Mirai Sasaki is an odd man, but thatâs why you love him!
You can make him laugh everyday, and you love his smile
âMirai, donât give Mirio a hard time!â You whined when Mirio first came to intern. You were pulling the blonde boy down to hug him, resulting in your husband being jealous because Mirioâs face was in your chest.
Your quirk was simple telepathy, you could hear peoples thoughts and talk to them in their head
He takes you on the best dates, even if itâs simple like walking around the city at night and such. Makes you feel more normal than being married to a rich Pro-Hero that always takes you out on fancy dates
Sometimes it was nice to feel semi normal. He knew this so he always tried to show you he loved you in small ways
Heâll leave you roses on your nightstand before he goes to work, kiss your forehead because he knows you love that
Because Mirai is so FUCKING taller, he teased you a lot
âMi, I canât reach the sugar, can you get it?â
camgirl!reader x ghost anyone??? cw for hints to blackmail/stalking at the end
Simon pauses outside of the Captain's office, the sound of muffled voices drifting to him through the door. A woman, speaking softly. The voice feels⊠vaguely familiar to him, but he can't put his finger on why. With a shrug, he knocks twice on the door before swinging it open and stepping inside.
Immediately, his eyes land on you. He knew the Captain had a daughter, but he didn't know you were⊠fucking hot. You flash him a smile before leaning in to kiss Price's cheek. "Bye, daddy. Enjoy your lunch." Simon grunts as you brush past him, trying his best not to stare at your ass as you walk away. He's stronger than that, he tells himself.
That night, Simon is lying on his bed when his phone pings with a notification that never fails to get his blood pumping - 'cherrydaze is now LIVE!' . Even just reading that username makes his cock harden. He quickly taps on the banner and his screen fills with those familiar cherry print sheets. One hand grips his phone while the other reaches down, fingers wrapping around the base of his length while he waits to hear her sweet voice.
"You guys won't believe what happened to me today," Simon freezes, his eyes snapping open as he hears that voice. Your voice, to be exact. Price's daughter. "There was this huge guy, and he was wearing like⊠a mask!" you giggle, shifting the camera closer to your pussy. Simon can barely focus on the images he's seeing, too preoccupied with the fact his favourite faceless camgirl is apparently also his Captain's kid.
A moan fills Simon's ears, his fingers squeezing his dick as he watches you spread open your cunt on screen and circle your clit with a finger. "I wish it was him touching me right now," you purr, and Simon thinks he might explode right then. You're talking about him. You're playing with yourself, wishing it was him.
He's never been so hard in his life.
The sight and sounds of you pleasuring yourself combine with this newfound knowledge of you wanting him, making Simon stroke his cock harder and faster than usual. When he finishes, it's more intense than he's ever fucking experienced before, ropes of white painting his stomach as he grunts and groans.
He watches through hooded eyes as you present your sticky fingers to the camera, a growl rumbling in his chest. Those should be his fingers. And, he realises, they can be. You're not anonymous to him anymore - he knows exactly who's behind 'cherrydaze' now. He knows your name. He can easily find out where you live, can find you and give you exactly what it is you've been asking for.
And if you don't want to put your money where your mouth is? Well, he's sure you wouldn't want your daddy to know what his little princess is getting up to onlineâŠ
a/n: might extend this in the future...đ«Ł
sukuna . . . the soft & sensitive dip where your neck meets your shoulder. he has a habit of stalking up behind you when youâre distractedâcooking, reading, or workingâand wrapping his massive arms around your waist to anchor you against his chest. heâll bury his face in your hair first, letting out a deep, rumbling sigh that vibrates right against your spine, before planting heavy, lingering kisses along your collarbone. itâs a slow display of complete affection, a reminder that out of everything in his world, this quiet space with you is the only place he actually wants to be
gojo . . . the very tip of your nose or right between your eyebrows. because of his ridiculous height, he absolutely loves looming over you just to make you look up. heâll slide his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, give you a bright grin, and lean in to press an exaggeratedly loud kiss right on your face. if you try to swat him away or complain about him ruining your focus, it only encourages him; heâll just laugh, cup your face in his large hands, and shower your cheeks with quick, bubbly kisses until youâre completely giggling and giving up on whatever you were doing.
toji . . . the crown of your head or your temple. affection with him is always grounded, and deeply comforting, usually happening at the very end of an exhausting day. heâll sit on the couch and pull you straight into his lap, burying his face into the side of your head while his large arms lock securely around your middle. he doesn't say much, but the way he rests his chin on your hair and leaves soft, slow kisses against your temple speaks volumes. itâs his way of unwinding, letting go of his usual guarded demeanor, and finding a moment of absolute peace with you and only you!
nanami . . . the inside of your wrist or the palm of your hand. his style of romance is incredibly classic, deliberate, and respectful. when the two of you are sitting together after dinner, winding down from a long day, heâll quietly reach over and take your hand in his. his thumb will trace the back of your knuckles for a moment before he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your pulse point. itâs a deeply grounding gesture that feels incredibly intimate, because he dosen't need grand actions to show his love for you.
geto . . . the corner of your mouth or along your jawline. he is extremely attentive and tender, always making sure to fully connect with you before he even leans in. heâll gently slide his fingers through your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear while looking down at you with a soft, adoring smile. his kisses are always slow and warm, lingering right at the edge of your lips as if he's trying to memorize the exact feeling of the moment. it carries a beautiful & quite intensity that instantly makes you feel like the center of his entire universe.
higuruma . . . your forehead or the space right beside your eye. because his mind is constantly running a mile a minute with legal cases and heavy thoughts, being with you is his only true escape. heâll come home, loosen his tie with a weary sigh, and immediately seek you out. he likes to cup your face gently, closing his eyes as he presses a long, deeply affectionate kiss to your forehead. it feels incredibly reverentâlike a silent thank you for being his calm in the storm, a safe harbor where he can finally turn off his brain and just exist in your warmth.
choso . . . your cheeks or the knuckles of your hands. because he takes his role as a protector so seriously, his affection is fiercely sweet and entirely gentle. he gets a little flustered if you catch him staring, but he loves holding your hands in his. heâll carefully lift your fingers to his face, kissing each of your knuckles one by one with an earnest, intense devotion that can make your heart skip a beat. if you smile at him, his expression melts completely, and heâll lean down to press soft, tentative kisses all over your cheeks, looking incredibly proud and happy just to be near you.
