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[valleyofwater]

Hey Abbacchio nation, here‘s a treat!

Ref under the cut

[certifiedforklif]

His name is big stupid

[bananimid]

Hi guys, After a long time, I finally managed to bring another JJBA project, this time from Steel Ball Run! 🐎💫 I really wanted to try drawing horses and this Jojo season seemed perfect for it!

I also brought a little bit of what the process was like so you can forgive me for taking so long to post here!😭😭😭 (and because some of you might be interested sometimes hehe)

[andeptus]

cherry guy

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my absolute favorite meme recreation i've ever done😭

i also did his manga cover 🙈⬇️

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nanamin cosplay from this weekend..🖤🐆

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nanamin cosplay from this weekend..🖤🐆

[pearlessance]

uhm maam??? in love w u 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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and if i give u a *consensual* kiss then what?????

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nanamin cosplay from this weekend..🖤🐆

[amusementmile]

[chrollogy-deactivated20250421]

MY TURN

— hisoka morow x f!reader

syn: Hisoka turns into a complete mess all because of a strap on.

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, pegging/use of strap on, anal (m), bottom!hisoka, top!reader, porn without plot, just pure filth im so sorry, hisoka gets his shit rocked, pet name (baby), not beta read.

word count: 1.5k

notes: divider: cafekitsune. im running away . a quick lil smut warm up :3 i actually enjoyed writing this heh (oki see u on november !)

Hot. Damp. Filthy.

Hisoka’s pornographic moans filled the thick atmosphere of the room—they had no restraint whatsoever, ribbons, and ribbons of colourful curses tied with your name slipped past his wet lips; both coherent, and incoherent, each lust-filled noise came out of him with every merciless thrust of your hips. Face down, ass up. That’s the position you currently had Hisoka on, with his back unnaturally arched to take the strap even deeper.

How pathetic. A big strong man capable of killing anyone seemed to lose it at a mere silicone cock.

With Hisoka’s head turned to the side—he figured it’d be such a waste to muffle his melodic moans—he stared straight at you from over his shoulder; light amber gaze coated in pure carnal desire.

It held a hint of amusement deep beneath the brightness of its colour as if to tease you even though he’s the one getting railed into oblivion with a faux cock.

You clicked your tongue.

Even with that expression on his face—brows tightly knitted together, lips unceremoniously parted, and a glob of saliva rolling from the corner of his mouth paired with a deep crimson blush—Hisoka still managed to rouse a sense of superiority with just his eyes.

You gripped his hips, nails digging into the bareness of his pale skin before driving the strap-on cock deeper into his hole. “Mhm—aah! Yeah, that’s it—ngh!” The ivory sheets beneath his sweaty palms crumpled under his touch, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the tip of the faux cock kissed Hisoka’s sweet spot.

An icy shudder kissed up his arched back, leaving trails of goosebumps on his bare skin. Hot tears lined his pretty eyes, you watched as it rolled down his face, and onto the silk pillowcase beneath.

God, the sight before you was absolutely immaculate, downright filthy yet oddly enough, there was something so beautiful about it—the way Hisoka’s expansive back muscles flexed with pure pleasure, veins that decorated his arms bulged from the tightness of his grip on the sheets.

Not to mention how his muscular body jolted back, and forth from each merciless thrust of your hips. Bright red hair that was normally slicked back now fell onto his neck, damp, and stuck to his sweaty skin.

Hisoka looked like an absolute whore beneath you, and you lived for the sight.

If he was being honest, he couldn’t think properly anymore; his mind was nothing but a lust-filled mush, hungry for more, more, more pleasure until it pushed him into the brink of complete insanity. Pure ecstasy engulfed his body from head to toe, causing him to shake from the mind blowing sensation.

Oh, what an amazing feeling it was, if only he could live in this state forever. Sounds of wet squelches mixed with Hisoka’s shameless whimpers, and moans were like music to your ears—a sinful melody reserved for you only.

With your palms flat against his shoulder blades, you shifted your weight to your hands, using his back as a leverage to angle your hips better, and reach deeper inside him. Hisoka panted in unison with every thrust, the weight of your body on top allowed him to enter a blissful haze from the lack of oxygen in his lungs—almost like a drunken state but paired with lust.

His toes curled at the foreign sensation, relishing in the way it made his body feel limp yet stiff at the same time. The familiar feeling deep inside his stomach was slowly rising to the surface—he was near his orgasm, and you knew from the way Hisoka moaned your name like a broken record.

Ah, but you weren’t quite finished with him just yet.

“Turn around for me, will you?” You panted, hastily slipping out of his hole which earned a pathetic whimper from the man before you.

Nonetheless, Hisoka obliged, and swiftly so—as though mere seconds away from pleasure was going to cost him his whole life. He adjusted himself, bare back flushed against the sheets beneath, uncomfortably sticking onto his sweat-covered skin. A bright hue of red surrounded Hisoka’s head like a sinful halo, his hair was splayed onto the pillow which made him look all the more majestic in his raw beauty.

His hard cock slapped against his abdomen, it stood proudly, and leaked of a pearlescent pre-cum which you were tempted to get your tongue on, and relish at the taste of him. You wrapped your fingers around the back of Hisoka’s knees, bending his long legs, and bringing them to his chest before slipping the faux cock back inside his hole, earning a high pitched whimper from your lover, followed by a muttered curse.

Without letting him adjust, you returned to the swift pace you had set mere moments ago, pulling louder moans, and groans from Hisoka. At this point he was long gone, drunk on pure pleasure without an ounce of sobriety left inside him, letting you do as you please with his body as long as the feeling of ecstasy was what he received—a win, win situation.

Light amber eyes slowly dipped beneath his heavy eyelids, his stare held nothing but empty lust. As odd as it was, Hisoka’s fucked out expression allowed pride to bloom across your chest, a feeling of accomplisment that you, too, were able to reduce your lover into nothing but a common whore who eagerly chased after pleasure.

After all, it was always the other way around—Hisoka never shied away from taking you in many sinful positions, rendering you cockdrunk, and unable to form a single coherent thought.

You bent over him, palms placed on either side of his head, a smug smile painted on your sweaty face, “My, my, what a scandalous sight. God, I love that expression you’re making.” You moaned—a fake one to tease him. That was usually Hisoka’s line when he’d fuck you, he always loved to comment on your fucked out expression; per his words, it fuelled his sex drive like gasoline on fire.

Hisoka could only reply with a bite of his lip. Another set of fresh tears rolled down his crimson coloured cheeks as electrifying shocks of pleasure washed over his body. With the harsh jolts of his body, and tears clouding his gaze, he couldn’t even see you properly but that didn’t really matter since he could feel you perfectly fine.

“Fist your cock for me.” You breathed out.

Hisoka snaked a shaky hand down to the apex of his legs where his cock remained untouched, and hard. He wrapped his deft fingers around the shaft, back arched off the mattress at the added pleasure, “Aah! Fuck, that feels so—ngh! So good!” Hisoka’s lips curled into a crazed smile, a breathy chuckle erupted from his throat at the feel of his hole, and cock being simultaneously pleasure.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Everything felt too fucking good, he couldn’t help but feel amused.

Completely letting himself go, Hisoka eagerly fisted his cock in time with your thrusts. His body stiffened under the immense pleasure he felt, a series of incoherent sentences flowed out of his mouth as though he spoke another language.

Hisoka was close.

So fucking close to his orgasm  as the knot inside his stomach threatened to snap with each passing second—with each thrust of your hips.

The only thing grounding him right now was his free hand curling around the ivory sheets, and if he were to let go, he might actually start floating as though on cloud nine.

“Ah—! Mhm! Yes! That’s it, baby don’t stop!” 

And you didn’t, you kept the same merciless pace despite the resistance of his walls making it a little harder to thrust inside. Hisoka panted like a dog, bare, sweaty chest heaving up, and down as if his life depended on it; his precum-covered thumb deftly rubbed at his sensitive slit—up, and down, up, and down, fast, tight circles along the tip of his cock head.

Pleasure gnawed at Hisoka’s very bones, his body trembled with immense pleasure; mind completely blank, and in a lust-filled haze. Every muscle inside his body stiffened as climax neared, all four limbs tingling with a foreign sensation as though a million butterflies kissed his bare skin.

With one last thrust from you, and a few more tight rubs on his tip, Hisoka unceremoniously came with a loud moan of your name while pressing his head further into the pillow beneath.

Ribbons, and ribbons of thick ivory spurted from his hardened cock, and onto his chiselled abdomen—Hisoka’s face contorted in pure pleasure, completely lost in the sinful sensation.

Fuck, it felt like his head was spinning.

The two of you stayed still for a moment, allowing him to bask in the serene aftermath of an earth shattering orgasm, heavy pants from both of you quickly replaced Hisoka’s lewd moans. After a heartbeat, he opened his eyes, and you were met with a cold amber stare, full of predatory intent, and carnal desire,

And with a sinister curl of his lips, Hisoka breathed out, “Now then, it’s my turn.”

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[natxsuku]

[screampied]

i just need five minutes with them both 🧍‍♂️

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#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru

☆ sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasn’t the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basket—it’s right between your legs.. boo!

wc. 6.6k

warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefùcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied bréeding, cunnīlingus / face sītting, bóob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fıngering, squırting, petnames.

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at the gojo’s, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads ‘step if you dare.’ part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didn’t answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, you’d switch with satoru—your jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early you’d take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but it’s to your utmost ‘surprise’ that satoru opens the door.

“oh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?” he’d hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, he’s wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.

with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. “myself,” and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair that’s spikier than usual. satoru’s wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, “who are you even supposed to be.”

“uh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,” and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. “aw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, they’re out with nanami ‘n suguru trick-or-treatin’. just some blocks down,” and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that you’d probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguru—you didn’t have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. “oh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.”

“don’t call me that.”

“just did.”

oh, brother.

the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kids—the memories all came crawling back. the two of you didn’t end off on a bad note—divorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, you’d get the week and he’d get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.

“excuse the mess,” satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. “if i knew you were comin’ over around this hour i’d clean a bit,” and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. “hey. sweetheart, you’re lookin’ down again.”

with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like he’s gotten even more handsome.

satoru gojo was always attractive—there was no doubt about it.

he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.

again, there wasn’t a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.

the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named ‘kakashi’ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just ‘cause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.

satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leaf—honestly, you tuned out.

he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.

“i don’t wanna fight, gojo.”

“hmph. so it’s ‘gojo’ now,” he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughter’s legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. “and i don’t wanna fight either. in fact, i jus’ wanna talk.”

“so . . talk then,” you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.

a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. “soooo,” and it’s an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and he’s got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your hand—your fingers specifically before he slyly coos. “i see you’re still wearin’ your wedding ring.”

shit.

he had a point.

after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did too—he also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women who’d try to hit on him.

you honestly don’t know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surprise—you thought he’d stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.

you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, “shut up.”

satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. he’s so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.

you remember the exact brand too, and it wasn’t exactly cheap either. he’d buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.

there’s so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.

there’s an annoying voice in your brain that’s screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.

you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.

satoru’s eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you don’t— in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,

“make me.”

so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.

not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.

and that’s when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoru’s laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.

glossy - it’s prettier like he’s never seen it, and he can’t help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.

“y’knowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didn’t think you meant sitting on my f—mmph,” and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.

satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.

as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you weren’t laughing.

his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.

“f- fuck,” you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didn’t care about words.

you didn’t care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.

perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoru’s always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.

his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much it’s missed its favorite meal.

curl after fucking curl, he’s leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he can’t help but smell your tangy glacé coated sex.

it’s pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. “h- heh, ‘s this why you came over? to shut me up ‘n use my fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart?”

“god, you talk t.. too much,” you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.

satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.

he’d just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.

a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jaw’s already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.

satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before he’s starting to suck against your clit.

“oh! fuck, right there ‘toru, riiiight there,” and he’s just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. “fuck, fuckin’ spit on it, ‘toru. pleasepleaseee.”

cute.

you’re calling him ‘toru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongue’s doing.

