NOIR

[n0irzz]

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑 ! 18, ♪‧₊˚ this page is not intended for children, as it contains themes that are not suitable for young audiences. this is your only warning.

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[bwfambi]

zuko having one child is insane i would’ve been pregnant every damn year

#KeepPounding

[kill3ill]

best friend! sukuna loves how territorial you are over him. (18+)

sukuna notices instantly how the tone of your voice seems a lot less cloyingly sweet and syrupy and a lot more biting and bitchy, like his normally is. he notices how you're hovering around him a lot more than usual and frown at him when he strays too far. he definitely sees the glinting in your eyes; glossiness from tears ready to spill when he gives his attention to other people. and for the first few weeks of noticing your change in behavior, he simply watches with rapt fascination, savoring every gesture that betrays your barely contained jealousy.

he's relishing in it, to say the least. lots of things amuse him. children crying, people falling, towering over puny humans and making them feel pathetic... but nothing more than seeing his brat spiral over him.

you'd been on edge all day. he'd been getting far too much attention at the bar you'd brought him too, and you had to watch in disbelief as he deliberately flirts with another girl in front of you. his third of the night, actually. by the time she leaves her phone number on a little slip of paper and puts it in the pocket of his pants, you're sitting angry at the bar, circling the rim of your untouched drink with a scowl on your face. you're not even bothering to hide it at this point, which sukuna finds hilarious.

he takes the piece of paper and crumples it up in his fist, chucking it - like the others he received tonight - into a trashcan before leaning over you with a grin on his face. "why're you sulking? it was your idea to come here. you said it'd be such fun." he's sure to sound as mocking as possible.

you glare at him with your jaw clenched, trying to keep it together. you don't say anything, not wanting to dignify his petty teasing with an immature response. you know he likes riling you up for fun, and as amusing as you assume it is for him, you're really not in the mood for it right now. you'd asked him to spend time with you at your favorite spots in the city, and he'd spent the entire time flirting with girls in front of your face. reminding you that he'd never pay attention to you like that. that he's not attracted to you like you are to him.

sukuna tilts his head, watching you like you're a show put on just for him. you grow warm at the intense way he's staring at you and straighten your posture, trying to pretend that you haven't been sulking and fuming secretly, but sukuna, unfortunately for you, doesn't buy it for a second. he moves closer, pressing in behind you from where you're sitting at the bar on your stool. he brushes his fingers against yours absentmindedly before placing both hands on either side of you, caging you in place with his big body and strong arms.

"you're jealous," he says jeeringly, and he watches your eyes widen and your chest starting to rise and fall at a quicker pace.

your words catch in your throat. your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. sukuna takes your silence as hesitation and laughs quietly. "cute," he says casually, reaching up to roll a lock of your hair between the pads of his forefinger and thumb. "my little brat, thinking she can hide her feelings. but she's so obvious."

"i don't know what you're talking about, ryo." you finally manage to murmur, looking away from him and frowning at his inability to take you seriously. you think denying your obvious dislike of his flirting with women would squash it, but instead, sukuna leans in and does the one thing you hate most, just to get a rise out of you further.

he mimics your voice, perfectly. each syllable sounds more condescendingly pitchy than the last because he exaggerates the octave you speak in, making it sound soft and petulant. "sukunaaa, why were you talking to her?" his imitation of you was made as annoying as possible. he even grabs onto your arms for effect too; a habit you had developed unknowingly. the need to touch him and leave your mark on him if he kept talking to girls in front of you. then he snorts, amused by the look on your face.

"you know you don't need to sulk and whine at me to get my attention, don't you?

you scoff at the duh tone of his voice. it's like he thinks you're stupid and childish for having feelings. at the very least, you'd at least think it'd be unfair to invite you out just to ignore you every few minutes with a girl. you think for a moment that he should've just brought one of his other friends here if all he wanted to do was flirt, but he doesn't have any. it's just you. and that was how you liked it. but you don't know how much more you can take of this.

you want him to stop being mean because it actually hurts your feelings.

you turn your head away and return to ignoring him, which is a big mistake. "aw." he tuts, leaning down to brush his mouth against your ear and whisper directly inside of it. "did i upset you?" he grabs your jaw, turning your face back to face him so he can look into your eyes as he mocks you. some friend, really. you're starting to wonder why you hang out with him at all.

you try to shove him. "stop it. you're being horrible. it's just making me want to ditch you and go home. if you wanted to pick up women, you could've just come here by yourself."

"oh," he laughs. "so this is what your tantrum is about. me talking to someone else for ten seconds."

you want to claw his face. you want him to kiss you.

"if you're jealous, i'd prefer if you were honest and admitted it." he says. you shake your head rapidly, denying the claim. you wouldn't want to ever initiate anything with sukuna. you do like to keep your claws in him, sure, but that could be mistaken for you looking out for your friend. only wanting the best for him, as if he couldn't make those decisions himself. admitting you're jealous is a whole different thing entirely.

you fumble over your words as you respond. "i-i'm not admitting anything thats not true. a-and i'm leaving. i don't have to take this from you."

you hop off your stool and make it about two steps while muttering that "he's an asshole" and that "you hate him" before one of his big, calloused hands closes around the back of your neck. scruffing you like you're a runaway pet. “ah-ah.” his voice sends a shiver down your spine. “where are you off to, hm?”

"kuna lemme go," you protest, and naturally, he does noting of the sort. with his firm grip, and another hand slipping to to your waist to guide you forward, he directs you towards the men’s bathroom to discuss your behavior privately.

he locks the two of you in a stall and pushes you against the door, admiring the look on your face. “crying now?”

"no, shut up, will you?" if he asks if you're crying, chances are you'll start crying harder because he brought attention to it. he knows how to play you so infuriatingly well, and always is one step ahead of you to make sure you fall into the palm of his hands.

"yeah you are. why are you crying now, hm?" he murmurs, leaning close, “i’m giving you all the attention you want.” you try to step away again, embarrassed tears slipping down your cheek, but he grabs your waist and drags you backwards with zero effort, pinning you in place once more. he pushes his whole body against yours, and his thigh spreads you easily, forcing your legs open as he settles you exactly where he wants you.

your fists press uselessly against his chest, trying to free yourself. he doesn't budge at all. "stay still," he tuts, his breath ghosting over your lips as he leans into your face. he watches how you react in turn, trembling, letting out a little gasp, then melting against him because you realize this was the attention you wanted from him this whole time.

"good,” he whispers. even though it's praise, it still comes out as taunting. "see? you listen just fine when i tell you what to do." his free hand slides up and rests at the underside of your breast, his thumb brushing the curve gently.

"jealous little brat," his lips trace along your neck. "you fall apart the second i look at someone else, don’t you?"

you tense and shake your head, whimpering when his thumb reaches up to your nipple and pushes down gently on the hardening bud, then rolling it around the through the thin fabric of your top.

“admit it.” he commands. sukuna's voice loses the mimicry, and he sounds dead serious now, wanting you to tell him the truth. that you're possessive of him when you have no right to be.

"i'm not jealous!"

he shakes his head at your defiance, pushing his leg up against your core. to add to the stimulation, his blunt fingers begin pushing into the waistband of your shorts, knuckles brushing your stomach before his palm slides lower under your skirt until he's cupping you through your underwear.

he's trying to seduce the truth out of you.

sukuna's fingers slip beneath the cotton fabric, toying with your pussy the second he gets access. he doesn't give you the courtesy of buildup, just pushing the thick pad of his finger right against the sensitive folds of your pussy and circling slowly.

your thighs tremble as his fingers tease you with an infuriating slowness. "sukuna please,"

he relishes at the sound of you pleading, prodding the tip of one thick finger inside you, then retracting it, going back to toying along the outside of your hole. "say it." he repeats firmly.

you try to shake your head again but your hips are already bucking into his hand to try and coax his fingers inside, but he refuses, continuing to rub your folds and occasionally brush his thumb against your clit with just enough pressure to make your thighs quiver. "stop being mean," you complain softly, exhaling deeply when he pushes just the tip of his thick finger inside you and circling before tugging it back out and returning to playing with your pussy.

