Oh, cool! I love the behind-the-scenes stuff. If you’ve never seen the original (this version is narrower so you miss a lot that was going on) it’s here:
dilf!toji, slight temp play (?), car blowjob, age gap, fem!reader, slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing
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“is the pistachio flavor even good?”
the older man side eyes you from the drivers seat, taking another bite of the pale green treat in his hand.
the mall parking lot is always quiet just before sunset. you watch as the sky casts soft hues of gold and orange over the corded muscles of his biceps and shoulders.
he’s.. gorgeous you think. even despite the permanent scowl on his face and how comically small the spoon he’s holding is compared to his massive hands.
“what, you wanna try or something?” he asks you, motioning for you to lean towards him.
a large hand settles on the base of your neck as the older man feeds you a spoonful of his ice cream, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb as you swallow down the bite.
toji pops the finger into his own mouth, chuckling with low eyes as he sucks the sugar from his skin.
“messy.”
“shut up.”
“you calling me a liar little girl?”
“hell yeah old man.”
you pause for a moment in spite of the butterflies in your chest, pondering the new flavor.
he scoffs as soon as your face screws up with a sour grimace.
better than whatever the fuck you got.” he laughs.
“there’s nothing wrong with black raspberry!” you say with a light shove to his chest. the older man catches your wrist with his own, pulling you towards his body and placing a playful bite to the junction of your neck.
you shiver hard at the contact, fighting the urge to groan at the feeling of his mouth on you. the beginning of a moan is quickly covered up with a laugh as you pull back.
you secretly hope he leaves a mark, teeth shaped indents in soft shades of blue and green you can run your fingers over later.
“fuck, you ok? cold?” he asks with a chuckle, running his warm hands down your sides. you shiver just as hard at the contact, mentally berating your body for giving your thoughts away so openly.
“sensitive huh.” you practically feel the sleazy grin forming on the older man’s, even without seeing it. you’re currently too preoccupied to focus on anything but the clear shape of his hard cock through his denim work pants.
“wanna park somewhere quiet and help this old man out?”
you’re embarrassed at how fast you nod.
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an animalistic groan erupts deep from within his chest at the feeling of your freezing cold mouth closing around his tip. toji winds a fist into your hair, guiding you up and down his hot length.
the roof of the dodge still lies open, exposing the two of you to the night air. you’re parked as far back as the lot goes, illuminated by what little light the street lamps cast on the two of you.
the seats of the car are pushed forward, giving you room to work in the back on your knees.
“fucking freak.” he mumbles, letting go of your hair to bring a zippo to the end of the cigarette pinched between his teeth. he tips his head back and blows smoke into the air, groaning at the cocktail of stimuli his body is receiving.
the older man pets your head as though to make up for his harshness, humming at the way you try to take him into your throat. toji attempts to ash his cigarette into the soupy remnants of your dessert, blowing more smoke into the evening air.
you release his tip with a cough, a sparkly line of saliva stretches from his cock to your swollen lips.
“mm don’t.” you tell him, leaning down to mouth at the thick vein that runs up from his base
“hm?” he hums absentmindedly, tucking your hair behind your ear with his free hand. a sharp “fuck” rings out as you start bobbing your head again.
“why’s that baby?”
“use the ashtray.” you tell him sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to his weeping tip. “cleaner.”
“cleaner huh?” he teases. the older man gathers your hair into a ponytail at the base of your skull, stopping to massage your scalp with deft fingers. he takes a short drag and blows the smoke directly in your face, chuckling at your sour expression.
“wanna take that sweater off for me?” he asks, looking down at you with dark eyes.
you nod, raising your arms as he helps you out of your uniform. you wince at the bite of the night time air on your back, upper half exposed to the world.
toji palms at one of your tits with his hand, pinching your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.
“cute.” he mumbles, fixated on the weight of your breast between his fingers.
“open.” he tells you, grabbing his cock by the base and holding it out for you. you stick out your tongue immediately, arching your back to get a better angle.
he slaps the head of his cock on your tongue twice before reaching for your thighs. the slap that lands just below your ass bounces off of the pavement and rings through the lot.
you take him back into your mouth without being asked, relaxing your throat to accommodate his thick length. the man above you rewards you by flipping up your already tiny skirt, thumbing the lacey fabric that covers your little slit.
“fuck.” he groans, sinking back into his seat and reaching to stroke his length. “fuck, i’m gonna bust.”
you whine at the loss of sensation on your pussy but quickly pull back, silently requesting his release.
“ohhh?” he chuckles darkly. “you want it on your face then? you want my seed on your fucking face?”
you nod with a sickeningly innocent giggle, replacing his hand on his length with your smaller one.
you stroke him to completion, gasping at the milky ropes that flow over your knuckles and down the length of your wrist. toji holds you in place with a hand on your crown and slaps his cock against your face, smearing his release over your lips and cheek.
“say thank you toji.” he tells you, flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the pavement.