“wifey’s still as nasty as ever,” satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud ‘psh’ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. “mmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.” you peek down at satoru who’s the literal epitome of the word smug.

he’s smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.

you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.

satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.

wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.

with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. “listen to how damn wet she is,” he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. he’s playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. “mhm, i know, i know,” and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second he’s focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.

all six eyes were fixated between your legs—

satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.

he’s nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and you’re letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out ‘m-a-r-r-y m-e’ and as lewd as it was, he’s proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.

he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ‘n locked. satoru’s a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.

“satoru… ngh,” you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. you’re fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. you’re squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. “goddd, ‘m gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.”

“let’s see what she thinks,” he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoru’s entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud ‘pop!’ sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.

fuck, he had such long fingers.

you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being ‘the strongest’ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasn’t fucking kidding . .

“hm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?” and your lips curl up into a pout. he’s serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.

again, you’re just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru can’t help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesn’t get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.

you’re slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. you’re close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.

already, he’s located it like ‘x’ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.

satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . you’ve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.

you couldn’t help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as you’re leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.

it’s carnal, you’re stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, he’s adding in another finger and the spongy pressure that’s being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!

“toru, sato—fuck, ‘m cumming, ‘m gonna cum,” and your words repeated themselves over and over. you’re like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as you’re blissfully coming undone.

satoru’s staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. “ugh, fuuuck.” and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.

satoru’s still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.

you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongue—it felt that good to where it’s like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.

only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. he’s still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.

“yeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,” and you moan as he’s still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. “fuck, y’r so hot when you try ‘ta put me in my place, sweetheart.”

“stop talking,” you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy ‘ugh’ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.

like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.

he’s still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. “oh, what’s this?” he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.

this time though, it’s more sensual. satoru’s taking in every piece of fabric that’s protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.

he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. he’s taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.

“gonna ride me, yeah?” he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.

coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.

just . . one . . more,

right?

well, that’s what you told yourself.

but all that went out the window the second you’re aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. it’s like a game of chess. he’s waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.

two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.

his tip—it’s got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.

it’s rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.

and it does - it definitely does.

“ohhh fuck,” you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.

satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as you’re still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldn’t help but feel you everywhere.

starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. “god, don’t know how much i missed you ‘n your smart mouth,” and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. “missed this ass just as much.”

“bet you did,” you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. he’s huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoru’s girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.

he’s got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. it’s a feeling you’ll probably never get used to.

“what’s with the smirk? somethin’ funny?”

“you, baby,” satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as you’re trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.

satoru’s sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. “all that talk ‘n you still can’t take me. thought i trained my wife’s pussy good,” and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. “guessss not!”

“fuck you.” you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.

pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.

satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as he’s got your wrists restrained against your back.

satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.

god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.

“fuck you,” he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you weren’t even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.

from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.

your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. “myyy, what a fuckin’ mess,” and you suck your teeth, feeling satoru’s loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.

the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. “still wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,” he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. “ooh, she likes that,” and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. “fuuck, she’s achin’ for it. look at that pretty ‘lil throb. so cute.”

“are you gonna fuck me or n—”

“listen, honey,” and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. he’s so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.

inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. “i’m gonna fuck you,” he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. “might as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while ‘m at it,” and you moan once he’s slowly starting to sink his way in.

satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.

his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, he’s just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.

satoru could stare at you all day if he could. “f- fuh—fuck,” you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like ‘o’ the moment he’s easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.

your tummy dips from each inch that’s gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until he’s starting to gruffly groan. satoru’s already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.

it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussy’s holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. “ ‘toruuu, ‘s fuckin’ big.”

“allll for you,” he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as he’s starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. “all. for. you,”

and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.

the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .

you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.

satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.

it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.

satoru’s got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and he’s got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skin—each smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.

you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.

heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then again—it’s satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckin’ kind..

his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like it’s been ages, and it kinda has.

with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. it’s a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, “ah ah. where ya goin'?” he reels you right back into him. he’s so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. “aw, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. “wanna hear my wife’s pretty voice. y’r sloppy pussy’s nice but i wanna—ngh, hear you.”

“ex-wife,” you correct him again, and you know he’s just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. “hnghh. stupid-,” you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.

you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.

he had the type of dick where it’d make you question your life choices—so good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.

you’re pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesn’t even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.

and his stamina . . oh,

it never changed once he aged—he had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.

“whaaat’s that?” satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. it’s safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.

satoru’s got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.

he’s amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. “such a brat, bet you don’t slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?”

you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. “mmh. maybe i do. ‘s none of your business.”

“oh girl, please,” satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.

you still couldn’t get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.

the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as he’s still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckin’ deep before satoru starts to slow down.

with a wet ‘plop!’ he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. “fuuck,” and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.

you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.

your pussy’s pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.

as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like you’re saying ‘what happened?’

“so . . fuckin’ hot,” satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.

he heard your melodic ‘oooh’ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru can’t help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. “ah, can’t forget about my favorite girls,” and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoru’s hips start to get sloppy and his cock’s just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. “so pretty ‘n plump. . all mine.”

satoru continues to fondle your breasts as he’s ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. he’s moaning against your ear right with you, and satoru’s starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.

his cock’s rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. it’s smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. “fuck, fuck me,” you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.

“greedy ‘lil thing,” satoru huffs, and as he’s still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoru’s massaging your walls so good that it’s like he’s putting a wicked spell on your pussy.

you could barely even sit up anymore, and he’s holding your hips firmly. “mmhhh, gettin’ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.”

“how about you stop talking-”

“how about i edge you ‘n let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?”

radio silence.

you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.

“uh huh. ‘s what i thought,” and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.

his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.

the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoru’s abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. “hah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.”

“fuck,” you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.

satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. “heh, fuck? that’s not an answer, silly.”

“inside, fuckin’ finish inside, ‘toru,” you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.

you’ve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like they’ve had just about enough.

“nuh uh, manners sweetheart. don’t act brand new,” he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoru’s slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. he’s back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, “ ‘pretty pleaseee’, c’mon baby. talk to me nice.”

with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, “fuck you.”

“hah, you’re a trip, y’know that?” and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.

as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. “it’s ‘fuck me’ ‘n yet you’re bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckin’ me,” and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.

within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voice—

it’s sexy, and satoru’s feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. it’s cute, the way how you’re so impatient but such a brat.

the woman he always knew - his wife.

“sato—satoruuu,” you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, “fine, pretty please.”

“pretty please what, sweetheart?”

he’s annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like it’s some repetitive sacred mantra.

with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, “pretty please . . cum inside, ‘toru. please.”

“atta girl, use those words,” he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. “god, this tummy,” he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.

satoru’s body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and that’s when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.

you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. “mhm, you’d look so pretty plump ‘n round again for me, baby,” and satoru’s starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his high’s approaching at a hasty speed. “prettiest fuckin’ mommy. fuck, ‘m gonna give you so much.”

white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behind—skin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, “fuck!” you’re moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoru’s strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as you’re barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.

when it arrives, it’s quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as he’s slowly pumping you full of ribbons ‘n ribbons of cum.

pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. “fuuuck,” you breathe, hearing satoru’s groans overshadow your noises. he’s always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.

he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoru’s eyes flicker down toward the mess that’s being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.

bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.

gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. he’s missed filling you up like this - so so bad.

satoru nearly slips out a whine as he’s dumping his all into you—casually filling you to the brim, and that’s when his hips start to get even sloppier.

he was a mess, and you’ve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussy’s all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.

a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldn’t help but pull out. it’s a squishy lewd ‘pop’ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. “god, look at how pretty she is after a good fillin’,” he huffs, and you’re still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. you’re lying on your back, meeting his gaze.

you’ve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.

he didn’t even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and that’s when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.

“can’t . . let it go to waste,” he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.

slowly, he’s lapping up the remnants of his cum that’s spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. “mmh.”

“s- satoru,” you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.

with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. “kiss me.”

“heh, that’s my girl,” he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. he’s been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.

he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. you’ve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoru’s lips as he’s making out with you.

it’s intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.

satoru’s sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. “fuckin’ woman,” he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.

you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.

it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..

satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before that’s when you abruptly pull away.

“h..hey,” he huffs, and he’s entirely flustered. satoru’s got heart eyes in his pupils, and he’s very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. “what’s— ah.”

like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kids—satoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.

as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.

fuck it.

fuck him - literally.

“lie back,” you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. you’re getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.

like a dog – he’s obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.

“oh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?” satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.

it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ‘n forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. “shit,” he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. “f- fine. but this means . . you’ll give me another chance?”

you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. “we’ll see.”

“i’ll take it,” satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second you’re starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.

he’s still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoru’s abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.

“do your worst fuckin’ then,” satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.

as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.

“m- make your husband proud, wifey.”

[natxsuku]

vegas....vegas vegas vegas...ohhhhh sweet sweet vegas........

i have been born anew..........thank you 😗

[screampied]

#WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER? t. fushiguro

☆ sum. you know girl, usually when someone’s about to get stabbed, they scream—not moan. ghostface is supposed to be scary, intimidating, terrifying. but what happens when he’s tall, hot, and has a scar that runs down the right side of his lip? maybe his motive this time was to make you scream out his name in another way. welcome to act three.

wc. 7.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghostface!toji, pwp, roleplay, unprotected, slight dacryphīlia, glove / mask kink, scream spoilers + references, dumbification, knīfe play, biting, he's crazy but your pússy's crazier, fīngering, riding his face mask, hair pulling, first time squīrt, cunnīlingus, pússy drunk toji, spīt, praise, dirty talk, petnames.

➤ kinktober mlist.

“now girl, what the fuck was that,” a husky voice that sounds a bit muffled murmurs out to you. you’re laid on the ground, quite literally seeing the life flash before your eyes as the edge of his jagged knife glimmers against the ceiling light. peeking one open, you’re met with the covered soulless eyes of an infamous ghostface mask, and he’s tilting his head at you. “did i hear ya right?”

as he hovers over you, you speak in a breathy voice. growing sheepish, you glance away. “um, hear what?”

“you moaned, doll,” he replies, and the cottony flaps of his costume brush against your skin the closer he gets. as the coolly aerating air turns dead silent for a few moments, you could hear the sounds of his irregular breaths – deep sinister breaths . . and for some reason, it makes your thighs clench, and not in fear. “right as i said i was gonna gut ya like a fish,” and your own breathing hitched once his gloved finger strokes down your lip. “and i put the knife riiiiiight down here,” he slowly drags the prop down your nearly torn top, “you moaned right as i was about to strike. why?”

“i think . . you’re hearing things,” you rub the back of your neck, but you left off yet another moan the second he slides a knee between your legs.

“nah,” the masked man jibes, and it’s as if he’s staring right through your clothes. with a gloved hand he pulls up his mask, only showing part of his face. he pulls it down inches below his nose as you glance at his scarred lips that show. “think i heard quite well, princess,” and he slowly grazes the soft end of the knife further and further down your skin. “besides, like i said earlier. . i wanna play a game—and we can start with me asking,” and he pauses, leaning up close to your shell of your ear, warm breath tickling against your lobe. “you’re not wearing panties right now, are ya, princess?”

right at his words—your thighs stuck together and you felt a shiver run down your spine. it’s cold, and it made your eyebrow twitch at how insanely turned on you were.

usually, most people would scream or run—hell, even fight back. but it’s different when it’s you.

as he continued to straddle over you, you could have sworn you saw this movie before. .

and now, here you were—helpless indeed and on the floor as he hovers his weight over you, waving a his knife—(a knife that looks like a sort of cheap knockoff version of the one michael myers walks around with) in your face while his other hand mockingly cups your cheek.

“and if i’m not?” you mumble, fixating your eyes solely on the hole parts that shield his eyes.

it’s like you were staring at empty black voids, and no matter how hard you squinted – you just couldn’t see him at all. all you could make out was white and black plastic mask, and as he tilts his head again, he’s returning the gaze. fuck, each time he head tilts and cocks his head to a certain degree—it’s like he’s challenging you, taunting you even, and you’d constantly feel your thighs squeeze together tighter and tighter.