SUMMARY: [stalker toji!x reader!] After working late at night, you choose to save a few bucks and walk home through the poorly lit back alleys instead of taking a cab and end up getting followed by this huge scary looking man.
CONTENT WARNING: non-con : graphic violence : p in v : deep penetration : cervix fucking : hand over mouth : stalking : explicit language : size difference : manhandling : choking : gagging (fingers) : pet names : lifted/carried sex : dead dove; do not eat
His large hand clamps over your mouth, his fingers digging in your cheeks, squishing them roughly, muffling your moans and cry for help as your palms press flat against the old buildingâs wall.
âFuccckkk, you feel so damn goodâ he says, letting out a groan and pulling out his fat cock only to push it back balls deep inside you as your body jerks violently forward, trying desperately accommodate to the brutal stretch, your legs wobbling and buckling beneath you, weak from the continuous deep fucking.
Heâs really big, thicker and bigger than anyone you have taken before. His cockhead touches right up against your cervix with every thrust. Pain blooms through your overstretched walls as he smacks his hips against your ass, the obscene sound of it filling your ears.
His other hand is wrapped around your throat as he keeps thrusting inside you, âYeah, just like that dollâ he grunts, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you clenched around his big cock in fear. âYou feel so, so much better than I had expected, isn't it my lucky day?â
âFuckinâ sweet little thing like you walking these streets alone at night, what were you thinking doing that uh?â
He was right, you had not thought enough while walking back home late at night. Initially you had thought of taking a cab but just to save a few bucks you decided against it.
You shouldn't have. You lived in a big city so even if you had a job which on paper seemed good enough of a paycheck it hardly managed the expenses of the said big city.
Everything was expensive here so even if you lived past a shady neighbourhood, you were glad enough to have the roof above your head. You couldn't afford or even think of changing places until you got a promotion or changed your company for a higher paying one.
You were walking towards your block when you felt someone following you and you glanced over your shoulder only to see this huge bulky and scary man walking a few feet away from you.
You had immediately turned around, heart pounding with fear, hoping it was not what you were thinking and he would take a different turn or route from you. But no, he kept walking after you, turning where you did as you kept checking for him through your peripheral vision.
Even from a distance, he stood out so it was not hard for you to realise that he indeed was following you. And it seemed like he was not going anytime soon or leaving you alone, so you had fastened your pace and nearly ran when you were just a few blocks away from your apartment.
You ran as fast as you could in those damn work heels of yours, as it clattered loudly on the silent street. Huffing as your chest burned, not used to this much of physical activity as you hardly got any time for it, you ran with all your might not looking back and that was your biggest mistake as he was also running after you. Just two more blocks you had thought, you were so close!
Then only he had caught you, his massive arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you to his chest and his large, rough hand had clamped over your mouth before you could scream, smothering your cry for help and protest.
He had moved really fast, dragging you along with him in a nearby alley, where even the streetlampâs light didn't reach, bunching up your work skirt and tearing off your panties.
You had thrashed wildly, kicking your legs, trying to fight him off, but it was useless. He was too strong for you to do any real harm to him or save yourself from him, he had easily overpowered you pushing you up against the wall in the complete darkness.
He changed the angle pulling out his cock with a low, frustrated grunt, like he hated being out of you even for a second. His thick cock dragged heavily along your walls on his way out, before you could even relax thinking it was probably finally over and he was done with you, he bent his knees slightly, adjusting his angle, and drove back in with one powerful upward thrust. A sharp burst of pain shot through your core, making you yelp in agony against his hand.
The new position forced him even deeper. You felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open again, his cockhead pressing hard against your cervix, bullying its way in until his heavy balls slapped against your clit, your fingers clawing against the plain brick wall, nothing to hold on too as he started fucking you harder from the new position.
âDon't you know how dangerous it is to roam outside at nighttime, especially if you look so fuckable and vulnerable. You're gonna attract the wrong kind of men you know?â
You tried to scream again, thrashing your head side to side, but his hand only tightened over your mouth making it hard for you to breathe. Tears streamed down your face as your legs shook violently to his relentless ramming inside your cunt.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest pressed flush against your back. âShhh,shhh, donât fight it, sweetheart. Youâre doing so good for me. Taking my cock like a good little slut.â
âAnd it's not like you're taking a cock for the first time, I went inside you so easily. Do you have a boyfriend, doll? Who's the lucky bastard fucking this sluty cunt of yours, not gonna lie I am quite jealous.â
Another hard thrust as he pushed himself up from the low angle making you whimper against his palm. You could feel the huge and fat cock of his dragging inside your walls, as it clenched around him due to your fear and distress.
His fingers on your throat loosened just a fraction, as you gasped finally able to breath taking deep shaky breaths only for him to slide up and force two thick fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue and fucking shallowly into your mouth as you choked and gagged on his fingers, while at the same time he fucked you with his cock slamming inside you.
He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting his cock settle inside you. One of his hands left your hip to grope roughly at your tits through your plain office shirt, âSuch a nice pair of tits, baby. Should I loosen them free? They will bounce real good while I fuck you rawâahhh....shit.â
Toji threw his head back letting out a deep moan as your cunt involuntarily clenched around him, your body reacting out of new found fear. The sudden tight squeeze made him hiss through his teeth.
âOh, baby don't do thatâ he let out a throaty chuckle near your ear, "Youâre gonna snap my dick in half. Don't worry I am not bothering with your shirt, too much work you know.â
You sobbed harder, body trembling as he picked up the speed again, fucking you harder and faster, as your whole body shook from his ruthless, rentless thrusts.
Your knees finally gave out beneath you as you almost fell down only for him to tighten his hold on your waist keeping you upright and going in and out inside of you groaning in your ear.
He lifted you higher with both his arms now wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling your body back against his chest as he slightly bent his knees and leaned a little backwards. Your feet left the ground, dangling helplessly just inches above the floor, toes pointing down but not touching.
The position was overwhelming, dangling like this, worse than before any of the positions he had put you through. Now, only supported by his arms around your waist, hardly able to move except by the thrusts of his cock.