ও summary. unconventional relationships with jjk men.
cw/ tw. fem!reader, Gojo's kid is an OC, thigh riding, grinding, praise, pet names (ex. baby, darling)
ও featuring. Gojo, Geto, Nanami
ও an. I mentioned compiling a few of the prompts into a multicharacter fic, hopefully, this is okay >< i'd still like to thank everyone who submitted something! i really appreciate it, so i'm trying to make an effort to finish all of them hehe | tee's drabble event
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 |
(for anon: “Use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.”)
You sometimes wistfully imagine having a family of your own—a soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable, competent, at your side. But you can’t think of the last time you’ve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around.
Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when you’re still settling in a new city and barely scraping up enough for rent. You’re employer, however, poses a problem.
It’s not that he’s a terrible boss; in fact, he’s quite the opposite. He lets you take over one of the many spare rooms in his massive house, pays you double the regular rate, and gives you time off when you ask for it.
It also helps that his son, Ren, is cute, only a year old, and still so sweet and tiny.
Perfect.
The problem lies in that you know what he sounds like first thing in the morning, that he knows how you like your coffee, that he helps you fold laundry in the living room while the baby naps, how you catch him staring anytime you hold his son. It’s all so domestic.
You don’t think it’s normal, at least not from your experience. You were lucky in the past if your employer even wanted to know about their kid’s day. Gojo wants to know everything: what Ren ate, if he laughed, how your day was, if you finally got your hands on that book you’ve been meaning to buy.
It leaves you wanting and wondering—only ever allowing yourself to fantasize a little when the house is quiet and dark, the baby monitor humming on your nightstand, and images of your boss flit behind closed eyelids as you fit your hand underneath your sleep shorts.
In the morning, you worry he can tell what you did, his smile almost too sharp—more teasing than what you’re used to—and his hand resting on your lower back longer than usual as he kisses Ren’s chubby cheek before he leaves for work.
You get your answer when he comes home early one afternoon and finds you and the baby napping in the nursery. He has this soft look on his face, eyes settled firmly on you.
Ren coos softly into your shoulder.
When Gojo picks him up and tucks him in the crib, then walks you to your room—here, let me help you—hovering in your doorway, you let him in without question.
He doesn’t waste any time peeling off your clothes, eager to have you naked and splayed out underneath him. You cum on his tongue more times than you can count until you’re silently begging him to fuck you.
He laughs, large hands spread over your tummy.
“Use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.”
“I want—”
All other thoughts are obliterated by the push of his cock. You keen high in your throat, overwhelmed by the pleasure-pain of it, how it's better than you've imagined.
“It’s okay, baby. I know what you want,” he rasps, lips dragging over your throat. “Because I want it too.”
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 |
(for anon: “Friends do it all the time.”)
It’s an odd request. Geto says it doesn’t mean anything—don’t worry, friends do it all the time—and you’re tempted to point out that you’re not exactly friends, or perhaps you’re not entirely in tune with the ins and outs of being a roommate.
You think you agree because he’s comfortable and familiar, and you admit that it’s kind of nice after a long day of work. Just to be held. Just to cuddle.
The shift happens when you get up one night to use the bathroom and come back to find him lazily blinking himself awake. He doesn’t say anything when you crawl under the covers—not until you settle into a spot that’s apparently too far away for his liking.
“C’mere,” he mumbles sleepily, looping one long arm around your waist and dragging you across the sheets with too much energy for someone who’d just woken up.
He rearranges your body easily, bringing one of your thighs over his hip and pressing one of his up between your own. Then he pushes up your shirt, something you notice he’s been steadily testing recently, seeing what you’ll let him get away with. Except it’s different this time because you’re not wearing a bra.
It’s probably a good thing that he can’t see your face where he has his buried against your chest. If he did, he’d tease you about the surprise and bewilderment bleeding onto your features like ink to paper.
You squeak when he presses a kiss between your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. When your hips shift against his thigh, you tell yourself it’s only to get comfortable, anything to keep from getting ahead of yourself.
This doesn’t mean anything. It’s just cuddling. Just—
Geto makes a sleepy noise at the back of his throat, and his mouth pops off with a wet sound, filthy and depraved. “You like this?”
You swallow. “No.”
“Liar,” he mumbles, and you don’t even notice him squeezing his hand between your bodies, not until a knuckle presses against where there’s an embarrassing wet patch on your underwear, his fingertips searching for—
"W-wait! That's my—"
"Clit?" His chuckle is a hushed little thing that makes your cheeks warm. “You’re really wet for someone who’s not turned on.”
“I’m not,” you whimper, entirely unconvincing.
“I’m just making it better, okay?”
Geto hooks his finger into the gusset of your underwear, pulling them away from your pussy, and moving his thigh so you’re skin on skin. You preen, wiggling your hips, trying to spread your legs a little wider, anything to get closer.
“There you go,” he says with a mouthful of your breast, content, his eyes still softly shut.
