satoru throwing you over his shoulder and giving your ass a gentle pat meanwhile you flail in his hold like an angry cat who didn’t want to be picked up.
but unfortunately for you, satoru has no sense of boundaries / shame / care in the world for you finding it weird how touchy he is—how many times he releases infinity simply to mess with you.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬◞﹒୧ . Eren, Ony and Connie have a crush on the same woman: the cute, sweet and autistic girl always dressed in pink who works in the restaurant next to their university. Eren loves you because you're so soft when he's so rough, Only loves you because you're always so polite with him, Connie loves you because he has a thing for chubby women like you. You’re always so shy with them, you have no idea to what extent they want to ruin you. When at a college party they find you crying because your boyfriend Jean cheated on you, they offer you revenge with them. You’re a good girl who has never done anything too freaky with anyone so you don’t really know how to handle three dicks inside you. But don’t worry, they will take good care of you. And show you that you can be loved exactly as you are.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬◞﹒୧ . 10.3k words, black!fem!reader, plus!size!reader, college au, hyper feminine autistic reader w/ social anxiety, hispanic!connie, plug!eren, basketball!player!ony, pervert stuff & stalking, polyamory, romance, affection, reassurance, male friendships, connie calls you ‘mami’ and ‘princesa’, ‘sweetheart/baby/bitch’ by eren, ‘baby/love/mama’ by ony, hard!dom!eren, soft!dom!ony, submissive!connie, gay ass stuff between the boys, mild daddy kink with eren, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, masturbation, choking, blowjob, handjob, vaginal sex, rough sex, gentle sex, shower sex, standing sex, somno, double penetration, consensual recording, hair pulling, overstimulation, cumming on face, crying from pleasure, titty fucking, slapping, dumbification but on a man !
𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬◞﹒୧ . finally a new fic since january!!!! very SCARED of your reactions because my characterization of the boys isn't that popular so i hope yall will like it <333
˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 + 𝐨𝐧𝐲 + 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
‘Kiss of Life’ by Sade was playing in the restaurant, making you hum along as you cleaned the tables left by the last customers. Nearby, Eren, Ony, and Connie were watching you intently, as usual.
“Shazam that song, she seems to like it,” Eren ordered Connie, nudging him.
Connie lazily looked up from his phone to look at his best friend. “It's Sade. You have no memory, 'Ren. She always hums when one of their songs, come on.”
He still used Shazam to find out the exact name of the song and added it to the ‘sweet baby’ playlist that he, Eren, and Ony had created to catalog all your favorite songs.
“She's wearing a new dress,” Ony noticed. The three boys' eyes ran over your body.
You were wearing a new dress that you had bought the day before. It hugged your chubby body perfectly, stopping halfway up your thick thighs. The pale pink fabric brought out the luminous glow of your brown skin. Made of satin and molding to your curves in the most exquisite way, with thin straps that barely supported your breasts, the ribbon bow at the center of your chest made your sexy outfit cute. Your long braids was tied in a low bun held by a ribbon bow at the back, leaving your pretty round face uncovered. Your eyelids were enhanced with glittery pink eyeshadow, your long false eyelashes made your gaze so seductive, and your lips were glossy, looking so delicious. A literal angel. Eren, Ony, and Connie would eat you up if they could.
Eren adjusted his bulge in his black sweatpants and tried to look away so as not to worsen his erection by staring at you, while Connie and Ony were still staring, completely unashamed of looking like creeps. Your Mary Jane heels clicked on the floor as you walked around the restaurant taking orders from your little notebook, and when you arrived at the three men's table, your eyes lit up, happy to see them.
They were your favorite customers. They'd been coming to eat at the restaurant three times a week for at least a year. You didn't know how they'd managed to always be there during your shifts—Connie had threatened your boss to give him your work schedule—but it was always a pleasure to see them. They always complimented you and were so sweet to you, nothing like the old men who had wives and looked at you with lust in their eyes.
The most intimidating one was Eren. He was always dressed in black with a hood over his head that hid his face, but you could glimpse his neck tattoos peeking out from under his hoodie. His eyes were always hald-lidded and red from weed, staring intensely into your soul when you took his order, sending shivers down your spine. He was known as the university's plug; you'd never used his services, but his deep voice spoke to you so sweetly that you considered buying from him so he could talk to you privately.
The friendliest was Ony. Compared to Eren's dark appearance, Ony exuded light. You would have to be a psychoapth to not to like Ony's intelligence and kindness. He loved fashion and taking care of himself, you both always talked about skincare and clothes. He played basketball on your university team, making him the most popular of the trio. You loved learning about his sport, and hear the passion in his voice when he talked about Lamelo Ball. He was a bit of a star on campus but was the least arrogant man you'd ever met, always smiling softly when you talked to him, making you feel so safe and care for.
The most flirtatious was Connie. You could never look him in the eye when he called you ‘princesa’, joking about how you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. You never knew if he called you ‘mami’ just because it was normal for latino men, or if he was actually trying to flirt with you. Like Eren, he often wore his hood up, hiding his eyebrow piercings, but he wasn't as intimidating. He always had a teasing glint in his eyes that made you flutter.
“Hey,” you said shyly, approaching their table.
As always, Eren was stoned out, his pupils dilated as he looked at you, making your spine tingle. Ony’s lips curved into a smile, clenching his tattooed hand to bump his fists against yours.
You didn’t have any friends because of your social anxiety, only Jean as a boyfriend, so it always made you happy when they treated you like one of their own, even though they were just regular customers you sometimes ran into at university.
“The usual?” you asked, already knowing what they were going to order. A cheeseburger with fries for Ony (don’t tell Reiner, his coach, that he loves that), a steak with fries for Eren, and a salad for Connie.
“No, I want something sweeter today,” Connie replied, leaning back against the back of his chair. Eren smirked, understanding perfectly what his best friend really wanted.
“You just want dessert today?” You tilted your head.
Ony’s eyes softened; you looked so cute with your head cocked to the side.
“Nah.” Connie’s voice grew seductive. “Just you.”
Your autistic brain, which didn’t quite grasp irony and sarcasm, made you wear a confused expression. “Hm, what do you mean?”
Connie just licked his lips, his gaze lingering on your fat thighs. “Nothing, mami.”
“Is that a new dress?” Ony asked, tugging at the hem. “You always wear frilly dresses.”
“Yes!” you exclaimed, enthusiastic and all smiles. You loved fashion so much; you were happy that Ony, who was also a fashion boy, noticed your new clothes. “My boyfriend said frills were childish, so I’m trying out a new style.”
The trio frowned and looked at each other, silently saying, “We should kill that motherfucker.”
“Break up with him,” Eren advised, his face hard.
You shook your head, your heart squeezing painfully at the thought of leaving the only man who accepted your autism without judging you. “N-No, it’s okay.” You looked at your feet, your lips trembling as you realized that the only reason you were with Jean was because he didn’t make you feel different from other girls, not because you actually loved him. You needed so much validation from others.
Ony caressed your thigh, sliding his hand up under your dress to grasp the plushness.
“Hey, it’s okay, baby. ‘Ren is kidding.’”
“I’m dead serious, man.”
Ony's gentle caresses on your skin relaxed you, and your autistic brain didn't really grasp that this was inappropriate contact between friends. You just thought he was being kind. Your face softened, and Ony took a perverse pleasure in exploiting your lack of understanding of social cues.
After the chef prepared their meals, you brought them. As you placed the tray on their tables, you dropped a glass, which shattered. You apologized and bent down to pick up the shards, the skirt of your dress lifting up. Eren glanced at your ass, now visible to everyone, lingering on the way your panties molded your folds. His gut twisted in arousal.
“Connie, take a picture,” Eren whispered.
“I’m your lapdog or something? I only like orders from her, idiot,” Connie muttered but silently took a picture of your body under your dress. They had a whole dossier like that. Photos of you smiling at other customers, photos of you space-outing, photos of you studying in the university library… They were perverts. And stalkers. They didn't really care that it was wrong.
When you finally picked up your mess from the floor, you gave them a shy smile that accentuated their secret erections before walking away.
What a cute angel. You had no idea these men were devils.
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'I saw Jean with a girl at a frat party, I'm so sorry sweetheart I think he's cheating on you :(('
Your stomach dropped when you saw Sasha's text message, your world crumbled in minutes.
It wasn't possible.
You and Jean had been together for two years. You'd experienced all your firsts with him. He was the first boy who didn't think you were too much, the first boy who didn't seem to see your autism as a burden, the first boy who made you believe that a weird girl like you could finally be loved. He couldn't have cheated on you. Jean loved you. He told you every day. You weren't too much for him. Please, you hope it was a misunderstanding.
You got out of bed, where you'd been studying your botany books, and went to your closet. You'd never been to a frat party because your social anxiety made it difficult for you. Places where there were too many people scared you too. You preferred to stay safe in your apartment, in your bed with satin sheets and stuffed with plushies.
You slipped into a pink denim skirt, a matching bustier top, and your white Naked Wolfe platform boots. You let your long pale pink goddess braids cascade down your back, hoping your outfit was cool enough for a frat party and people wouldn’t overdose with all the pink on you.
Sasha sent you the address, and you left your apartment with a knot in your stomach.
A two-year relationship couldn't end like this. Jean loved you, right? You weren't some unlovable woman who was going to end up alone for the rest of her life, were you?
You clutched the strap of your bag, looking at the floor as you entered the frat house. You didn't want to see the sea of students; it would trigger a panic attack. Rap music blasted from the party's big speakers; maybe a Big Boogie song. People laughed and yelled along to the lyrics. The smell of alcohol, tobacco, and marijuana were everywhere, and you felt like you were in hell. There were too many stimuli all around you, enveloping you and making your brain confused, unable to function properly.
You raised your head, your heart pounding. You had to look around to find Jean. You inspected the ground floor, trying to ignore how your body stiffened when you brushed against the sweaty bodies of the dancers. You hated physical contact because of your autism; you needed to be in a comfortable environment to be touched because of your sensory issues. Sex needed to be gradual.
And then, as you climbed the stairs, reaching the first floor, you saw him.
Pressing Mikasa's body against the wall, his head buried in her neck, his hips grinding into her.
You stood paralyzed, watching them, your heart aching.
You knew Mikasa well. She was a goth girl who was in the same major as Jean. You'd already seen them hanging out together, and Jean had told you she was just a friend.
You didn't yell that he was an asshole. You didn't try to separate them.
You turned around, went downstairs, and left the fraternity house to sit on the sidewalk.
Was it because she understood sarcasm and didn't need the same jokes repeated to her to get the humor?
Was it because she knew how to be quiet when she was passionate about something instead of yapping for hours about a topic nobody cared about, annoying everyone around you?
Was it because she didn't shut down when she was upset?
Was it because she knew how to recognize her feelings when she experienced strong emotions instead of being unable to speak and explain what she felt?
Was it because she didn't need childish things like plushies for comfort?
Was it because she was interested in grown-up things instead of being obsessed with dolls?
You wrapped your arms around your knees and let the tears flow.
As always, because of your autism, you never knew what you were feeling and struggled to identify your emotions. Was it heartbreak? You weren't even in love with Jean. He was just a boy who gave you attention when everyone else rejected you.
No, it was failure.
Failure because you were both not enough and too much. You just wanted to curl up in bed, hug your plushies tightly, and forget that you were an unlovable woman.
To make matters worse, a torrential downpour soaked your clothes, making them wet and sticky, sending shivers of discomfort down your spine. You hated it when your clothes felt too tight because of your sensory issues; it almost hurt and could cause meltdowns.
A flashback of Jean telling you he loved you in the missionary position and that you were his favorite girl intensified your tears.
Could you really blame Jean?
Who would want a girl like you?
A shy girl who was scared of eye contact, never spoke in public, and barely managed to hold a conversation without getting distracted.
You wished you were a normal girl. You wished you were better at hiding your symptoms. You wished you fit in more easily in society.
“Who stole your smile, mami?” A deep voice boomed in front of you, and someone flicked your forehead. You lifted your teary eyes and met Connie's gaze. Next to him, Eren had his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans, his hood still pulled up, but you could see his concerned expression. Ony held a coat over you to keep the rain from soaking you even more.