Your body had grown so weak from the brutal fucking that all you could do now was take it, with your back arching against his chest as painful moans and whimpers spilled from your lips now free from his clamped hand.
âYou live around here, right?âhe asked grunting. âBet youâre gonna feel me leaking and dripping from your cunt all the way home when I fill you up, I hope you remember this big cock of mine, I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's.â
âGonna fill this sweet pussy of yours, doll.â He said his hips slamming up harder into you. âPump you full with my cum and youâre gonna take it all like the helpless little fucktoy you are. Ainât that right, princess?â
olderbf!toji makes you squirt for the first time âĄ
toji has you right where he wants you â pinned beneath him, cunt fluttering around his thick cock as he snaps his hips against yours, one of his large hands firm on your hip to keep you from squirming.
because with what heâs about to do, he knows youâll try to run.
your older boyfriend has had you on the edge of squirting countless times â not that you knew that. every time you get close, you run from the feeling, squirming away from him nervously. the feeling was so familiar, yet so foreign. you just couldnât allow yourself to let go.
toji wonât allow that tonight. if thereâs one thing he desperately wants, itâs to see his pretty girlfriend squirting all over his dick, to watch you make a mess.
âaahhhnnn! â toji! â feels sâgood,â you babble, both of your legs draped over his broad shoulders, cock buried deep inside of you as he hits every sensitive spot. spots only he could reach.
toji leans in, almost pressing his chest to yours, folding you into a filthy mating press â cock angled upwards to hit your g-spot with devastating skill. âthatâs my girl, doinâ so good." he knew he had to praise you, relax you, convince you not to run.
then, the familiar pressure builds, legs beginning to shake as you draw closer to the edge. "baby, wait â mnghh â feels weird," you whine, pushing his chest with your palm, yet he doesnât budge. not even an inch.
"donât run from it, just trust me, atta girl,â he rasps, balls slapping against your skin, fucking you with fast, shallow thrusts. "yâcan do it, doll."
you furrow your brows, desperately trying to fight the feeling. "toji, iâm serious! mnnn â feels like iâm gonna pee, please j-just â ahhh!" you whimper.
he takes both of your wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them above your head. âyou ainât gonna piss, â hah â just let it happen, baby,â he encourages, a knowing grin on his face.
his other hand snakes between your bodies, down to your clit, rubbing it side to side. your eyes widen as you feel it, that final push, that weird sensation that you desperately want to run from. but you donât. it happens too fast, too soon.
a gush of clear fluid spurts out of you, spraying tojiâs abs, his dick, and especially the sheets below you. your cheeks burn as you moan his name shamelessly, legs shaking on his shoulders. "thatâs it, baby â shit â make a mess."
toji was almost possessed by the sight, pounding you faster, harder, determined to draw out every drop, to fuck you through every pulse. "o-oh my god, toji!" you pant, pressing your forehead to his, trembling from overstimulation.
he slows his pace just a little, leaning back to admire the mess youâd made, abs glistening with fluid and sweat. it was the hottest thing heâd ever seen.
"got no idea how fuckinâ hot that is," he pants lightly, removing his hand from between your legs, using it to rub your thigh soothingly instead.
"gonna do it again fâme, yeah?" he rasps, beginning to thrust into you again â mean, deep, hard.
you knew the entire bed would be drenched before heâs finished with you.
a/n; thank you for 4.2k MWAH đ€ (sorry this oneâs a little short i wrote it on my break)
sum âź â âwhat's it like being in a situationship with toji (18+)
thereâs a few reasons why toji fushiguro is single.Â
heâs a man that likes his freedom way too much, coming and going as he pleases without explaining himself to anyone. he keeps his life simple on purpose. he likes his space, his schedule, and the freedom to disappear for a while whenever he feels like it. relationships mean drama he doesnât have time for, so he stays detached. well thatâs the basic reason.Â
then thereâs his ex-wife and his kid. their marriage crashed and burned years ago, but they still have to co-parent their son. it left enough baggage that toji keeps most people at a distance. he sees himself as a decent enough father even if he knows he fucks up sometimes, showing up for megumiâs games when he can and making sure the kid has what he needs. he thinks he loves in a quite weird way, he doesnât do big gestures but he does make time when it counts and worries about the boy more than he lets on.
and then thereâs you.Â
toji thinks you fit in his life perfectly. starting in just one night bleeding into the next until it became routine. he wasnât the type to stick around in the first place, yet here you are months deep in whatever unlabeled mess you guys are in. youâre younger than him, not by much but enough that he notices it in the way you see things sometimes, the energy you bring that cuts through his usual detachment without trying too hard. he likes that about you, how you dont push for more than whatâs there but still manage to make space for yourself in his day.
he found out through you that young people would call this type of relationship casual, the word slipping out one night when you were both tangled up in your sheets and he asked what you thought this was between you. he likes that label better than friends with benefits, which sounds corny and juvenile to him, like some college hookup that doesn't fit the way you two keep circling back to each other.Â
casual for him simply means he can let you into his life without promises. it means he can let himself into your apartment on random nights, you go to his place other nights. conversation stays easy, him ranting about work stuff and you sharings bits of your day, but it always shifts quick after a few minutes, his mouth on your neck and his hands pulling you closer until youâre riding him. that's how it is with the both of you. he likes how casual lets mornings with you happen, waking up to you stealing his shirt and making coffee together before he heads out, no questions about when heâll be back.Â
some days he picks you up after work, the weekends where he stays over feel even easier under that label, him fixing small things around your place or just lounging with you in bed, his big frame taking up most of the space while you talk about anything and everything, he even makes the effort to text you during the week now and then. casual makes it simple to keep things separate like that, his like with megumi in one box and this thing with you in another, no overlap unless he wants it.
âč àŁȘ Ë
âthat how you ride?â
toji teases as he leans back against the headboard, hands loose on your hips while you sink down onto him. you're straddling his lap in the middle on his bed, sheets already kicked to the side. heâs thick and deep inside you, stretching you open.
âshut up,â you mutter, rolling your hips slow, grinding down so heels every inch. âyou love it when i take my time. can literally feel how hard you are.â
he groans fingers digging into your ass as you lift up and slide back down. âyeah? keep talking like that and i might start believing you being in charge.â his green eyes drag over your body, watching the way your tits move with every roll of your hips. âfuckâlook at you. so wet already, youâve been thinking about this all day, havenât you? dirty girl.âÂ
you brace your hands on his chest and pick up the pace, riding him harder. â..maybe i have. maybe i touched myself earlier thinking about how good you stretch me. you gonna do something about it or just talk shit?â the words make his grip tighten, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers until you moan louder.