In the end, you try not to think about it too much and eventually cum with a high-pitched gasp against his thigh, leaving you limp and sleepy. You don’t dare look down at him because you know if you do, you’ll find the smirk that you feel curling his lips in triumph as if he’s just proved a point.
Instead, you close your eyes and decide to save that problem for another day.
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 |
(for anon: “Kiss me like you mean it.”)
You’ve noticed him for a while.
There are few times at your Grandfather’s dinner parties where you wonder about the strange guests in dark suits: people with too much money and influence than they know what to do with.
Sometimes you’re curious about the men and women who often walk around the estate like it’s their own, their chin held high, eyes piercing, ignoring you like you’re nothing but a mere pet trapped under Grandfather’s thumb.
Nanami is different.
He’s always the first one back from a job (probably something more sinister than you’re allowed to know about), his suit still crisp across his shoulders. The only evidence that he’d been out doing something dangerous is when he reaches for his fork with one of his too-big hands, and you spot a dot of red on his sleeve.
He’s quieter than the others and typically keeps to himself, careful not to look your way when you take the empty seat beside him but never pretending as if you don’t exist, either. Everything changes when Grandfather tells him to accompany you around your brick cage—your new shadow—and your eyes open to another side of him that you’ve never noticed before.
Men don’t meet his eyes when he looks at them. Nobody blinks twice when he tells them what to do, and when he talks on the phone, it’s with that no-nonsense tone that he seems to use with everyone except you.
Then there are the other things.
He loves reading, and sometimes he’ll read to you: the newspaper, poets, and books. While tucked into his side, you often wonder if he was meant to be a writer instead of a thug with an endless array of scars and secrets.
Nanami lets his guard down around you, and these days, his eyes crinkle when you meet them, no longer hiding from your shy smiles. He gives you pet names that you slowly grow addicted to—silently, selfishly, preening from all the attention. ‘Sweetheart’ if you’re good. ‘Darling’ when you manage to test his patience. ‘Brat’ whenever you get what you want.
And he does. Give you what you want.
You think he finds it amusing, seeing how far you’ll go to test the extent of his patience.
He’s almost done with the worn paper-back book he’s been reading to you the past week, but you make a point of distracting him by perching yourself in his lap and kissing the edge of his jaw. Your stomach is already dancing with butterflies, knowing he allowed you to get this far.
“Darling.”
It’s meant as a warning, but all it does is make your heart skip in your chest.
“Hm?” You place another kiss against the side of his throat, humming, lips tingling when you feel him swallow.
“We’re never going to finish this.”
“Then kiss me instead.”
He sighs. “You know I can’t.”
“Can’t or shouldn’t?” you pout.
“Both.”
“But what if I want you to kiss me like you mean it?”
He finally puts the book down, and you take the opportunity to straddle his thighs, watching as his eyes flit down to where your sundress rides up.
“Brat.” He strokes his knuckles down the curve of your cheek, along the fragile bones of your neck, ignoring how you gasp when he wraps his fingers around your throat. The way he looms over you, close enough that you feel his breath against your lips, is enough to make you dizzy.
“So spoiled,” he says softly.
It’s in stark contrast to when he finally kisses you, licking the seam of your mouth and pressing his tongue against yours. You preen—fingers wrapped like a vice in his collar—and grind down where you already feel him hot and hard between your legs.
But it ends too soon.
His fingers tighten, and he turns your head to the side, breaking the kiss and leaving your head spinning.
“Now, be a good girl, and let me finish this book,” he says, tucking you into his chest again before picking up his book from the grass.
You open your mouth to argue with him. Nothing comes out.
Instead, ‘good girl’ gets stored away for when you do what you’re told.
content warnings : smut , mdni , nsfw , size difference , kisses , pet names ( good girl, love, etc ) , possessive sex , raw / unprotected sex , breeding , multiple orgasms , breath play / choking , mating press , dacryphilia , overstimulation , squirting , praising , creampies , tummy bulge , dumbification , make-up sex , established relationship , hints of a toxic relationship
word count : approximately 960 words
꒰ note ꒱⋆ .˚ haiii guys (: sorry for being inactive, writer's block was WILD. here's a drabble of gojo in honor of his release ♡
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“baby? you there?” your eyes fluttered open, how many hours has it been? you passed out already but he just doesn’t stop. “can we take a break..?” you hiccuped, throat dry and voice hoarse. your pussyhole was going numb from how long gojo has been fucking you. he was angry hours ago, about how you wanted to end the toxic relationship.
you had a heated argument with him, you even slapped him across his pretty face. he knows that he's not treating you very well, but he just couldn't bring himself to let go of you. he never apologizes easily, his pride was taller than him. so his plan to make up with you was to fuck your brains out.