You parted your lips, trying to speak, but no words came out. You felt so many emotions that your brain couldn't function anymore. You were happy to see them; they always brightened your day, but tonight, you were so depressed. You failed at love. You were unlovable.
The combination of your clothes clinging to your skin, the loud music blasting from the frat house, and your pain—you just buried your head in your thighs, ignoring everything around you.
Several muscular arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground, and when you raised your head, you were sitting in a car with them.
They drove for a good hour on purpose so you could calm down and refocus on your bodily sensations. The silence of the car calmed your distress for a moment, and you remained silent until they drove you to their apartment.
You were so depressed that you followed them without a word to their place, instead of asking them for a ride home. When you entered their living room, you sat on their couch, staring at the floor.
Eren casually slumped down next to you and put an arm around your shoulders.
“Where is my bubbly girl?”
“Dead,” you muttered.
He chuckled lowly.
“Don’t say stuff like this, I would be very heartbroken if you died.”
“I doubt it.” You were playing with the bottom of your skirt. “You will replace me easily like my boyfriend did when he cheated on me.”
Eren glanced at Ony, seeming to say ‘emotional stuff is for you, man’, and Ony sat down next to you. He placed his hand on your thick thigh, squeezing the plushness, his voice gentle.
“He cheated on you?”
You nodded, silently. There was nothing else to say.
“You don’t feel like you can change him and the need to go back to him like some abused women do?” Connie asked, standing with his hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Not really. I think it’s clear I wasn’t the right woman for him.”
“You mean, he wasn’t the right man for you,” Eren corrected.
“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t blame him.”
Connie tsked.
“Princesa, you talk like those abused women.”
“Yeah,” Ony joined the conversation, “I don’t like how you’re talking right now, mama.”
Your eyes watered again as you thought of all the reasons Jean was right to cheat on you.
“You don’t understand,” you sniffed.
Eren leaned against you, his warm breath caressing your neck as he spoke into your ear, his deep voice making you shiver.
“Then explain, sweetheart.”
Ony kissed the tears that were running down your chubby cheeks, and you suddenly felt strangely cared for. Like a warm blanket over your bruised heart. Wrapped in gentle warmth. In the light of affection, not the darkness of rejection.
Maybe they'll understand if you explain? Maybe you weren't really alone in the world?
“I was homeschooled because I had school phobia,” you said shyly. They all listened attentively without saying a word. “I didn't understand the children around me, so it created anxiety. I didn't learn how to mask my autism because I was never in contact with the outside world and my parents were overprotective. So, I just… live my life without hiding my symptoms.”
“That's actually a good thing, you're sincere,” Connie commented, kneeling down to rest his head on your lap. You ran your hands over his bleached buzzcut, your autistic brain fascinated by the feel of his short, freshly shaved hair. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you realized you were the center of attention, making you even more timid than you already were.
“Not really,” you hesitated, “you need to mask your autism to fit in. Only people who want to be outcasts don’t mask it.”
“I’m an asshole, I don’t try to soften up for people, and I have a very good social life,” Eren grumbled, absolutely disagreeing with what you were saying. You didn’t need to perform a personality that wasn’t yours to be accepted; just being yourself was enough.
“That’s right, Eren is the worst person I know.”
Eren glared at Ony who had said that, his brown, lidded eyes shooting daggers, but Ony smirked at him.
“What’s your point, mami? Are you saying Jean cheated on you because you’re not masking your autism?” Connie ignored these two best friends, focused on your suffering.
Your breath hitched when you gazed into his eyes and saw only care, concern, and affection.
“I’m just saying… Maybe if I was a normal girl, maybe he wouldn’t—”
“You know what to do when a boy cheats on you?” He cut in.
You shook your head.
“You show him you’re wanted elsewhere.” He lifted the hem of your skirt to place kisses on your plush thighs, his lips soft against your skin.
“W-Wait,” his kisses made you tickle, “Connie, you’re—”
“Get revenge on that bastard with us.” Eren buried his head in your neck, and your body warmed as you felt his hot tongue on your flesh. Ony slipped his hand under your top to knead one of your breasts. His hand was so large it enveloped it perfectly, making you flustered.
Your brain was in overdrive. Just seconds before, you had been crying because you were suffering from your disability, and now three hot men were kissing and touching you intimately.
An hour ago, you would have pushed them away because you had a boyfriend, but now?
Your freaky side had awakened, your cunt throbbing at the thought of letting yourself be manhandled by three men.
“How do I get revenge?” You whispered, your voice sounding innocent as if you weren't squeezing your thighs together to hide the smell of your arousal from Connie.
“You know damn well, sweetheart,” Eren chuckled before catching a piece of your skin between his teeth and sucking it vociferously. A wave of heat snaked through your lower abdomen and up your upper body, warming your entire being.
Your cheeks burned, feeling slutty for even liking the attention the three men were giving you.
Connie took his phone out of his jeans pocket, turned on the camera to record a video. He spread your legs and lifted your skirt, filming your clothed pussy where a wet spot resided.
“You’re gonna show that dumbass that if he doesn’t want you, other men will take good care of you,” he asserted, rubbing his fingers on the darker part of your panties, making you shiver.
You didn't think Jean would really care if you were getting laid by other men; he'd already shown enough that he didn't give a damn about you. But you said nothing, because part of you was thrilled at the idea of a foursome.
When you were 18, you had a list of things you wanted to experience once you were cured of your social anxiety. Group sex was one of the things on the list. You were a freaky girl, what can you say? It was time to make one of your dreams come true.
“You’re not gonna eat her out before me,” Eren pushed Connie’s head from between your legs.
“Nobody likes chubby women more than me, so yeah, I’m gonna eat her out first.” Connie bit Eren’s hand before nibbling at the inside of your thighs. “Right, baby? Nobody likes your body more than me?” He looked up at you, his voice sultry.
Before you could answer, Eren’s hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you closer. You gasped, your breath coming in the tightness of the pressure, and when you turned your head toward him, his intense eyes made you swallow hard. There was something terrifying about him in that moment.
“Don’t even answer his question, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I love you more than him.” He crushed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. An electric current pulsed beneath your skin. You closed your eyes, enjoying the intensity of the kiss. There was something about Eren's intimidating aura that made you want to be an obedient girl, fulfilling his every desire and simply pleasing him. You moaned into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, kissing you as if he had something to prove. His hand tightened around your throat, making sure you knew who was in charge.
When he pulled away, your eyes fluttered open. His gaze was burning hot, and you almost wanted to tell everyone to leave so he could kiss you like that all night.
Ony's eyes narrowed when he saw the interaction between you and Eren. That bastard. Eren had always been possessive; it didn't surprise him that he was trying to monopolize you.
There had always been a kind of tension between the three boys. As many people said, there was always a duo in a trio, and that was the case with them. Ony and Connie always teamed up to annoy Eren, ragebaiting him and provoking his anger issues.
Now that they were in love with the same girl, it was a race to see who would be your favorite. Ony could no longer count on Connie to beat Eren; he had to assert himself.
While Eren was dominant, Ony was the gentlest man alive. Most of his exes had left him because he was too nice, but he wasn't heartbroken. He didn't want to become a bully like Eren to be appreciated for who he truly was. He was going to find a girl who would find comfort in his kindness, not get bored by his loving caresses, and be satisfied by his gentle side. He was determined to make sure that girl was you.
“Stop choking her, that's not how you treat the girl of your dreams.”
“I touch her however I want. She seems to like it, doesn't she ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚?”
You looked back and forth between Eren and Ony, silent before giggling softly.
“I like you both.”
“Nah, you need to choose someone.” Eren’s hand around your throat moved down to caress your pudgy belly beneath your top, and he sucked on your earlobe. Ony lifted your top to just above your breasts before leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth. You didn't even think about sucking in your stomach or trying to position yourself in a way that would lessen the sagness of your breasts. You were comfortable, felt pretty under their hands and lips, your body hot all over.
Connie slapped your thigh.
“Stop focusing on these useless men, mami,” he muttered.
He caressed your clothed core, making gentle back-and-forth movements that transformed into circular motions around your clit. His hot breath on you, his intense gaze, and his calloused fingers against you were an explosive cocktail that already had you trembling.
“Sensitive as fuck,” he chuckled. “Autism or you’re just needy?”
“Both,” you breathed shyly.
The wet patch grew larger as Connie played with your clothed pussy. A frenzy took hold of your body. The atmosphere was perfect, the touches were intentional and tailored to your needs; you didn't feel overwhelmed by the sensory stimulation. Ony's mouth on your breast, Eren's teeth on your lob, and Connie's fingers pressing against you… It was so simple, yet perfect.
You rocked your hips against Connie's hands. “I want more, please.” Your neediness was barely concealed in your voice.
Connie smirked. “Yeah? What does my girl want?”
"Um… You know what I want," you whispered, feeling so shy you would have hidden under the sofa if you could. Being a shy, introverted girl in a freak body was a nightmare. You wanted to be slutted out so badly but struggled to get there.
"You have no game, Connie," Eren mocked, his hand still gently caressing your stomach. His petty laugh was hoarse and sent waves of pleasure into your center.
Connie ignores his best friend and slowly took off your panties. You hated thongs and very thin panties with your sensory issues, you were glad nobody made fun of your plain pink cotton underwear.
When he looked at your bare pussy, he had the same glint he had when he called you a ‘tremendo mango’ at the restaurant. For many weeks, you thought it was a cute way of showing appreciation with a fruit metaphor before googling and realizing it was a compliment on your looks in Cuba.
“So pretty.” The tip of his fingers wandered over the gossy folds just to feel your wetness and touch your cunt swollen with desire and expectation.
“Do you like sexual stimulation?” Ony asked gently, his tongue curling around your other brown nipple.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” You said, clueless, shivering again at Eren’s open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
“I mean sex toys and temperature play.”
Your lips parted in anticipation.
“If it’s gradual and we stop when it’s too much, I think it’s okay,” you smiled.
Ony was jealous of Connie at that moment because he would have eaten you for days for that cute expression.
Ony left the room, already missing his tongue on your body. But Eren’s on your neck was divine. He wasn’t ashamed to devour your neck, sucking on the bits of skin he had caught between his teeth, making you dizzy.
Connie set up his phone so he could film you and have his hands free. He sank his fingers between your lips, parting them, and the way he inspected your flesh made you nervous, but the sensation was so good, he chuckled every time you clenched your thighs too much.
“Focus on the top, please, Connie,” you said, trembling with longing to feel his touch on your clit.
“Nah. You’re not dominant enough for my submissive side, I’m bored.”
You widened your eyes as he withdrew his fingers and, in a panic, you grabbed his head, pressing it against your pussy. The vibrations of his laughter against you sent waves of electricity through your body, and when his tongue lapped through the folds, you saw stars. Ony returned with mysterious toys in his hands and glared at Connie, who had the chance to taste you first. You thought Ony was going to use the objects on you, but he sat down next to you and resumed sucking your nipples greedily, as if preparing you and testing waters. One hand on Connie's buzzcut, pressing it against you, the other on Ony's short black hair—with a fresh new fade because he doesn't play about his appearance, just like you (#besties)—you felt like a queen with her loyal maids existing to please you.
Eren had practically become a vampire with all the little bites he'd made on your neck.
"I could eat you up," he whispered, nuzzling you. "Why do you smell so good?"
“Well, to make perfume last longer, it’s recommended to start with a cream and then layer it with oils, butters, mists, and even Vaseline so it lasts longer. You also need a perfume with a high concentration, not just an eau de toilette—”
He bit you so hard you let out a pained moan.
“Nerdy ass.”
“She’s right, though,” Ony joined the conversation, leaving your nipples alone. “Men need to stop with cheap cologne and buy pure perfume. They buy Savage by Dior and are still surprised they don’t have game.”
“Not everyone is a self-care nerd like you, Ony,” Eren chuckled. “Opinion on Maison Crivelli?”
“You’re trying too hard to be niche, just buy Creed Aventus or some Armani stuff.”
“It’s $300, dumb ass.”
“You’re a rich plug, ‘Ren. But I would buy it for you if you weren’t the ban of my existence.”