"why? you're enjoying yourself, aren't you? look how wet you are." he slips his finger back inside your now sopping hole. just the tip again, deep enough to make you gasp and grab at his thigh. he rocks his hips towards you on instinct, brushing his painfully hard cock against the inside of your thigh. he's all worked up because of you. but he's more concerned about your pleasure and getting you to admit the truth than he is about fucking his best friend stupid right now.

"say it, brat. say you hate when i look at anyone else. say you want me to only want you." his finger slips inside you deeper as he growls out his words, thrusting it inside to the first knuckle and curling it inside you to push against your sensitive insides.

“oh fuck- o-okay, okay, i got jealous!” you gasp out, your voice high and strung out as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you deeply and twisting as he tugs them out with a curve of his wrist, before pushing back in again.

he groans, satisfied by the admission. “there you go. you deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” you nod eagerly, rocking your hips into his hand as he continues bullying his thick fingers into your weeping hole.

you let out a cry, clinging onto him as he focuses solely on your pleasure now that he knows the truth. he leans forward and presses his mouth hotly to your throat, thrusting his fingers up into you and pushing them against your puffy walls, finding that deep spot inside you that makes you cry out. once his thumb moves to roll your clit against the rough pad, he has you gushing around him and making a mess of his hand.

sukuna tugs his fingers out of you with a soft, slick sound, bringing them up to his mouth to taste his sweet best friend on his tongue. then he hoists you up so you’re wrapping your legs around him.

“let’s hear what else you confess when you’ve got your pussy stuffed with my cock.”

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[alltoowsll]

GOD BLESS AMERICA. AND HE NAMED EVERY SINGLE AMERICAN COUNTRY

[n0irzz]

bad bunny’s performance was so beautifully cinematic in ways that made me literally jump from my couch. for those who claimed that it was bad, or said they didnt understand it, should REALLY open their eyes and focus on the bigger picture.

one of the best performances ever in superbowl history I DONT CAREE FUCK ICE

[n0irzz]

࣪𖤐.ᐟ plug!reader accidentally gives plug!choso the wrong drug!

tags: mdni, medication error, degrading, p in v, overstim, choso is really big, dumbification

"ill do 30 for these." you held up a clear bag of blue pills, assuming that they were xanax. chose stares down at you from his door with his arms crossed as he raised his eyebrow.

"baby, these dont look like xans." he takes the bag out of your hands, examining them by squinting his eyes and feeling the pills from the baggie. you pouted your lips slightly, biting on your bottom lip.

"only one way to find out! let me know how you feel."

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you really thought those were xans. did xans make guys smash their dick in you like you were about to run away? look how dumb you look, absolutely laid out on choso’s bed with your arms pinned above your head by his extremely strong and thick arms that should be illegal.

“ya’ said these were xans? shit, if you wanted me to fuck you, ngh—you could’ve just said that.” he grits, ramming himself into your obnoxiously loud pussy that was already dripping from how hard he was going. you clenched him so tight, there was no way of him getting out without a groan.

“i-im sorry! i thought they were.” you managed to mutter out from how aggressive he was pounding you. it was the only way for him to soothe his aching red dick, and you happened to be the problem and the solution for his raging erection.

“bullshit. y’ little slut didnt have the courage to say it from your mouth.” he didnt buy it. but in reality, you really thought they were xanax. you double checked with your supplier before selling it to choso specially, because in all honesty you were terrified of giving him the wrong product.

ever since you met him, you were oddly terrified of him. his low set eyes, his deep voice, and the way those compression shirts had his biceps bulging out of them had your heart in a knot every time you sold something to him and vice versa. there were times were you dolled up and applied body glitter on yourself for the five second interaction you had with him whenever he used to deliver at your place.

“always wanted to fuck you. y’ thought i wouldnt know you get ready just for me? who does their makeup at 2 in the fucking mornin.” he cups your breasts, kneading them and pinching your nipples that were all red and purple from him twenty minutes ago of him completely going crazy over them.

“all that damn glitter, shit, my car seat is soaked with that shit too.” he complains, but knowing damn well that he absolutely loves that shit. he loves whenever you had a hotbox session in his car you would leave purposely leave shit. it went from lip gloss, to glasses, to even leaving your perfume in there. god knows what he’d do to those items and scents.

“fuck, and the way you package the things you sell with pink bows and shit. tryna romanticize drug dealing?”

his pace was brutally fast, almost animalistic at the way he grabbed your feet and laid them on his shoulders while his tip brushed against your cervix. your cunt was like a slip and slide, all soaked and slippery just to accommodate choso’s length. “mm’ sorry, sorry.” was all you could say.

“yeah? you’re sorry? well atleast youre making up for it. aren’t ya?” he tilted his head over to the side, smirking at the sight of how vulnerable you looked. sweat trickling down your forehead, tears gushing out your eyes, and your hips swollen from his speed.

“fuck, youre made for my cock, gripping me so damn tight.” he taps on your clit, providing it with stimulation and circling his fingers around it. your moans filled the room so damn loud, the neighbors could definitely hear you over those thin ass walls. you were about to come to your release, scratching choso’s back that would surely make scars by the time you were done.

“mm’ cumming.” you murmured out, and that second you released all over him, back arching and twitching when you completely spilled your cum all over him. he hitched his breath when he felt the warmth of your liquids on his dick, which only made him release as well. the noise he produced was adjacent to a wolf’s growl, his head tilted upwards while he tried to catch his breath.

[n0irzz]

࣪𖤐.ᐟ plug!reader accidentally gives plug!choso the wrong drug!

tags: mdni, medication error, degrading, p in v, overstim, choso is really big, dumbification

"ill do 30 for these." you held up a clear bag of blue pills, assuming that they were xanax. choso stares down at you from his door with his arms crossed as he raised his eyebrow.

"baby, these dont look like xans." he takes the bag out of your hands, examining them by squinting his eyes and feeling the pills from the baggie. you pouted your lips slightly, biting on your bottom lip.

"only one way to find out! let me know how you feel."

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you really thought those were xans. did xans make guys smash their dick in you like you were about to run away? look how dumb you look, absolutely laid out on choso’s bed with your arms pinned above your head by his extremely strong and thick arms that should be illegal.

“ya’ said these were xans? shit, if you wanted me to fuck you, ngh—you could’ve just said that.” he grits, ramming himself into your obnoxiously loud pussy that was already dripping from how hard he was going. you clenched him so tight, there was no way of him getting out without a groan.

“i-im sorry! i thought they were.” you managed to mutter out from how aggressive he was pounding you. it was the only way for him to soothe his aching red dick, and you happened to be the problem and the solution for his raging erection.

“bullshit. y’ little slut didnt have the courage to say it from your mouth.” he didnt buy it. but in reality, you really thought they were xanax. you double checked with your supplier before selling it to choso specially, because in all honesty you were terrified of giving him the wrong product.

ever since you met him, you were oddly terrified of him. his low set eyes, his deep voice, and the way those compression shirts had his biceps bulging out of them had your heart in a knot every time you sold something to him and vice versa. there were times were you dolled up and applied body glitter on yourself for the five second interaction you had with him whenever he used to deliver at your place.

“always wanted to fuck you. y’ thought i wouldnt know you get ready just for me? who does their makeup at 2 in the fucking mornin.” he cups your breasts, kneading them and pinching your nipples that were all red and purple from him twenty minutes ago of him completely going crazy over them.

“all that damn glitter, shit, my car seat is soaked with that shit too.” he complains, but knowing damn well that he absolutely loves that shit. he loves whenever you had a hotbox session in his car you would leave purposely leave shit. it went from lip gloss, to glasses, to even leaving your perfume in there. god knows what he’d do to those items and scents.

“fuck, and the way you package the things you sell with pink bows and shit. tryna romanticize drug dealing?”

his pace was brutally fast, almost animalistic at the way he grabbed your feet and laid them on his shoulders while his tip brushed against your cervix. your cunt was like a slip and slide, all soaked and slippery just to accommodate choso’s length. “mm’ sorry, sorry.” was all you could say.

“yeah? you’re sorry? well atleast youre making up for it. aren’t ya?” he tilted his head over to the side, smirking at the sight of how vulnerable you looked. sweat trickling down your forehead, tears gushing out your eyes, and your hips swollen from his speed.

“fuck, youre made for my cock, gripping me so damn tight.” he taps on your clit, providing it with stimulation and circling his fingers around it. your moans filled the room so damn loud, the neighbors could definitely hear you over those thin ass walls. you were about to come to your release, scratching choso’s back that would surely make scars by the time you were done.