“ah, well,” he thinks for a moment, feeling his covered eyes bore at your body. in his mind, you looked so pretty sprawled all out and underneath him. with your chest heaving in and out as he continues to strum his gloved fingers down your exposed skin, he hums.

“maybe i’d just have ‘ta take a look for myself,” and your breath hitches again once he slowly drags the whetted edge of the knife down your polka dot blouse. with a loud tearing ‘shiiiiek’, a few of your buttons go loose as he’s easily dividing through the fabric with the blade. “cute, i’m assuming you’re not wearin’ a bra either,” and you felt yourself throb the moment he pauses his hands, staring at your perked tits. “phew,” he whistles, giving your pretty physique a nice three second stare. “nice rack.”

“you . . aren’t gonna—”

“—what, kill ya? oh, no doll. now that wouldn’t be fun,” he purrs, finishing your sentence.

it was almost embarrassing at how your body responded to him. you didn’t just wanted more, you craved it. staring right back at you were those same dark holes of a mask that you desperately wanted to see his true identity.

just who was he?

but judging from his voice though, it was a raspy low. . somewhat sounding of a way of smoker would speak. the voice sounded a bit older and of course—he had the body shape of a fucking tank.

as he lets off a low sigh, he shrugs his broad shoulders. “you’re too pretty for that. besides, i’m hard ‘n that little moan you did nearly ruined me if i’m bein’ honest.”

as a small impish smile forms against your glossed pursed lips, your nerves lessen. you stare up at the man before exhaling slight sudden relief. so you were gonna be in the sequel, score.

“so . . . what, is this the part where i’m supposed to beg for my life, mr. ghostface?” you had nothing really to lose, so why not play around with him for a bit – reverse psychology.

“actually,” he clicks his tongue, swiping a thumb down the keen edge of his dagger. it’s an eerie dead pause that whistles in the air once his gloved hands brush against your skin before he continues.

“this would be the part where you scream,” and as he presses his mask all the way against face, he’s so close that you get a glimpse of his scarred lips that poke underneath the cover. “but fuck it. since y’er not scared yet, guess i’ll have ‘ta get that heart racin’ one way or another.”

and toji—who was apparently his name, does this in no other way but propping himself right between your legs.

long story short, everything escalated quickly. so quickly that one minute you were on the floor quote and quote “fearing” for your life and the next . . ? you find yourself being tossed on your velveteen cushioned sofa, voluntarily spreading your legs out for him like some slut out of a cheesy predictable horror movie.

if you were being completely honest, the real killer was his tongue . . because for the life of you, you just couldn’t get over how sloppy he moved it in different directions.

toji kept his mask on the entire time, but it’s pulled up just a tad bit to where you’re only getting a tiny glimpse of the lower part of his face. the fabric just barely shields the bottom part of his nose as his scarred thin lips press their way against your sopping folds.

“fuuuck,” you’d whimper, preferring this over death any day.

right away, you spot the scar that slashes straight down the right side of his lip and it’s a small but attractive feature. every few seconds, he’d purposely smear that part of his mouth against your cunt, earning out a candied ‘ooh!’ from you. within seconds, your numbed thighs were already starting to stick together – like glue.

letting off a sharp drawn out gasp, you glance near your nightstand and the alarm that sits above it. the time was a quarter past two . . and well, some would ask how you’d even get yourself in this situation.

truth is, you didn’t really know either but you damn sure weren’t exactly complaining either. toji found you a bit strange though.

usually people would run from him but you . . you moaned right as you were about to meet your maker. weird, and he’s heard countless screams but never once like yours. that’s kind of because yours wasn’t even a scream, it was a literal moan.

and he wanted to hear more and more of it.

it intrigued him – you intrigued him, and he sort of wants to make you scream in a whole other way though, especially since he’s got you right where he wants. sprawled all out, legs fucking spread . .

“do you . . have to keep this stupid thing on?” you breathlessly grouse, a cute pout curling against your lips as your hands grab the top of his head.

it sort of irked you how he kept his ghostface mask on the entire duration he’s positioned between your legs. with a tight grip, you yank him forward and he groans against your cunt. toji peppers sloppy kisses against your pudgy folds before staring up at you, a faint smirk twisting against his own lips. huffing out an annoyed exhale, you grump. “ ‘s not like ‘m gonna turn you in or anything. i never even found ghostface scary anywa—”

toji snickers. “yeahhh, right,” and you shiver, watching with low hooded eyes as he gathers a glossy string of spit in his mouth.

as your legs quivered from the single grip of one of his hands, he spits right on your teary pussy, watching the lustrous trail of slime drag down his chin. “i’ll think about it,” and he laps his own mess right up, dexterously creating nasty slosh sounds with his exaggerated smacking lips.

with a teasing pat of his gloved hand, he smears the slick puddle that rests on your entrance before humming. “cute, seems like y’er pussy’s tryna seduce me though.”

you let off a whimper, not knowing how long your legs could remain open as he’s toying with your clit. fat clothed fingers drag their way down your slobbering cunt, drawing various circles and shapes around your knobbling nub as a breath snatches from your full lungs. “s- shit, spit on it ‘s more,” you’d weep, feeling your own lips part into a curling ‘o’ shape as you’re in carnal awe.

“now, doll,” he’d whisper against your folds, slurping you clean and savoring the taste of your bittersweet fervor on his tongue.

toji brings two thick fingers toward the outer part of your clit before it slowly starts to disappear inside. it’s like a magic trick — you watch them slowly disintegrate inside of your sopping cunt and you whimper, feeling them curl their ways inside.

as he’s preparing to pump both digits inside, your tummy caves in and you let off a sweet moan the second his long digits start to scissor inside of you. “since ‘m gonna spare ya, i think it’s time we set some ground rules,” and as his hot breath continues to fan against your twitching sex—your grip tightens near the top part of his mask. “don’t tell me how to eat, yeah?”

a timid whimper was your response and you watch how his lips carve into a haughty smile. with a second thought, toji spanks your cunt and he hums, hearing the wet back-talking chatter of squelches leave from your pussy.

as you’re twitching and pulsating from the tender stimulation—you feel him starting to lay his long tongue flat. starting from bottom to top, he eats out your cunt as if it was served to him on a silver fucking platter. “afraid ‘m gonna need an answer, little girl.”

“y- yes,” you let off a soft shrilling gasp, feeling his callused fingertips prod deep inside your gummy clenching walls. toji’s gloved digits felt scorchingly warm inside you, and with just a swift motion, he twirls them ‘round and ‘round, barreling each long inch inside of your pretty pussy.

god, if his fingers were this long, you only imagined imagined what his dick would feel like. the feeling alone made your stomach flutter uncontrollably as your teeth sink into the skin coating your bottom lip.

this was bad, this was really really bad . .

you were probably breaking every cliche horror movie rule in the book . . or in this case, the script. you were supposed to run, not open your legs. but, what’s the saying? you only live once, and that’s if you survive his tongue.

toji was ruthless.

his head moves back and forth as he munched on your pussy, playfully nipping the pearly edges teeth against your clit. each time he does that, you’re sensitive and you whine out a sweet battle cry, rutting your hips further into his greedy slick mouth. your legs nearly suffocated him but he didn’t care, and each long stripe that he creates with his sticky tongue earns out a bundle of whiny whimpers from you.

you had no panties on, and he was basically eating you out with nothing but a skirt that’s pulled up toward your waist—clinging against your jerking, active hips. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you abruptly gasp, feeling your legs already starting to weaken.

by this point, he’s not even eating your pussy anymore, he’s damn near making out with it. toji’s making out with your pussy – with tongue, and lots lots of it.

he’s creating darting motions with the pointed tip of his tongue, barely batting a single lash of an eye that his chin’s starting to glimmer with sheeny slick. your sheeny slick. as you occasionally look down, you only see that same part of his face that’s shown—but it makes you throb regardless, just imagining just what he really looked like.

you knew he was tall—that much was apparent, a strong burly build and a cocky persona to match.

“yeah? give it to me then,” he interrupts your thoughts as a wolffish grin spreads across his lips like butter.

toji’s thick fingers resume to mercilessly plummet in and out of you and he feels his jaw locking. your taste—he couldn’t get enough of it, and pretty soon he’s the epitome of pussy drunk.

you tasted so sweet, and you let off a whimper once he pulls up his mask just a little bit further. “heh,” he huffs out, and he stops it just at the hem of his button shaped nose. as that same wry smirk compresses against his lips, you spot his dimples stretching out near the corners. leaning all the way in, toji gives your cunt a three second sniff before cupping his lips over your pulsating cunt. “mmph—actually, hold on doll.”

as you’re panting heavily, a look of confusion marinates against your features once you watch him prepare to take off his mask. with a bubbly ‘pop’, toji slowly slides his fingers out of you before glancing at your impatient face.

“ah ah, close ‘em,” he clicks his tongue, watching your pretty clit twitch at his demand.

you pout, feeling a brief sting as you’re being delayed of your long awaited release. with a cute sigh, you place a hand over eyes, your vision turning completely dark. “good girl . . now,” he huffs lowly, and you hear a bit of shuffling. toji sits you up and you feel something place underneath your legs. his voice was close, and it sounds like he’s near the side of you. “cum on my mask, pretty girl. can ya do that for me?”

“uh, okay,” you shakily reply, feeling him prop up your hips to sit right up against the ghostly mouth part. it’s eerily carved into a long hanging oval shape and you moan—feeling how warm it was from the front. it makes you pulse, knowing that his mouth was just behind that exact spot a few seconds ago.

even though your eyes were still covered with your own hand, you feel a daunting chill run down your spine yet again, sensing his cold haunting presence.

whoever he was, he was watching you right now, get off . . on his mask.

you let off a quiet moan as your hips started to rut against the propped plastic. you were drenched, and a bit of slick sticks down against your thighs.

toji feels his dick strain in his ripped jeans as he openly stares like a stalker — pretty, you looked so pretty like this. grinding your sweet cunt against the mask he wears on a daily. now that he thinks about it, it’d be a pretty good souvenir.

“touch yourself too,” he’d rasp, kneeling down closer to you. toji gets behind you, and you whimper once you feel the frigid edge of his knife slowly drag down your skin. he starts a trail, and he’s safe surprisingly—making sure to not nip your skin, but it’s close enough to where you feel the coldness of the steel.

as your needy whines pitch louder, you find yourself now guiding a hand near your bouncing breasts. a bit of the ripped fabric of your blouse runs against your fingertips and toji feels himself getting more hard just watching you. “yeah, baby. that’s it. get my fuckin’ mask wet so i can taste it after.”

“tojiiii, ‘m cumming—fuck,” and as he’s got one of his own hands grabbing onto your left tit, you end up finishing.

you’re cutely hysterical, creaming all on the mouth part of his mask as shame swells in your chest. “ngh, fuck fuck.” you babble, your thighs submitting defeat as he pulls you back against his chest. it felt hard, and you couldn’t help but imagine how built he probably was.

toji presses a cold kiss near the left side of your neck. his frigid lips makes you whimper as your head tilts to the left.

his touch . . you only wanted more, and he could tell from the way that the hand that was at first cupping your breast now starts to reach toward his wrist. “atta girl,” he whispers, and right as you were about to remove your other hand off your eyes, he places his own back over your face. “nice try, sweetheart. gotta be patient.”

you continue to pout, and toji slides the drenched front part of his mask from underneath your legs and brings it up to his lips. “mhm, would ya look at that,” and as you’re panting on his chest, still frantic from your recent orgasm, you hear him cleaning it off with his tongue.

he trails his tongue to where your cunt sat against the mouth part, lapping it up and relishes in your sweet taste entirely. “fuck, sweetest thing i’ve had in a while.”

you dig your nails into his thigh as you’re trying to get over your high, speaking in a needy voice.

“t.. toji,” and he finds it cute how you’re speaking through gritted teeth. he could tell you were annoyed with him, how you weren’t fond of his teasing at all.