“Is this… What they call ‘bromance’?” you added to the conversation in a frail voice because the way Connie was eating you out… You tried not to make a fool of yourself by whimpering like a dog in heat.
“More like rivalry,” Eren said, mock-disdain in his voice.
“He’s jealous because I’m taking care of you while he’s hurting you with his teeth,” Ony teased, clipping a nipple clamp to your little finger to check if the intensity of the fixed pressure and tension wasn’t too overwhelming. After receiving your blessing, he clipped them to your nipples, the silver chain connecting them contrasting with your princess-like appearance.
It felt a little painful… but the pain was exquisite, a sensation you hadn’t experienced before. You were discovering a masochistic side to yourself today.
“She looks so pretty like this,” Eren murmured, staring at your body. “I feel like I’m going to ruin her if I touch her more.” He put a little distance between you to unbutton his jeans and free his heavy erection.
Connie stopped eating you out for a moment. He collected a lot of your arousal on his hand to spread it on Eren's dick, making masturbation easier. You looked at Eren, amazed that he wasn't bothered by his best friend touching his cock. He smirked.
"Brotherhood, baby."
You burst out laughing but ended up moaning as Connie went back into business.
Ony and Eren glanced at each other, both captivated by the way you arched your back on the couch, your chest rising and falling, your lips agape.
Ony kissed your arm, along the length of it, as Eren shamelessly stroked his dick while staring at you.
"Ony, you need to fuck her first. I'm going to overwhelm her, I'll save my turn for last," Eren proposed, his voice raspier as his hand worked itself over.
"I like the way you're thinking," Ony smiled against your skin, happy to be the first. Connie's tongue traced around your clit. He was having fun. Sometimes he pressed the tip of his tongue against your clit without moving, to make you whimper; sometimes he made circles over it to make you tremble; or most of the time he avoided touching it so as not to overstimulate you and lapped through the folds. The combination of Ony's kisses returning to your neck, the nipple claws, Connie's tongue, and the sounds of Eren's hand rubbing together made you feel like you were overheating, until you finally exploded. It wasn't spectacular; your autism made you struggle to show big emotions on your face, but Connie and Ony caught the way your body was wracked with spasms and your lip was bitten.
"Now get out of the way." Ony pushed Connie aside, who was laughing at his best friend's excitement.
Connie got up from the floor and picked up his phone to be the cameraman again. Ony laid you down on the couch, resting your head on Eren's lap. Eren smirked at you, looking down at you, his erection just next to your shy face.
“Are we going to do double penetration at some point? Because I need to be prepared, it can hurt,” you said softly, anxiously. Your autistic brain needed to know all the preparations and plan everything in advance so you wouldn't be surprised when it happened. You constantly needed clear instructions and reassurance.
The three of them let out a quiet laugh.
Eren used the hand that didn't touch his length to stroke the top of your head.
“You are prepared, don't worry.”
Ony removed his clothes, and your jaw dropped at the sight of all the tattoos that adorned his dark brown skin, making him look intimidating and even sexier now. He lay on top of you, the hard planes of his body pressed against your soft curves. You felt the definition of his muscles against you, the proof of his dedication to his sport.
His head above you, his beauty and his handsomeness made your cunt clench.
“Hey,” you whispered softly.
“Hey.” He smiled wrapping your thick thigh around his waist. “How do you want it, love?”
You wrapped an arm around his neck, pressing him against you. “Slow and deep.”
“I’m gonna give you that.”
“I’m not this filming this sappy shit,” Connie grumbled.
“Yeah, they are acting as if my dick isn’t aching right now. The fuck you mean slow?” Eren added.
Ony and you ignored them. He kissed you as he lined his dick to your entrance and pushed his hips in. Your eyes widened at the size difference with Jean, and glanced at Eren, who also had a large one. Feeling full, you had trouble breathing as he bottomed out, and then being able to do it again when he moved his hips backward.
Ony felt Eren’s jealous glare in the back of his head and chuckled.
“Take care of my friend, baby,” he commanded.
With your free hand, you jerked your wrist to jerk Eren's cock, while Ony fucked you. Eren let out a groan of relief at the contact of your hand.
“Such a versatile girl,” Connie teased, making you flustered.
Ony was a precise man. He hated jackhammering during sex. All his thrusts were calculated to please his partner, not just to ejaculate. He was gentle, but incredibly intense. Slow thrusts didn’t mean no hard thrusts. So he angled his hips perfectly so that every time he hit the depth of your pussy, he struck a sensitive spot that made your chubby body tremble even if his pace was slow. The way your curves jiggled with his every move was mesmerizing, and all three men’s eyes in the room were fixed on you.
Your hand ran along Eren’s length, squeezing sometimes, stroking most of the time, as you moaned because of Ony fucking you. His hips slammed so hard against you, feeling so good, while still being gentle; this man was crazy. How was that possible? You hugged him more, wanting to make love with him forever.
Eren’s hand twitched at the top of your head, his breathing ragged. He didn't even contain his arousal for long and let himself cum on your face. You let out a chuckle at the surprise of the action. Ony leaned down to lick some of it on your cheek.
“Why are all of you so gay?” you asked, confused.
“Shhhh,” Ony pressed his lips against yours, continuing his slow love making
“Okay, Ony your time is up,” Eren muttered, punching Ony in the shoulder. Ony groaned, not even that close from release but agreed to withdraw from you. Eren cleaned your face with a tissue before placing a kiss on your forehead.
You let them manipulate your body into whatever position they wanted. You were now sitting on Connie, who had given the camera to Ony, with Eren positioned behind you.
You knew Eren was aggressive. You could feel it in his aura and the way he spoke to people. So, as both dicks slid inside you, your heart pounded with the excitement of being manhandled. It took a little while to adjust to the two cocks inside you, but once you were comfortable, Connie murmured, "Kiss me." You leaned down to give him what he needed.
You rocked your hips, Eren's and Connie's hands on them for the moment. Eren was dangerously calm as you rode Connie, and didn't give him much friction. The sweat that had accumulated on your back intensified as you thought about when Eren would snap and show his true colors.
“Boring,” he finally snapped, grabbing a handful of your braids and pulling them back, making you gasp.
On his knees on the couch, his hips moved back and forth at a punishing pace. Absolutely no attempt at a gradual rhythm to get you used to it; he didn’t care about your whimpers. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it.
Connie kept his hands on your hips, guiding them to gyrate on him. Sometimes, his hands moved up to touch your love handles, kneading your softness.
“The way we don’t need any lube,” Ony joked, moving closer to the trio, nudging his dick against your cheek while filming your flustered reaction. “You think you take three dicks inside you, baby?”
You nodded softly, wanting to please him. Eren released your hair to let you lean down to take Ony’s dick in your mouth. But Eren picked up the pace even more, hand on your back.
You almost choked on Ony’s dick with the aggressiveness of Eren’s thrusts, and the worst part was that Ony pushed his hips anyway. You looked up at him in surprise and he gave you a little smirk, zooming in on your betrayed expression.
“What is it? Your mouth is full of dick, you can’t tell me how betrayed you are that I have a bit of Eren in me. Poor you.”
Ony’s tone became more petty and you moaned on his dick, turned on by this new change of event. You hoped he would still have mostly his gentle side, but you don’t mind his mean side sometimes.
“Bounce that ass, bitch. You’re not doing enough for me,” Eren muttered.
Eren’s frantic pace made you gargling with Ony’s dick, the sound of it making the three men growl. Ony fed you his cock with quick snap of his hips, hitting the deepest spot you can take him. Connie played with your breasts and nipples clamps as he lifted his own pelvic floor to penetrate you deeper. Eren still stroked your braids even though he fucked you like he hated your guts.
The video continued to play, filming the spectacle.
But the camera will never be enough to understand the pleasure you were currently feeling. Hearing Ony groan because of you made you feel powerful. The fact that Eren fucked you like an animal made you let go. And Connie, who was a mix of both but in a submissive way, made you feel understood, since he saw your lack of confidence.
Everything was perfect.
But as always, your disability ruined everything.
Maybe they'll get tired of you like Jean did because of it. You patted Ony's thigh to let him know you wanted to stop, and when the boys realized you were overstimulated, they stopped everything, including the video.
It was like you had needles everywhere, and even the touch of a feather was unbearable. Anxiety and discomfort paralyzed you. You couldn't speak until the sensory overload dissipated, and you just sat on the sofa staring at the floor, extremely embarrassed by how you felt in front of them.
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𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…
They weren't making fun of you. They understood what was happening and turned off the lights to reduce sensory input and did breathing exercises with you. You begged them never to mention it again, it was so embarrassing and you felt bad about ruining everything, but they always reassured you that they didn't care.
Now, you were in a polyamorous relationship with them.
It happened so naturally. The day after they sent the video to Jean, you were bombarded with messages from him, but you ended up blocking him on Eren's orders. Sad about your breakup, Ony took you shopping with him, and Connie made you Cuban dishes that catered to your autistic food obsessions to comfort you.
After a few days, you had stopped thinking about Jean because you were always spending time with your new boyfriends.
They were all diametrically opposed, but all perfect for you.
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
This should have stayed private between you and Sasha.
When she asked you who your favorite boyfriend was, you told her you loved them all equally for different reasons, but that Ony was the one you felt the most cared for with.
One day, Eren was on your phone for some random reason, and Sasha sent you a TikTok about couples, saying, "That's so Ony, no wonder he is your favorite boyfriend."
You never saw Eren so angry.
No matter how much you explained the nuance of your opinion, he wouldn't listen and was deeply hurt that you were had a favorite in your relationship with them.
Connie was nonchalant, so he couldn't care less, but he wasn't helping to ease the tension in the apartment because Eren had been in a constant sour mood since the incident. During the week you made love individually, and on weekends you had foursomes, but Eren had stopped participating in anything.
Eren always played the bad boy, but he was one of the most emotional men in the world.
But, thinking about it, you understood why he was so hurt.
You and Eren had a somewhat special relationship. It had taken you weeks to get used to calling him by the word he wanted to hear from you, because it was new to you. But he deserved it. He lived up to the word. He had punched a guy at a frat party who had made fun of you for not talking much. He was the one who knew the signs of your sensory overload best. He gave you advice on how to earn more respect. He was all about making yourself respected, protected, and taken care of. A dad.
Of course, he was hurt that you felt more cared for by Ony than with him, just because Ony was gentler. It made him feel bad about his personality, about himself. He didn't want to be the favorite, but he didn't want to be one of the least liked of your quartet either.
“Eren, you're such a child,” you pouted when he continued to ignore you while he played Final Fantasy XV on the big TV in your apartment.
“You literally have stim toys,” he mumbled, not an ounce of gentleness in his voice, his jaw clenched.
“A real daddy wouldn't act like that.”
That's when you annoyed him. He threw his controller onto the couch, abandoning Noctis character, and ran after you. You screamed as he charged toward you and started running all over the apartment. Instinctively, you went into his room—big mistake. Eren locked the door and grabbed your braids, pulling you against his muscular chest. Eren had a sleeper build, thin from the outside, a greek god once naked.
“And a daddy wouldn’t fuck his daughter so what is your point, huh?” Eren mumbled.
You nuzzle his hard chest, not finding the comfort you can find in Connie’s body which is less muscular and softer. “Connie is better for hugging, like a real daddy,” you teased him.
“Strip.”
“Uh?”
“You’re going to learn who is really taking care of you in this house.”
── .✦ 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…
“I’m so sorry!” you cried, but it didn’t matter since Eren had pushed your face into the pillow. All your pleas, screams, and cries were muffled now. The only thing that could be heard was Eren’s ragged and your flesh bumping against each other. The backshots were crazy, and he wished he could send this to Connie.
“Sorry for what? Disobeying dad? Making fun of me? Be specific because you’ve been a really bad kid lately and it pissed me off,” he panted, picking up the pace, if that was even possible.
Your tears soaked the pillow and intensified as he thrust into you. It felt so good; before Eren, you didn’t know you could have sex like this because of your sensory issues. But it was perfect. Eren didn’t change much. He would always be dominant, and you would always be submissive. He would always choose positions where he was in control, always slap you, choke you, and spank you. It was very brutal, but it was so comforting for you, autistically. You loved routine. Eren's brutality was comforting.