“mm’ cumming.” you murmured out, and that second you released all over him, back arching and twitching when you completely spilled your cum all over him. he hitched his breath when he felt the warmth of your liquids on his dick, which only made him release as well. the noise he produced was adjacent to a wolf’s growl, his head tilted upwards while he tried to catch his breath.

[n0irzz]

࣪𖤐.ᐟ — husband!sukuna picks you up in the pouring rain

the harsh rain trickles down your retail uniform, completely drenching you with its cold liquid that would definitely wash past your annual flu shot that you get yearly to prevent sickness. you held your own arms while you hurriedly sped walked to your complex. you scolded yourself for underestimating the downpours when you heard the clap of thunder miles away from you.

gosh, you didnt even think to pack an umbrella since the walk back to your place wasnt as far—but with the amount of rain and fog from the previous day made it seem incredibly long. you squinted your eyes to prevent the rain from covering your sockets, and thats when you notice a black sleek vehicle with bright headlights coming your direction.

the car came to a very tight halt, rolling down the passenger’s side window slowly. sukuna stare glaring at you with his chest pumping in and out at a unsteady pace. his abs were glistening and thrilling down with sweat, assuming he ran to his car mid workout session just to pick you up from the rain.

his lips parted slightly, heavy breathing while he shook his head to get rid of the water droplets from his hair. “the fuck are you doing? you tryna take a shower in the rain or something? get in.” sukuna nearly growling at you, unlocking the car door.

you pulled the door open, sitting down and drenching the car seat with the rain water due to how wet you were. sukuna stared at you, eyeing your body and seeing how translucent your clothes became when you sat down. your breasts were bulging out of your tight ass white button down that was getting too small for you, and your pantyhose practically glued to your legs.

one of sukuna’s hand rested on top of the steering wheel, while his other traced his chin. “fuckin’ slut, y’ didnt look in the mirror to see how tight these clothes were?” he degraded, pinching the fabric that was on your pantyhose, letting it go sharply with a thwap that spanked your thigh which made you whine.

“im sorry, i didn’t have time to—hah.” he pressed his fingers on your drenched panties, not sure if it was from the rain or was it from him, just know that it was wet by something. your legs instinctively spread wide open, making it easier for him to rip those lace fabrics off your cunt.

he threw them somewhere in the backseat, where dozens of your underwear were sitting from previous car sessions. with a gulp, he inserted two of his fingers inside of you, stretching you out to accommodate his inches that were pumping in and out of you fiercely.

“k-kuna, it’s t—oo much.” you keened, placing your finger tips in your mouth to prevent your moans from echoing through the car. good thing his windows were tinted, or you two would be on the cover of a sex magazine.

“too much? i’m just warming you up baby.” he pouted, beginning to drive the car with one hand and fingering you with the other. it was insane at how he could do both simultaneously, pushing his long fingers inside of you, and turning his vehicle at the same time.

you gripped onto the dashboard, nails scratching them as sukuna worked inside of you faster, eager to keep brushing and bruising the places you were most sensitive in. you occasionally bit on your bottom lip to conceal your moans from escaping, but your body gave up shortly after.

“thats it, keep taking it, y’ little slut. we’re almost home baby, just hang on tight.” he teased you, pulling his car into the driveway before pulling his fingers out of your dripping cunt and pushing them into his mouth. he devoured every single liquid that you dropped, sucking his fingers like it was his last meal.

he walked out of his car, drenched in rain as soon as he stepped out, but that didn’t stop him from walking to the passenger’s side and manhandling you inside of the house.

“should’ve never wore that tight ass shirt.” he said while giving your ass a firm slap, as you were thrown over his shoulder.

[n0irzz]

࣪𖤐.ᐟ gojo puts his blindfold over you while rearranging your guts

your fingers grip around the desk in front of you, mirror clattering from the wall with each thrust from behind you. the room smelling like absolute sex and sounding like a slip and slide while your moans echoed through the air as well. gojo pulls his dick in and out of you with the precision of your moans, which was literally every time he drilled into you.

when you got too loud, he’d focus on that area. his tip brushing your cervix with every slam. “t—toru, yourr’re so deep.” you keen while your knuckles bleach through your skin.

he nods in response and letting out a agreeable hum, twirling your hair with his fingers. his mushroom tip swirling inside of your walls as you clamped around him only made your squeals more sexual and pleasureful. your eyes are completely shut as you took his dick. his hands gripped your ass, spreading him apart to give him a clearer view of his dick plunging right into you.

“y—yeah, shes all tight for me isnt she?” you could feel him grinning without looking at him, and all you could do is hold on tighter since gojo never showed any mercy when he fucked you. your eyes were shut so tightly, that he eventually noticed.

thwack! toru slapped your ass that began to sting, knowing it would definitely leave a bruise there. it felt like thunder, but it felt like a kiss. “open your eyes for me baby, look at how slutty youre being right now.” he insisted, rubbing the mark that he slapped right afterwards.

his digits inside you dont stop rapidly moving in and out of you, which made it harder for you to open your eyes. all you could “see” was white due to his cunt ramming into you like you were about to run away.

“or should i put this on ya’ since you wanna close them so bad?” he quipped, taking off his blindfold and placing it on you, letting go with a thwack right after. even with the fold on you, you still thinned your eyes down.

“uhhhm—uh-ugh.” your moans began to gradually increase when his tip reached your cervix more frequently than before, reaching your collapse faster and faster.

“little slut cant hold it in can ya?” he laughed before lazily twirling his fingers around your clit, palming them which caused you to grind your pussy onto it. the blindfold made you do things indescribably different, providing you with overstimulation that you didnt know you needed.

[helsex]

Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

[vutopia]

@devoti

[devoti]

NAOYA WITH A PAIN KINK NAOYA W I TH A PAIN KINK

[n0irzz]

࣪𖤐.ᐟ naoya cant focus when youre in his presence

“mmhmp.” naoya grumbles out while he attempts to read important letters that he claims must be attended to before he can give you his undivided attention. his eyebrows furrow when he heard your obnoxious ass spewing nonsense about how your day went.

you lay on the bed with the tiniest shorts on, legs apart sultry since the desk he was sitting at had a mirror in front. he could see every inch of you without turning his head around.

he did take occasional glances at you from the mirror, prying his head up from his documents with a hungry glare. he knew he couldnt keep it in for too long, but the way you spoke and the way your knees swayed while your legs were apart from each other drove his mind crazy.

“just, shut up already gosh.” he hissed out, laying the side of his head against his palm while glaring at you from the mirror, eyes eyeing your clothed pussy when he spoke. you smirked at him, scoffing before you stood up from the bed and walked closer to him.

“nao, just read your little book, and stop complaining about everything.” you teased him, placing your hands onto his shoulders before straddling him with one leg on either side of. you sunk down on his clothed cunt, already feeling the dampness that he created just by looking at you.

“go on, continue reading your documents. im sure you dont have an issue with me on your lap.” you tilted your head to the side, shimming your hips to get a comfortable fit on his lap. he bit down on his bottom lip to conceal his groans, and attempted to read his papers.

you then began to trace his jaw with your fingers, his eyes glaring up at you whenever you do so. naoya’s fingers trembled around the paper, crinkling it slightly as you remained seated on his lap and holding his chin. you made your way to his lips, brushing the bottom of it with your thumb slightly.

a small string of saliva gathered around your finger when you realized you accidentally slid your thumb in too deeply. he didnt bother looking at you, so you pursed the finger up to your mouth and giving it kitten licks to swallow his saliva.

now that, caught his attention. the sound of your tongue draping around your own finger caused him to snap. but did he do anything but tell you to stop? no, he didnt. all you did was laugh and bury your head into his nape and give him sloppy yet firm kisses onto his neck. his eyes shut slowly, eyelashes flickering lightly due to the way your plumped lips swayed on top of his soft vanilla scented skin.

you could hear his paper slowly crumbling and the way his breath became more hitched and loud from behind all that paper noise. thats when you stop. “naoya, we cant have our important documents crumbling now can we?” you smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss on the corner of his lip before pulling away innocently.

you thought that was all he wanted to do, yet you could feel his stupid ass dick tenting underneath you this entire time, poking you through your shorts.