“there you go again,” he frowns, “you're so selfish,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your neck, squeezing slightly. your jaw hangs open as you gasp for air weakly, eyes slowly rolling back as your mind goes hazy from the lack of air. “you're gonna leave me hmm?” he looked down, watching how his thick cock disappeared into your pussy, swallowing his length wholeheartedly. “no one else is gonna fuck you this good.” he shudders, his leaky tip poking the gummy spot deep inside you repeatedly. “and no one else is gonna love you like I do.”
you clawed at his muscular arms, burying your nails slightly in desperation for air. a thick and foamy mixture of your juices and his cum surrounded the base of his cock and your wet folds. you were taking him so deep all the way to the base, his happy trail and trimmed pubic hairs were coated with your wetness. the scene was messy, especially the sheets. all damp from how much you've squirted, some of his cum dribbling out of your cunt. “c-can't breathe..” both of your hands held onto his wrist, trying to pull his hand away. “say you won't leave me.” his grip tightens, eyes hooded. “w-won’t leave…you..love you—” you choked out as tears started to stream down your plush cheeks, “so much.”
he lets go of your throat and you gasp for air, “good.” he chuckled lowly. “there she is,” he cups your cheek, “my good girl.” his needy lips reached for your swollen ones, his velvety tongue sliding past yours. your back arched as his thumb flicked your oversensitive clit, he pushed you back down by placing his hand on your stomach, pressing the bulge in your belly. “satoru...I feel dizzy,” you babbled, “good.” he huffed “gonna fuck you so dumb that you won't ever think of leaving me again.”
to tell the truth, he was fucking scared that you'll finally leave him. to him, this was his calling call to change for the better, for you. when he imagines someone else fucking his pretty girl like this, his blood boils.
he stares at you for a moment, admiring how pretty you are even while crying. but he wanted you to cry from pleasure, not from pain. especially the pain that he caused.
his expression softened, and he leans down to cage you in his arms, staring into your eyes sincerely. “m’sorry baby.” he cups your cheek, flooding your jawline with tiny kisses. “m’so sorry. I know I'm a fuckin’ asshole.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you sobbed.
“I love you,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. he thrusts into you, still rough but you could tell something had changed. he was being…nicer? your cunt spasmed around his length, causing him to groan. “you're so fuckin’ good f’me love, always putting up with my bullshit.” he chuckles huskily, his face buried in the crevice of your neck, inhaling the sweet and familiar scent. his cock pounding your pussy steadily, lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and breathy gasps were music to his ears. “so fuckin’ perfect.” he grunts, pushing your knees to your chest. you gasp at the sudden change of positions, the fat tip of his dick directly positioned against the opening of your cervix. it was fucking painful but it felt so good at the same time, your body was melting from mindless pleasure as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears.
“gonna make you my wife, yeah?” he pinches your clit, causing you to gush uncontrollably. your juices dripping down your thighs, “gonna put a baby in ya now, do you want one? hmm?” he rubbed your puffy clit in a slow and circular motion. his girthy cock hitting you deep inside with every thrust of his hips. “uh huh…” you hiccuped, your hearing blocked out, his voice muffled but the sound of wet skin slapping was clear.
his thrusts were sloppy but fast, he threw his head back with his eyes shut as he finished inside you. you could feel his hot and thick load filling you up, he pulls out and grabs his cock, tapping and rubbing his tip on your sweet lil clit. releasing a few drops of cum all over your folds that were glistening with spit and cum. he continued to grind his tip on your clit as you both caught your breaths.
“m’gonna have to stuff you more baby, just to make sure that you'll bear my child.” he grins, moaning breathlessly as his tip entered you again, causing you to whine. his stamina is ridiculous, but who are you to complain? he just wants to make his soon-to-be wife feel good, fucking you all nice and deep until your legs are trembling. destroying that sweet and tight cunt, nudging at your sweet spot every time. and to make it all the more pleasurable, satoru was dead serious about changing.
“i sent a text,” you mutter to yourself as you push and hold the door open with your foot. “and yet nobody came down to help me with the groceries.”
you push the door shut with your elbow, turning around to see why exactly no one had answered your text. the three of them are sat at the dining table. megumi’s staring at the table, tsumiki’s staring at a painting on the wall, and satoru's glaring at the pile of phones in front of him.
“what is going on?” you ask, setting your bags on the countertop.
“family meeting,” satoru answers, still glaring at the phones.
“really?” you ask, pulling out your chair to join them. “last time you called a family meeting, you wanted to discuss whether or not you could pull off an earring.”
“that was a short conversation,” megumi quips.
“hey, i’m still confident that you’re all wrong and i’d totally rock an earring,” he tells you. “but that’s not what this is about. this is about tsumiki.”
“oh,” you say, surprised by this turn of events. “i thought megumi got in trouble at school again.”
“he did.”
“i did.”
figures. you’d address that later.
“and that’s why i was at their school, where i saw tsumiki about to skip class with - get this - with her boyfriend, who none of us knew existed.”
you exhale a heavy breath. “oh…”
but your reaction must be too mild for your fiancé, who sends you a funny look. “‘oh?’ that’s a little light. she has a boyfriend that none of us knew about!”
an uncomfortable silence falls over the table. satoru looks at megumi, who looks at tsumiki, who looks at you.
you actively work to avoid his gaze, further incriminating yourself.