“hm, what is it?” he replies, giving his mask a satisfied glance once he finishes. it shines in the dim light—and he licks his lips as the right side of his mouth twitches into a devious simper.

“can . . can i have a kiss?” and the words came out of your mouth oh so sweetly.

you don’t know what came over you, but your body was just fed up. something was screaming at you, hollering at you to get a taste. you throbbed, secretly yearning to feel his lips crash on yours. the entire time he was buried between your legs, it was all you thought about, constantly.

toji hums, tilting his head as he faces you. “a kiss, huh?” and he’s still got a hand covering your eyes.

he ponders about it for a while before a low guffaw leaves from his thin lips. “aw, you want a taste of yourself too, don’t you dirty girl?” and once you shamelessly nod in response, toji’s shoulders drop. “fine, you’ll get that kiss. c’mere,”

and you could feel him inching closer and closer closer. toji’s cologne was loud—it’s a manly musk of what you think was rosemary and cedarwood.

it practically blinds the insides of your flared nostrils the more he closes the awkward distance between you both. your cunt’s pulses start to quicken before he’s merely just inches away from your lips now. “stupid, stupid girl,” he pulls your bottom lip down with a gloved finger, and that’s when he stares at your pretty plump lips before whispering. “beg me.”

“i’m not gonna—”

“no beg, no fuckin’ kiss,” he cuts you off, and you grumble. it was almost embarrassing at how your pussy gave away your true dirty feelings. you continued to twitch, and you let off a defeated sigh once his smears a thumb over your wet lips.

“please . . please, kiss me,” and as you speak, he continues to softly caress the curvature of your mouth. you could hear him breathing from behind the mask. it was short raspy breaths and what would usually frighten most people, turned you on.

toji runs a hand through his jet black tresses before a cunning smirk pierces the corners of his lips. “that’s more like it,” and his lips were almost touching yours – almost, a mere breath away.

you could never get over how deep his voice. it’s as if he didn’t need a voice changer like the ones they’d always use in the movies. his was naturally just as gritty, just as husky.

“obedient . . good,” and as he playfully licks near your bottom lip, toji grunts, “mouth, open.”

you moan, feeling his hand reach between your legs, squeezing your pussy. once your lips part and your mouth opens, toji spits right inside, staring as your cute tongue tries to catch it all.

it’s quick, and before you knew it – his lips hurriedly crash onto yours. within seconds, teeth starts to clash amongst each other and you helplessly whine in his mouth. this, this was what you wanted. a kiss.

one gloved hand of his remains covered over your eyes whilst another snakes its way between your legs. toji’s rubbing against your cunt, feeling your cute hips grind against him as you try to squirm and writhe. you were still so tender. his mouth was cold, and you can’t help but moan at the literal taste of yourself washing back against your tongue.

you feel his scar that slants down the right side of his lip rub off against your lips and his lips curve into a sly smirk. “nasty girl,” he murmurs between hot kisses, and you gasp once he starts to maneuver quicker circles against your cunt.

you were soaked already, still sensitive from your recent release but that’s when he lies you back down. as you fall down on the sofa, toji deepens the kiss for a few extra seconds, abruptly pulling away. a pretty decorated string of glittery saliva tugs away from both lips and he wipes your wet mouth, snickering. “such a damn baby. got me spoilin’ you already, tch.”

he’s still got your eyes covered, but that’s right when you reach out . . not expecting your hand to grab near his hardened bulge that hides underneath his cloak.

toji pauses, staring at you before you squeeze it and he groans. “what now, doll? still not satisfied?”

“fuck me,” you murmur, but it’s more of a pathetic whine.

you didn’t care anymore—you were at your wits ends. the erotic two words and six letters easily flowed past your lips as if you were dying to say it for the longest, and in this case – you were.

toji’s amused more than anything, and he’s well aware that you’re far not like the others.

this wasn’t just a usual psycho killer versus helpless victim, this was something more . .

“strong words, baby,” he purrs against your ear, licking a stripe down your neck. toji holds your weak rickety hips in place, still shielding your eyes with his palm before showering a good part of your collarbone with a plethora of sloppy kisses.

uh oh, he was starting to get attached. already, he could feel it . . and he knew you were gonna be nothing but a fucking problem in the long run.

a problem he didn’t mind tampering with for a bit.

“say it again,” he whispers, and this time he picks up his knife once more.

it gradually tears down your blouse all the way from the center, openly staring your tits spring open. “tell me what you want me ‘ta do to you again,” and as his husky voice lowers a single octave within each coarse sentence, you squeeze your thighs together.

toji focuses the edge of his knife against your skin and you shiver, feeling it softly brush against the bristles of hair that coat your skin.

the thing that pissed him off though was that you weren’t even scared of him . . no, far from it actually.

you were aroused—hell, maybe even just as crazy as him.

“fuck me, toji.” you repeat, taking it upon yourself to grab the handle of the knife. he raises a brow as he watches, and you bring the wooden end up to your lips, deciding to be a tease and lowering your mouth down it. toji huffs, growing annoyed at your audacity — but fuck, he’s into it.

and all he’s imagining at the moment is your pretty lips that’s wrapped around the handle of his knife being wrapped around his dick instead. you start sucking on it until it taps near the scaled back of your throat, reaching past the roof of your mouth and he scoffs.

brat.

“got some nerve, suckin’ on my damn knife, girl,” and he snatches it away, softly turning you around, pushing you near the right arm of the couch.

you gasp, feeling him swat a hand against your bare ass before he grabs your hips. his movements were so fast that you could barely keep up let alone react. “fine, i’ll fuck you,” and he’s not covering your eyes anymore.

right as you were about to turn around, toji grabs the back of your neck with a gloved hand, tittering. “don’t try me. eyes forward, head down,” and you moan, feeling him pick your hips up—making your rear grind and jostle against his hardening bulge. “ass. fuckin’. up.”

you kiss your teeth, feeling another breath of air leave out your lungs before you whine. toji’s rough, and he’s got a firm grip against your waist before springing out his dick. he grunts, rolling his eyes as he watches you impatiently wriggle your ass, hoping he’d hurry up already.

“can’t wait, can ya baby?” he utters, stroking his length.

as a thumb of his nearly grazes his throbbing vein, his eyes gaze toward your sopping creamy pussy. all wet, and just for him. the antagonizing wait for him to just fuck you like you wanted became almost unbearable, and the second you feel his tip side-swipe against the entrance of your cunt it was over.

a swollen fat tip smacks vigorously against your pussy, and one smack turns into two, then three, then four. .

as he’s slapping his mushroomy cockhead against your drooling pool of heat, you hear a low chortle from behind you. “god, she’s a fuckin’ wet one, ain’t she?” and you whine, hearing yourself squelch each time his angry tip whacks against your poor soddened flaps. ‘whack’ after ‘whack’ and the sounds of his dick slapping against your pussy slowly started to clank through one ear of yours and out the other.

but doing so—the pulsing sensation between your legs only increased, and by now, you were starting to chew on your tongue.

anticipation was eating away at you as you let off a moan, cutely grumbling. “just fuck me already.”

“how ‘bout i leave you ‘n let you fuck yourself,” he snaps back, matching your sass.

oh. you weren’t really used to someone matching your energy—especially a masked man walking around in a ghostface mask but well, that’s besides the point.

toji’s still got a gloved hand wrapped around his hefty length that’s covered in lighting-like twitching veins before he groans.

he’s so fucking hard . . and the more he stares at your pretty sobbing cunt, the more he understands why. “don’t think you’d like that now though, would ya?”

“n- no,” you reply truthfully, letting off a pornographic moan once he starts to align himself between your gaping slit.

it’s fat, and you could tell from the feeling of the size of his monstrous tip alone. you sort of wished you were facing him but alas, you’d just have to use your imagination for now. “fuckk,” you breathe, already starting to feel your eyes rolling back.

the stretch, god the stretch. you thought his fingers was something but it’s nothing compared to his cock. your toes were already curling up, and oh, you knew you were fucked.

toji’s got a few curly black specks of hair that resides near his base—and as he’s slowly easing himself inside, he feels you tightening. right as you do, you feel a vein that runs down his shaft prod.

he feels it – you feel it, and you both hiss in unison. “goddamn,” he grumbles, staring as your own sappy slick starts to glue against his sculptured pelvis. tiny glimmering strands stick and tape against his skin all because of you and it’s just messy. toji smacks your ass one more time before lightly pushing your head into the satiny covered pillow. “move, move those hips or ‘m gonna pull out, doll.”

“mmph—s- so fuckin’ big,” you babble, bringing a bawled up fist into your mouth.

your sweet moans become muffled as his dick’s gradually expanding through your gummy walls, leaving his very mark with his tip. he’s rummaging through every part of you and you gasp—feeling your cunt welcome him wholly, your squelches becoming louder and louder. your tummy starts to churn the more he sinks in deeper and your lips form into a cute gasping shape. “oh, fuck. ‘s gonna break me, toji.”

“pft. don’t be dramatic doll,” he purrs, swatting another smack against your ass. the shape brief sting that only lasts for about five seconds makes you moan once your hips finally starts to move.

it takes a few lengthy seconds before with a wet ‘pop’, he bottoms out. so . . much . . girth, your empty brain was spinning cogwheels, trying to process just how could a guy be this fucking big.

your reaction to how well he stretched you of course, fueled a good portion of his highly cocky ego.

toji’s got a hooked curve too—and you feel it all. toji teasingly gives you one thrust, just one single thrust and you felt like you were gonna snap in half. it was that much power of his hips—you felt the wind get snatched out of you and the prettiest moan left from your lips.

biting down on your lip again, you’re feeling all of his hefty length massage the insides of your cunt. milliseconds shortly past before you then start to feel yourself shamelessly drooling on your split knuckles.

“fuck, fuck,” you chant in a quiet mumble, seeing nothing but inky black as your eyelids continue to flutter open and close.

toji had the kind of size that left butterflies in your tummy – a school of them to be specific, and you felt every single inch of him plummet its way inside. as you’re still babbling incoherent whimpers and whines at how snug he’s buried in you—toji starts to move faster with you.

with two hands, he holds you in place. darkened brows of his crease into a furrow as he sighs. “mhm, atta girl. see, look at you,” and you could hear the playful sarcasm seeping off his tone.

“takin’ it like a fuckin’—champ,” and right at that last word of his sentence, he starts to roll his hips just a bit quicker.

toji tries to match your berserk movement with his own hips, but he ends up beating your pace entirely. you’re trying to keep up but failing miserably and it’s just so cute. . but your face probably wasn’t as cute.

you probably looked a sight—mouth all open, jaw dropped and dangling, eyes bulging, pathetically drooling for more and more and . . you get it.

“hng, harder. fuck me,” you whine, the sound of skin and hips clashing repeating in your ears.

your sloppy cunt’s soaking him from the back, and his backshots were just brutal – killer.

each thrust serves its purpose every time and you’re left speechless. after a while, both bodies start to move rhythmically as your jaw’s just dangling.

damn, randy meeks would be shaking his head, tossing ‘n turning in his grave if he saw this.

under no circumstances . . never ever fuck the masked killer, and yet here you were.

but, who gives a fuck about movies?

you didn’t—not really, and when he had a mean stroke game like toji, you weren’t the type to complain. he’s hitting you deep with his fat splitting tip, filthily cruising his hips into you at such precise vigor until you’re just spouting a whole load of nothin’.