[n0irzz]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ‘𝟐𝟓: Douma

SYNOPSIS: where you were forced to enter a cult your family believed in, which ended up in you fucking the leader

TAGS: wax play, orgasm control, praise, riding, pet names, slight blood play, hitting it raw

your knees were rationally outreaching its threshold, as you depleted your precious cadence lingering in the eternal paradise faith cult you were obligated to attend by your nurtures. you would’ve been risking the sin of lying if you didn’t admit that your legs most likely have tatami mat lining craved into it. but, you had no other option but to hear the cries of others while they articulated their sorrows to the “lord founder”.

he went by the title, douma. he was well-perched in the middle of the tatami room, where he lounged on a purple couch while he engaged in various stories that passerby’s and members of the cult had to share. he would oftentimes release a gaping yawn, groan out a weep, or even demonstrate loathe towards different anecdotes coming from distinct perspectives across the settlements.

but, this time, was a bit more different than the other sermons he held. this time, his eyes seemed to be filled with lust and hunger while he looked fixedly over at you. he observed that you were not speaking, or showing any emotion behind your eyes. it was strange, really. to him, those who didn’t speak or engaged into the heartfelt sermons he gave out, it was a sign of mere disrespect or loss of innocence.

“ah, the one sitting all the way in the back.” he smiled at you, pointing his sharp finger straight at your face. you suddenly felt the air change, like it was a more penetrating moment that lingered freely between you and douma. your parents stared at you, like they had a mix between concern and admiration. as you gulped on your own spit, you sent him a small smile back.

“do you have anything you would like to add?” he calmly questioned, resting the side of his head against his palm while he leaned closer to you. before you could answer, your mother shoved you in front of him. you hitched a yell, but douma could sense that it was stuck in your throat.

“awh, don’t be shy, i’m all ears for you.” douma reassured more politely and softly, which caused you to slowly jolt your head back up to meet his gaze. his dazzling rainbow featured eyes warmed you up into his presence, as his hands made their way to yours. he held onto your knuckles, holding them tightly together as he waited for you to open up to him.

yet, you didn’t. you didn’t say anything to him because you didn’t have anything to say. it wasn’t a belief thing, you just genuinely were just there for your parents and to listen to stories of people who did have those feelings they needed to spill out.

“i understand, we can go back to my room where you can open up in private.” he smiled, grabbing your hands and stood up as he towered over you. jeez, it was like seeing a tall building covering your entire view. his broad shoulders casted a shadow over you, as you could barely see anything behind him. the way his biceps folded in places you never noticed before, made you honestly feel some type of way towards him that you never felt before.

"oh, okay." you awkwardly said, looking back at your parents who just had a large smile across their face. they seemed to be acting like you were a chosen one.

"then, i'll lead the way." he calmly said, gently bowing his head to excuse those whose legs were discolored by the aching sensations of the tatami. in a hurry, the worshippers left, including your parents. you sighed softly, which douma didn't leave unnoticed.

"are you okay?" he promptly turned his head to you, while he held onto your hand as you two strolled through multiple corridors that he had in his house. you nodded your head as you bit down on your bottom lip, a bit of blood oozing out from it due to how nervous you were.

you two stopped at a room, which were similar to most traditional houses in your neighborhood. nothing special, just candles lit up on walls, and a large bed which looked oddly comfortable.

douma let go of your hand, and sat down on the bed whilst manspreading his legs while his arms rested against the mattress.

"go on, tell me your worries, and i will be sure to never make you go through them again." he happily said, tilting his head as he waited for you to speak up.

spoiler alert, you didn't.

you just blanked stared at him, occasionally fidgeting with your fingers and trying to figure out what issues you might have. to be honest, the only issue you had was attending these stupid sermons just for your parents. you didn't believe he was a "god," or "buddha," he was just a regular person who seemed to have the attractiveness of one classified as a theoretical figure.

"d'awwh, are you still shy? it's just me, spill it out."" douma eagerly questioned you, his canines sparking while he continued to bother you about opening up. still, you didn't say anything. that angered him, it angered him because he rarely had to deal with people like you.

people who didn't have anything to say, and just linger around under a presence of a "god."

he hopped up from the bed, slowly walking over to you.

he towered over you at a height that you've never seen him reach before. then, he firmly grabbed your chin, tilting it over to the side while he examined your facial features. he noticed a slight cut on your lip from earlier, and brushed it off gently.

"oh, baby." he spoke in a teasingly tone, leaning down to your face as his icicle tongue licked the cut clean off your skin. you hitched slightly, twitching as he did that since how cold his tongue was. it was odd, really, you'd expect a human tongue to be warm.

before you could slither away from him, he softly laid a kiss on your lips repeatedly. it wasn't a passionate one where he inserted his tongue, it was just a sloppy kiss that only lasted no longer than two seconds. he did this about five times before he fully melted into the kiss. he gently rubbed his tongue into your mouth, softly flapping it around with yours. you couldn't pull away, as your body did all the talking for you.

his hand latched on your back, creasing you further into his embrace. he reeked of vanilla musky cologne, which you found had a small whisper of iron. it was intoxicating to be under that smell, but you couldn't get enough of it.

you softly moaned into the kiss, which he instantly absorbed it and began to walk over to the bed with his arms around your waist.

he shoved you on top of the bed, while he removed his purple coat which only revealed the red-black compression shirt that he always had under the gown.

"my dearest follower, tell me your deepest desires." he whispered down to you, sliding his cold hand into your shirt. you instantly felt a shiver down your spine when he did that, and groaned gently as your back bucked up.

"i want you to pleasure me." you embarrassingly let out, and he began to let sloppy and firm kisses into your neck. he buried his face into the crook of it, gently leaving bite marks on it. you could feel a bit of blood oozing out of it, but continued to moan as he did so. he slurped up your skin like he was waiting to get a taste of you.

"anything for you, just relax and let me handle everything else.” he perked his head up from your neck, rubbing your nipples by placing his index and middle finger in between your nub. you hitched a loud moan while he continued to work his way through the hardness behind your nipple.

"sshhitt.." your words were slurred out slightly, but he knew what you were saying. he let out a small chuckle, before ripping your shirt off like it was a tissue. without hesitation, he grabbed your breasts and began to suckle on them. they were so tender and ready for him, it was like your body wanted to feel his touch.

one hand on your left breast, while his mouth fixated on your right breast. with the tip of his tongue, he created circular motions around your nipple and gently biting down on them. "douma-" you yelped as your legs began to hug his waist sharply.

"hmm?" he hummed softly while he continued to leave hickeys and suckle marks around your chest area.

"please, just fuck me already." you shamelessly begged out, curling the top of his hair with your fingers. he slowly raised his head up, looking at your eyes with absolute lust.

"woah! how eager are you? let me hear it." he laughed out, and ripped off your pants before you could even get a chance to bicker out a word. in an alarming pace, he tugged on your underwear and brought it down with his teeth. he then proceeded to lick your folds with his tongue, and suck onto the wetness you already produced.

you began to repeatedly moan out his name like it was a prayer, which presumed that's how much you wanted him. "oh, you're doing so good for me. just relax your body, and let me do everything." he reassured you, picking up his head from your inner thighs before he went back down.

he placed his hands on your upper thighs, sucking on your clit while also simultaneously pressing his tongue on them. you trickled in sweat while he did that motion, grabbing on his hair like it was your only source of stability. all you could hear was his wet tongue dragging around your wet pussy, and your moans flooding the air shamelessly.

"douma, please-" you begged out, bucking your hips up as you finished on his face. you twitched and let out a deep breathily moan while he slurped up everything that you leaked out.

"i need you inside of me, now." you demanded, looking down at him with tearful eyes that begged for no mercy.

you wanted him to absolutely obliterate you, so hard that you could lose consciousness of your own body. he smiled up at you, shoving off his pearly canines while his rainbow eyes glistened under the candle lit room.

speaking of candles, douma raised his body upwards and reached for the candle that was on the wall. you gulped on your own spit as to what he was planning to do, but nonetheless complied. "you'll take everything i give you tonight." he cheerfully said, but in a lower tone than before.

and, before you knew it, he slowly tilted the candle above your breasts, and spilled the slightest amount. the wax trickled down your breasts, as a sharp groan escaped your lips. it was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but you wanted more. douma chuckled to see you in such a state, and began to graze his cold fingers below your chin.