“wait…do you know something?”
“can i talk to you for a second?” you ask, nodding your head toward the kitchen. he follows you over, but not before telling the kids not to touch their phones.
“how are we handling this?” he asks, pacing back and forth with a deeply conflicted look on his face. you don’t think you’ve even seen him look this serious about something before. “‘cause i know i’m usually the fun parent and you usually bring the heat when it comes to punishments, but i’m already there, babe! she’s grounded. phone, gone! food, maybe! and she is forbidden from seeing this boy for– till– till she’s in college.”
“satoru–”
“i can’t believe she didn’t tell us she had a boyfriend,” he mutters, not finished yet. “who is this kid, anyway? her boyfriend?” you roll your eyes when he even gags on the word.
“okay, okay,” you laugh nervously, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “do you promise that you’re not going to freak out if i tell you something?”
“no.”
“fair enough,” you agree. “uh…i met her boyfriend.” his eyes widen, but you press a finger to his lips before he can say anything. “hold on! she only told me a couple of days ago because they just started dating two weeks ago. she was going to tell you, i promise.”
“but she’s too young to have—”
“satoru, keeping apart kids that are in love never works out for the people keeping them apart.” you loop your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “imagine if someone had told you that you couldn’t date me.”
“yeah, i know,” he grumbles. “i guess i’m just hurt that she didn’t tell me right away. we have a connection, you know. like you and megumi. last week when we went out for our weekly ice cream gossip session, she didn’t say a thing!”
“you guys have weekly gossip sessions?”
“uh, yeah. as if you and megumi don’t talk shit about us illiterates whenever you go to the bookstore.”
“i think we’re getting off track,” you deflect with a huff. “what are we going to do about the situation at hand?”
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at the sound of a knock on the door, tsumiki bursts out of her room. “i’ll get it!”
“be cool,” you tell satoru, who scoffs as he fixes his hair.
“i’m cool. the coolest. i’m like ice.”
“i’m serious,” you grit as tsumiki pulls the door open. “do not be weird right now.”
you smile as tsumiki introduces you both, taking the bouquet of flowers that her boyfriend offers you.
“dinner’s almost ready, so make yourself at home in the meantime,” you tell him, filling a vase with water.
“in the living room, preferably,” gojo adds stiffly. where tsumiki shoots him a look, he holds his hands up in surrender. “we’ll be in the kitchen, you’ll have plenty of privacy.”
“the kitchen and the living room are the same room,” she mutters.
“then you can pretend that we’re not even here,” he says, tone light. then, after a moment. “but remember that we will be here. the whole time.”
“okay, you need to take all of that and put it away,” you tell him sternly, handing him a stack of plates to put on the table. “welcome to the real world, babe. this is what raising teenagers is all about.”
it’s your fucking eyes that drive him insane. he wonders if you’re doing it on purpose or if you really don’t know the power you wield over him. he can barely focus on anything when you look at him, eyes wide and pretty. you have to be doing it on purpose and he feels the way his cock twitches in his pants.
he doesn’t think he can wait to get you home, not when you’re smiling at him whenever your eyes meet. you’re sitting pretty in the back of the main conference room, scrolling through your phone and humming quietly to yourself every time you see something you like.
he’s lost interest in the meeting, something about guns and shipments but his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you and how pretty you look in that new dress he bought you.
it’s his favourite colour too and it doesn’t help that he’s fucked you in one just like that in his own office. he can feel your lips against his jaw and hear your pretty little whimpers and loud moans.
he thinks about how your eyes widen as you look up at him, his heavy cock on your tongue as you let him use your mouth to get off. he’s so whipped and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of you.
how is it that you don’t have to do anything and he’s willing to fall on his knees just to please you. how would anyone take him seriously if they knew what a weak man he was when it came to anything involving you, your sweet pussy and those fucking eyes.
it’s the reason you’re so spoiled. you give him a sweet look with your doe eyes and he’s more than happy to break his bank even if he knows he has all the money in the world. he would give it all up just for you.
it's midnight my wisdom teeth hurt and I'm thinking about my personal difference between re4 leon and re2 leon
"Pretty fuckin baby," His voice raspy, deep, "stupid little thing just wanted a cock inside them, huh? I'm sorry I didn't notice before baby, you always get so dumb without my dick stuffing you. just how were you supposed to focus today? should have realised before, all you needed was a good fuck." the grin on his face matched his tone, the fake kindness full of mockery, "you always take me so deep, fuck, it's unfair… gonna ruin this hole for anyone else, you'll be mine and mine only, yeah? i'll use my toy whenever I want… god, fuck, you're so fucking t-ight… you're gonna take my cum and thank me, okay? gonna take me deep and I won't stop even if you whine, dirty sluts get what they deserve."
or
"Please, please, it's too much..!" his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and face flushed the prettiest shade of pink, "Can't take anymore! it's too much, please, please, need to cum already, please let me cum inside, I'll do anything…" hips bucking towards your touch at the slightest of stimulation, a loud sob anytime you pulled back. "i'll be good, ill be such a good boy I promise, anything you want, any-thing! i won't even look at anyone else, you're all I ever think about... im yours, im all yours, I belong to you… please, do what you want with me, jus' wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum, please ride my face, my cock, something!"