“ugh, right there. right fuckin’ there, fuck,” and you let off a cooing mewl once toji’s hand wraps around your throat.

with a few fingers, he gives you a safe squeeze that earns out a faint gasping croak from the back of your throat. toji uses your neck as leverage as he’s pounding into you rawly, ravaging your insides and all. your pearled clit’s repeatedly getting hit with his plump crown and you gasp, squeaking loudly once he taps against your precious g-spot.

all of a sudden, your brain’s fuzzy and you’re seeing stars—somewhat like a cartoon character. you were silly, literally being fucked silly. “fuuuck!” and it catches you by surprise.

once he reaches past that cute ‘lil spongey barrier of yours, it was over.

you were pronounced dead—dead from cock, and pretty soon you were starting to feel yourself go into a lewd white fantasm for a few seconds.

you’re dumb, dumbly fucked stupid from his sloppy enticing hits that you could barely speak coherently. it felt good, it felt so fucking good, and as you feel his heavy base slam back into you again and again, you start to moan. “yeah, i know, i know, baby,” toji huffs, and your cunt’s just addictive. your walls cling onto him tightly, hugging around him like a vice—threatening to never let go.

your sheer sweltering warmth from the inside makes his head slightly toss back to a certain degree and it’s sexy. if only you were to see it. “god, clampin’ down on me so good. work those hips baby, yeah. give me a fuckin’ show.”

as you try to match his crazed tempo. . eventually, you start to feel a tender feeling arise in the lower part of your tummy.

its familiar, and you can recognize that hot brewing sensation from anywhere. you’re close, and as wanton shrilling whines continue to drag away from your lips you start to spasm.

“fuuucck, toji something’s coming,” you whimper, dragging out your words, and you don’t think it was a regular orgasm.

it was far different . . the feeling was equivalent to someone harshly pressing a palm down on your stomach. your eyes squeeze shut before you repeat yourself through quivering glossed lips. “toji, ‘m gonna—”

“yeah yeah, i heard ya,” he maunders, and he’s feeling himself reaching his inevitable peak too.

it doesn’t take long before he feels the undersides of his meaty thighs starting to burn with hot intensity. toji’s fat cock continues to drag in and out of your goopy walls, hearing you squelch over and over him and he snarls. “fuck,” and he punctuates his thrusts, watching as your ass swiftly slams back into him at such speed. his abs that hide underneath his dark cloak tensing. “same time, baby. finish with me.”

“o.. okay,” you moan, and he’s still got a gloved hand wrapped around your throat the entire time. a thumb of his caresses down your nape, humming at your pretty twitching body underneath him.

it’s a sight he’d love to get used to.

as you’re both chasing your delirious orgasmic peaks—toji presents to your cunt one final thrust that sends your entire body into a crazed stupefied state. your plush cheek near the left side of your face smushes against the pillow before you whimper, starting to feel yourself spritz on him.

your eyes widen as it happens. a spraying geyser shoots out you as you let go—and oh, you’re soaking toji right with you, glossing his entire cock from the base down.

“oh my god, fuck, fuh—fuck!” you sob in craving pleasure, flapping eyelids sticking together from the pretty glassy tears that start to form. so good, it’s a feeling you’ve never felt before and you felt like a weight was gradually being lifted off your shoulders . . including your sweet pussy.

toji finishes seconds later and he groans, stilling his hips against you. creamy velvety bundles of ribbons pours into your cunt and he lets off a low growl. “fuck,” and his hand smacks against your ass again for the nth time.

you felt warm as he’s continuing to spill such a mass amount whilst at the exact same time, you’re drenching his cock – putting faucets to shame at just how damn wet you were.

toji’s cock eventually turns flaccid and soft as his tip and peeled frenulum spits a good amount, watching your body limp underneath him.

with a sly exhausted grin stretching across his scarred lips, he traces his fingers down your spine. “my, oh my,” and you whine, finally finishing. toji stares at your body, feeling you weakly writhe your hips before finally submitting defeat. “did you jus . . fuckin’ squirt on me, pretty girl?”

you did,

and you end up dampening up the cushions of your burgundy colored sofa in the process. you felt like you were floating, panting and heaving ridiculously like a dog. toji brings his hips to a sudden stop, gazing at the ivory wads and ropes of cum that fill inside of your cunt.

slowly but surely . . it starts to race down the crevices of your thighs, splotches of white splattering against your skin. in a dirty, filthy way, it’s pretty – in toji’s mind at least.

he luxuriated at the sight of you all fucked out and speechless. not a word came from your lips except for the occasional whimpers and moaning sobs that would tear out your throat. you were still arched over, moaning once you feel him slowly starting to pull out. “ain’t that a pretty sight,” he rasps, hearing his cock sweetly ‘pop’ out of your creamy fat folds.

you’re oozing out with so so much of his gooey lush cum and it makes him licks his lips. you looked delicious, and he couldn’t help but swipe a finger down your runny cunt, bringing his eager digit up to his lips just to get a taste for himself.

toji was a nasty man—but with the way you tasted, he was even nastier.

as he licks his gloved finger that contains the concoction mess of both sappy liquids, he hums in amusement. “mhm,” and as his leafy viridescent colored eyes linger down towards your cunt, he smears his leaky tip over your pussy.

toji grunts, making sure to paint the entirety of your entrance with his pasty cum that sobs down parched folds. “good girl, good . . fuckin’ girl.”

toji stays like that for a while, and it’s only after an abrupt pausing moment that he makes you turn around to face him. he makes you lie flat on your back, and there, you’re met with the eyes of a handsome smug man. his features were as sly as his attitude, and his ruffled black hair was naturally messy.

“surprise,” he mutters, and you intake a breath once he gets on top of you again. toji doesn’t have the mask on anymore—but he still has on the costume part, a ghoulish black cloak that had slits near the edges of his sleeves. “scared yet?”

“not . . really,” you sheepishly say, slowly trailing your eyes down his body.

squinting just enough, you saw right through the outline of his muscular frame. he was fucking ripped, and you felt yourself throb the moment you started to imagine him wrapping those big burly arms around your—

“figures,” he scoffs, though his tone’s a bit more playful than annoyed. toji runs a big veiny hand through his hair before bringing his watch up to his face. wrinkling his nose, he hums. “gotta run, doll. ‘s been fun.”

a pout pulls against both sides of your lips as he says he has to depart. sure, you didn’t exactly expect him to stay . . well who were you kidding, you sort of did. but you knew he had to go.

your thighs stick together as he remains on top of you, watching him pull his mask back on. with a slightly worn out voice, you murmur. “you can’t stay?”

“no, i can’t stay,” he snickers, knowing you wanted more. toji’s head friskily tilts as you stare at him with a cute doe-eyed expression, still pouting and he rolls his eyes behind the mask. “god, fine. greedy little thing aren’t ‘cha?”

and you hear a bit of shuffling, watching him fish a hand in his pocket as his jeans were now pulled up and made presentable again. toji grabs a sharpie out of his pocket before pulling your waist closer toward him. “tsk. stay still,” and you’re curious to what he was about to do, not daring to move an inch.

you’re all bare and exposed, and you let off a soft exhale once he starts to write something right below your belly button. just a few more inches down and he’d be writing on your pussy.

it lasts for about seven seconds before he stops, adding a heart near the end of what was a ten digit phone number.

“alright, princess. here’s my number. whenever you’re feelin’ horny, just give me a call, yeah?”

and before you could even reply, he leans up to you—pulling up his ghostface mask over his lips, giving you a long teasing kiss. you moan into his mouth, smelling a scent of his cologne before he leisurely pulls away. toji whispers against your lips for one final time before pressing a thumb toward your throat.

“i’ll always come back.”

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yup, the return of this meme.

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College party - Jotaro x Reader NSFW

CW: drunk sex, cunnulingus/oral, mild sexual harassment(not between you and Jotaro)

To that anon who wanted more nsfw fics? You’re welcome, this one wasn’t even on the list XDD

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Word count: 9029

Music and dim lights flashing every colour of the rainbow assaulted your senses as you stood in the room. People were dancing and jumping like morons and you just stood to the side, silently judging them all for entertainment.

Beside you, on a couch not too far away, sat your boyfriend. Well, low-key boyfriend. Given Jotaro’s following, even on campus, you both had decided to keep it on the down-low. Not that you minded too much, neither of you were much into pda.

That was at least, if one of you wasn’t drunk.

Star platinum hovering over you had been a constant for about half the night now. In general you didn’t mind, given the rarity of Stand users, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t lead to some… problems.

It was way too obvious what Jotaro was after. You knew him well enough by now to recognise when he was drunk. And when Jotaro was drunk, he got needy for attention. But given you were in someone else’s house and also literally in the middle of a party, you very much weren’t willing to follow up on his needy little signs.

Jotaro had seen it too, noticing your not so subtle rejections, so instead he had brought out his Stand to at least get some modicum of attention. Right now, Star Platinum was drifting around you yet before you knew it, it grabbed your face and pushed its lips onto yours.

“Mhph-!” You tried to be as subtle as possible, knowing you’d look like an absolute lunatic if you reacted in any way shape or form. Trying to pull away, Star Platinum got most of the hint and pulled back. Only to then go in and press peck after peck on your lips, courtesy of his drunk user. He just really wanted to kiss you but didn’t have any energy to get up, nor did he want to publicly out himself. The last rational part of his brain reminding him that your relationship was a secret. “Jotaro! Stop with the kisses!” You hissed through your own Stand, making the purple being in front of you briefly stop and let go of your face.

“I don’t want to.”

At his childish reply, you deadpanned before taking a few steps backwards, stepping just outside of his five meter range, making the purple Stand weaker the further you went, easily able to wrench free of his grip.

“Y/N, come back here.” Though he tried to sound stern and commanding, not even the filter of talking through his Stand could prevent the drunken whine in Jotaro’s voice.

Yet you just glared past his Stand and directly at the man sunken into the couch. “No. You can go kiss a wall with your drunken ass for all I care.”

-

Watching you storm away, Jotaro couldn’t help but look at the sway of your ass right up until you turned a corner, making him click his tongue in disappointment as he pulled Star Platinum in. He just wanted to hold his fucking girlfriend - if not with his own arms, then with his Stand.

Yet he didn’t go after you, too sluggishly tipsy to get up and chase you. Although, as he spun his head to look forward again he realised that- oh, maybe he was a little more than tipsy… But yet so, on the couch he stayed for the next thirty or so minutes, merely spending his time drinking cheap beer and people watching, as infuriating as they could be.

Yet his peace was not meant to last, as a girl he had noticed continuously staring at him suddenly started to approach.

Walking what she believed was a sexy walk but what was merely idiocy to Jotaro, she stopped in front of him.

“Hi~” She purred and Jotaro averted his eyes.

“Go away.” Taking a sip from the can in his hand, he didn’t even bother to look at her reaction. He did notice she didn’t move however.

It seemed like his attitude didn’t bother her at all as she ignored his words. “I’ve seen you sitting all alone for all this time and thought I’d provide you some company.” She smiled sweetly, trying to come across as earnest but failing.

“Don’t want it. Stop bothering me.” The raven curtly answered, starting to get more annoyed by the second, glaring at the girl from the corner of his eye.

“Everyone wants some company.” She smiled as she bent forward, getting way too close for his liking, to which he leaned back, appearing futile as she just leaned with him. “I have some ideas of what we can do to get rid of your loneliness.” Her voice was sultry, the implications of her words impossible to miss by even the most oblivious people as she put her hand on his shoulder, palming it in an obvious allegory.

“Would you fuck off?” Jotaro hissed but the woman merely giggled, bringing her other hand up and placing it on his chest, starting to play with the little chain necklace around his neck that you had gifted him on his birthday. That was the last straw as he threw his beer can away angrily, glaring at her. “Not only are you bitches always clingy and annoying, now you’re harassing me as well?” He growled out, genuinely mad and the girl quickly picked up on it.

“N-No, I’m not harassing you at all, baby! I just want to help y-“

“Get your hands off me!” Jotaro barked when the girl had started sliding her palm towards his crotch, quickly grasping her wrist and yanking it away. “Go find some other dude to fuck, I’m not interested.”

Stomping her foot a little, the girl held an angry pout. She was clearly just as drunk as Jotaro was, maybe even more so, and this gave her way too much of a bratty entitledness.

“No one else is like you!” Before Jotaro could do anything, she jumped at him, straddling his hips and slamming her mouth on his as she roughly grinded on him. Due to his intoxication, any reflexes he normally held were gone, making him stupidly unable to stop her.

Disgustingly so, her tongue roamed over his lips as she attempted to sway him with physicality over trying it verbally.

When she bit down on his bottom lip, slamming her hips down on his, Jotaro finally snapped out of his stunned stupor and Star Platinum came out with an angry roar, stopping time.