“I love you, I'm sorry for saying Ony was my favorite,” you sniffed, lifting your head as best you could so he could hear you.
“You're only sorry because I'm fucking you to make you say it.”
“No, I—”
“I love Ony. He is the smartest man I know. People only care about his athletic performance, but he has a brilliant brain, very strategic. However,” he grumbled, “my kid can't love him that much.”
“You're right, I'm sorry,” you repeated like a robot because you wanted him to turn you over quickly so you could kiss your favorite angry boyfriend. “You're perfect for me, Eren.”
“Uh,” he smirked, his pace slowing down, “I don’t remember being called this.”
“Stop trying to make me embarrassed. Our relationship is already very weird,” you whispered.
“Ah, you're a hypocrite now? It's just because Connie came back from college a few minutes ago that you're whispering. When he's not there, you easily shout “i feel it in my belly daddy”. You think I'm stupid?”
“Shut your damn mouth, oh my god!” you screamed, mortified that Connie knew what you and Eren had as a dynamic. Connie was a bastard, he was gonna make fun of a dynamic that is deeper than just sex.
A deep chuckle rumbled in Eren’s chest. He pulled your thighs back so that you were lying down and in a prone bone position. He nuzzled your neck. “I accept the apologies of my daugther.”
“Ewwww.”
“Acting you’re not into that shit.”
You laughed and he kissed your skin, making you shiver.
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[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
goofiestcubandick69 : i just heard our girl call eren daddy in bed ??????????
lamelo’s left ball : wdym daddy that boy can’t even handle his own emotions
lamelo’s left ball : how he is gonna handle a kid
goofiestcubandick69 : thats what im saying
[...]
you : ummmm can yall forget this okay…….
worstpsychiatricpatient : im actually her dad tho
worstpsychiatricpatient : do you even know what is hyposensitivity in autism
lamelo’s left ball : you’re acting like that’s a fatal character flaw to not know
lamelo’s left ball : admitting you don’t know something is the first step to be smarter
goofiestcubandick69 : no but do she knows you ate your own shit when we were at the nursery
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : yeah thats what i thought
you : WTF ????????????????????
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐨𝐧𝐲 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Studying for exams was torture for your autism.
Exams disrupted all your routines; you now had to care about things you didn't care about, and you didn't dare complain to your boyfriends because you felt like you complained all the time. As if you had a monopoly on suffering. They suffered from exams too, and you didn't want to bother them with your usual autistic complaints.
You were trying not to burst into tears in the university library because of all the academic pressure and the sheer amount of material you had to study.
As you were reviewing your lectures’s notes, someone sat down next to you. A familiar scent of men's cologne made you stiffen as you looked at the person.
"Not sucking three dicks?" Jean smiled, but there was nothing warm in his expression.
“I’ll do what I want, you cheated on me,” you muttered, unsure of yourself, but like Eren and Connie had taught you to be more confident in your comebacks.
“You weren’t exactly the ideal girlfriend. They’ll leave you eventually and realize it too.” You looked away from the brown-haired man to your textbooks, your eyes welling with tears.
It was your biggest fear.
Being a burden to others. That’s why you tried not to complain too much about your autism so as not to bore your boyfriends.
You wanted your boyfriends to be able to talk about your personality first. About your love of pink. About your collection of perfumes and platform boots. About your knowledge of cosmetology. About your rare vintage clothes.
No, they had to tell all their friends during parties that you were autistic so no one would be mean to you because you didn't talk much because of not understanding the world around you and struggling to read the room.
You were chatty with your boyfriends because they had become routines. But anything new was difficult for you to understand, so you struggled to be yourself.
You shouldn't be ashamed of your disability, but a disability did what it did: it handicapped you in life.
"Many autistic people are happily married. My boyfriends are happy with me. You're the only idiot who can't leave me and prefers to be unfaithful," you said in a trembling voice before leaving the university library. You hoped your boyfriend were proud of you for standing for yourself.
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When sadness strikes, always turn to Ony. It should be a famous saying.
“Point in my life” by Gucci Mane was playing in the gym, accompanied by the sound of bouncing basketballs. You cheered Ony on as he made baskets for his practice. With each basket, you yelled, and he turned to look at you, laughing. The other people in the stands looked at you as if you were the male-centered protagonist of a romance novel, but you didn't care. Your baby, your man was surely going to be drafted this summer; he deserved all the praise!
When he finished his practice, you went to the locker room with him. You innocently watched all the men getting dressed in front of you, giving you strange looks, waiting to be alone with your lover.
Once alone, Ony d led you to the showers so you could get undressed.
“What’s on your mind? I know these eyes cried, ma’. Don’t fool me,” Ony murmured, kneeling before you when you were finally naked under the shower spray.
“W-What are you doing?”
He pressed your back against the shower wall and lifted one of your legs to his shoulder.
“You don’t know? Pussy eating therapy session.”
You burst into laughter at the absurdity but quickly panted when he buried his nose and mouth deep into wet folds.
“I… I feel like I’m going to burn out from the exams. It’s just too much. I can’t sleep because it stresses me out so much, and on top of that, I’m not doing my usual routines anymore, so I’m not myself anymore,” you paused to let out a moan as his tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot. “I cry all the time when I study, and I didn’t want to seem like an attention whore by talking to you about my problems.”
Indulging in your arousal, he groaned at the scent of you; it made him lose his mind. He moved his tongue deeper, lapping at you, twisting it inside.
“I’m scared you, Connie and Eren will leaving me because of my autism.”
That made him stop completely, and he looked at you in horror.
“The fuck?”
Thinking about what Jean said made your eyes water, and fed up, you sobbed. Sometimes you laughed, sometimes you cried; these days you didn’t even remember yourself.
“Mama,” he said softly, rising from the floor to embrace you, kissing your cheek wet not from the shower but from your tears. “Who put these shitty ideas in your head?”
“M-My ex…”
“And what did I tell you about that motherfucker?”
“That he was stupid to look at any other woman but me.”
“Exactly, so why do you listen to him?”
“I don’t know, he was as loving as you all, and still cheated.”
“Being loving doesn’t mean shit. He never helped you during a meltdown. We did. A lot. I hope he dies.”
You widened your eyes. “Don’t say that!”
“What are you gonna do with your socially anxious ass to make me stop, huh?”
You pouted. “Nothing…”
“Right, now let me fuck you good, you need it.”
He lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he stood pushing you against the wall.
He kissed you as his dick slid in, all his affection communicate through his tongue, his kiss, the way his hips slammed again you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands stroking his short hair under the shower jet which dampened it into tight curls.
“I feel so safe with you, Ony. Sorry for what I said, I trust you. I’m a bit tired because of school, I think,” you whispered against his lips.
“Yeah? You’re not gonna listen to this dumbass again?”
You shook your head.
“Proud of my sweet girl.”
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐨𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
goofiestcubandick69 : are yall into public sex
you : NO!!!!!!!!!!
worstpsychiatricpatient : yea
lamelo’s left ball : hell no
lamelo’s left ball : nobody looks at my girl like that
goofiestcubandick69 : then why there is a rumor on the campus about our girl looking at naked men with you
worstpsychiatricpatient : thats even gayer than when he licked my cum
lamelo’s left ball : we masturbated together in middle school eren
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : man you’re a child
goofiestcubandick69 : and gay
goofiestcubandick69 : ony i didnt forget
goofiestcubandick69 : you put MY girl with naked men
goofiestcubandick69 : tf is wrong with you
lamelo’s left ball : why are we focused on ME when SHE was in my male locker room ?????
goofiestcubandick69 : mi princesa can do no wrong
goofiestcubandick69 : soy su perro
you : exactlyyyyyy
[worstpsychiatricpatient is back in the chat.]
worstpsychiatricpatient : two dumb bitches telling each other ‘exactlyyyyyy’
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : this man is true to his @
goofiestcubandick69 : don’t call mi princesa a bitch u motherfucker
goofiestcubandick69 : but call me a bitch if you want to i’m into that
you : ????????
lamelo’s left ball : he has the nerve to call eren gay
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
If Eren was your angry boyfriend, Ony your gentle lover, Connie should be your sexy latino man?
That's what everyone thought about Connie.
On campus, the girls with a latino men fetish are interested in him because of his accent. His tattoos. His piercings. His immigrant status. He knows these white american girls well, girls who see latin America as a land full of sexy men, who think latin culture is just about aesthetics. So he created three phases to find the right people for him.
First, phase number 1, which attracts all the girls: The laid-back latino.
Sweatpants. Tattoos. Laid-back persona. Stoned out a lot. Hanging out with the university's plug Eren and the university's star, Ony. Calling any girl 'mami'. The girls love it, adore it, and can't get enough.
Then, he reveals a little bit of himself, and that's when things get out of hand.
There's his "goofy" phase, when he shows how weird and funny he can be, even if it makes him less of a stereotypical latino man.
99% of the girls leave or get the ick.
That's how he knew you were the one because you never thought much of his goofy behavior sometimes and just went along with him. He feels so normal with you; he doesn't have to perform some racist stereotype with you, you just accept him with all his facets.
Now, he can finally show his final layer: his submissive side.
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Being the dominant one in the relationship was so much fun.
Of course, you liked being manhandled by Eren, or being praised by Ony.
But it was just as exciting as getting what your submissive man wanted tonight.
“Do whatever you want to do to me in my sleep. If I don’t wake up with you fucking me, I’m gonna blow up the apartment.”
You and Connie looked at each other during dinner, even when you were on Eren’s lap or in Ony’s arms. You both knew you were going to have fun tonight when everyone was asleep. You were going to have fun when he was asleep.
You crept into his room so as not to wake him. You climbed onto the bed and noticed he wasn’t wearing a blanket or a shirt. You chuckled; he was really waiting for this.
You leaned down to kiss all over his chest and abdomen, your tongue flicking around his navel piercing and all his tattoos.
His body shivered, but he didn't open his eyes.
You stripped him of the rest of his clothes and spat on your bare breasts, then smeared the saliva on the inside of your breasts. Your mouth watered at his hard pierced dick that reacted to your kisses. Big. Thick. Exactly the type of dick you wanted to rub your tits around.
You gently palmed his cock before placing it between your breasts. You added more saliva to your mess as you kneaded your breasts around him. The situation was oddly stimulating sensorially with the softness of your chest and the humidity of your saliva.
“Mami, I missed you,” Connie murmured, voice still sleepy as he rubbed his eyes.
You gave him an affectionate smile. “What do you want tonight?”
“Uh, you never learn? My body belongs to you. You’re the one who chooses everything.”
A fire snaked through your belly, igniting your insides.
You stopped what you were doing even though you saw disappointment in his eyes, but they lit up when you sat on his pelvis, sliding down his dick.
“Oh hell yeah,” he moaned, his hands coming to your hips but you slapped him.
“I didn’t say you could do that, Connie,” you chided him. “Put your hands above your head, I’ll slap you if you move them.”
His gut twisted with arousal, he absolutely nodded and obeyed with enamored eyes.
You couldn't say no to people but were able to slap your man, the duality of an autistic freaky woman.
You leaned down to stabilize yourself on his shoulders. Lifting yourself off his cock, you slid down again brutally, making him gasp and whine for more. When he whined too much, you slapped him and told him to stop. He almost cummed and bit his lower lip till it bled not to.
You did everything you wanted to Connie. A slow pace when your legs were tired. At fast pace, fucking yourself on his dick. Sometimes, you turned over and he thanked God women existed just to see your ass gyrating in front of him.
When you were the dominant one, you experienced less sensory overload during sex, that’s why you loved having sex with Connie so much.
You rode him, rocking your hips against him, your tits bouncing, looking like a voluptuous succubus who haunted him at night. It made him lose his mind, and spouting nonsense, his brain going dumb.
“Yesterday I genuinely cried because I wanted to eat you out but it was Ony’s day, so I ate so many sweets just to feel you on my tongue.”
Your heart fluttered and you leaned down to kiss him. “You’re so cute and weird, Connie.”
He forgot about the rules and just hugged his favorite girl ever.