"do you like that? will you take it?" he asked you, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. you slowly yet certainly nodded, as you bit down on his nail, staring at him with those starving eyes of yours which could drive him completely insane. though, he already was.

he gently pressed his lips against yours, swirling his tongue inside of you while he began to create circular ripples with his finger on top of the hot wax that was on the candle. without removing his lips away from you, he began to trickle down the wax from your neck, which leaked down to your collarbone. your moans muffled under the kiss, which he deliberately swallowed.

then, he grabbed your hips and placed your body on top of his lap. your legs were at each side of his thighs, while your hips bucked instinctively against his incredible hard-dick. you could feel how long he has been holding it in, and couldn't imagine how much pain he was probably suffering from how hard he was. he bit down on your bottom lip softly, and tugged it out to break the kiss.

"you want it so badly, don't you?" you teasingly said, stroking his incredibly hard cock under his fabric. he hitched slightly when you did that, letting out an embarrassingly deep groan under his breath.

"ah, i'm aching for you." he pleaded, placing his hand on his chest as he dramatically turned his eyebrows into a frown.

"then, let me soothe your tensions." you seductively replied, unzipping his pants which resulted into his dick shooting upwards. he was big, a little too big. your eyes widened as you stare down at it, his tip was sticky and oozing out pre-cum the more you looked at it. you could see the embarrassment plastered all over him, since he buried half of his face into his hand. he could barely hold eye contact with you, which made you feel like you were in control.

you then slowly placed your tongue over his tip, swirling it around as he jolted in pleasure. "fuck," he moaned out, placing a hand over his mouth to conceal his moans from overspilling. you were gentle, and focused, rather than being too harsh to the point where his soul was getting sucked out of him. you slowly began to descend into his dick, taking it in inch by inch before his whole cock was inside of your mouth.

then, you began to bobble your head up and down, sucking on his dick with your incredibly warm insides.

douma stared down at you with widened eyes, his moans that were hiding behind his palms looked as if they were about to burst out. and, they did. by your motions increasing in speed, he let out the breathlessly gentle moans that were melodies to your ears.

the pleasure was all-consuming, leaving him gasping for air the more you began to suckle on his length. your eyes began tearful by each stroke, and you were gagging down on it more than you anticipated. "woah—fuck," he hiccuped in between, swirling his fingers around your hair.

"you're doing—sofucking-hah-" he couldn't finish his sentences as how easily you found his pleasure point. you were like a drug to him, knowing exactly where to heal someone in their body. you could tell he was close to finishing, since his thighs were hitching and nervously bucking up and down the more you inhaled his dick. you neck was practically begging for help, as your body ached the further you went down on him.

without any further explanation, douma squirted his cum right into your mouth. you swallowed every ounce of it with greed, as it tasted almost immaculate. he wasn't sour or bitter like the other ones you had, instead he tasted sweet with a slight silver of iron. he instantly threw his head back when he released, letting out an almost exhausted moan while you finished cleaning him up.

"such a good girl." he cooed as his hand met your throat, clutching it gently while he laid sloppy kisses on your lips and cheek. you thought it was over, but he instantly pushed you back on the soft mattress. you were astonished to how quickly he regenerated his energy, but nonetheless complied with his actions.

"after seeing you coming to my lectures, i noticed how bored you looked." he slowly lowered his body, pinning you with his slim hands that could snap one's neck with a single clutch.

"so bored, to the point where your eyelids felt heavy." he mumbled, since he was simultaneously kissing your neck with his plumped lips.

"it made me so sad, really. i spent nights pondering on how could i make this girl say my name." he teased, sliding his body down to your breasts. he pinched and flushed his hands over them like how he previously did before, and you never failed to yell out his name. "ah, that's my name, say it again for me." he winced out, laying his soft tongue on top of your painfully hard nipple before he began to gently suckle on it.

"douma—fuck,” your breath hitched as he continued to fondle your breasts in ways he knew this would make you turn weak for him. he hummed in between suckling your nipples, which created a vibrating frequency that sent shivers down your spine.

"there you go, just like that." he praised, climbing back up his knees while he stared down at you. "after this, i promise you, you'll be wide awake during my sermons." he gleefully said, shoving his dick right inside of you without any warning.

you let out an embarrassing loud moan, which possibly could be heard from miles away. douma pinned your hands above your head to refrain you from covering your moans with your hands. "you're so—shit—perfect for me." he hitched, pumping you in and out while your boobs bounced with every motion he hit. his dick was already reaching your g-spot, which was perfect due to how much you just wanted to cum for him.

he banged his dick inside of you, his dick slicking your g-spot occasionally. it was almost like he was doing it on purpose, since you knew how big his dick was, and that he would have no trouble in pleasing you. you didn't dare to hide your moans, or even turn it down a pitch lower.

instead, you gave him what he wanted, and that was for you to be screaming his name out like you forgotten it.

"you're so tight, and so warm for me." he praised you once again, which honestly turned you on even more than it should have. you noticed how humiliatingly close you were to finishing, which was unusual for you since no man has ever made you finish this fast before in your entire life existence.

"i'm going to-"

"ah, finishing so soon? not quite." his eyes turned dark, while he pulled out of you abruptly. you immediately raised your body upwards, looking at him in confusion as to why he didn't let you finish.

"please, let me-"

by cutting you off, he shoved his dick inside of you. it shut you up quick, as you fully took in his inch. "shit," you grazed against your teeth, clenching your jaw as he rapidly began to pump you in and out. he threw your legs over his shoulder, which gave him more space than normally. while he did that, he simultaneously grabbed the wax that he had earlier, and began to drip it right on your stomach.

you twitched as the wax made contact with your body, dripping down to your sides. it was a mixture of warm to hot, but it wasn't too hot to the point where it burned your skin off. it was the right temperature, and he knew exactly what he was doing with it. he was measuring each amount of wax spillage that he was oozing out of the stick, right on top of your breasts and stomach. the wax was circulating around your nipples, creating a tingling sensation that wrapped around your entire nub.

it was genuinely perfect, and you were about to cum at any moment. "douma, can i please-"

"yes, go ahead, you've been such a good girl for me throughout this night." he huskily said, smiling at you mockingly. just as you were about to finish, he slid his dick out of you while your cum dripped all over your pussy. you whined in pleasure, hips and back bucking as if you were about to levitate.

douma, in response, came right on your stomach. he spilled every ounce of cum that he had building up right on your bare skin. you two pantingly looked at each other, smiling and trying to get momentum of your breathing. douma then let out a chilling blow across the lit candle, which turned the room dark and cold when he blew.

“what a wonderful night.”

[n0irzz]

reworked version of douma from kinktober!!

[kill3ill]

to my bitches living in america im very sorry stay vigilant

[n0irzz]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ FADED

࣪𖤐.ᐟ SYNOPSIS: when eren sees you hanging out with jean at a party, a couple days after your break up with him. you’d expect to see him move on, but that was the exact opposite.

tags: degrading, hickeys, fingers in mouth, obsession, stalking, recording, aggressive smut, edging, doggy style, micro cheating

“jeez, was it that bad of a test? i found it easy.” jean muffled on his words due to him snacking on random chips that he found on connie’s table, probably all stale and filled with weird mysterious liquids in it since you were indeed at a college frat party.

“of course you found it easy. youre the ta.” you replied back with an eye roll, sipping a concoction from the jungle juice. it tasted like strawberries, and some sort of citrus fruit that you couldnt really describe. it was the type of drink that one with scabies would survive over.

“or maybe, i just studied.” he winked at you, brushing his hair back with his finger tips. you laughed as you threw away your jungle juice. you knew it wouldnt get you an ounce drunk since sasha was the one who made it. she was an extreme lightweight, so it was 99% juice.

“why dont you try something that would actually get you drunk? thats pure juice, ya know that, right?” he tilted his head over to the side and grabbed a red solo cup from a large stack behind him, about to pour you a shot of something.

“im fine, actually. i have a lab tomorrow so i really dont want to be throwing acids down the sink instead of the biowaste bin.” you threw away the juice filled solo cup, and placed the alcohol that was in his hand down.

