. he traces every vertebrae, every curve of your spine like you're the most delicate and precious thing this world has ever seen. it makes you flush even more. his hand settles between your shoulder blades, the rough and warm skin making you tingle all over.
you fidget with your hands on the side, but his other hand catches it before you can continue, steadying you.
"hey, look at me." you hesitate, digging deeper into his neck. he doesn't force, or give up, he just waits, which makes it all the worse.
you glance up, and immediately regret it when you see the way he's already looking at you. focused, unreadable, intense and yet it's still glazed over with that need that makes every bone in your body turn gummy.
"lights off.. please..? i didn't shave or... wear anything nice" you mutter again, looking down into your lap, your voice weaker this time. his eyes narrow, just a little bit, instead, he just pulls you closer.
his eyes flash with an intensity that makes you squirm. one of his hands catches your again, his calloused fingers threading through yours with unexpected gentleness coming from him.
"look at me," he orders this time, his voice is rough but not unkind, never unkind. that was the think about choso. his thumb rubs soothing circles over your knuckles, reminding you that he's there. "do you think i give a single fuck about the fact that you didn't shave?" a dark chuckle rumbles through his chest, and you can feel the vibrations from how close you are together. (you both are pressed up to each other in the way lovers dream of...)
"cotton? stretch marks? whatever nonsense you're worried about?" his tongue piercing clicks against his teeth while the hand he was holding slowly guides it down to where his erection strains against his sweats.
"the only thing turnin' me off about this whole thing is how you're acting. like i haven't been dreaming about this since the first time you walked into my apartment wearing yuuji's ratty ass sweats." his hand that was once interlocked with yours splays possessively over your hip.
his other hand flicks off the light of the lamp off without taking his eyes off of you for a second.
"lights off, but only cause I wanna hear how fuckin' pretty you sound when I finally get my mouth on you, not cause i don't wanna see." he hums against the skin of your neck and his hand slides right in between your thigh.
he moves his mouth only to nip at your earlobe. without saying anything more, he slowly rubs you through the cotton of your flimsy underwear, the friction of the fabric against your cunt, and when abruptly catches onto your clit makes your thighs weak.
"now, are we done talking or do you need me to show you how little i care about anything else but how good you're gonna cum on my tongue?"
hiromi likes girls (his gf) who are a little (very) mean to him. CANON I ASKED GEGE.
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Higuruma stands in the doorway of your bedroom, Hes been staring at you for a good while now, even before you noticed.
Looking at how your little dress hugs your pretty body.
you wave a hand infront of his face.
“whats up with you today…freak,” you say and laugh at him, the corner of his mouth tugs a little before going back to his usual, blank face.
“i cant look at whats mine? hm?” he says smoothly and plays with a strand of your hair.
“urgh,” you roll your eyes and turn away from him. You know he loves it, when you act like a little spoiled princess.
he grabs your arm and pull you back to him softly. He looks into your eyes again, something else than adoration behind them this time.
“hirom-“
“i thought about what you said,”
huh?
you look at him in question.
He smirks a little before speaking, “you know….about my nose,”
A couple days ago he’d told you how he used to hate his nose when he was younger. You’d frowned and taken his face in your pretty manicured hands and told him it was one of your favorite things about his appearance. It had made his heart swell in his chest, and he’d hugged you so tight right after telling you to ‘shut up and stop lying’
And he’d thought about it ever since, couldnt get it out of his head. And now he knew why.
He takes your jaw in his huge hand and brings your face up to look at him,
“if you like my nose so much, why dont you sit on it princess?” he tells you, looking into your eyes and pulling you closer by your waist.
Your eyes widen, and you blush while trying to push him away.
“stop saying things like that,” you look away from his eyes and he frowns.
“look at me baby,”
You reluctantly look at him again, the way he looks at you hungrily makes you ache.
“you telling me you dont want to?” He whispers to you, and you know he would drop it as soon as you say the word.
But you stay silent, looking away from him again. And he knows youre too shy to say it. so innocent. He wants to make you cry and shake on top of him.
He sighs and goes to pull away from you, but before he can get too far you grab him by the collar, nodding your head.
“yeah?” he asks. you nod again.
he smiles widely at you, before licking his lips and speaking,
“take this off,” he says as he plays with the hem of your dress.
His eyes scan over your body while you undress, his mouth watering. And when you finally stand infront of him, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, only wearing your panties, He picks you up by your thighs suddenly, And you yelp in surprise. He takes you to the bed, laying down with you now sitting on his chest.
You stare at eachother for a while before he speaks again,
“come on….wanna drown in your little pussy,”
Hes so nasty.
“dont worry you will, im gonna shut you up for once,” you say with a look of distaste, he knows your body is betraying you, with how big the wet spot on your panties has gotten.
you sit up on your knees, sliding down your underwear slowly, teasing him.
“mmm there she is,” he groans when he sees your pussy, slick with your arousal.
“youre so annoying,”
“sit on my face baby,”
you huff and sit down again on his chest, grinding your naked pussy on him. He groans loudly.
“fuck….you want me to beg? is that it sweetheart? hm?”
He breathes heavily, a desperate look on his face, and his hips buck behind you, trying to relieve himself a little.
You nod and wait for him, and when he opens his mouth to speak, reaching out to touch your waist, you slap his hand away.
“no touching,” you say with a serious face.
he almost cries. “evil…evil little girl,” fuck why wont you just let him have you, but he knows that you know he loves this. loves his pretty girlfriend being mean to him.
you take pity on him, you tell yourself, when you sit up on your knees, moving so that your pussy is hovering over his face. But really you know you cant wait anymore, you need to ride his handsome face.
“fuck yes…please baby, sit,” He groans under you.
you place yourself right on his mouth, his nose grazing your clit. He moans loudly into you, his hand going to rub himself so he doesnt loose his mind.
He rubs his face into you, licking and sucking on your cunt. You mewl and cry over him and he looks up at you, Smirking into your pussy.
You grab his hair then, grinding yourself down on him, riding his nose.
He babbles under you, probably filthy things. But his mouth is full, so all you hear is his muffled voice speaking into your soaked pussy.
He loves when you use him like this, and the way you look on top of him, fucking his face, its too much and not enough at the same time.
“fuck…use me princess,” He manages to get out in between eating you “cum on my face…”
You whine.
“fuck….” You shake and cry over him, cumming all over his drooling mouth. He keeps licking at you, trying to get every drop of cum. He groans, pulling away from you.
He looks so fucked out, his whole face is wet and his hair is messy, a dopey smile on his face.
You almost pass out, falling off him and onto the bed. He smiles and goes to lay on top of you, cradling your face in his hands.
“i need to change my boxers,” he says.
“of course you do,”
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IDK IF I LIKE THIS UM. anyways i hope u guys like it atleast!!
i havent gotten to his intruduction in the manga yet i know nothing about this man except for that hes a lawyer and hes sexy