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[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
worstpsychiatristpatient : how do you cope with the fact that your girl is a rapist
you : WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
you : ???????????
goofiestcubandick69 : she cant rape me since i am her slave
goofiestcubandick69 : my body is her propriety
worstpsychiatristpatient : not only my girl is a rapist
worstpsychiatristpatient : but she uses mind control
goofiestcubandick69 : exactly
goofiestcubandick69 : my mind is controlled by her
goofiestcubandick69 : i always think of my girl
lamelo’s left ball : i’m employed what happened
you : eren discovered somno
[lamelo’s left ball is now offline.]
goofiestcubandick69 : thats why i love ony
goofiestcubandick69 : he knows how to mind his own business
worstpsychiatristpatient : just so you know i called the police
worstpsychiatristpatient : mind u i’m the only one who have a real job and a dangerous one at that
worstpsychiatristpatient : so fuck u lamelo wannabe
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“Ma’, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
Ony took the star you were trying to put on top of the fake pink tree Connie had found on some niche website. He placed it where you wanted it.
“There is no way, it’s really the only color we will ever see at Christmas,” Eren grumbled, rummaging through the Christmas decorations you and Connie had bought weeks earlier, appalled by all the pink in them. “Christmas is green and red!”
“Well, it’s my girl’s world so I don’t care about Christmas rules,” Connie mumbled, taking a drag of his blunt, sitting on the couch.
“And you guys also have pink Christmas pajamas to wear!” you said excitedly, pulling out the pink pajama sets with snowflake patterns.
Eren winced, Connie gave a thumbs-up, and Ony chuckled. But they wore them all, just for your beautiful eyes.
It was going to be a fun Christmas, but you wouldn't trade places for anything in the world.
Because you were with the three loves of your life. In no particular order. Just the trio of your heart.
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the worst part about being satoru gojo’s PR manager isn’t the scandals. it’s the fact he knows how to use his tongue
MDNI ✰ oral (fem receiving) ✰ a lot of pussy eating in here... ✰
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You sighed deeply as you scrolled through the latest disaster on your phone, the glow of the screen illuminating your tired face in the back of the sleek black SUV. Another night, another scandal. As his personal PR manager for the past two years, you’d become an expert at spinning chaos into manageable headlines. But tonight’s mess was particularly sticky.
The tabloids were exploding with photos of Gojo at an exclusive club in Tokyo, shirt half-unbuttoned, surrounded by three models and what looked suspiciously like cocaine on a glass table. The headlines screamed: Gojo Satoru’s Wild Night: Actor or Party Demon?
Your fingers flew across the keyboard, drafting the official statement you’d already sent to the press an hour ago: “Mr. Gojo was attending a private charity event and the images have been taken out of context. He remains committed to his fans and upcoming film projects.”
You rubbed your temples. Gojo had more scandals than some celebrities had followers. Drunken karaoke brawls, leaked videos of him making out with co-stars, rumors of underground fight clubs where he used his “sorcerer” persona from his most recent series for show, and the endless parade of women. Yet the public loved him. The blue-eyed menace was box office gold, and his supernatural charm made him untouchable.
The car door opened. Gojo slid in beside you, all long limbs and effortless arrogance. His white hair was messy, those striking blue eyes hidden behind his usual black sunglasses. He flashed that infuriating grin.
“Missed me, princess?” he drawled, leaning back against the leather seat.
“You’re late,” you said flatly, not looking up from your tablet. “And you smell like vodka and that strong ass cologne.”
He laughed, low and warm. “That’s my signature scent. Want a closer whiff?”
You ignored the flutter in your stomach. This was the game you two played. He caused fires. You put them out. And somehow, over time, the tension between you had grown thicker than the NDA you made every woman he slept with sign.
“Three models, Satoru? Really? The video is trending. I had to call in every favor with the tabloids to kill the worst angles.”
He shrugged, stretching his long legs until his thigh pressed against yours. “They were just fans. Harmless fun.”
“Harmless doesn’t get you trending for all the wrong reasons.” You finally met his gaze—or what you could see of it. “This is the fourth scandal this month. I’m running out of ways to make you look like a misunderstood genius instead of a chaotic himbo.”
Gojo’s grin widened. He reached over and plucked the tablet from your hands, setting it aside. “You’re so good at your job, though. That’s why I keep you around.”
His voice dropped, playful but edged with something darker. Heat. “And because I like rewarding my best girl.”
Your breath caught. This wasn’t new. After particularly brutal clean-ups, Gojo had a habit of “thanking” you in ways that blurred every professional line. You told yourself it was just stress relief. A transaction. But the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in his chaotic world that actually mattered—made it dangerous.
The driver raised the partition without being asked.
Gojo’s hand slid onto your knee, long fingers tracing slow circles. “C’mere. Let me show my appreciation.”
“Backseat of a car, Satoru?” you muttered, but your body was already betraying you, thighs pressing together. "Really?"
“Private enough.” He tugged you onto his lap with that effortless strength, your pencil skirt riding up as you straddled him. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking the fabric. “You’ve been working so hard for me. Cleaning up my messes. Dealing with my shit. Don’t you deserve a treat?”
You shivered as he pushed his sunglasses up, revealing those glowing blue eyes.
His mouth found your neck first, hot and teasing, sucking lightly just below your ear while he loosened your blouse. “Let me eat that pretty pussy, baby. Been thinking about it since the club. Nothing tastes better after a long night of damage control.”
You gasped as he lifted you, maneuvering you until your back was against the opposite seat and he was on his knees between your legs. The man who commanded screens and sold out arenas was kneeling for you. Gojo pushed your skirt higher, fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your thighs with deliberate slowness.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, voice husky. “Already wet for me. My perfect little manager.”
He spread your thighs wider, exposing you completely in the dim light of the car. His breath ghosted over your core, making you twitch. Then his tongue—hot, wet, and devastating—dragged a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.
You moaned, hand flying to his white hair. Gojo hummed in satisfaction, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He licked you like he had all the time in the world, like cleaning up his scandals was worth every second of this reward. His tongue circled your clit with precision, then dipped lower, pushing inside you teasingly before returning to suck gently on that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Satoru—” you whimpered, hips rolling against his face.
He gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open as he devoured you. The obscene sounds filled the car: wet slurps, your desperate gasps, his low groans of approval.”
“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled against your folds, lips shiny with your arousal. “Better than any model. Sweeter than revenge. This is what I want after every fuck-up. Your legs around my head while I make you cum.”
Two long fingers slid inside you without warning, curling perfectly against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking harder while his fingers pumped in a steady rhythm. The coil in your belly tightened fast.
You came with a cry, thighs trembling around his ears as pleasure crashed through you. Gojo didn’t stop, licking you through it, drawing out every aftershock until you were panting and oversensitive.
When he finally pulled back, his grin was soaked and smug. “That’s one. Think you can handle more before we get to the hotel?”
The pattern repeated over the next few weeks, each scandal bigger than the last.
First came the leaked audio of Gojo trash-talking a rival actor during a press junket. You spent three days negotiating with studios and issuing apologies. That night, in his penthouse overlooking Tokyo, he laid you out on his massive bed and spent nearly an hour between your thighs. He edged you mercilessly—long, slow licks followed by fast flicks of his tongue—until you were begging. When you finally came, he kept going, making you squirt for the first time while laughing softly against your pussy.
“You’re so good at making me look innocent,” he praised, chin glistening. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”
Then there was the nightclub fight video. Gojo had “accidentally” flipped a table on some guy who’d gotten handsy with one of his female co-stars. The internet called it assault. You called it a PR nightmare. After three all-nighters and a carefully crafted statement about “self-defense,” Gojo rewarded you in his private jet on the way to a premiere.
He had you bent over the leather couch, skirt flipped up, face buried between your cheeks from behind. His tongue fucked into you while his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles. The altitude and the thrill of being so high up made everything more intense. You came twice before landing, legs shaking so badly he had to carry you off the plane.
Each time, the rewards grew more intense. Gojo was insatiable when it came to you. He loved how composed you were in public—cool, professional, the one who tamed his chaos—and how completely you fell apart for him in private.
One particularly bad week culminated in a leaked sex tape rumor (thankfully fake, but the damage was done). You worked miracles to kill the story. That evening, Gojo didn’t even wait for the car to leave the underground garage of his building.
He dropped to his knees right there, pushed you against the hood of his expensive car, and ate you out like a man starved. Cars drove past on the street level above, but down here it was just the two of you. His tongue was merciless, fingers deep inside you, curling and scissoring while he sucked your clit until you saw white. You came so hard you nearly slid off the hood. He caught you, laughing that rich, cocky laugh.
“My perfect girl,” he whispered, kissing your inner thighs. “I make the messes. You clean them. And I make you scream.”
Months passed. The dynamic deepened.
You stopped pretending it was just rewards. Gojo started showing up at your apartment unannounced, glasses off, eyes soft in a way the public never saw. He’d pull you into his lap on the couch, not always for sex. Sometimes just to talk—about the pressure of being watched all of the time, the loneliness of fame, how your steady presence was the only thing keeping him grounded.
But the sex... the sex was still his favorite way to say thank you.
One night after he’d been caught leaving a love hotel with a famous idol (another fabricated story you’d dismantled), he took you to his bedroom and spent the entire night worshipping you. No rushing. He stripped you slowly, kissing every inch of skin until he reached your core. Then he settled in for a long session.
Gojo’s tongue traced every fold, savoring you. He alternated between gentle licks and harsh sucks, fingers pumping deep while he whispered filthy praise.
“Love how you get so wet for me. Love knowing all those scandals are worth it because I get to bury my face in this sweet pussy afterward. You own me, you know that? The world thinks I’m theirs, but this—” he licked a broad stripe up your center, “—this is mine.”
You came three times that night. Once on his tongue, once on his fingers while he sucked your clit, and once riding his face as he lay back and let you use him. By the end, you were a trembling, blissed-out mess, and Gojo looked happier than he did after any movie premiere.
The latest scandal was the worst yet.
A video surfaced of Gojo in a very compromising position at an afterparty—him, two women, and enough evidence to suggest an orgy. The internet was in meltdown. Sponsors were threatening to pull out. Your phone wouldn’t stop ringing.
You worked for 48 hours straight, barely sleeping. When you finally dragged yourself to his penthouse to deliver the good news (crisis mostly averted), Gojo was waiting.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just pulled you inside, locked the door, and dropped to his knees in the foyer.
“No more work tonight,” he said, voice rough. He pushed your legs apart right there against the wall, yanked your panties aside, and dove in.
His mouth was urgent, almost desperate. Tongue fucking into you, nose grinding against your clit, hands gripping your ass to pull you harder against his face. He moaned like he was the one receiving pleasure, the vibrations making your knees buckle.
You clutched his hair, moaning his name as he devoured you. This wasn’t just a reward anymore. This was need. Hunger. Possession.
He made you cum twice standing up, then carried you to the bedroom and did it again with you on his face. By the time he finally let you rest, your voice was hoarse and your thighs were sticky with his saliva and your releases.
Gojo pulled you against his chest afterward, fingers gently stroking your back.
“I know I’m a handful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But I’d burn every scandal into existence if it meant you’d keep letting me do this.”
You laughed weakly, exhausted but content. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah. But I’m yours, baby.”
In the quiet afterglow, with the city lights twinkling outside, you realized something. You didn’t just clean up his messes anymore.
You were part of them. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
black fem, goth!reader, goth!choso just a rlly short little drabble about a married couple intensely fucking:)
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just a little smth until I’m able to get back writing full time. I rlly do miss y’all and writing longer stuff but I don’t want to put any more strain on myself for the time being. Hope yall don’t mind!!
“Yeah I know, I know…you’re even starting to come a lil’ bit. But not yet, you gotta hold it a little longer, okay?”
there wasn’t a scene quite like it..two bodies passionately entangled under the dim lighting cast over them. Contrasting hues of skin clashing together but bound the same silky black sheets that draped each of their thighs. Both riddled with an abundance of tattoos and silver jewelry, including the glossy charcoal colored band on your ring finger, signifying that the two of you were bound for eternity. It wasn’t a privilege that your husband took lightly..he loved each and every square inch of your body. He worshiped it as a devout disciple would do their savior ... .kneeling to the altar that was your sacred treasure; one he didn’t take for granted. If such a place existed, you were a divine gift sent directly from the heavens….and he wanted to give his thanks in the best way he knew how.