Summary: Leon fucks you on his motorcycle. That's it. This is just pwp
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, pwp, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), p in v, bit of fingering, bit of a handjob, exhibitionism, praise kink, bit of an innocence kink, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, no use of y/n
I wrote this with vendetta Leon in mind, but it can be whichever, but older leon fits better. Reader is also at least 25.
WC: 2.1k
A/N: I'm self indulging with Leon. Also, say it blew the fuck up and I was not expecting that, so tysm!! This one is for my Leon whores. Enjoy the pure filth :)
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You knew damn well you should have known better than to listen to him when he oh so innocently suggested you wore a dress for your date. Spring had come fast and the weather was so nice for you to show off that one pretty sundress you brought early in the fall but had never actually worn. And it drove him absolutely insane to see you in pretty dresses. It gave him more room to work, he thought.
But oh sweet, naive you. So trusting of everything your boyfriend said to you.
But the minute you realized you were getting on his motorcycle and not his Jeep Wrangler, you immediately knew you were in for a long ride. And the borderline sinful smirk he flashed you as he handed you your helmet did not help ease the twist in your stomach.
Still, you wouldn't say no to anything he asked, if he wanted to use his motorcycle you would go to your date in his motorcycle. If anything, it made you more eager. And rightfully so, Leon would move one of his gloved hands on one of your thighs at every red light or stop sign, squeezing and tracing his fingers over your bare skin. Goosebumps would rise on your skin. You would hold him tight, both arms tightly wrapped around his torso, your chest flat against his back the entire ride. He didn't mind, if anything he found it endearing that you held on so tight.
But if he was going to tease you, so were you.
You were coming to a red light, so you oh so innocently moved your hands from his front to sneak underneath his leather jacket and t-shirt, cold fingers brushing over his warm skin. You felt him flinch ever so slightly, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Good thing he was at a red light, because he had to close his eyes to keep his composure.
"What are you doing?"
You heard his low somber voice through the Bluetooth in your helmet. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling and simply shrugged, but your hands stayed inside his shirt, now moving down to trace over his v-line, stopping at the hemline of his boxer briefs. You heard him groan as one of his hands came to grip your thigh.
"'M not doing anything." You eventually said. You gasped softly when you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh.
"You're going to stop that, right now." He breathed through his nose, using that authoritative and commanding voice that only made you wetter. You swallowed, stilling your hands, but never actually removed them from under his shirt. Another heavy breath. "Take your hands out of my fucking shirt before I park on the side of the street and rearrange your insides right then and there."
The sound that came out of your mouth right then and there was pathetic. It made Leon chuckle. Oh his sweet girl, always such a whore for him. But you did listen, and your hands immediately returned to the front of him.
"That's a good girl." He hummed in approval, the light finally turning green, and he gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze before his hand returned to the handle. "We're almost there, be good and you'll get what you want."
You had a satisfied smile on your face the rest of the ride. But you probably should've known that your little stunt was going to cost you because the next time you came to a stop you were at a cliff that overlooked the city at the end of an otherwise empty road with a dead-end.
You frowned softly, taking your helmet off your head and looked around with a confused look. Leon had already gotten off the bike, helmet off, and had kicked the stand but never actually turned off the bike.
"Leon..?"
"Y'know, I actually had a date planned. I was gonna take you to dinner, then here because I know just how much you love to see the city at night, however," he bit his lip softly, grabbing your hips and forcing you to face him, your legs dangling off his bike while you were still sitting on it. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Because you're such a greedy whore and you can't seem to wait, I'm gonna fuck you stupid on my bike, and you're gonna take it, yeah?"
God, the things this man would make you do, the things he would make you want. He was a bad influence, but fuck, you loved it.
"Yes. Yes please." There was no hesitation, just need and desperation. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, his pale blue eyes filled with the same need.
"Mhmm of course that's what my pretty girl wanted, you just wanted my cock huh?" He had this filthy grin on his face as he moved his hands down to your thighs, "Spread your legs for me baby."
You bit your lip softly and did as he asked, he wasted no time in ripping your panties down your legs until they hung from one ankle. He smiled as he gripped your jaw with one hand as he peeled the fingerless glove off the other with his teeth before slipping it under your dress. You gasped, blood rushing to your face when you felt his fingers brush over your clit. Leon opened his eyes in surprise as he dragged his fingers down to your entrance and wetness instantly coated his fingers.
"Oh sweet girl, you're already so wet for me." He chuckled softly, leaning down to crash his lips against yours, capturing the moan he pulled from you as he slowly pushed in two of his fingers. "Mhmm."