âkeep riding me just like that and iâll give you whatever you want,â he says, toji then thrusts up to meet you on the next downstroke making you gasp. âthatâs it.. bounce on this dick, baby. show me how bad you need it.â you lean forward so your clit grinds against him, tojiâs freehand comes up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you down into a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth while you keep moving on him.Â
when you pull back for air he doesn't let you go far, forehead pressed to yours. âs-sooo fucking tight..this pussy sucks me everytime. you feel that? love how deep i am?â you nod, breath shake as you ride him faster, thighs burning but you donât mind because the pleasure is just so good. âyesâfuck, toji, youâre so deep.. love itâlove it so muchâŠ. donât stop.â
âgood fucking girl. tell me more, yea? want to hear you beg for it while youâre creaming all over me.â you lean back, hands on his thighs for leverage, riding him with every energy you had left. your voice wrecks as you keep moaning his name telling him how close you are. âthen cum. lemme feel it⊠soak me baby.â
you keep grinding down on him chasing that edge. âiâm soâiâm so close.â he kept his eyes on you watching as your orgasm hits you, your walls clamping down around him as you cry his name. âtojiâ! shit shitâŠ.oh godââ your nails dig into his shoulders and he groans loud. you lean in close, still riding him with little energy, whispering against his mouth, âcum inside me. fill me up, toji, i want all of it baby.â that pushes him over the edge, he lets out another groan, hips jerking as he starts to cum. âshitâtake it. every fucking drop.â
you keep moving your hips in lazy circles, milking him though it while he twitches inside you. toji wonders how you could still do that after all that. right as heâs coming down, he looks up at you pulling a lazy smirk, âspit in my month, baby.â
you donât hesitate, leaning down and letting a string of spit drop onto his tongue. swallowing it as he pulls you down into another kiss, tongues sliding together. you two stay like that for a long minute, connected and messy, until toji starts cleaning for the both of you.Â
âč àŁȘ Ë
you stay pressed against his chest for a little while longer. toji eventually sighs and shifts under you.Â
âshower,â he grumbles. he lifts you off him carefully and stands up, stretching his back. âyou cominâ?â
you shake your head still too tired, âin a minute.â
he quietly heads to the bathroom. toji showers really fast when alone, you doubt heâll take longer than 10 minutes inside. you pull his discarded shirt and pad into the kitchen for a drink. the doorbell rings just as you set the glass down.
you walk over and open the door without thinking.Â
a woman with sharp features and dark hair stands there. sheâs dressed like she just came from workâblouse, jeans, purse on her shoulder. her eyes drop straight to your bare legs, tojiâs oversized shirt, and the obvious fucked up state of your hair. her mouth presses into a thin line.Â
you think you can safely assume who she is.
âso this is what heâs doing now,â she says as she looks you over again, slower this time, judging every detail. âyou look young.â
you open your mouth but nothing comes out right away.Â
you hear heavy footsteps from behind. toji appears a second later, towel low on his hips, water still running down his chest.Â
âcleats?â he asks, guessing what sheâs here for.Â
âyeah, megumi left them again.â her eyes flick back to you. âdidnât realize you had a guest.â
toji exhales through his nose. âgo wait inside,â he tells you. he then steps out and pulls the door almost close behind him.
you donât go far. as bad as it sounds you wanna hear a bit. to be fairâŠ. theyâre obviously going to talk about you? you should hear. you sit on the arm of the couch, close enough to hear through the crack.Â
âshe one of your regulars?â his ex asks, not even trying to be quiet. âbarely looks old enough to be out of college.â
âsheâs a friend,â toji says evenly. âand sheâs out of college. she helps out sometimes, itâs not a big deal.â
a friend. the word lands like a slap.
it sucks hearing it out loud like that. you donât even know why it bothers you so muchâyou keep telling yourself you donât want to get attached, that this casual thing is perfect because itâs easy and he never makes you feel like you have to ask for more. but it still stings, sitting here in his shirt after he was just inside you, knowing heâs out there drawing that clean line with her. you donât want to be the girl who catches feelings and ruins it.Â
his ex laughs, âright. a friend who answers your door half naked. real classy, toji. try not to let megumi walk in on your âfriendsâ next time. he doesnât need to see that.âÂ
âdrop it,â toji says, his tone hardening. âiâll grab the cleats, you can leave.â
âjust keep your shit seperate. thatâs all iâm saying.â
their voices drop after that. normal co-parent talk about schedules and practices. you stay on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to ignore the knot in your chest. you swallow it down. a minute later the door opens.
âsorry about her,â toji says as he closes the door, âsheâs always been like that.â
you shrug, âitâs whatever, itâs none of my business.â
he watches you for a second, like heâs trying to read you, but you donât give him anything. he walks over and stops right in front of you.Â
âyou good?â he asks.
âyeah,â you say softly. you still lean into his touch instead of pulling away. the sting is still there, but you push it back where it belongs. this is what casual means. his life, his kid, his exâall in their own boxes. youâre in yours. you knew that from the start.
toji nods, seeming satisfied with the answer, and pulls you closer. âcâmere.â his mouth finds yours, slow and comforting like always. you let it happen because with toji fighting wouldnât change anything.
simon loves everything you do during sex. when you clench your cunt around his cock and make him see stars, the pretty noises you make as he stretches you open on two thick fingers, the way you taste when you gush all over his tongue- everything.
but his favourite thing? when you scratch down his back while he's pounding you into the mattress. the way you desperately claw at his shoulders as he shoves his cock deep inside you. he's reaching places you didn't know could be reached and you need to grab onto something- anything to cope with the overwhelming pleasure he's bringing you.
the first time you did it he was caught off guard, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as your nails raked along his back, leaving a streak of red irritated flesh in their wake. you noticed the way he hesitated, noticed the groan that left him, and the way he adjusted his pace of his hips against yours.
you force your hands off him, opting to tangle them into the sheets instead. simon scowled- actually looked visibly upset, and a moment later he was grabbing you by the wrist, placing your hand onto his back again. you were confused now- you thought he didn't like it.
you couldn't have been more wrong.
he leans down so his mouth is pressed right next to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "keep doin' that," he groans, tilting your hips so the tip of his cock grinds against the squishy spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in your head. "keep doin' it and don't you ever fuckin' stop- y'hear me? want you to mark me up, yeah? want everyone to know i fuck you so good you start clawin' at me."