“Besides, I know you can fuck me much better than this, can’t you?”
Glaring up at you with a smug look written across his face, Choso knew the answer before your lips could even part. He knew the treat he was in for once you found your stride. As you remained positioned on top, straddling his cock while it sat dormant inside of those soft folds, he’d await your next move. Those strong hands firmly gripping that waist to keep you steady. When your legs began to tremble a bit, your loving husband took the liberty and sheer pleasure of pounding up into you. Bucking those hips and hammering away at that spot until you felt as if you were going to fall off. But he’d keep you reigned in with a stern hold, making certain you felt every inch, every rivet and every vein marking your insides. A territory no one else could claim dominion over…. now or in the next five lifetimes. over…hence the marks from his teeth and handprints all over you after some rough and passionate fucking. And vice versa with your nail marks clawing through his back and bruises left from him begging to be choked and slapped as you straddled him. Instead, he’d wait for you to gather your balance and allow you to have the lead. Which didn’t take long to initiate…
“…yeahhhh…fuck, that’s it. Ride me. C’mon, just like that. You’re doing so good.” Despite him doing a majority of the work, he wanted you to feel like the star of this show.
your beautiful moans rivaling that of a symphony the way you cried out and called to him ... .hands planted on his chest to keep you steady whilst your lower half did all of the work.
“Yes! You’re so fucking perfect, angel. So fucking tight but you take me so well. Your pussy’s so creamy and wet.” Crying out your name as he held you close to him; showcasing that brute strength that seemed to hide in plain sight. His large muscle coiling around your back and a hand snaking up to pull at those gorgeous braids. Just one of the many beautiful, diverse hairstyles you sported; always adorn with some sort of jewelry to accessorize them. The flickers of dimly lit candles illuminated the room, highlighting the red and black decor, including the Victorian Gothic style bed shaking underneath you as if it were a seance commencing. The perfect display to a scene of passionate, raw, disgusting lovemaking between two interconnected souls. Bound by more than just mortal flesh and existence….this was a love that transcended all eternity and beyond. Two souls knowing that you would find one another again, even when these vessels ceased to exist.
“Kiss me…”
forcing you down to meet his lips with a firm grip to the back of your neck…not in a violent or harmful manner, but in a way that assured you that your dominion in its entirety belonged to him. As your tongues wrestled with one another’s and those moans coagulated, his hands would roam further and further ... .until those soft, supple asscheeks resided in his hands. Before long, you’d find yourself being forced up and down yet again….thrashed around on that fat dick by his doing. Your face nestled securely into the crook of your husband’s neck.
“Babyyy…fuck!”
The bridge of your nose brushing against his silver chains and those lips ever so slightly dredging against the tattoo running along his throat that resembled barbed wire.
“That’s it, gorgeous ... .just shut your brain off f’r me…stay still while I pump you full of this dick…you don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of you…”
not just words uttered in the throes of ecstasy but ones that came from the depths of his very core and that he lived by. After all, his world as he knew it would cease to exist if you were not a part of it.
Hitoshi Shinso x Denki Kaminari x Black Fem reader
Tired of being the good girl, tired of being the girl that does everything right
Throwing caution to the wind when approached by your two UA crushes Denki and Hitoshi
Turned into the best night of your life
Warnings: Bisexual Denki, Bisexual Hitoshi, raw sex (please I beg of y’all wear condoms people), degradation kink, bondage, electric shock, mind control, anal, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, oral (receive and give on all ends), praise, bottom bitch, Fem boy Denki, and rough to soft sex
★★★★★★
I want you to know that I’m all yours
Mumbling to the lyrics with a drink in your hand as you move your body to the music on the dance floor
When you should be at home, getting over the breakup the RIGHT way
Technically it wasn’t even a relationship you and him were just really good friends… with benefits
But as always, all good things must come to an end, he broke things off and ended up getting with a really nice girl
And you are genuinely happy for him, but now you're dickless, stressed, overworked, and underpaid
"ANOTHER ONE!!!!!" You shout to the bartender over the music
"M-Ma'am I think you've had enough for tonight." The bartender says
"Who are you to tell me that?! I'll let you know when I've had enough, now fix me another one gotdamnit!!!" You say aggressively slamming your glass onto the counter
"Whoahhh, Y/N is everything alright?!" A deep voice asks
"What's it to you jacka- Your around and see two people you haven't seen since you all graduated UA
"H-Hitoshi, D-Denki, w-what are you guys doing here?" You ask beginning to sober up quickly, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further
"Well it is a club and we were just having a good night, till we heard a woman mouthing at the bartender." Denki teases eyeing you not so discreetly
You swallow hard as you look at the two men, Denki has gotten taller and from the looks of his mesh top he has a stronger build, then you look at Hitoshi and you literally had to look up at him, he still has the dark bags under his eyes, his purple hair now in a low cut
And they're holding hands?!
You point to both of them
"So you two finally got together huh?" You ask changing the subject
Denki smiles
"Yeah, everyone owed Mina thirty bucks because we took so long getting together." Denki says and Hitoshi chuckles
You couldn't help, but feel bitter seeing almost everyone have someone. Well except for Mineta of course
"Well I'm... happy for you guys." You say with a forced smile
Hitoshi notices it and decides to change the subject
"What about you Y/N? You kinda disappeared on everyone after we graduated UA." Hitoshi says looking at you
"Well life has been okay, nothing special." You shrug not wanting to discuss your personal life
"Are you married? You caught a lot of guys eyes back in UA." Denki says with a genuine smile
"No... I'm not married." You say flatly which makes them both look surprise
"No one swept you off your feet yet?! You've always been beautiful, that's crazy." Denki says and Hitoshi nods in agreement silently watching your body language
You dry chuckle
"Unfortunately, not everyone finds they're happily ever after." You say wanting to get away
You begin to walk away slightly tilting on your heels and they each grab one of your arms
"Easy there." Denki says as the they help you walk out of the club
You try to pull away, but they tighten their grip on you
“Let’s take her back to our place.” Denki says and Hitoshi picks you up in his arms and carries you
Your heart starts beating in your chest as they walk in the direction of their house
Once you’re there, your mouth drops in awe
Their home is a beautiful villa with an acre of land, but not flashy
Denki walks in, and Hitoshi walks in with you still in his arms
“Y-You can put me down now Hitoshi.” You say shyly
And he respectfully puts you down and you sit on the couch, Denki goes into the kitchen to grab you some water and Hitoshi sits opposite of you and gently removes your heels and massages your feet
You were taken aback by this, nobody you ever involved yourself with did anything like this before
He is so gently with your toes, and then he works his way up to your thigh
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on by neither of them
In fact you had a crush on both of them in UA
Denki comes back out of the kitchen with a glass of water as he sees Hitoshi massaging your feet
“Here ya go, so you can actually sober up.” Denki chuckles and you take the glass of water and downs it, Denki takes the cup and sits it on the table and sits beside you
“Just relax, Hitoshi gives the best feet massages.” Denki says
You lean back against the couch and let your body fully relax as Hitoshi works his way back up again, his hand sneaking further up your inner thighs
“Good girl.” Denki says as he gently kisses your neck
“Mmph.” You moan softly, but they bother heard it loud and clear
Denki pants were becoming unbearably tight, having you this close again after all these years
Your dress begins to bunch up around your waist as Hitoshi grabs the sides of your panties and gently pulls them completely off
You open your leg, exposing your fat, wet pussy
You have fat lip and your wetness is smeared against, as your clit begins to poke out from underneath the hood
Denki and Hitoshi groan at the beautiful sight before them, Denki was palming himself at the thought of finally getting a chance to be inside of you
You lift your head and look at both of them, seeing how they’re staring at you, made you feel a little self conscious
Denki stops you from closing your legs
“Don’t baby, you’re beautiful.” Denki says with lust and adoration all in his eyes
“You’re gorgeous Y/N, you’ve always been since UA.” Hitoshi says
Your heart swells with so much emotion
Denki eagerly gets in between your legs on his knees and wastes no time devouring your pussy
“OH FUCK!!!” You moan gripping tufts of his hair
The way tongue made love to your clit, was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, he soft lips wrapping around your throbbing clit and how he gently suck on it, while tongue alternates between fast flicks, and languid lick
“Ohhh I’m gonna cum fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!” You squeal your fingers digging into the couch as your thighs tremble
“DENKI!!!!!” You wail your orgasm come crashing down on you as he continues to lick you gently bringing you down from your high
Hitoshi and Denki stand up and gently grabs you and takes you to their master bedroom
Hitoshi, gently pulls off your dress, careful not to mess up your Afro puff, exposing your full rotund breasts, your darkened areoles and hardened nipples standing at full attention
Hitoshi grabs a handful of both your breasts pinching your nipples earning moans from you
“Ooouuu fuck!” You moan as you feel yourself being laid down on a soft surface
You watch as Denki and Hitoshi undress, your eyes admiring every scar, beauty mark, and piercing in sight
Once both their pants dropped you were in utter shock
They weren’t miniature horses, they’re STALLIONS
Hitoshi’s cock no bigger than eight inches with three inches of girth
And Denki’s cock was a strong nine and he had the Jacob’s ladder piercing
Denki smirks, noticing your eyes lingering on his dick
“Don’t worry the piercings make everything feel more pleasurable, rubs spots ya didn’t know you had.” He says stroking his leaking cock, while Hitoshi stares at your naked body
You beckon them both to you and they’re on the bed on each side of you touching your body
Hitoshi’s fingers find themselves on your still aching clit and rubs it
“Ahh!!” You moan your legs open further to give him more room to work
Denki grabs your head and turns it towards him, his cock throbbing and twitching
“Can you handle this for me baby?” Denki asks seductively, you’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge
You eagerly took his dick down your throat and moan around his cock
Denki groans feeling your throat expand around his dick he guides your head at a pace so he doesn’t overwhelm you with his cock
You reach for Hitoshi’s cock and start stroking him off as you deepthroat Denki
“Fuck!” They both moan as you pleasure them
Hitoshi’s fingers move from your clit and delve deep into your tight, silky, wet walls
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight Y/N.” Hitoshi groans
“Fuck her mouth is too, such a slut you are Y/N.” Denki moans as he speeds up drool pooling around the edges of your mouth and dripping down on your chest and breasts
Hitoshi, gently removes your hand from his cock and slides himself in between your legs
He uses his fingers to open your fat lip and sees how pink the inside of your pussy looks, his dick was getting harder the longer he looks
He angles his tip and gently pushes in and lets out a strangled moan
“F-FUCK!!!!” Hitoshi moans as he begins to thrust in and out of your sloppy, wet, pussy
You moan loudly, the vibrations making Denki moan as he thrust deeper into your throat
“Awwww shit!! Hitoshi fuck her harder she loves it!!” Denki moans looking at Hitoshi fuck your pussy
Hitoshi hard thrust, making your breasts bounce, hitting your g-spot continuously as Denki now full on pounds your throat
“That’s it, that’s a good girl, you’re gonna be a slut and swallow everything I give you? And an even nastier whore if you let Hitoshi cum inside your pussy.” Denki moan fucking your throat
Your pussy throb with excitement as you sense both men are about to cum
“Her pussy just sucked me in more, I think she loves the idea of us fucking cumming in her holes.” Hitoshi moans feeling himself getting close
Denki leans over and kisses Hitoshi deeply as they both reach their climaxes
You cum hard, feeling Denki’s cum flood your mouth as you swallow all of it, and you feel Hitoshi’s cum finding its place in your womb
They gently pull out and Hitoshi makes you look at him
Suddenly you feel you’re not in control of your own body as you push Denki down and mount him, slowly sitting yourself all the way down on his cock, feeling his piercings rub against your walls
Your hips start moving on their own as you fuck Denki
“Fuck baby did you use mind control on her?” Denki ask letting out a moan as he grips your ass cheeks while you bounce on him
Hitoshi smirks, and says nothing watching you fuck Denki
Your thighs begin to burn, but your body wouldn’t allow you to stop, you got faster
“Fuck make me cum with cum already in your pussy, I love sloppy seconds!” Denki moans his dick begins to twitch inside of you letting you know he’s about to cum again
Your body is speeding as if it needs to feel Denki’s cum
“YES!!!!” Denki lets out the most feminine moan as he cum inside you, flooding your pussy, now both of their cum is mingling in your womb
You were so close to cumming and Hitoshi releases you from his mind control
Hitoshi lays on the bed and looks at you
“Cum ride my face baby, I know you didn’t cum.” Hitoshi smirks
You crawl towards him and sits on his face
He wraps both hand around your thighs, making sure you wouldn’t and can’t move and straight demolish your pussy
“HITOSHI!!!!” You scream gripping his hair with nowhere to run because Denki mounted Hitoshi and starts riding his cock while grabs your breasts
It was so much going
You riding Hitoshi’s face, Denki riding Hitoshi’s cock moaning like a slut, everything was going straight to your pussy
Hitoshi didn’t mind eating his and Denki’s cum out of your pussy all three of you taste delicious together as he laps and slurps on your clit
Denki pulls you into a kiss, tongue kissing you
You pull back and look at Denki
“Fuck you’re a slut too!” You moan and Denki and smirks riding Hitoshi faster, his cock is rubbing against your back
You feel yourself about to cum, you ride Hitoshi’s face faster, gripping his hair tighter
He sucks your clit fervently drawing you closer to edge
“OHHH GODDD IM CUMMING!!!!” You shout
“OHHHH FUCKKK!!!” Denki moans loudly as his cum shoots onto your back
Hitoshi unable to speak, grunts as he cums inside of Denki
You wait till Denki gets up and takes Hitoshi’s cock into your mouth
Denki looks at you with wide eyes
“Fuck you’re definitely a whore, sucking his dick after I just fucked him.” Denki says his cock back hard
He carefully gets behind you grabbing your hips angling your pussy above Hitoshi’s face, and gently pushes his cock into your ass
You moan around Hitoshi’s cock, since no one has ever fucked you in the ass before
Denki stays still letting you adjust to him and rubs your back
“Let me know when I can move baby.” Denki says softly
You test the water by moving your hips and moan
Denki start thrusting as you work Hitoshi’s cock with your mouth deepthroating him, swallowing his cock whole down your throat
Hitoshi couldn’t help, but watch Denki’s cock slide in and out your ass with ease
Squelch
Squelch
Squelch
Your ass making the lewdest noises you ever heard as Hitoshi’s hand grips the back of your head and shoves you down further on his cock, making you gag
“Damn it feels so good, does it feel good lightning bug?” Denki asks you, and then he smirks as your ass clap against his pelvis
“Oh right you can’t respond with so much dick in your mouth.” Denki moans out
Your ass like gripping him in a vice
Hitoshi leans up and starts back slurping and sucking on your clit
Your body was being overstimulated as you rock yourself against them both, you can feel their cock throbbing again
“We’re gonna cum again baby fuckk!!!” Denki moans gripping your hips for dear life as he speeds up, hitting the g-spot in your ass
Your whole body tenses up as you try to pull away from them, but they both keep you in place making you take it all
You squirt… literally dousing Hitoshi’s face, your ass squeezes around Denki so tight you feel his cum flooding your hole and you feel Hitoshi’s cum flood your mouth as you swallow it all
They position you in the middle both holding you, as all three of you catch your breath
Your pussy and ass quivering, while leaking cum
So much pleasure was coursing through you, you the fatigue beginning to catch up with you
“I-I should probably go home.” You say weakly trying to get up
“Absolutely not.”