"Please Leon. I want you so bad. Please." You mumbled against his lips, fingers gripping his hair as you bucked your hips against his hand.
"I know, baby. I'll give you what you want, don't worry." He hummed as he continued to work you with his fingers as he undid his belt with the other. With shaky hands, you helped him unzip his jeans and pull his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.
With a soft hiss, he removed his fingers from you and pumped himself a couple times, coating himself in your slick before he hiked up one of your legs over his torso, spreading you out for him as he slowly slid into you. You eyes instantly fluttered shut and your head felt back as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, making sure you felt every inch.
"Mhmm fuck…" A soft whimper left your mouth as you threw your arms over his shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself upright, and then as you opened your eyes, you remembered you were in fact, out in the open, "Fuck. Shit, Leon. Do you think someone will drive by?"
"So what? I'm deep enough for you to feel me in your stomach and you're worried someone will see?" He laughed mockingly, not in the slightest bit worried about it. If anything the idea of getting caught made him want to fuck you even more. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his as he snapped his hips forward, "Let 'em see."
God, you'd be lying if you said the idea didn't make you wetter. Leon definitely felt the way you squeezed around him when he said it. He moaned in response, fingers tangling around the hair at the back of your head as he gave you another punishing thrust.
"Mhmm yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like it if someone saw you all sprawled out on my bike, dripping wet, and getting fucked stupid by your older boyfriend? Yeah you would." He was pounding into you harder and harder, each word spoken in between moans and groans.
"What would they think huh? Such a sweet innocent girl letting her older boyfriend use her like this? Goddamn baby, I've ruined you." He pulled your face close to his, foreheads touching as he watched the utterly fucked out look on your face and the sound of your dripping cunt slapping against him.
"Yes! Fuck yes. Only you can do this to me." You cried out, any and all worries about getting caught long gone, and all you could think about was the aching feeling in your belly, and the flash of heat that was rapidly approaching.
"Mhm, that's right, pretty girl. Such a greedy whore, just for me." He moaned the praise, free hand scrunching up your dress to your waist as he held you on the seat that still vibrated through you as he kept pounding into you. And you happily took everything he had to give you like that was all you were meant to do in this world. Be at the mercy of your gorgeous boyfriend.
"Please Leon," You were holding on to him for dear life, nails digging into his leather jacket and hair, voice weak and broken in between moans. God you were so fucking close. "I want to come. Please."
Leon moaned at your weak pleads. You were so sweet, so desperate and at his mercy. He could never deny his sweet girl anything.
"Mmm yes. Let go for me baby, I got you." His thumb found your swollen clit, he rubbed harsh circles that matched his harsh thrusts, while his other hand kept a tight grip on your hair and he pulled your head back. "Look at me baby, keep those pretty eyes on me when you come."
You fought the urge to roll your eyes back as a flash of blinding heat ran through your body, but you managed to keep your eyes on his pale sapphire ones as you came around him, a pathetic moan falling from your lips as your whole body trembled. He held you on the seat, his body pretty much preventing you from falling.
"Mmmm fuck, good girl. Agh—" A moan caught his throat as your walls squeezed his cock and a gush of wetness seeped around him. He pulled you against him, mouth crashing against yours as he snapped his hips with urgency, his own release quickly approaching. "Fuck, fuck baby. You're squeezing the shit outta my cock. Shit, I'm so close. Fuck."
You held on to him for dear life, just letting him use you to chase his own release, your weak moans in his ear, your high pitched gasps and your weak mumbles of his name, fuck, it didn't take him long before he was pulling out of you. But he quickly grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his slick cock.
"Mmmm fuck baby— hah— yes, fuck—" He guided your hand on his cock, using your hand to pump himself, his face on your neck as he moaned, "Yeah just like that baby. C'mon pretty girl, make me come. C'mon, fuck, yes. Yes, good girl. Shit ugh—"
Strings of his come shot into your hand and the seat between your parted thighs as he came with a guttural moan that made you wet all over again. You hummed softly, leaving kisses over his face as he panted. His eyes were closed and he had the side of his face pressed against your neck. He left wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck as he breathed heavily.
"You did such a good job, baby. You're always so good for me." He hummed against your neck, moving up to capture your lips into a softer, slower kiss before he was pulling back.
You sat on the seat, making your best effort to stay upright, legs wide open as you waited for Leon to clean himself up. You tilted your head at him with confusion, just now realizing what he had done.
"Why did you—" You frowned softly as he took your hand, cleaning his mess with an old bandana before wiping the seat in between your parted legs.
"I'm still taking you to dinner. Unless you wanted to sit through dinner with my cum inside you all night." He chuckled softly, face flushed red, hair disheveled and jeans still undone as he tossed the bandana into one of the compartments. When he looked at you, you had this sweet look on your face, a tiny smile on your lips and your head tilted. God you were so adorable, it made him want to ruin you all over again. "Although you probably deserve it. But I'm not that mean."