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Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Disgustingly loving sex (sorry). Soft dom!Simon Talks You Through Itâąïž Creampie. Brief mention of Readerâs insecurities w sex
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It wasnât like you hadnât tried before.
Youâd had your fair share of lovers and experienced more than a good deal of fun. With everyone in the past, climax came the same way, every single time: clitoral stimulation, and clitoral stimulation alone.
By this point in your life, you suspected your g-spot was probably just a figment of your imagination, no more real than Atlantis, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.
That was, until, you met your boyfriend, Simon.
And things had only been official for a week.
You and him had fooled around a handful of timesâmade love, as he called it, and kissed and cuddled and occasionally dry-humped until the two of you were both panting, groaning messesâbut all of this was new. Simon was still learning you, as you were him.
He finished between your tits. You came on his tongue. He fingered you to the point of tears, and you learned how to touch his sac just right to get him to blow his load in seconds. On this night in particular, you were fucking missionary, and holding hands while you did.
Lovesick puppies, Price would say. Neither one of you seemed able to unglue your lips or unlace your fingers or keep your hips from colliding again and again and again in frantic search of the otherâs furthest depths. You were perfectly wrapped up, with no desire to move
Except, you needed to reach down between your bodies to actually get off. That was a minor detail.
You didnât think the man above you would mind if you moved your touch from his, but then that grip tightened the second you tried pulling away.
âKeep it there, lovie. Like holding you like this,â he said.
You enjoyed it, too. It was intimate, and sweet, and with your hands pinned on either side of you, locked securely in his, you felt safe. You just couldnât finish.
âBut IâŠI need to come,â you whispered against him. You rolled your hips and felt his cock twitch inside you.
Simon grunted, then swallowed. Nodded slowly.
âYeah. Iâll get you there. Feel this?â
He slid deeper for emphasis.
You didnât.
You rarely did, or at least not in the way you figured you were supposed to get when something pressed there.
âI thinkâŠsort of, yeah,â you hedged your answer.
Donât bruise his ego, donât hurt his feelings.
This is all on me, Si, I promise itâs not you.
Cutting in over your thoughts, Simon moved swiftly. Took your hips in his big, strong hands, lifted up, and plunged his cock to the hilt. The girth of him was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, and you felt your walls stretch, sting, and weep sweet liquid warmth around that intrusion. You moaned.
âBetter?â The manâs question was simple.
Before you could answer it, he was sliding a pillow underneath your backside. Sawing his long, thick, leaking cock in and out of you, he reached a new spot.
You made a face, feeling good from that butâŠstrange.
Simon snatched your hands up again and planted them beside your head on the mattress. He thrusted steadily. He peppered kisses all over your face and your neck while the bed frame squeaked in time, and you had to dig your heels into his ass to ground yourself.
âTalk to me, baby. Canât make it better if you donât.â
âIâI know, I just canâtââ
At the same time, Simon tilted your hips slightly once more, and the tip of his cock kissed something soft and wet and dizzyingly pleasurable inside your body. A loud, embarrassing cry slipped out between your lips.
You wanted to clap a hand over your mouth, hating the way youâd just sounded, but your fingers were stuck to his. Simon grinned down at you, toothy and approving.
âCanât do what, now, darlinâ?â
The warm, bulbous head of his cock had found its mark, and he just kept prodding that spot, like it entertained him to do it. The fingers laced between your own constricted their grip even more, and Simon leaned down to kiss you while his cock carved a mind-numbing path. In between kisses, he praised you.
âThatâs my girl. Sheâs likinâ it now, isnât she?â
But still, somehow, it just wasnât quite enough.
Maybe youâd never found that place after all.
This was where most men gave upâafter a few good minutes of fucking when their balls had gotten to be as swollen as stones and their bodies were aching for release, more often than not, theyâd go off chasing their own high. That was when you usually started rubbing your clit, or waited for your partner to finish so they could get you off with their tongue or something.
You hated to feel like a burden, and you really despised the thought of being the reason your sweet Simon couldnât get to orgasm. So you squirmed again.
Straining to reach down, to try and touch yourself, you whimpered, âSi, please, it justâit takes me too longââ
âGood thing weâve got all night,â Simon replied bluntly.
Then, once again, he twisted your bodies like you were as soft and malleable as putty in his hands, and this time, he hitched one of your legs around his hip, high.
With one slow-rolling thrust and an audibly squelching sound, Simonâs cock stretched your hole to maximum capacity, and then a little more. Your juices leaked down his shaft, aiding the slide, and he stabbed in a few shallow strokes. Probing. Testing the waters, as if he were trying to find something hidden inside you.
You sucked in a breath. Simonâs gaze slid to yours.
âLetâs find that precious spot, lovie. Easy, now.â
Gently coaxing your body open, he drove a slow, measured pace. He split your cunt like it was the easiest thing in the world, delving within your wet, velvety heat to tease every contour and crevice of your pussy. His tip leaked precome. His balls glistened in your arousal and landed with the gentlest plap, plap, plaps while he explored your insides with his member.
It really was as simple as that, nothing more and nothing less than poking around. Having patience.
âS-Si,â you stammered, nose wrinkling slightly.
âWhatâsâat, baby? Got something to tell me?â
Like a teacher, almost, he pressed for more.
Like his cock was showing you something new about your body but he needed your help to tell him just how and where to find it, Simon took care to be kind. He smoothed a hand over the crown of your head and then cradled the back of it, one massive set of fingers splayed out against your skull and engulfing it wholly.
He still held onto your other hand tight.
Your cunt pulsed. Ached. Fluttered around him.
Stuffed to the brim, you had only to feel, and murmur:
âHigher.â
âHigher?â
âUm, to theâŠto the left.â
Simon tilted his hips left.
Yes.
That was just it. So close.