“Hell no.”
Hitoshi and Denki says and you look absolutely puzzled
“You think we’re just gonna let you leave after that? Forget it babe you’re stuck with us now.” Denki declares with a possessive gleam in his eyes
“You’re leaving. Not now, not ever.” Hitoshi says snuggling his face in your neck
Denki snuggles close from behind letting out a content purr like the feline he is
“B-But I thought- You were cut off
“We wanted you since UA Y/N, geez you really are dense.” Denki teases making you roll your eyes
“We’ve wanted this for so long and now that we actually have you. We’re not letting you slip away again.” Hitoshi says making your heart skip a beat
“So what are you both saying?” You ask curiously
“Be ours Y/N.” Hitoshi says
“Now and forever.” Denki adds
You blush seeing they both and you nod happily
“Yes, I’ll be yours.” You smile cuddling both of your men into a pleasurable sleep.
“let go baby i thought you could handle it?” slapping your cheek choso bit his lips watching the ripple of your brown skin. your body shook, pussy leaking with gooey cream that stuck to your thighs. you clenched trying to hold everything the emo man had just givin you, but it was too much. you felt him tug your body back into position, your back arching naturally and your pussy pushing out more cum on que. your shaky hands gripped the hotel sheets, eyes closing as you felt him stretching your puffy pussy. choso was a grower.
a proud one at that.
he lived for how confident women were right before his cock began to grow. he could never hide the smirk, it was even better when they put him in their mouths and his cock slowly began to make them gag. you were no different, confidence in your walk, and so much so, you said you could ride him.
he got so turned on watching your pretty eyes get big and bigger- with his cock. “c-cho hold on babyyy” your voice quivered. now three rounds later, and five times cumming your pussy was sore. sore, open and wet.
“no matter how much i fuck this pretty pussy, it’s always gonna. be. tight.” choso knocked wind from your lungs. his dick shot out cream, white slimy cream that stuck to your pink walls. even then, his dick didn’t go down - it never would it seemed.
you ass clapped against him, his hands holding your love handles, then one leaving to slap your ass hard, making your skin slightly red. you tighted around him, your face going deep into the covers a scream coming for the depths of your throat. your stomach bubbled, hole clenching to try and not make too much of a mess- but it was choso and you were too full. it was not working.
as your hands gripped the covers harsher, nails digging into the seems creating a small tear, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and squirt came out of you like a dripping faucet. it felt like it would never end, a puddle now in the white sheets and a happy choso who still fucked your sloppy pussy until his dick finally went down.
Warning: Kinks ahead!! (Didn’t feel like typing them all out)
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You and Shun Ayaan have been secretly dating for three years, it’s unlike your typical love story nerdy boy falls in love with the popular girl… the popular girl actually falls in love with the nerd. You fell for him when he stopped a creepy guy from harassing you as you were walking, and you’ve been head over heels since. It’s been three years of bliss however a new problem has emerged… Sex! You’ve been aching for him, but he brushes you off or tells you he’s not in the mood, but lately when you go over to his house there are tissues flooding his trash can, so you decide to see what’s going on…
After school
You walk to Shun’s house since he lives fifteen minutes away from you and knowing his parents they’re never home, you pull out the key he gave you and lock the door, closing it once you’re inside.
“Shun?” You call out, you check the kitchen first and seen everything was in place
So you decided to sneak up to his room, being extra quiet you saw his door slightly open, so you decided to peek and what you see shocks you
“F-Fuck Y/N you want it? You want daddy’s cum yeah?!” The way his voice sounds as if he actually talking to you
To shock to speak you slowly begin to put it in reverse and leave
creak
“Shit.” You curse knowing you’re about to be caught
“Who’s there?!” Shun voice calls out as he shuffles around and opens the door and sees you
“Y/N? Baby what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you.” Shun asks rubbing the back of his head embarrassed
You couldn’t help, but eye his bulge seeing him twitching in his shorts
“I wanted to surprise you, but you ended up surprising me.” You could feel heat in your cheeks as you look at him
“Do you want to come in?” He asks shyly and I walk right past him and into his room
He comes in and closes the door locking it
“Why did you lock the door?” You ask thoughts running through your head
“Come here Y/N.” Shun voice was deep and you did as he said
Shun wraps you up in his arms and kisses your neck.
“I didn’t want you to see it.” Shun says and you look at him
“Wait… you didn’t want me to see your dick? This is what this was all about?!” You burst out laughing as he looks shamed, and you stop laughing
“Baby.” You say softly cupping his face in your hands
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, let me see it.” You say kissing his cheek
“Okay.” He sighs and drops his basketball shorts and there he stood standing as tall as a soldier
“Your dick is big as hell!!” You yell and he groans
“That’s exactly what I was afraid of!!” He groans and I walk up to him
“How many inches are you baby?” You ask and he looks at you
“Around eight or eight and a half.” Shun says studying your face
You knew right then and there you needed him, you drop to your knees and open your mouth wide for him and he looks at you in shock
“Baby wha-“ you cut him off
“Fuck my face Shun… now.” You say opening your mouth looking him in the eyes
You could see he was internally battling with himself. You were about to give up until… he starts walking towards you
“Are you sure about this Y/N?” Shun asks and you smile looking up at him
“Yes daddy I’m sure, please fuck my throat.” You pleaded
Something inside him snapped and before you could think about it, he roughly grabs your hair and forces his cock down your throat
“Fuck baby your throat is so fucking tight, shit!” Shun moans thrusting hard making you choke and he quickly pulls out looking at you worriedly and you pout
“Why did you stop?” You ask
“I thought you were choking!!” Shun says and you shake your head
“No matter what you hear, don’t stop until you nut.” You say looking at him and he bites his lip
“Will you let me know if you need to breathe?” Shun asks and you nod
“Yes now fuck my throat!!” You giggle and he smiles
“Fuck you’re such a slut.” Shun grabs your hair again and starts fucking your throat again and you moan as more drool drips down your chin onto your shirt
“Ahh fuck baby it feels so good!!” Shun moans as you choke on his cock
You could feel your pussy throbbing as he uses your throat
“Mmmm fuck Y-Y/N I’m gonna cum baby right down your fucking throat!!” Shun moans his balls slapping against your chin
You could feel his dick literally throbbing as he gives one final thrust
“AHH Y/N I’M CUMMING!!!” Shun moans loudly you could feel the warmth of his cum shooting down your throat as you swallow as much as you could
He pulls his cock away and there’s a string of cum and saliva connecting him to your mouth
You smile and show him you swallowed it all
“Mmmm good girl.” He grins stroking your hair, his cock still hard
“On the bed… now.” He demands and you get up and make your way towards his bed earning a slap on the ass
“Fuck you’re so fucking hot babe.” Shun says and you lay on the bed and spread your legs showing him your wetness
He gets on his knees and starts kissing your inner thighs
You whine in impatience earning a smack to your ass cheek
“Shut up slut.” Shun smirks seeing my pussy clench and unclench
“Mmmm so my pretty girlfriend likes be degraded huh? A pretty slut you are.” Shun smiles before planting a kiss right on your aching clit
“Daddy!!” You moan as he starts sucking and flicking his tongue on your clit
The way his tongue danced and moved around your clit was unlike anything you ever experienced
He put his whole face in your pussy, slurping you up with such vigor
You grab his hair moaning, as you lift up your shirt and start playing and pinching one of your nipples
“Uh huh, yes m-more p-please!!” You moan unable to control your voice
Schlick
Schlick
Schlick
The sounds of him lapping up your pussy were echoing off his walls and you could feel yourself getting closer
The slight burn in your thick thighs as you hold them in the air while he messily eats your pussy, has you griping his hair for dear life
“S-Shun I-I’m gonna cum!!! Ohhh fuckkk!!!” You moan out
The way his eyes locked onto to yours, encouraging you to give into him
“SHUN!!!!” You cry out your back arches off the bed, as your thighs tremble, the high of your orgasm knocks the air out of you leaving you panting
“Fuck baby, you taste so good.” Shun says leaning towards me and kissing you deeply
You kiss him back tasting yourself on his lips, our mouths meshing together in deep kisses
“Can I put it in babe?” Shun asks looking at you
“Of course, you don’t have to ask baby.” You say smiling
The next thing you know, Shun grabbed you by the hips and put you into the ass up face down position, arching your back
“Fuck I love your ass baby it just looks so good.” Shun says giving your left ass cheek a hard smack
“Oh!” You moan not use to him being so rough and manhandling you
You feel his cock in between your folds going up and down, his mushroom tip nudging your clit
Your pussy throbbing, more wetness protruding from your pussy as Shun continues to tease you, until you felt him beginning to push in
“OHH FUCK!!!” You moan Shun was stretching you out so deliciously, you could feel every vein and ridge in his dick
Once he was fully sheathed inside you he stayed still waiting for you to adjust to his size
You start languidly moving your hips up and down, gripping the sheets underneath your body
“S-Shun…” you call out for him breathlessly and he grips your hips and begins to bring you all the way down on his dick
“OHH FUCK!!!” You wail feeling his tip prodding at your cervix, before you could utter another word
He grabs both of your arms with both hands and fucks into your pussy deeper
“SHUN!!! OHHH FUCKK, OHHH FUCKKK!!!!” You scream, your curls bouncing across your eyes as he continues to dig into your guts
“That’s. Not. My. Name. Say it right or I’ll fucking stop.” He emphasizes with each thrust
“D-DADDY!!!!” You moan as your body in overdrive as you feel your impending orgasm approaching and fast
“WAIT!!! WAIT!!! I’m about to cum!!!! Shit!!!!” You warn, but it only encourages him to go faster he grasps your arms with one hand and uses his other hand to push your back in making you arch deeper, with your cheek laying against his pillow
His dick was not letting up, you could feel every vein, and his fat mushroom tip kissing your insides
“OH MY GODDD!!!!!” You screamed your pussy clamping down on his dick you cum hard, you could see stars in your vision
But Shun is far from done, he keeps thrusting, fucking you through your orgasm as he dick begins to throb
“Where do you want it baby? Do you it inside of you huh?” Shun asks gritting his teeth waiting for your answer
“Cum in me, cum in me daddy!” You moan, your face still against the pillow unable to move as Shun continues to rut into you
“Fuck Y/N!!! THATS MY GOOD GIRL TAKE IT!!!!” Shun moans loudly as you feel his cum flooding your pussy, the warmth spreading through your body leaving tingling sensations
He pulls you up and sits on the edge of the bed in front of his mirror. He grabs your legs and hoists you up
“Hold onto me baby.” Shun instructs, you wrap an arm around his neck as he uses his other hand to lead his dick back towards your pussy
Once he’s back inside he fucks you in a full Nelson
“DADDY!!!! I JUST CAME WAIT!!!!!” You moan loudly as he fuck into you
You look in the mirror and see how fucked out you are, some of his cum leaking from your pussy and coating his dick
The sloppy noises your pussy is making is downright disgusting, seeing how your clit is throbbing, and seeing your pussy grips his dick in a vice
“Damn baby your pussy isn’t letting go, want me to make you cum again? Like good whore should?” He asks as his grip on your thighs tighten
All you can do is nod wanting more
He sits you all the way down on his cock, waiting for a real answer
“Yes!!! Fuck me more, make me cum again please, pretty please daddy!!!” You moan, knowing you’ve been cock hungry
He smiles at you through the mirror and resumes fucking you, he reaches around to rub your puffy clit
“NO!!! NOT THERE!!!” You plea, but it goes unheard as he runs your clit in tight circles, still fucking into your swollen pussy
Your hand digs into his leaving small bloody crescents into his knuckles
“That’s right baby mark daddy up, show me how you feel.” He moans in your ear
You feel yourself about to cum again and tries to get off of him
He figures out what you’re trying to do and maneuvers you so you can’t escape
“Be a good girl and cum for me again, or I’ll make you.” He say kissing your neck, leaving hickies
Tears rolling down your pretty brown cheeks, your pussy continue to suck him in, your breasts on full display in front of the mirror
You never felt so vulnerable and felt this much pleasure in so long, your body begins to tremble, your pussy begins to restrict around his dick
“I’M CUMMING OHHH FUCK MEEE!!!!!!” You cry out, your pussy squirt and gushes some of it getting on the mirror
He fucks you faster, you can feel he’s about to cum again too.