Immediately, Jotaro ripped his face away from her and stood up. Time continued and he threw the girl onto the couch, briefly leaving her with a feeling of vertigo from how seemingly quickly he got up.

“When will you understand that no is a no, bitch!?” Jotaro yelled at the girl now sprawled on the couch.

With a disgusted look, he wiped off his lips several times, trying to get the awful feeling of her prodding tongue off of them before glaring at her.

“You’re just playing hard to get, I can see your erection.” The girl just crossed her arms as she looked up at him - as if her argument was solid, damning and final - and Jotaro seethed, his jaw clenching so hard he felt as if he might break his teeth.

“Fuck. You. Try one more thing and I won’t care you’re a woman. I’ll make sure you can’t even move your hands to fap yourself.” He growled so low it vibrated.

At that, the girl sat up with an undignified look. “Are you threatening me?” She spoke in disbelief, but Jotaro didn’t bat an eye.

“Yes I fucking am. Move one inch closer to me. I dare you.” He challenged, his whole aura screaming danger as he glared her down.

Wisely, she stayed put, a guilty but angry expression on her face as she refused to look Jotaro in the eyes.

Given that she finally seemed to have gotten the message, Jotaro stomped away, a little unsteady on his feet but holding enough anger and willpower to not show it. He pushed through the crowd of people who had been staring at the scene, leaving the girl to wallow in her shame with all the scrutinising looks sent her way.

Walking through the hallway of the house, Jotaro leaned on the wall, catching his breath. That fucking bitch really got on his nerves. He was a horny drunk, he knew that. But he didn’t think he’d get this drunk this fast. And while he had been doing very well at keeping himself in check, she just HAD to harass him.

Reaching down, Jotaro palmed his boner, hissing in both relief as well as annoyance. He really needed to get rid of it. He knew he got it from the alcohol flooding his system that made him sensitive to literally any touch, not that woman’s grinding, but there was still that little seed that made him hate himself for getting a fucking erection from her movements.

Angry, drunk and dizzy, Jotaro continued to stumble through the hall. He wanted to get out of here, but for that he needed his unofficial plus one.

As if the gods heard him, next thing he knew, he bumped into someone.

You yelped as you got bodied and stumbled back a bit, but soon looked up to see Jotaro there, looking angrier than you had seen him in a long time.

“Are… you okay? Jotaro?” You asked when you didn’t get a response immediately.

“Yeah.”

His voice was slightly slurred and you instantly noticed how drunk he actually was. “Okay, we’re leaving. You’ve had enough.” With that, you put your arm around his waist to support him.

“‘Was planning to anyways.” He murmured and you huffed a little in amusement.

“Come on then, big boy. Let’s get you hoME-!?” Your last word burst into surprise as Jotaro had suddenly turned you around and pushed you into the wall.

Without much of an excuse, he rushed his lips into yours, fully eclipsing your body as he greedily let his hands roam your body.

Your noise of surprise was swallowed by him as he refused to back away, relishing the feel of your lips as with every shift he made, he could feel his erection straining in his pants. He had been wanting you all evening and now that he was pent up and frustrated? He wanted you bad.

Pulling away only briefly, Jotaro barely had enough motor function to pull it off, but somehow managed to lift you against the wall, burying his head in your neck as he pushed his hips into yours, allowing you to feel how hard he was.

Before he continued he quickly pushed away however, remembering what got him here and refusing to force himself on you like that woman did on him.

Instead, he kissed you again, pushing his chest into yours needily, but refraining from grinding into you, a change from a few seconds ago that left you highly confused.

Breaking the kiss, Jotaro let his mouth drift over your jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses and bites until he reached your earlobe, which he gently took between his teeth, pulling slightly, leaving himself some time to pant and catch his breath.

Your hands were in his hair, your nails scraping over his scalp leaving him to groan in delight, feeling a jolt of arousal shoot down his spine because of it.

“Y/N, I need you.” He breathed heavily, holding you close against him as he still kept you up to the wall.

“J-Jotaro.” You spoke, flustered beyond compare. If anyone walked in now, there was no mistaking what was going on. “Let me down, we-“

“Please.”

It was a small plea, but one you heard loud and clear even as it was muttered into your neck, followed by small kisses.

This man was gonna be the death of you.

“Okay. But not here. Let’s get home first.”

That seemed to do it for Jotaro, as he happily perked up, putting you back on your feet with only a little stumble, to which you quickly grabbed his shoulder to try and steady him.

He really had drank too much for his own good. But then again, you did tell him to let loose. It was why you merely held juice in your hands the entire evening.

Slinging one arm around his waist and the other over your shoulders, Jotaro grumbled he could walk just fine but didn’t make any move to untangle himself from you, making you huff an amused chuckle as you started guiding him back to the main room, intent to get to the door and get home.

As you walked back in, all the noises that were slightly drowned out before came in full blast. Sweat and the tangent smell of alcohol the main things assaulting your poor nose.

You walked Jotaro past the edge of the room, hugging the walls a bit, when suddenly a girl to the right perked up upon seeing the tall man on your right side. Yet before she could do anything, Jotaro used his free right hand - which wasn’t slung over your shoulder - to flip her off the entire time you and him walked past.

Even with the dim lighting, you watched her turn an indignant red, making you wonder what the hell happened.

None of that was on your mind right this moment, as you finally reached the door. Opening it up with only a little effort - given Jotaro was happy simply staring at you struggle - you walked out, finally getting some fresh air again, which seemed to hit Jotaro like a truck as he let out a little pained groan.

Fuck, he needed that to flush out the cheap party.

“Let’s get to the car, c’mon.“ Tapping his arm to get his attention, you were already looking forward, missing the way Jotaro’s pupils dilated as he looked from the car further down the street and back to you.

Dragging the man with you suddenly no longer seemed too much of a problem, as you reached the car in no time.

Letting Jotaro go and leaning him against the vehicle, you grabbed your purse and started rummaging through for the keys, yet before you could even really look inside, Jotaro’s form eclipsed you. He grabbed your face between his hands before roughly kissing you, his thick tongue taking advantage of the surprise kiss by passing your parted lips without trouble.

A muffled noise left you as you flailed your arms a bit, not expecting any of it, but Jotaro didn’t seem to care as he let one hand sneak down to cup your ass, giving it a loving squeeze while his other grabbed your wrist. Guiding the hand not currently in your purse forward, Jotaro placed it over his straining erection, pushing your palm into it in slow gyrations and making him release a heavy groan into your mouth.

Too stunned to speak, you just stood there as Jotaro practically humped into your hand, his own hand exploring your ass with fervour as he didn’t seem to feel the need to breathe any longer.

You however, very much needed to. Pulling back caused Jotaro to simply push his head forward with you, his tongue still roaming every inch, and you quickly pulled your free hand out of your purse to tap out on his shoulder.

Immediately, Jotaro broke the kiss, allowing you the breathing room you needed, though your bottom lip was briefly still trapped between his teeth as something akin to a growl left the man.

“Nngh.” You made the small noise and Jotaro honestly grinned, squeezing your ass in appreciation.

“I want to hear all your noises.” Pushing forward to kiss again, Jotaro landed small pecks on your mouth repeatedly, right up until you looked left and away from him, towards the car.

“Jotaro, not out in the open.” You sighed softly in bliss, feeling yourself having gotten wet already thanks to his actions.

“I love you.” He mumbled as he kissed and sucked your cheekbone, as if he was thinking he was still kissing your lips.

“I love you too but you’re horny and drunk.” You chuckled a little as you finally produced your keys from your purse, unlocking the car.

Turning back to Jotaro - who had pulled back slightly upon you moving your head - you pulled your hand away from where he had still been pushing it into his crotch, and instead placed both hands on the side of his neck, smiling at your drunk boyfriend before pulling him in for a sweet, short kiss.

“Let’s get home.” You smiled and slid out of his hold, starting to open the passenger door. Before you could open it even halfway though, Jotaro placed his hand on the window and slammed it back shut. “Jo-?” Sweeping you off your feet, Jotaro held you firmly against his body, taking a step forward to instead open the backseat door.

“Jotaro!” You called out, but the man simply ducked down and tossed you into the backseat, almost falling on top of you with how he bent down to do so, no balance really left in him.

Taking it in stride however, Jotaro simply crawled after you into the car and on top of you, having Star Platinum slam the door shut behind him as he focused on hovering over you, ignoring his hat that had fallen off his head and to the floor of the car.

“I just want to fuck my girlfriend.” He growled lowly as he took the car keys from you and clicked the car locked before tossing them to the floor, your eyes wide at the hunger in his eyes. Yet Jotaro wasted no time as he then descended down on you, his hands grabby at your waist and hoisting your left leg up to lock around his hips as he kissed you. It was sloppy and messy, but it was so needy for you that you couldn’t help but melt into him.

Would you rather be at home doing this? Yes. But you figured there was more than enough privacy in the car, deciding to throw him a bone just this once. If he regretted doing it in such a public place once he sobered up, that was his mistake.

Swinging your other leg over his hip as well, you locked your ankles behind him before reaching up and grabbing the lapels of his coat, pulling him more onto you.

Not expecting this action and holding not even half the balance and reaction time he normally had, Jotaro crashed his chest on top of you, thankfully still holding firm with his knees, but he was forced to let your leg go to instead place the hand beside your head.

Pulling back from the kiss, Jotaro was panting as he pushed himself up just a little bit, looking down at you as you smirked. “So? Fuck me then.”

That was all Jotaro needed to hear as he tore his jacket and shirt off, throwing them to the front seat before yanking your shirt over your head and doing the same. Just to make his life a little bit harder, as he reached for your bra, you lifted your hips to roll your pelvis into his, making him stifle a groan.

His mouth hung open as he turned his half lidded eyes up to you, almost challenging you to dare try that again.

So, of course you did.

Grabbing your hips to still you, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at you. A glint you both liked and were wary of.

Within the blink of an eye, Jotaro had unbuttoned your pants and slid them down your thighs. Helping by pulling back your legs, you allowed the drunk man to completely slide them off you, your shoes taken with them.

Sitting back on his haunches, Jotaro then leaned forward to hover his upper body over you, reaching his right hand forward to place it on your underwear, pushing slightly. There was a damp spot already and Jotaro hummed, observing your body greedily.

“Not even matching?” He questioned with a dark rumble, making a blush form on your face more so than you already had, watching as he eyed the difference in pattern and colour of your panties and bra.

“Well I didn’t expect you to hound me like this!” That was a lie. You absolutely expected Jotaro to want to fool around, you just didn’t have the energy or time to worry about your choice of ‘lingerie’. He’d be drunk and take them off anyways.

“No matter.” The man then smirked and you felt an excited flutter in your abdomen, watching as he started lowering himself, his fingers starting to run slow circles on your clothed pussy, making you shift your hips, to which his left hand shot forward to push them down. “Be a good girl and stay put now.” He muttered, the usually low timbre of his voice seeming enhanced by the alcohol in his system, making you bite your lip at the command.

Stilling as best as you could, Jotaro smiled a little before taking his hand off your underwear, instead gripping underneath the fabric and starting to pull it down.

Your sticky cunt now exposed to the air, Jotaro slid your panties only halfway down your thighs before he abandoned them in favour of running his fingers through your folds. You were wet and so warm for him, making his breathing grow a little deeper as his eyes glid up to lock with yours.

There was that mischievous glint again and you realised just a second after he already started leaning down, what he was up to.

Ducking under your panties still stuck on your thighs, Jotaro firmly held your hips in his hands as he buried his head between your legs.

Hot, panting breaths fanned over your pussy and you looked down to see Jotaro staring at you, his eyes half lidded and pupils fully blown out, barely leaving any room for the usually beautiful aquamarine.

Releasing your hip with his right hand, Jotaro reached up to instead grab your wrist, guiding your hand down and placing it on his head, pushing your fingers deep into his hair.

Understanding his message, you grabbed his hair in your fist and pulled, guiding him to put his lips on your cunt.

Jotaro held an erogenous zone on his scalp, making a groan flutter from his mouth when your nails scraped it as you balled your fist, delighting in your guiding of his head. Gladly, the man let you push his head down, enveloping his lips over your heat.