AlmostâŠ
Or, maybeâŠ
âMaybe it justâŠisnât there,â you huffed out, deflating. âKnow youâre trying so hard, baby, but I think I canâtââ
Then Simon hit the same spot as before, only higher.
Just like youâd told him: to the left, and thenâŠ
âOh, fuck,â you cursed. âOh, fuckfuckfuck.â
The grin above you stretched even wider.
âThere, lovie?â Simon goaded you on.
âRight there.â You nodded furiously.
A wave of pleasure swept through your limbs, from your core down to the soles of your feet. Your toes curled, and you squeaked, feeling Simonâs cock graze that soft, spongy, sensitive placeâexcept heâd pushed in deeper. The sensation made your eyes roll back.
âLittle dove doesnât mind my pokinâ after all, huh?â Simonâs words were a tease, but you heard a strain in them, too. The second you were caught in the throes of real pleasure, your cunt mustâve clamped like a vice.
âKeepâŠkeep pokinâ, Si,â you choked out. âI like it.â
Your lover kept at itâpoking from the inside.
The routine almost felt like losing your virginity all over again, together. Simon cradled your head, told you how good you were doing, how sweet you were for him, and you whimpered under his hold. Squirmed and clung to him for dear life, then kissed him feverishly.
Simonâs mouth was hard and hungry, his thrusts deep. His cock throbbed within the wet, clenching confines of your pussy, and he seemed to be going wild at the feeling. With the idea that he was driving you wild, too.
You realized as much when he whispered it to you.
âCould lose my bloody mind when youâre like thisââ Another sharp, labored breath. Another shudder passing through his body when your insides squeezed. ââso why didnât you talk? Ask for what you needed?â
Your voice was small. âDidnât wanna be a bother.â
Your eyes were locked with Simonâs, and in his irises, you caught a shade of concern. It flared, hot as anything, then mixed with disbelief. Disappointment.
âDonât be angry, Si, Iââ you started, hurried.
ââMânot.â Simon blinked. But he gritted his teeth, and he withdrew his cock until the head was bumping and teasing between your folds, then he shook his head. âItâs those fuckinâ pricks who should be sorry, yeah?â
The ones that youâd been with before.
You wanted to protest, insist that you were at least partly to blame, but you never got the opportunity.
Simon was back inside you in a blink.
Hitting that same spot again, and again, and again.
He grinned, the tic of a muscle in his jaw telling you that he was less amused this time around, but proud.
Vindicated.
âWell. Itâs not like theyâre ever gettinâ a chance in between these pretty legs again, are they, lovie?â
You nodded in agreement.
You smiled back at him, only to have that gentle curve falter a little when you felt Simonâs thrusts accelerate.
âOnly thing thatâs gonna touch this spot otherân my cock is my seed, splatterinâ all over your walls, right?â
When he gave a playful nip to your lower lip and squeezed your hand tighter, you knew that he meant it. The man had plunged so deep inside you that his pubic bone was now grinding against your skin, and the rest of him was buried. His balls, all full and warm and heavy with his release, rested firmly in your cleft.
And the steady, measured strokes of his cock landed with near-surgical precision on the G-spot youâd convinced yourself up until tonight didnât exist.
Simon beamed. You were overcome with ecstasy.
âThis it, lovie? This spot right âere?â he cooed.
His cock bobbed against that gummy and indescribably dizzying place, causing your last moan to morph into something more akin to a shriek.
You nodded your head: âY-Yes. Yes.â
âFeel good when I hit it?â
âFucking perfect, Si.â
You sighed when the man bottomed out for what felt like the millionth time, and the pleasure never waned. He felt just as good now as he did when he first got in.
âYeah? Gonna come on my cock then, pretty girl?â
âYeah. Iâmâ Iâm so close.â
âGo on then, love.â
And, shortly, you did.
Maybe three, four, five more stabs of his cock to your most precious, intimate place and you were unraveling beneath him, stars bursting in your line of vision. It seemed dramatic to say, but that was really what it came toâyour mouth hanging open, eyes wide, gaze peering into Simonâs while he fucked you through the most intense orgasm of your life. You clung to him, and your walls spasmed again and again and again, milking the manâs release in the next few seconds. Simon shuddered and grit his teeth as he unloaded a thick, gooey load inside, dousing that spongy, body-numbing spot and then some. The two of you moaned in unison.
Your body was boneless, your head a hazy mess.
It took several seconds for your conscious mind to come back online fully, and when it did, Simon was leaning in again and planting kisses along your face.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmured, breath fanning hot across your skin. âMy perfect girl. You did so good.â
You smiled and caught his mouth for a proper kiss.
âThank you,â you murmured against him.
Then Simon squeezed your handâthe one heâd been holding this entire time. He lifted it gently, like he was afraid too rough of a movement might split you in two.
He turned your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, eyes locked on yours and expression soft while he did.
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content warning: kinktober day 17 - marathon :3, smut, feral ushijima x reader, yes.. he's big, creampie, not proofread
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lord have mercy... it's simmering hot, the room smells of sex and sweat as you come back from your unconsciousnessâbreath hitching and voice all ragged from the way you screamed at the top of your lungs, taking in your husband's ferocious fat cock.
you've just orgasmed once, but holy shit did it knock all the wind out of your lungs as he continued to fuck you through your limits. your gummy pink walls never let loose for his monstrous girth that remained pistoning through your cunt with great haste.
your bodies rub against each other, sheen and dripping with sweat as the clicking of his pelvis hitting your ass echoed along the walls of your bedroom. clinging onto dear life whole your knuckles turned a shade of white from gripping onto the bedsheets with all your might, your back arched like crazy while you felt him pulsate inside of youâdragging his dick on and out your tight pussy.
all you could do was continue moaning and gasping for air and staining your sheets with cum. you couldn't escape ushijima when he's gone absolutely feral. with his strong, big build, the stretching is always going to be intense, even if he prepares you with his thick fingers. the ringing you both hear? it's the lewd sounds of your bodies connecting repeatedly filling the air.
ushijima's grip on your waist was absolutely bruising and felt like he was cinching you in while making sure your legs stayed open for him. he's grunting, suppressing his primal urges and moans while he tilts his head back as waves of pleasure wash over him.
you? you were ready to cum again with the way he's nonstop yanking your ass back onto his girth that's filling in every crevice of your body. it was hard to breathe but you loved every overstimulating second of itâclawing at your headboard, face basically down into your pillow, all while your ass stayed up for him to demolish.