“shit, youre right..wait here, ill go get my notes so you could borrow it.” and before you could even reply, he went outside to his car to fetch some notes that probably had the most articulate and literate handwriting you’ve ever seen. you sighed, tapping your finger tips onto the marble counters as the music poured down on you.

then, you felt a pair of hands circling your waist. assuming it was jean, you scoffingly laughed his name out and turned around. you were dead wrong. it was eren. your smile immediately faded, and your heart dropped straight to your ass.

he looked oddly more attractive than you last saw him, which was after the breakup you had. it was a mutual breakup where you two decided to part aways since you both were clearly in a different part in your lives.

his manbun was messier, his compression shirt fitted him in ways that you hadn’t noticed during your time dating him, and his sweatpants hung low to the point where you could see the calvin klein’s he had on.

“jean? come on, you forgettin’ about me already?” he smirked, tilting his head over to the side, tracing your jaw with his hand. you hated that you loved he’d do that, and he knew it. god, he knew it all to well. he traced out your chin, leaning his palm onto the counter behind you while his other hand fixed on your lip, where he brushed your bottom lip with the pads of his thumb.

he was close to your face, towering over you like how always does. “we really shouldnt, eren.” you calmly said, pushing his hand away from your face. you really wanted to, actually, but it was just that it was your ex and it would just be really messy of you to fuck your ex after a breakup.

“right, right.” he said in agreement, brushing his hair with his fingers and leaned away from you. “really shouldnt, right?” he added on, but he didnt leave your presence. he just stood there looking around and looking at you.

there was a long pause, before he leaned down to your ear. “tell me to leave, say the words, baby and ill leave.” he husked in your ear, sending vibrations in places where it definitely shouldnt be vibrating.

you breath became heavy, you stared at him with your mouth completely shut, hoping he’d know that you wanted to, just didnt want to use your words due to how embarrassing it would sound coming out. he tsked, shaking his head in denial.

he then grabbed your wrist, making his way to his room, unlocking the door and slamming you on top of the bed where his key-key-chain dangled over your face. he smashed his lips onto yours. you immediately responded by slotting your lips onto his, slicking your tongue inside. your hands made their way to his hair, tugging them around your fingers while his tongue rolled and twisted around yours.

his jaw clenched with every motion of your tongue slicking and slanging his, letting out soft groans whenever you hit the spot. you were always the first to break the first due to his insane amount of stamina, but he slowly pulled his lips away, trying to retrieve his breath.

“all you got? thought you’d be—fuck.” your words were cut off early when he placed his mouth on your neck, finding your pulse and focusing on that certain section by sucking and drawing wet licks onto it. you held onto his shoulders, sinking your nails down to them while you continued to breathe heavily as he worked on your neck.

you craned it over to the side to give him better access, and he did. he found your pressure point. “sshhittt,” you groaned out louder, than before, hoping nobody hears you over the loud music yet thin ass walls that could break in a single punch.

he ripped off your shirt in a single motion, revealing your tits held in your black lace bra with a bow in the middle. you unlocked it with your fingers, revealing your breasts that he missed. he immediately took one in his mouth, while he teased and pinched the other.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” your moans grew gradually louder while you felt the heat of his mouth dissolving your bud, as the other felt pressurized and tingled with every pull and snatch that he performed on you. you could tell he really missed you, the way his hands and fingers traced around your torso like he was using muscle memory from previous nights with him.

“jean never made you feel this good, shit, i bet he never even touched you in ways that i do.” he mumbled under your breasts, suffocating his face into them which caused your toes to curl in different directions.

eren then made his way to your pussy, slipping off your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side. he slammed one finger inside of you, causing you to jolt your body upwards ecstatically. you were seeing white when he pushed a singular finger in and out of you, curling his finger against your puffy walls that leaked out his name.

“exactly, scream all you want, i know you missed me everyday that you didn’t see me.” he smirked, sliding in two, filling you up with those long fingers that no man has ever had. it was like a perfect set for you, like your walls were dying and hungry for it.

“fuck, yes, i—hah, missed you sofucking bad.” you hiccuped, placing your hand over your face to conceal the outrageous faces you were making while he fingered you. he then stopped when he noticed, taking them out and shoving them inside of your mouth.

“youre shy? oh baby, you never get shy around me..” he whined out, grabbing his phone and placing it on his side mirror that had a sticker on the back of his phone that sticked onto any hard surface. he presses record, which only resulted into one option.

youre taking his fingers and doing everything that he wanted to do with you. he shoved his fingers back into your mouth, letting you taste yourself as you gagged on it due to him nearly squeezing it down your throat. saliva covered your mouth, drool dripping down your chin as his fingers twirled and twisted inside of your opening.

“look at yourself.” he grabbed your chin with his free hand, forcing you to look at yourself into the camera and mirror, making you see how well you took his fingers from different angles and perspectives. “bet you still get wet just from this, dont ya?” he tilted his head, taking out his fingers out of your mouth and descending them to your inner thighs.

he tapped on your knee, gesturing you to open up. you complied and revealed your completely exposed cunt dripping wet. he took off your underwear and skirt completely off, puncturing his finger tips against your hips while your legs wrapped around his neck.

he pressed kisses around your inner thighs, before he dove right into your already soaked up cunt. the way his tongue slicked and slobbered over your silt made you jerk your hips up, swearing under your breath. he took time with you, he always did. he would always fuck you just the right way, where it always too much to handle.

he quickly discovered your clit, licking it and subtly sucking on it to not produce too much tension and pressure on it, but he gradually upped his speed using the sound of your moans which helped him guide how you felt.

“shiiitttt, fuck, eren—“ you forgot how much you missed his tongue driving straight into your pussy, how much he savored you like you were his dessert. he ate pussy like it was for his enjoyment, like he liked the state and taste of it so much that even if it didn’t feel like anything, it did, he would still get hard and gain an erection out of it.

“faster, e—ren.” you moaned out, arms plastered on the bed mattress while you grabbed the sheets for stability. you wouldve thought he would drill you faster, but he didn’t. he went slow, much more passionate which made your high slowly go down.

you finally opened your eyes after seeing pure white, looking at him with tearful eyes. “you thought you deserved to actually cum? fuck, baby, sluts dont deserve shit.” he pulled out of you, and in an instant flipped your body around which caused you to place your hands on the mattress while your ass arched in the air, giving eren a better view of your plumped ass.

he laughed darkly. “whores deserve to be fucked like this, you wanted fast right?” those were the last things he said before he completely drilled his dick into you, fucking you mercilessly by you feeling each vein and energy that his cock had.

“ummgh..ugh…fuck..” you mumbled into the pillow before he grabbed your hair and yanked it off the fluff.

“scream all you want, let everyone know your back fucking your ex boyfriend in his dorm, at his party.” he continued to handle your hair while you moaned out absolutely nonsense.

“i—im closee.” you whined out, which he helped you by gripping your hips tightly and leaning down to your back where he licked and suckled on. with his dick still in you, he flipped you on your back and drilled you in further with his dick hitting your g-spot more frequently.

“yeah? you are? then cum.” he uttered out and you came from that sentence alone. you completely crashed and splurged out your liquids that coated his entire dick, dripping down on his mattress with no sense of decorum. you shamelessly made an entire mess on his sheets, clutching them around your fingers.

“u—ugh, fuck, err—en.” your voice rattled in your throat, shaking as he squirted his nut inside of you, making you warm and sweaty everywhere.

he crashed beside you, heavy breathing shared between the two of you as you saw the camera still running, documenting him absolutely rearranging your guts.

[n0irzz]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ FADED

࣪𖤐.ᐟ SYNOPSIS: when eren sees you hanging out with jean at a party, a couple days after your break up with him. you’d expect to see him move on, but that was the exact opposite.

tags: degrading, hickeys, fingers in mouth, obsession, stalking, recording, aggressive smut, edging, doggy style, micro cheating

“jeez, was it that bad of a test? i found it easy.” jean muffled on his words due to him snacking on random chips that he found on connie’s table, probably all stale and filled with weird mysterious liquids in it since you were indeed at a college frat party.

“of course you found it easy. youre the ta.” you replied back with an eye roll, sipping a concoction from the jungle juice. it tasted like strawberries, and some sort of citrus fruit that you couldnt really describe. it was the type of drink that one with scabies would survive over.