A sigh left you and Jotaro squeezed your hips with his hands, licking a long stripe up your pussy lips before pushing the flat of his tongue firmly onto your clit.

He started repeating this process, every time teasing his tongue by prodding at your entrance before moving on, slowly lapping up all the wetness that had accumulated, giving all the attention to your clit that he deemed necessary, making your thighs clench and trap his face, your fist clenching and unclenching in his hair.

“Nngh… Jotaro, please.” You softly moaned, words barely there, though Jotaro heard every syllable.

“Please what?” He hummed, flicking his tongue over your clit directly after, making your breathing turn more laboured.

“More, please.” You didn’t want to speak out, too embarrassed to be any louder than a mutter, and Jotaro chuckled.

He lifted his head a little, making you whine at the loss of contact and able to view the drunken flush on his cheeks paired with a small smug grin - the damn alcohol making him more playful than usual.

“More?” He hummed in mock question, ducking his head down and slowly dragging his tongue over your folds, pushing a little harder than before. Simultaneously, his hands snaked up your body from your hips, reaching the only piece of clothing left on you as he bypassed it in favour of grabbing both your breasts and squeezing firmly. “Like this?”

“No.” You whined slightly, shifting your hips unhappily, to which Jotaro pressed his body forward, trapping your thighs with his shoulders and upper arms to push your hips back into the car seat now that his hands were occupied.

“What do you want?”

“More..” you clenched your teeth and arched your back a little when Jotaro squeezed and fondled your breasts in reaction, knowing full well that wasn’t what you wanted. “Jotaro-“

“What do you want?”

“More.”

“What. Do you. Want.”

Provoked beyond measure, teased with mere touches and shallow pleasure, you tightened your fist in his hair and roughly yanked his hair, pushing it down and grinding his face into your cunt. “When I say more, I want more.”

The pain flaring from his scalp paired with your growling words pulled a full fucking moan from Jotaro, the heavy exhale on your wet heat making you bite your lips before he immediately and obediently stuck his tongue deep into your cunt.

“Fuck-!” You tried to stifle your voice, Jotaro roughly pulling and rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while you continued to tug his hair with every jolt of pleasure that he brought forth.

Pushing his nose into your clit, Jotaro opened his jaw wide, pushing fully into you as he thrust his tongue as deep and far in as he could, small noises of pleasure escaping his full lips as he tongue fucked you, tasting you every step of the way, the way his nose bumped into your clit making your toes curl and feet unable to sit still.

“Just like that, keep going.” You groaned. Suddenly giving a harsh tug on his scalp, you muttered, “Good boy.” making Jotaro’s dick twitch where it was still confined in his pants.

It made him realise how painful it was to stay like that, given how he needed to sit folded up to be able to sit like this with you, causing his pants to be completely taut, no leeway for his erection.

Sliding his hands out of your bra, Jotaro never stopped eating you out but his hands travelled to his pants, undoing his belts one at a time before shoving his pants down his hips, huffing out of his nose from the relief of being out of those tight pants. For now, he just left them around his knees, one hand going back up to curl around your thigh and hold you, while his right travelled down to the prominent tent in his boxers.

Right as he palmed himself however, you spoke up through your moans. “Don’t touch yourself, baby.”

Halting his hand automatically, he briefly stopped his ministrations on you as he lifted his eyes to meet yours, seeing a familiar glint in them. Calculating his options for just a moment, Jotaro decided to obey you, taking your words from earlier to heart. ‘Good boy.’ Tonight, he was your good boy. Even if he was going to fuck that wannabe dominant attitude out of you in a bit.

Lifting his hand away from his erection, you hummed in satisfaction before tilting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut as he picked up his movements again.

Lifting his hand previously on his own underwear up, Jotaro curled it around your leg and pressed his thumb into your clit instead.

He was eating you out so well, your hips restless as they kept wanting to shift but were unable to thanks to his other hand still pushing you down. Your orgasm built up, the coil in your abdomen tightening with every press and rub to your clit, with every push of his wet muscle to your inner walls, every groan that left Jotaro.

His masochistic side shone with every hair pull that got a tiny moan out of him, every scratch from your nails on his arm that made him double his efforts on you, every grunt he huffed into your cunt when your heels dug into his bare back.

Pulling back, Jotaro lifted himself away from your heat for a moment, taking a few much needed breaths while he continued rubbing your clit. “Nono, Jotaro, please, ‘m so close, please.” You whined, trying to push his head back down, to which he obediently listened after a second, his tongue going back to abusing your walls. “That’s it, good boy, keep going.” You moaned out, the heat flashing in your body making your voice higher pitched.

You were a sweating and panting mess, chasing your high as you tried to grind up into Jotaro, but his grip on your hip still held firm.

You were spewing a mantra of ‘good boy, good boy, good boy.’ now, and when his thumb directly pressed down firmly on your clit, the coil snapped.

Throwing your other hand into his hair, you pushed down with both arms as you moaned loudly, completely burying his head between your legs as your orgasm washed over you, your thighs firmly locking around his head and prohibiting any form of escape.

In his surprise, Jotaro’s hold on your hip faltered and you instantly grinded up into his mouth, feeling the man lap up your juices despite his surprise, his thumb still on your clit guiding you through your orgasm and prolonging it.

Only once his licking became unbearable did you release the chokehold on his head, whining as you let your thighs fall sideways, splaying you completely open for the man who still lay between your legs, his thumb still pressed down on your clit though not moving.

“See? It’s not so hard to tell me what you want.” Jotaro smirked after catching his breath, summoning Star Platinum to take your panties down your thighs, freeing him to sit up as he pleased, finally lifting his hand away from your clit.

You were a panting and sweating mess, looking up at the godlike figure that was your boyfriend, only his underwear keeping you from that delicious image of having him naked and all for yourself.

He wiped off his face with his pants that he had fully taken off just a moment before, shoes left forgotten on the floor, and turned his head to watch you sitting up, taking your bra off before tossing it to the front with the rest of the clothes.

Jotaro was sitting with one knee under him on the seat and the other on the floor of the car, but that wouldn’t do for you. Crawling over to him, you placed your left hand on his shoulder, your other pushing on his chest. “Sit down for me, baby.”

“Mmn, no.” Jotaro hummed, his hands shooting out to grab your hips. There was a small, lazy smile on his face as he stared up and down at your naked form before attempting to pull you in and make out, but you dodged his lips in favour of biting harshly into his neck.

A surprised groan left him as his eyes widened and when you gave a sudden and rough push on his chest, he stumbled back, falling off of sitting on his leg to instead stumble onto his ass, his leg shooting forward to rest on the floor with the other while you drove him into the corner of the car, half pressed up to the window.

Releasing his flesh to see the pretty mark, you pulled back to smirk at Jotaro with a dark look, tracing a finger over the imprint of your teeth as you looked at his widened eyes, on full display thanks to his lack of hat and inhibitors.

“See, that’s not so hard now, is it?” You mocked his words from before and Jotaro squinted his eyes.

He opened his mouth to retaliate but you didn’t let him as you pushed your palm into his erection, giving it a squeeze that made the words die in his throat with a choked noise as he braced himself on the window from the unexpected action.

His love for tighter underwear was now working against him as you palmed and squeezed him through his boxers while sucking a harsh hickey into his neck, abusing the poor skin way beyond what was comfortable, the sting from it making his toes curl.

You knew he loved the pain, especially given how heavily he was breathing as you firmly pushed into his erection, moving onto a different place of his neck to bite and suck.

Letting go of his clothed member, you instead focused fully on that, Jotaro groaning at the loss of friction as you brought your hand up to place it on the side of his neck currently not occupied by your lips and teeth.

“Y/N…” He sighed needily, tilting his head back as his hands firmly gripped and squeezed your waist.

“What’s that, darling?” You purred as you set your nails in his arms and squeezed, making his breath hitch.

Clenching his teeth, Jotaro got his mind back as he reached one hand up to tangle in your hair, using it to hold the back of your head. With that and the grip still on your waist, Jotaro pushed you back before roughly pushing your head down into his crotch.

A surprised gasp left you at the sudden roughness of his actions and you heard him growl above you. “You’re not the one in control here, darling. Now suck.”

Feeling your heart speed up and start to thud rapidly at his low voiced command, you shifted back on the car’s couch until you were comfortably on your knees, bending forward to touch the edges of Jotaro’s underwear.

You briefly looked up at him, seeing his face flushed and eyes hazy, partly from the intoxication and partly from arousal. “Go on.” He urged and with that you pulled his boxers down his hips, his cock springing up, finally free from its confinement.

Jotaro let out a small sigh of relief while you swallowed greedily at the sight of his dick. You’d never get tired of it, big, thick and imposing and just perfect to absolutely stretch you out.

Apparently you sat still too long, for Jotaro warningly tightened his hand in your hair before slowly dragging your face to hover over it. “Suck.”

Glancing up into his eyes with a little bit of brattiness, you smirked. “Yes, sir.”

Jotaro’s eyes widened but before he could retaliate, you took the head into your mouth and immediately sucked harshly, making Jotaro throw his head back and groan loudly, the soft bonk from his head hitting the partially fogged up window sounding out.

Swirling your tongue around his member and spending extra time on that little point on the underside, it took Jotaro’s hand tightening in your hair for you to slowly start bobbing up and down.

Small groans and other little noises left the man and to help him even further, you brought your hand up to pump what you currently didn’t have in your mouth.

Despite having plenty of experience regarding this, fitting Jotaro’s entire cock was something you weren’t adept at yet, though you always got far.

Focusing on relaxing your throat, you opened your jaw further and slowly started taking him deeper, getting halfway where you closed your lips around him and sucked harshly.

Jotaro moaned loudly at that, his hips instinctively rutting up, forcing you to take him a little deeper.

“Fuck-!” Jotaro hissed through his teeth. Putting his hips back on the seat as you took his action in stride, thankfully having been prepared for it. You started bobbing your head up and down again, now taking him deeper than before and Jotaro looked down on you. With the current angle, he couldn’t really see you, only having a view of the back of your head.

Pleasure shot through him as he felt his orgasm approaching, your hand roughly pumping the base of his cock, occasionally squeezing to make his breath hitch, your warm mouth enclosing him so perfectly, your tongue swirling around his head every time you pulled up, your teeth occasionally ever so lightly scraping the vein on the underside. Fuck, you did it all so well.

Feeling a tug on your scalp, you felt your head get angled to the side, glancing up from the corner of your eyes to see Jotaro transfixed on the way you were swallowing him. Wanting to smirk a little, you didn’t even get a chance to tilt the corners of your lips up as you felt Jotaro’s hand once more tighten in your hair - it being the only warning you got before he pushed your head down completely, forcing you to take the last bit of his dick.

Your hand was forced away as he buried your nose in his thigh, the coarse hair running around his pelvis extending to there, rubbing onto your face as you choked.

Your throat trying to close up around him made Jotaro moan loudly and he kept you pushed down for two seconds longer to feel more before he finally let up and pulled you back up, allowing you to breathe and cough.

Despite you doing that however, your hand shot back on his spit-soaked member, starting to pump up and down quickly while your mouth was preoccupied.

“Oh, fuck.” Jotaro panted, his hips getting a little restless while his member twitched and you knew he was close.

Calming down, you glanced over at your boyfriend to see him already looking at you, his mouth hanging open so prettily while he conveyed his thoughts through a single look.

Understanding what he meant, you took a few more deep breaths before starting to lean down, but before you could, Jotaro let go of your waist to instead push you back up by your shoulder, making you sit up on your knees.

“Jotaro?” You breathed softly in confusion, having let go of his member as you were watching as he slowly sat up.

He rose until he was hovering before you, his right leg on the car floor while his left knee was on the seats, partially standing up inside the car to give you the perfect angle, his erect cock standing right before your face.

“I want to see you.” Were his words and you squeezed your thighs together before leaning forward and taking him back in your mouth, looking up at Jotaro’s eyes as he greedily took everything in.