god, every time he slid outâyou felt so empty without ushijima. but in? you were completely stuffed to the brim, frothing with a milky white outline on the circumference of his cock, even followed by the squelching wet sounds coming from your cunt that dripped with your mixed juices.
your walls are stretched to the max just for his obscene size, like ushijima's cock was molding you to be his pussy. feeling him his your cervix was eye rolling, your mouth's hung wide open, drooling into your pillow as your legs tremble and shake from the way he hits you in your most sensitive areas to bring you to straight euphoria.
creampie after creampie, he's still at itâgiving you the whole bakery. the amount of cum he's spilled inside your womb was insane. the sight of just sliding his cock out to watch your gaping hole twitch and suddenly splat out his milky white load was such a sight for him..
childhoodfriend!ushijima who first saw you when your family moved into the house across from his. he watched as you helped carry a box inside your new home, laughing out loud at something your parents said
childhoodfriend!ushijima who was formally introduced to you when his parents invited your family for dinner one random night. he awkwardly shook your hand after you had announced to the whole room about being his new friend
childhoodfriend!ushijima who was dragged along with whatever shenanigans you wanted from that day forward. bug-catching? he was there holding the bucket. climbing trees? he was ready to catch you fall. sneaking out to buy a snack? he was somehow the one ordering
childhoodfriend!ushijima who then dragged you along to his dad's volleyball practice. he'd watch you attempt to receive the ball, only to have it bounce on your face. he was worried you'd cry from the pain, but surprisingly, you only grinned. he still threw a silent tantrum, however, when you didn't share his level of enthusiasm about volleyball
childhoodfriend!ushijima who appreciated your presence at his games. he'd listen to your cheersâspecifically just for himâbefore throwing the ball upwards for his killer serves. he couldn't hide his satisfaction whenever you'd yell, "no touch ace wakatoshi!" for the whole court to hear
childhoodfriend!ushijima who does not deny liking you when tendou teased him. he does indeed like youâyou were his childhood best friend, so why wouldn't he like you? when he said this to tendou, he got laughed at, much to his confusion
childhoodfriend!ushijima who was always by your side during break, lunch, and after practise. he walked you to your classroom before he went to his, waited for you outside your room for lunch, and reserved a spot for you in the gym to watch him train (even when coach washijou forbade it)
childhoodfriend!ushijima who sometimes wonder why his heart beats faster when you smile than when he's on his fifth lap around the campus. he didn't understand why his face always felt warm whenever you hold his hand or lay your head on his shoulder. he consulted tendou about his cardiovascular worries, only to be laughed at his face again
childhoodfriend!ushijima who connected the dots after seeing you do a poor attempt at a jump serve. he watched you hide your face in embarrassment and felt his heart spike when you complimented him as a top ace of japan. well, tendou also helped when he straight-up said his crush on you was obvious to everyone except the two of you (he tried to deny it at first, but tendou was seriously at his wit's end)
childhoodfriend!ushijima who didn't wait for any opportunity to confess. he did so while walking you back to your dorm building. he'd admit that it was unromantic of him to just plainly admit he liked you and wanted to pursue a romantic relationship via a formal courtship, but all that mattered was that you agreed
childhoodfriend!ushijima who still acted like nothing had changedâexcept for the fact that there was a romantic undertone to everything he does to you. suddenly, he was more expressive, wishing you good luck on every little thing and complimenting you in the most random way possible. tendou chastised him, but he couldn't think of why saying "i see you grew a few centimetres taller," was wrong
childhoodfriend!ushijima who nearly teared up when you accepted him as your boyfriend. he felt his heart stop at the word "yes," before he had engulfed you in a hug. he didn't even realise he had hugged you. he had a small, genuine smile on his face as he promised to treasure you for as long as he'd live. you called him dramatic, but he pointed out the obvious flush on your face and the massive smile on your lips
childhood best friends to lovers trope fits ushijima so much
Your head is pressed against the pillow, but it does nothing to muffle your needy little whines and whimpers.Your knuckles turn white as you grip the sheets.
âPlease- i canât⊠itâs too much!â
Your sobs fall on deaf ears as he plunges his cock into you over and over again. It rubbed against every ridge on your soft, wet walls. He leans over, chest pressed against your back. His fingers tangled into your hair, pulling your head back a bit.
âLook at ya⊠poor thingâŠâ
He kisses your cheek ever so sweetly, contrasting with his rough hands and the deep, fast thrusts of his cock. He brushes your sweat-damp hair away from your face.
âJust a little more,babyâŠâ
His hand sneaks under you, rubbing your bud in small, tight circles. You squirm, letting out a strangled sound from the pure pleasure and overstimulation of it.
âN-no! âTs too much⊠canâtâ
He laughs deeply, and it melts into a groan as you clench down on him. He lets go of your hair, pulling back.
âYou can⊠you can and willâ
He resumes his beautifully torturous rhythm. He shifts his hips, the new angle has his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. It sends shivers down your spine and your eyes roll back.
Your mouth falls open as this sends you over the edge, again. You sob, the sensation too much for you to handle, too intense, in a way that has your skin crawl and your cunt clench impossibly around him.
âThere ya goâŠâ He whispers, his hand slowing on your clit, finally stopping all movement. His hard cock stays lodged inside you.
Youâre panting, spent, ready to call it quits. Your grip on the sheets loosens and your head rests on the pillow, eyes glazed over and unfocused.
Then he starts moving again, still not done with you. You let out a whine, a tear sliding down your cheek.