“or maybe, i just studied.” he winked at you, brushing his hair back with his finger tips. you laughed as you threw away your jungle juice. you knew it wouldnt get you an ounce drunk since sasha was the one who made it. she was an extreme lightweight, so it was 99% juice.

“why dont you try something that would actually get you drunk? thats pure juice, ya know that, right?” he tilted his head over to the side and grabbed a red solo cup from a large stack behind him, about to pour you a shot of something.

“im fine, actually. i have a lab tomorrow so i really dont want to be throwing acids down the sink instead of the biowaste bin.” you threw away the juice filled solo cup, and placed the alcohol that was in his hand down.

“shit, youre right..wait here, ill go get my notes so you could borrow it.” and before you could even reply, he went outside to his car to fetch some notes that probably had the most articulate and literate handwriting you’ve ever seen. you sighed, tapping your finger tips onto the marble counters as the music poured down on you.

then, you felt a pair of hands circling your waist. assuming it was jean, you scoffingly laughed his name out and turned around. you were dead wrong. it was eren. your smile immediately faded, and your heart dropped straight to your ass.

he looked oddly more attractive than you last saw him, which was after the breakup you had. it was a mutual breakup where you two decided to part aways since you both were clearly in a different part in your lives.

his manbun was messier, his compression shirt fitted him in ways that you hadn’t noticed during your time dating him, and his sweatpants hung low to the point where you could see the calvin klein’s he had on.

“jean? come on, you forgettin’ about me already?” he smirked, tilting his head over to the side, tracing your jaw with his hand. you hated that you loved he’d do that, and he knew it. god, he knew it all to well. he traced out your chin, leaning his palm onto the counter behind you while his other hand fixed on your lip, where he brushed your bottom lip with the pads of his thumb.

he was close to your face, towering over you like how always does. “we really shouldnt, eren.” you calmly said, pushing his hand away from your face. you really wanted to, actually, but it was just that it was your ex and it would just be really messy of you to fuck your ex after a breakup.

“right, right.” he said in agreement, brushing his hair with his fingers and leaned away from you. “really shouldnt, right?” he added on, but he didnt leave your presence. he just stood there looking around and looking at you.

there was a long pause, before he leaned down to your ear. “tell me to leave, say the words, baby and ill leave.” he husked in your ear, sending vibrations in places where it definitely shouldnt be vibrating.

you breath became heavy, you stared at him with your mouth completely shut, hoping he’d know that you wanted to, just didnt want to use your words due to how embarrassing it would sound coming out. he tsked, shaking his head in denial.

he then grabbed your wrist, making his way to his room, unlocking the door and slamming you on top of the bed where his key-key-chain dangled over your face. he smashed his lips onto yours. you immediately responded by slotting your lips onto his, slicking your tongue inside. your hands made their way to his hair, tugging them around your fingers while his tongue rolled and twisted around yours.

his jaw clenched with every motion of your tongue slicking and slanging his, letting out soft groans whenever you hit the spot. you were always the first to break the first due to his insane amount of stamina, but he slowly pulled his lips away, trying to retrieve his breath.

“all you got? thought you’d be—fuck.” your words were cut off early when he placed his mouth on your neck, finding your pulse and focusing on that certain section by sucking and drawing wet licks onto it. you held onto his shoulders, sinking your nails down to them while you continued to breathe heavily as he worked on your neck.

you craned it over to the side to give him better access, and he did. he found your pressure point. “sshhittt,” you groaned out louder, than before, hoping nobody hears you over the loud music yet thin ass walls that could break in a single punch.

he ripped off your shirt in a single motion, revealing your tits held in your black lace bra with a bow in the middle. you unlocked it with your fingers, revealing your breasts that he missed. he immediately took one in his mouth, while he teased and pinched the other.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” your moans grew gradually louder while you felt the heat of his mouth dissolving your bud, as the other felt pressurized and tingled with every pull and snatch that he performed on you. you could tell he really missed you, the way his hands and fingers traced around your torso like he was using muscle memory from previous nights with him.

“jean never made you feel this good, shit, i bet he never even touched you in ways that i do.” he mumbled under your breasts, suffocating his face into them which caused your toes to curl in different directions.

eren then made his way to your pussy, slipping off your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side. he slammed one finger inside of you, causing you to jolt your body upwards ecstatically. you were seeing white when he pushed a singular finger in and out of you, curling his finger against your puffy walls that leaked out his name.

“exactly, scream all you want, i know you missed me everyday that you didn’t see me.” he smirked, sliding in two, filling you up with those long fingers that no man has ever had. it was like a perfect set for you, like your walls were dying and hungry for it.

“fuck, yes, i—hah, missed you sofucking bad.” you hiccuped, placing your hand over your face to conceal the outrageous faces you were making while he fingered you. he then stopped when he noticed, taking them out and shoving them inside of your mouth.

“youre shy? oh baby, you never get shy around me..” he whined out, grabbing his phone and placing it on his side mirror that had a sticker on the back of his phone that sticked onto any hard surface. he presses record, which only resulted into one option.

youre taking his fingers and doing everything that he wanted to do with you. he shoved his fingers back into your mouth, letting you taste yourself as you gagged on it due to him nearly squeezing it down your throat. saliva covered your mouth, drool dripping down your chin as his fingers twirled and twisted inside of your opening.

“look at yourself.” he grabbed your chin with his free hand, forcing you to look at yourself into the camera and mirror, making you see how well you took his fingers from different angles and perspectives. “bet you still get wet just from this, dont ya?” he tilted his head, taking out his fingers out of your mouth and descending them to your inner thighs.

he tapped on your knee, gesturing you to open up. you complied and revealed your completely exposed cunt dripping wet. he took off your underwear and skirt completely off, puncturing his finger tips against your hips while your legs wrapped around his neck.

he pressed kisses around your inner thighs, before he dove right into your already soaked up cunt. the way his tongue slicked and slobbered over your silt made you jerk your hips up, swearing under your breath. he took time with you, he always did. he would always fuck you just the right way, where it always too much to handle.

he quickly discovered your clit, licking it and subtly sucking on it to not produce too much tension and pressure on it, but he gradually upped his speed using the sound of your moans which helped him guide how you felt.

“shiiitttt, fuck, eren—“ you forgot how much you missed his tongue driving straight into your pussy, how much he savored you like you were his dessert. he ate pussy like it was for his enjoyment, like he liked the state and taste of it so much that even if it didn’t feel like anything, it did, he would still get hard and gain an erection out of it.

“faster, e—ren.” you moaned out, arms plastered on the bed mattress while you grabbed the sheets for stability. you wouldve thought he would drill you faster, but he didn’t. he went slow, much more passionate which made your high slowly go down.

you finally opened your eyes after seeing pure white, looking at him with tearful eyes. “you thought you deserved to actually cum? fuck, baby, sluts dont deserve shit.” he pulled out of you, and in an instant flipped your body around which caused you to place your hands on the mattress while your ass arched in the air, giving eren a better view of your plumped ass.

he laughed darkly. “whores deserve to be fucked like this, you wanted fast right?” those were the last things he said before he completely drilled his dick into you, fucking you mercilessly by you feeling each vein and energy that his cock had.

“ummgh..ugh…fuck..” you mumbled into the pillow before he grabbed your hair and yanked it off the fluff.

“scream all you want, let everyone know your back fucking your ex boyfriend in his dorm, at his party.” he continued to handle your hair while you moaned out absolutely nonsense.

“i—im closee.” you whined out, which he helped you by gripping your hips tightly and leaning down to your back where he licked and suckled on. with his dick still in you, he flipped you on your back and drilled you in further with his dick hitting your g-spot more frequently.

“yeah? you are? then cum.” he uttered out and you came from that sentence alone. you completely crashed and splurged out your liquids that coated his entire dick, dripping down on his mattress with no sense of decorum. you shamelessly made an entire mess on his sheets, clutching them around your fingers.

“u—ugh, fuck, err—en.” your voice rattled in your throat, shaking as he squirted his nut inside of you, making you warm and sweaty everywhere.

he crashed beside you, heavy breathing shared between the two of you as you saw the camera still running, documenting him absolutely rearranging your guts.