He let you remain in control for now, just watching as you started bobbing up and down again, the hand previously pumping him now instead reaching out to gently fondle his balls.

A soundless moan left him, coming out mostly as a delayed choked noise while he never took his eyes off you. “That’s it, keep going.” He softly spoke, his hand still on your shoulder slowly sliding up until it rested on your throat, feeling his own cock move in and out with it.

Moaning again, Jotaro briefly squeezed his eyes shut, his leg bent at the knee restless as he felt himself get close. “I’m gonna-“ He stuttered, quickly opening his eyes again to watch how his dick repeatedly disappeared into your lips.

That, paired with the suck you gave him sent him over the edge and Jotaro quickly yanked your head down, shoving your face fully into his pubes now that you weren’t sideways as he unloaded into your throat.

You choked noisily, your throat attempting to close up around Jotaro’s member again, instead milking it for all he was worth as he came directly into you.

A string of expletives left him as he pushed as much into your mouth as he could right up until he was spent, quickly pulling back then as you coughed and hacked, breathing heavily as you tried to come to your senses.

Jotaro quickly sat down and gently grasped your face, wiping his thumbs under your eyes to catch the tears unwittingly falling down.

“Ssh, sssh, you did so good, thank you.” Jotaro shushed as he pulled you into his chest, briefly sitting there with you as you slowly caught your breath while he came down from his high.

“You’re too horny.” You breathed after a short while, making Jotaro chuckle.

“And yet you’re here with me.” He grinned a little as he nuzzled the side of your neck, pressing kisses into it.

“Who’s the one who threw me into the backseat and pushed their dick into my throat?” You scoffed as you tried to angle your head away from him in mock disapproval, to which Jotaro simply followed, still pressing kisses into your skin.

“I did nothing you didn’t do first, plus, we both know you love it.” He muttered that last part into your ear and you could feel his smirk against your skin.

“You’re awful.”

“And you’re wet.”

Feeling blood rush to your face as he lowly said that into your ear, it didn’t take long before you felt Jotaro’s hand start to slide down your body, taking it slow on purpose as he made his way to where you ached.

“Jotaro.” You whined softly, making Jotaro smirk - there was that submissiveness he liked to see.

“I know what you want, you’re soaking my thigh for it.” Jotaro hummed and you clenched your legs together, making the man chuckle.

Turning you around, he moved you from sitting sideways until your back was pressed into his front.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.” He muttered directly into your ear, pressing a slow kiss to your skin afterwards.

Listening to his words, you obediently opened your legs wide. If anyone were to pass by the front of the car and look through the windshield now, they would see you on full display, even with how fogged up it was.

“That’s it.” Jotaro praised, gripping your thigh firmly with his right hand and keeping your legs spread open that way while his left travelled down, gliding through your slick folds. “Mnh, you almost make me want to eat you out again.” Jotaro growled, rubbing up and down slowly, pushing his fingers through your labia but making sure to not dip into your entrance.

“Jotaro.” You breathed needily, your chest moving up and down rapidly while you lifted your arms to lock around his head, holding the back of his neck and the back of his shoulder desperately.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to wait once I’m finally inside you.” Jotaro growled and you could feel him start to get hard again, making you squirm softly if it weren’t for his grip on the inside of your thigh.

Done with teasing, Jotaro slid his hand down and immediately pushed two fingers into your entrance, sliding in with barely any strain or effort given how wet you were and his previous ministrations.

You sucked for breath as he immediately started a harsh pace, fingering you without remorse as you pushed back into him, feeling him stretch your hole out steadily, his fingers starting to scissor already before he quickly added a third finger, barely giving you any time.

You tried to stifle your noises as best as possible while his palm ground into your clit, making you tilt your head back to rest it on Jotaro’s shoulder, giving him the perfect angle to suck hickeys into your skin.

Wrapping your legs around his to try to keep them open, you felt Jotaro finger you, his lips on your neck as his movements from down below created obscene noises. The moment he felt you ready, he slipped in a fourth finger, the stretch burning while he continued to pleasure you, finding the sweet spot on your neck and making a moan slip past your lips.

Letting your skin go, Jotaro instead pushed the side of his head against yours, looking down at his fingers disappearing into you from over your shoulder, groaning lowly as he imagined it being his cock quite soon.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you all evening.” He started, breathing heavily. “All fucking evening you left me to myself, and I just had to deal with your brattiness. Do you deserve to cum for that?” He questioned, his brain just shutting off as he continued to finger you, his drunk mind taking over.

“I didn’t, I-“ a moan interrupted you as Jotaro made a particular rough movement, his fingers now sliding in and out without much resistance.

Quickly pushing in, Jotaro used his fingers in your cunt to push your back into his chest, his hand on your inner thigh moving up to grasp your neck and push you even further into him.

“Did it really have to take me getting harassed for you to give me what I want?” He growled and your eyes widened, his words poking through the veil of lust you held.

“W-What?” You gasped, shifting your hips to try and get out of his chokehold but failing as Jotaro pushed you back up with both hands.

“I will ask again.” He hummed, shifting his thumb sideways to instead press directly into your clit, gyrating slowly and making you moan. “Do you deserve to cum for that?”

“I- Jotaro-“ You tried once again to shift away, trying to pull your hands back down from where you held them locked behind his head, but finding yourself unable to do so as a pair of ghostly hands held them tight. “Please-“ You gasped and Jotaro hummed questioningly.

“Is that a yes?”

“No, I-“ Jotaro’s ministrations on your clit didn’t stop, the man leaning down to suck bruises into your neck again, making you whine loudly. He wasn’t going to elaborate on what he just said until you did as he asked. So, you just squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth. “Yes! Please!”

Gasping for breath, the coil in your belly tightened beyond belief as your orgasm approached, but before it could, Jotaro lifted his thumb away from your clit and pulled his fingers back from your hole.

Letting an unhappy noise pass your lips, Jotaro chuckled. “I disagree. You can’t cum until I do.” He growled into your ear before rapidly wrapping his arms under your body and lifting you up, turning around and laying you down on the car seats, hovering over you himself.

You gasped at the quick move but now held your breath to see Jotaro hover so closely over you, his eyes completely dark and hooded over as he looked at you with lust.

“I’m going to fuck you ragged and you’re going to like it.” He growled out and his words shot straight to your heat.

Leaning to the right, Jotaro reached towards the floor of the car, swinging his hand back and forth for a second before he found what he was looking for.

Pulling your purse closer to himself, he stuck his hand inside and pretty quickly procured a condom from it.

Pulling his hand back up, he tore the package open before rolling the latex down his length with practised ease. “Ready?” He asked as he situated himself over you again, lining his hips up with yours until the tip of his dick rested at your entrance.

“Yeah.” You nodded and Jotaro’s face just barely morphed into a smirk before he leaned down and slammed his lips to yours, prodding his tongue past your lips at the same time he thrust inside your cunt.

You both groaned into each other’s mouth at the same time, but Jotaro held no time to wait. He barely even gave you a second as he pulled his hips back before starting to slam into you.

You gasped and Jotaro firmly pushed his head down onto yours, his hands moving down to grasp your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh as he thrust his hips into yours harshly. Pulling your legs up, he urged you to lock them over his waist and you did just that, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you desperately clung to him.

Small, pleasured noises of exertion left him with every thrust into you, his breathing through his nose erratic as he kept your lips connected, his thick tongue practically down your throat as you just let it happen, no thought to kiss back as you were just laying there with your mouth open, small moans leaving you with each snap of his hips as his mouth desperately tried to stifle your noises somewhat.

His balls slapped into your ass, the man on top of you not slowing down as he rapidly chased his orgasm while reawakening yours.

Breaking the kiss to breathe, both of your noises sounded out loudly through the car that shook with each of Jotaro’s thrusts, jiggling your body, much to the marine biology student’s appreciation.

“Waited all fucking evening for this.” Jotaro huffed through his thrusts, becoming more brutal in his movements while he in contrast leaned down and wrapped his arms under yours, holding you close as he buried his head in your neck.

He held you so gently while fucking you so harshly and any volume control you had left over your voice left, just moaning shamelessly as the man pounded into you.

“So- fucking- pretty.” Jotaro growled, accentuating each word with a thrust while you buried your head into his neck.

Your nose bumped into the raw bruises you had left there earlier, a sting flaring from it that made him pick up the pace.

Getting closer to his orgasm, Jotaro started making louder noises, the noises of exertion from before continuing but evolving into small moans, his hips stuttering a bit as he continued to abuse your hole.

Leading his hand down, Jotaro started to rub your clit, making you shoot your eyes wide open as a moan was ripped from your throat. You had already been trying to keep your orgasm in, trying to wait until his as he told you to, but if he continued like this you wouldn’t last.

“Please, Jotaro, I’m gonna cum.” You begged, pulling him closer as you lightly bit his shoulder to try and stifle your noises.

Jotaro groaned as you did but he didn’t slow any of his movements. “Don’t cum until I do, you hear me?” He growled out but then dropped his head down to bury into your neck. “I’m close, just a little longer.” He breathed frantically, snapping his hips into yours with a desperation.

“Jotaro-!” Your calling of his name had him forego abusing your clit to instead tightly grab your hips and pull you into each of his thrusts.

Drool and tears mixed on your face as you just took him, almost feeling drunk yourself from the rhythmic thrusting of his cock, your walls squeezing tight around him as you tried to stave off your orgasm, making Jotaro forced to slow down to push through the tightness, curses leaving him as he did.

“Jotaro, I’m gonna-!”

“Not yet!” He shouted, his hands on your hips squeezing hard enough to leave bruises as he drilled into you.

His dick twitching inside, his hips stuttered heavily and you couldn’t help yourself anymore, tumbling into your orgasm with a wail of his name. Your walls tightly clung to him, trying to milk him for all he was worth, and that proved too much for the raven.

Burying himself balls deep into your cunt, Jotaro came - hard. Ropes of cum shot out as his groans devolved into a low moan, the man holding you close as you felt warmth bloom inside you.

“Shit-!” Jotaro gasped that out, noticing what was wrong even in his drunken state but unable to do anything but let out a drawn moan and push his hips even further into yours, his orgasm spurting out and keeping him from moving in any other way.

Your eyes widened a little as you lay there panting with Jotaro, trying to calm down, yet a nervous pit formed in your stomach.

“Fuck, was that-?”

“I think the condom broke.” Jotaro affirmed, breathless after coming down from his high.

He really didn’t want to pull out so fast, preferring to stay buried inside you for a few minutes and calm down with you, but the current worry made him slowly withdraw, pulling out completely and seeing a trickle of his cum follow after.

His breath hitching at the sight, he had to steel himself ‘cause - fuck that looked so good.

Taking a deep breath, he instead focused down on the failed latex. Sure enough, there was a tear in the top, the condom not succeeding to catch even anything.

“Fuck, it’s completely broke.” Jotaro groaned, unable to take his eyes off your pussy. He didn’t think seeing his cum leaking out of you would turn him on so bad…

You quickly went to sit up, wanting to see for yourself, but before you could, Jotaro slammed his hands on your stomach and pinned you down, transfixed on what was going down below.

“Jotaro?” You spoke, feeling a heavy blush on your cheeks from how intensely he stared.

“Just- don’t move yet. I’ll buy you a morning after pill tomorrow, just stay for a second…”

Almost as if to affirm his words, he pushed down lightly on your stomach. All it succeeded in however was pushing some more cum out of you and Jotaro groaned in appreciation, feeling himself get hard again because of it.

“Shit, you look so pretty all stuffed with my cum.”

Taking the useless condom off and just throwing it to the floor of the car, Jotaro crawled to hover over you again, his face mere centimetres from yours.

“Makes me want to fill you up all the time. Starting again with right now.”

With that, he slammed his mouth to yours, indulging in a harsh, sloppy make-out as he pumped himself a few times with his hand to get fully hard again and lined his member up.

The car wouldn’t be moving from the spot for just a while longer.

[natxsuku]

hands down the best jotaro fic i've ever read in. my. life. i am speechless and i also need to go take about 50 cold showers. bless🙏🏽 i hope both sides of your pillow are freezing tonight..

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