âPleaseâŠâ
âI know, baby, I know⊠just need to fill ya upâŠâ
18+ mdni simon riley is a horrible lay, everyone says.
thatâs what youâve heard around base, from men and women alike. heâs too fucking big, apparently, fucks like the mean bastard that he is. hurts. apparently, heâs so cold he doesnât even care for his partner. and apparently, every time anyoneâs tried to sleep with him, theyâve always stormed out of his room, pissed off at him because his room is a hellhole.Â
apparently. itâs all word of mouth, but you believe it.Â
but after the end of the month drinks at the local spoons, you can barely get simon off you, heâs pawing at you with his big hands. the two of you split a cider in two, and he looks at you with his big brown eyes, ây- youâre really fucking hot.â he blurts out, kissing your nose with chapped lips.
his face is red, blushing deeply as you try your best to not flush the same. âand johnny told me you canât ever think about the pretty lass on floor 3 with the filing cabinet, but guess what, i can.â he kisses you on the side of your head this time, and youâre enjoying his affections.
itâs only back in his room on base that he fumbles with his belt, before he looks at you again, âs-sorry, itâs just, i donât really get to spend the night with pretty women like you-â
you want to hide your face in his pillows, his room is really fucking nice. he has plants, actual plants growing from gaz, sketch drawings from johnny, photographs of him and the captain.Â
his cock is huge, hard and leaking, slapping against his stomach, but he still looks at you with his sweet brown eyes, âlove, itâs okay if itâs too bigâŠâ he sounds dejected already, but you just shake your head, itâs nowhere near as big what the word around base was.Â
âitâs fine simon-â you whisper, licking your lips and placing kitten licks on his length, feeling the taste of him coat your tongue.Â
âno no no-â he shakes his head, pulling away before his hands touch your wet panties, âfuck, youâre so wet love.âÂ
and then he dives in, tugging them off, before licking at your cunt with a sloppy tongue, he doesnât have a technique down but whatever the fuck heâs doing itâs good, your legs are shaking as his tongue dips inside you.
âgotta make sure itâs good for you-â okay, what the fuck was anyone talking about?
he slides into you with ease, and thrusts into you? his hands above your head, his eyes still looking at you. âyouâre very fuckinââŠÂ mmmphâŠÂ hot.â he says, with a grin on his scarred face that would look terrifying if it wasnât for the way his brown eyes shone with sweetness.
Â
it wasnât long before his cock twitches inside of you, and his eyes roll back, âoh fuck love, right thereâ fuck!â he was filling you deep, his cum thick in your stomach.Â
âlove?â he asks, whimpering, his head on your chest, âlove, did you find it good?â heâs desperate for your fucking approval.Â
you kiss his head, his soft curls growing out of army regs.
âyes darling.â fuck the word of mouth, did anyone even try this with him?
âth-thank you dove-â he pants, his cock deep inside you as you keep stroking his hair, feeling his breath even out.Â
you know when men slap their dick on your pussy a few times before they put it in? i feel like the 141 each have their own ritual.
simon? he slaps with weight. his cock is heavy, girthy, and he sort of just lets it drop against you, wet, blunt smacks across your lips and clit until youâre slick enough that every smack sounds obscene and youâre whining for him to just put it in already.
price slides his. he doesnât tease so much as he just wants to watch his cock coat with your come. dragging the length of himself through your lips slowly, getting himself nice and wet until his fat head finally catches at your entrance on its own.
kyleâs the kind to feed you only the tip just to pull it out and drag the whole length of his cock up to your clit and back down, notches the head in again, pulls out, drags it back up. heâll get lost doing it too if you let him, ten-fifteen minutes of it.
johnny slaps your cunt with his cock because he likes to watch. eyes locked on the way you twitch every time it lands, bringing it down in quick, smacking succession. distantly wondering where the hell he left his phone.
ă €êšïž. sweet talk/praise, overstim, fem!reader, shy!reader, p in v,
when you and hiromi higuruma first had sex you were oh so shy. you could barely look him in the eyes while he sat in between you legs, kissing and sucking like a man starved. you knew he liked being in control. he liked knowing exactly what spots he could hit inside of you with his dick to make you go crazy. he liked how wet you got when he bottomed out fully and his pelvis kissed your puffy, wet clit. he adored when your eyes rolled back from how good he felt inside of you, how you babbled pure nothingness while clinging to him for life, or how you gripped his achingly hard cock forcing him to slow his thrusts so he doesnât cum too fast and end this euphoric moment.
he liked being close to you in missionary, analyzing your face for any sign of discomfort or sudden pleasure or just watching the tears of pleasure fall down you face. his thrust were calculated, eliciting the exact reaction he knew youâd have. he knew how you clenched onto his cock whenever he thrusted slow and deep. he knew how loud you got when he propped you legs onto his shoulders, pinning you down on the mattress with his broad body. and he knew how dumb you got when he had you flipped over doggy style, drooling onto the mattress.
and his favorite past time was tasting you, just to feel you squirm against his mouth while he swirled his tongue around your puffy, sensitive clit. he knew you could squirt. he was easy for him to get you there to drench his chin in your sweet juices as you came from how deep his long fingers were curled inside of you paired with the overwhelming sensation of him licking your clit. hiromi knew all the ways to make you go dumb as well. he knew how much you loved when he talked to you. heâd grab your chin, angling your face forcefully to meet each others eyes heavy with lust.
âyouâre so good to meâŠfuck.â
âmy god, youâre so fucking wet.â
âwhoâs got you this hot and bothered, hm?â
heâs got you on the edge of the bed, back arched and ass up meeting his brutal thrusts. you cried out, âi..itâs t-too muchhhh⊠hiromi please! fuck i c-canât!â
âyou canât?â he responds, pressing his sweat-glistened, toned chest to your back. âyou can. you wanted this, doll. you were impatient and needy for my dick earlier and how you canât take it?â
you never understood why men insisted on emptying every last thing from their pockets before taking their trousers off. such a waste of time when youâre spread out on the bed looking so sweet for whoever it is you took home.
typically keys, wallet, maybe some gum, pocket knife, whatever. never a condom, funnily enough.
simon riley has so many stupid pockets on those stupid cargos of his.
chapstick (shocking considering the state of his lips), at least two lighters, a pen, flip phone, wallet, money clip. seriously who needs a wallet and a money clip.
safe to say the process is going on longer than usual.
you tip your head back in frustration, getting wetter and more impatient by the second. you hear it before you see it. the clicking of his gun being set on your dresser.
you look at him, watching his fingertips leave the sleek metal. it looks like it would feel cold on your skin. whatever. no big deal. itâs just this big, giant man, trusting you enough to leave his military issued firearm unattended on your dresser while he fucks you.
youâre not really sure why this is really getting you going. itâs the complete opposite of the time that one guy pulled his mango strawberry vape out of his pocket and you sent him home immediately. total opposite.
whatâs really crazy is you never see another man other than simon riley after that night.
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