[thatzombiefangirl]

naoya zenin i WILL impregnate you just you WATCH

[n0irzz]

someone needs to shut his mouth!!! ASAP

[n0irzz]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ LOSER!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ SYNOPSIS: naoya was your college bully who would annoy the hell out of you during school hours, until you had enough.

tags: 18+, sub naoya, dom fem, bathroom smut, adult smut, semi public smut, abusive, bullying, toxic, fingers in mouth, misogyny, masochist, straight to the smut, riding, fucked dumb, naoya is his own tag…. he had to go.

standing by yourself leaning your back on the wall outside your lecture hall, waiting for your professor to come in. but all you saw was naoya coming towards you slowly with his hands in his pocket. you ignored his footsteps walking towards you, until he placed his palm against the wall, pinning and locking you on the wall with no where to go.

his hazel eyes looked down at you, his other hand sliding your throat giving it a small squeeze before letting go. “d’awwh, all early for class? really wish women weren’t allowed to go to school and stay home.” he frowned teasingly which only made you feel your blood boiling.

you slapped him. his face immediately flew to the left and he stood there for a moment and shutting his eyes before he laughed that vibrated through your body. “not sure how you even got accepted here. your brain is as small as your dick.” you spat at him, shoving him back with your hand.

his eyes furrowed, mouth apart like he wasn’t the one you were talking to. “mines? small? you just wanna see for it yourself.” he tched, moving closer to you despite your physical retaliation.

you stared at him for a hot moment, thinking about whether or not you wanted to see for it yourself. biting the insides of your cheek, he kept smirking at you waiting for you to say anything. to be honest, all you wanted was him to moan so fucking loud that his reputation at college would depreciate by it.

you did have a specialty of making the lives of men terrible just by your sexual skills, so you decided to use it on him. hearing him moan and slur on his own words in that kansai accent was all you wanted to hear. without further thought, you pulled him by his tie and dragged him to the bathroom.

he choked slightly when you did that, “what the fuck are you doing?” he husked out when you shoved him inside the bathroom stall and closed it behind you. you shut him the fuck up when you grabbed his tie and slammed your lips against his, tongue rolling over his without a single thought in your brain but to fuck him dumb.

he groans silently into the kiss placing his hand onto your throat pulling you closer to him. you moaned while thinking about what you want to do next, already feeling your cunt getting wet by it. your hand left his tie and made their way to his shoulders as your legs began to ascend to his hips, hugging him without taking your lips off him.

he lifted you up like you were weightless, grabbing your thighs and shoving your back on the wall. you hiccuped a yelp, yet muffled since his tongue moved against yours urgently while he coined your mouth into a salivating mess. his wet tongue made you think of wonders of what he could do with it, his saliva oddly tasting like vanilla and chocolate which only made you want to taste it more.

he bit down on your bottom lip, pulling back slowly with his breath hitched and heavy. you stared at him with your eyes low and leaning up to lick his bottom lip with the back tip of your tongue, doing all of it while giving him direct eye contact.

you could feel his dick growing hard, since your clothed cunt was shoved over it. “you still think its small, or do you wanna find out?” he titled his head with a smirk, jawline clenching while giving your thigh a squeeze.

you smirked, letting go of his shoulders and making your way onto your knees. “i’ll find out myself.” you looked up at him, his eyes going bewildered. you unzipped his pants and slid them down to see his hard erection poking out of his boxers. without paying any mind, you slid it off with your teeth, revealing his above-average cock hitting the side of your cheek.

your eyes widened slightly, staring at the swollen and puffy tip that was right in your face. he let out a small scoffing laugh. “come on, women, admit that youre—f-fuck..ugh—” he murmured while you flatly placed your tongue onto his tip, covering his mouth with his hand.

then, you stopped. he looked down at you with his hand over your mouth. “y’gonna take that hand away from your mouth or should i do it for you?” you looked up at him, placing your hands on your knees which indicated you were about to stop it then and there.

“you cant be serious..” he said, in which you just shrugged your shoulders and began to swirl your thumb around his precummed-tip. “what? you men cant put your hands over your mouth like a fucking bitch.” you blurted out.

he grabbed onto the wall, finger nails scratching it while his moans were sliced by his teeth guarding them. “wha..o-okay…imsorry, im—hah.." he yelps out as you took his dick into your mouth, taking him inch by inch and bobbing your head into it, sucking it like he was going to run away.

“fu-fuck, i—hah, hate, you.” he managed to mutter out while his hips bucked into your mouth involuntarily, his hand shaking since there was no way of him putting it over his mouth because he needed stability of standing up right.

“hate me, yet youre screaming like a little virgin while you get vacuumed by me.” you let go of his dick with a pop, knowing he was about to finish and you didn’t want him to. you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, standing up straight as his dick twitched with cum spilling out of it just by staring at you.

“say it again.” you tilted your head, playing with his dick with your fingers, taking his cum in between your fingers.

“you—shit, fu-fuh—cking, bi—itch..” he moaned out, his mouth spilt apart so you took that opportunity to shove two fingers into it, he choked on it immediately with his teeth in between your knuckles. he gagged around your fingers, being all messy and drooling over them while his hips stuttered against absolutely nothing.

naoya let out a cracked sob, his tongue separating your fingers while it sat in between the cracks of them. he stared down at you, exhausted from just that. he was sweating, but you, you weren’t done at all.

“fuckin’ virgin.” you muttered out, taking your fingers out of his mouth. he let out a strangled whine, head lolling backwards at the wall as he retrieved his breath. you saw the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, and took that as an opportunity to make kisses against his neck, licking it and moaning purposely on it.

he physically shuddered, the sound of your moans made him go into a trance while his chest grew in and out. you sucked onto his pulse, looking up at him just to see him biting down on his bottom lip before letting out his kansai accented moan.

“n—no,” he panted. “nngh”, his hands sliding to your waist for something to hold onto. “f-fuuuucckkkk..” he began to actually let out cries that made you laugh at how sensitive he actually was.

you let go of his neck, sliding down your pants and pulling them off your ankles. his eyes grew wide open, seeing your very visible cunt leaking onto the floor. you gestured your fingers for him to sit down, and he complied immediately like a fucking dog. you smiled and began to straddle him, placing your hands onto your shoulders for something to hold onto.

then, you rolled your hips onto his lap, your clit finally getting that sensation that was beeping when you first kissed him. you moaned into his neck, feeling that vibration that you yearned after.

he grabbed your clothed breast, pinching your nipples and circling it with his thumb till it became hard and poking out of the shirt you had on. “c—can you just, fuck me already?” he begged which you didn’t expect.

“since you asked so nice.” you jammed your hole inside of his dick, shoving it in without going slow. he immediately started to moan out words that didn’t even make sense, legs trembling from just the first thrust.

you began to go faster, shoving his dick into your tight walls while it brushed your cervix every so often which made your moans to go more high pitched than usual. though, you were definitely not as loud as he was. he was practically crying out, tears left his left eye, while he shut the right one as it was too much to handle.

he wailed, head slamming against the cold wall with every motion causing him to jerk his hips into you. “please, i—mngh, more, fuck—more.” he whimpered out, eyes completely shut while more tears ran down his eyes, dampening his cheeks.

you laughed, wiping his tears away. “keep begging, it looks—ngh, good on you.” you hiccuped, his tip immediately brushing your cervix frequently more while you tightened up.

“y—youre, so—fuckingtighttt..” he slurred out his words, about to finish and so were you. he bucked one more time, then he completely filled you up with his cum, thighs and hips twitched while he bounced you up into the air slightly. you moaned when the hot erection swooped into your cunt, sucking on his bottom lip when it all came crashing down.

he crashed onto your neck, heavy breathing with his cock still inside of you, mumbling weakly as you waited for him to regulate his breathing. “come on, get up and go get cleaned up. hope you had fun losing your virginity, whore.” you smirked at him, getting up from his dick and putting your pants back on and getting out of the stall.

he laid there for a moment, then grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and cleaned the absolute MESS he created off his dick and floor. he threw it into the toilet and flushed it before walking out. he stared at himself in the mirror, eyes completely red and low, his lips were slightly bleeding and swollen from how much you two were making out, and his hair being all fluffy and messed up.

he had no choice but to walk out of there looking like he just got fucked like he never did before, and thats exactly what happened.

naoya walked out with a few whispers coming his way, then toji walked up to him and stared at that afterglow he had. “finally lost it, didn’t you. next time, dont be so fucking loud, i could hear you more than i heard her.” toji scolded with that shit eating grin.

“fuck off.”