“Cum inside me again!!! MORE!!!!” You moan absolutely drunk off his cock
“Yeah? Want another load? Fuck I should’ve fucked you sooner!!!” He groans and fucks into you faster, using you like a fleshlight
“YOU WANT IT?! TAKE IT FUCK!!!!!” Shun moans loudly releasing inside you again your whole body feeling hot all over and drench with sweat
He lets you stay seated on his dick, but gently releases your legs and starts gently massaging them
“Are you okay baby? Was I too rough?” Shun asks looking in the mirror seeing your fucked out expression
Seeing drool drip down the side of your mouth, your pupils dilated and blown wide, and your body covered in sweat
“Y-Yeah… fuck I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time.” You admit slightly embarrassed
Shun smirks, he’s ego slightly inflated
“Good, I’ll be the only one fucking you like this now and forever.” Shun declares kissing your neck and then kisses your lips passionately as he holds you
What do you think about age gap with katsuki and him fucking you so rough he makes you cry from over sensitivity and doesn’t stop till you squirt and make a mess all over the sheets crying out daddy I am sorry because of you ignoring his texts and calls for two weeks and giving him the silent treatment and even denying him touching you
✩ ꒱ ghost guys your age, not me — ft. katsuki bakugou .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero katsuki bakugou & fem!reader. implied age gap, reader is in college, squirting, daddy kink. katsuki reminds you that you’re not as big and as bad as you think — he’s not the type to let you ghost him and get away with it.
older katsuki, who’s done with dating apps and fucking around. who can’t stop pining for the younger girl who swears all the guys her age are too immature to keep up.
he’s exactly what you need, he keeps you in line, he doesn’t spoil you too much but treats you like a princess for good grades in your degree and the promotion you’d gotten at work. katsuki is too old (not really) for mind games, he likes open communication — when you tell him what’s wrong or what you didn’t like, what you love. if you like it when he kisses you like his life is on the line, if you love it when he treats you like his girlfriend rather than a midlife crisis.
but you’re still young and at a different place in life, the concept of ghosting still hangs like a tool between your fingertips when you don’t get what you want. it works with the younger guys, the ones who chase you and fill your ig DMs with stupid memes or spam like your stories of hot photos and nights out after the academics are done. katsuki doesn’t do the chase. he’d rather wait until you pull on your big girl panties and tell him that you’re mad about his lack of invite to the hero gala the other week. the one you’d pointed out whilst magazines in the front seat of his expensive porsche, prada heels on the dashboard as he’d driven you back to your apartment after date night.
he knows he should have invited you, dynamight would have loved to have had you on his arm. however, secret dates of strawberries and cream on rooftops at midnight are not the same as flashing lights and haggling paparazzi. he wasn’t sure you could handle the predatory heat of the limelight.
so when you finally come around, pouting from his couch over spilled red wine as you explain the reason for your lack of call and texts. bakugou doesn’t tell you it’s over, doesn’t shout, doesn’t make you out to be some kind of fool. he wipes your tears with a calloused thumb and presses you back into the sheets, peels back your clothes until you’re vulnerable and naked and fucks you like there’s an apology lined up on the tip of his cock.
“i don’t play games, ‘m too old for that shit,” the gravel in katsuki’s voice should act a warning. low enough to emulate the rumble of a predator’s roar as he hangs over you, teeth sharp as they scrape your sweaty shoulder — deft finger tips offering no remorse as they singe their prints into the meat at your waist. katsuki kisses the side of your head, starkly soft, compared to the unrelenting crash of his hips tumbling into yours, cock plunging to the depths of your selfishly suctioning cunt like a marker. like belongs. “you want somethin’ outta me, you be a good girl ‘n ask. yeah?”
his words land like a slap, scalding, stinging. tears spring to your eyes because you know now that you’ve been childish, katsuki isn’t like other boys you’ve dealt with. he’s a man, a good one, an established one who fucks you like you mean something to him. more than just a pretty piece of eye candy stuck to his pearly white tooth. he continues to steamroll into you, create a print of your body in the cushions of the couch — sweat clinging to the pockets and divots in your back because he runs hot, from the igneous rock melting around his heart to the surface of his skin.
“you want me, then ‘m yours. not gonna chase you, gotta use your words like a big girl.”
his lips, chapped and slightly pale pink, curl upwards. the motion subtle at first — beguiled. not meant to tease you, because you take it so well, because your cunt clings to him for ever inch he divulges and presses into your tight heat to make sure you get the memo. only he fits only, he stays, only he belongs inside.
not these idiots your age who’d rather make you cry from emotional turmoil rather than ecstasy.
you push at his chest but your hips rise to take more of katsuki in, slick between your thighs and over your pulsing pussy where you’ve been glazed with your own arousal — having came at least twice already. it’s some sort of a punishment threaded with love that lays dormant amongst red eyes. those same eyes pulling you apart, analysing the twitch of your face and the arch of your back at certain patterns of thrusts.
the difference in the softness of his eyes compared to his actions muddle your brain — like colours are contrasting painted on a canvas that reads complimentary. an optical illusion of lust and longing. bakugou needs you, the spark of youth you bring to days where he feels out dated, but he folds you up and pounds into you with strength that doesn’t need defending. an obvious and objective fact.
“c’mon baby,” the hero drawls, licking a line of sweat from your chin to your hairline. “asked you a fuckin’ question.”
“y-yes,” you nod your head weakly, the single thread holding together your sanity starting to fray at the edges — splintering. “yes daddy! ‘m sorry, sorry. wan’ you, always do. won’t do it again!” you babble, losing the filter.
“atta girl,” he croons. “now one more. make it count, make it messy. all f’daddy…”
the pro hero splays a hand against your supple stomach — coarse as he kneads your skin, feeling for the bulge the size of him creates as it carves a pathway to your pinnacle. even whilst bakugou shifts above you, attention never strays from your pleasure. it becomes the focus, the centre of his universe where you are the sole star capable of swallowing him whole — burning his nerves until they’re raw and sensitive. his freehand steadies the weight of him against then arm rest, new leverage for the swift, pummelling ministrations of his hips past the gooey ring of your entrance to the syrupy g-spot that turns your vision with brand new technicolour. blindly, you reach for katsuki — clawing and clingy somehow simultaneous.
ever an indicator that you miss him, that even in your blissed out state you’re aware of how childish you’ve been. you’ve missed katsuki like the sun must miss the moon when they rise and fall on opposite ends of the sky, like someone’s carved out an organ you need to survive. he may be older and wiser and all things you are not — but he is a presence you now fear you cannot live without. your body, creaking with exhaustion and a tiredness that pleasantly buzzes into something warm and rapid in your lower belly — gives in one last time, as though to make the old man’s dying wish come true.
the upholstery below becomes tainted, the material darkening as a lubricious cascade of essence pools between your folds in turbid stream, adding a sheen to your clit and katsuki’s tummy that has softened with slight age. your fingers curl in the coils of silvering blonde hair that have bleached in the sun as time has gone on — slick and damp, from the sweat that dots his hairline in pure pearls. as you arch and make room for the silent scream building in your lungs, the pro hero latches onto the swell at your chest with an eager hungry mouth, perhaps to muffle his whimpers as the crest of his own ecstasy follows suit. your orgasm puddles around the stretch of his thick shaft, mingling with the translucent white pushed out from the slit at his tip, beading against the lining of your womb.
katsuki bakugou might be an older man, he might be war torn and sharpened with age — but he is better than the type you’re used to dating.
he’s experienced in courtship and in sex, and that’s exactly why you learn never to let him go. never to ghost again.
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ICE has executed a man in Minneapolis today. The video is horrifying. There were five ICE ‘officers’ against one man who was on the ground and they shot him repeatedly. This was caught on video and I watched it.
They will try and spin this. They will say he was armed (which is his legal right). They will try and say he was a paid agitator or part of some horrible left wing terrorist organization.
DONT LISTEN.
This was an execution clear and simple. Whether or not he was armed has nothing to do with it, he was subdued on the ground when he was shot.
I truly don’t know what the country/world is hearing from Minnesota right now but I’m fairly certain it’s not the whole story. We are angry, we are afraid, we are helping our community in unprecedented numbers, we have been peaceful, we know our rights and have followed the law.
Fifty THOUSAND people were in the streets yesterday with almost no police presence and the whole thing was peaceful and lawful and filled with hope and love.
The thugs hate that and they are scared so they decided to execute a man in retaliation.
“Why is the birth rate dropping so rapidly here in the U.S.? That is a major crisis! Anyway, we’re letting SNAP benefits run out and we’re building a new ballroom for the White House.”
nothing is hotter than someone who's reallllyyy into eating pussy. licking and sucking and kissing because it turns them on to taste you and get you alllll over their face