A small perverted smirk made its way to your lips, and it made Leon groan as he grabbed your chin and placed a rough kiss to your lips.
"Don't give me that look or you won't make it to dinner."
MY TIME HAS COME!! Since you're a geto fucker now, cam you write something spicy with him??🥵
i am watching a movie rn so imagine a movie night with suguru.
You're a little cold so he wraps his arms around you. What you didn't realize was that your ass kept rubbing against his crotch as you kept shifting for a comfortable position. Suguru breathes out. He squints to look down, and the way your plump cheeks gently brush on his sweats, it gets him hard.
You only feel the firm thing when it prods againsts your skin. When you look back, you find Suguru lifting your loose shorts till your ass is visible, gulping his breath wanting to fuck your ass so hard. Taking advantage, you press yourself more against his clothed cock. He notices and immediately hold your waist in place.
"Don't. Fuck," he knows it is tempting when you do that. Your movie night might go to waste.
"why? mhm...we can still watch the movie while doing this," there's a smug look masking your desperation. You had the audacity to that? Oh he's going to make you regret.
Suguru grabbed you in a way that your now wet slick was aligned with his boner. You moan a little "ah" at the sudden act.
"Shh baby. Focus on the movie. Your words, not mine," he coos.
Leon isn’t joking when he says he loves you from every and any angle, and he certainly wasn’t joking when he asks to take pictures of you, very raunchy pictures, for his eyes only because god knows Leon Kennedy doesn’t share especially when it comes to you.
That’s why you let him because you know for a fact they won’t be seen by anyone but him and because the idea excites you more than you care to admit.
“Fuck- such a pretty girl” You can hear the machinery in the Polaroid as it pushes out another picture, Leon’s free hand rubbing along your thigh, as you sit on his lap.
His fingers trace against the lace of your underwear, so delicately that you almost don’t even feel it, “Absolute Angel, my angel” he says noticing the way your hips grind against him in a desperate attempt to feel something, and you smile proudly when he lets out a shaky breath.
He loves how needy you’ve become, whining about how he’s ‘wearing too much’ as your hands grasp at the ends of his shirt urging him to take it off, but he’s quick to swat them away.
“Leon, take it off” you whine once more, fingers playing with the end of his shirt, it isn’t fair that he’s still clothed while you’re near enough naked sitting on top of him.
His hands continue to run along your thighs, “Such a needy thing” he says, leaning to press kisses to your neck a clash of teeth and tongue against the sensitive skin, and your hands thread through his hair urging him closer to you as he trails along your collar bones, and you can’t stop your hips from stuttering against his as his hand pushes against your lower back bringing you closer to him.
He pulls away, as he takes his shirt off and you watch how his muscles tense and move with the movement as he throws the fabric in the corner of the room, your hands instantly go for his stomach, gentle fingers tracing along his abs up to his chest, you notice the way his muscles tense at your delicate touch, Leon almost seems prideful at they way you gawk at him.
“Smile for me angel,” he says as he unclasps your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders, he points the camera to your chest, “Touch yourself baby” he prompts, watching as your hands squeeze at your boobs, he takes the picture, the dim flash lights the room for a second, and you hear him groan at the sight, as you once again grind against him and you can feel him underneath you.
Your fingers wrap around his wrist slowly guiding his hand towards your lap, he presses his fingers against the wet patch that stains your underwear, and he’s quick to move the camera to capture the sight, his finger circling your clit through your underwear, “Touch me Leon” you sigh and he goes dizzy with nothing but desperate want.
You honestly don’t really remember much, that was until today, so perhaps that’s why you almost have a heart attack when you hand Leon his wallet, the pictures of you tucked away in one of the pockets.
You gasp in complete shock, “What?” He chuckles at your expression, how your mouth is slightly agape with surprise, “You don’t like them?” He teases and you’re far too embarrassed to respond with some snarky comment.
“Leon, why do you have them there? I mean in your wallet of all places?” You ask, hand clasping over your mouth as you look down at the Polaroids of you, there’s one of just your chest your boobs on full display while you squeeze at them, and another, just your hips against his as you sit on his lap, and you can see how hard he is underneath you.
He laughs at your embarrassment, “So I don’t get bored at work” he whispers kissing your forehead, and you shake your head at the thought.
“God Leon- that’s so gross” you sigh, trying to ignore the way he’s looking at you.
“Oh yeah? Because I remember you taking this one” he says pulling out another picture, and your heart almost stops at the sight of your fingers knuckle deep inside your cunt, wearing one of Leon’s old shirts, and you close your eyes as the memory comes rushing back,
“That one is my personal favorite” he whispers pressing a kiss to your jaw and you go silent with shock, feeling very flushed, completely forgetting you had done that.
୨୧・꒰author note꒱︙first ever carlos smut thanks to this request! i hope this is what you expected girly <3 if you see any mistakes i’m so sorry(i didn’t proof read). enjoy love ^_^
“yeah okay.. whatever you say… midget”
carlos always teased you about your height, constantly rub your hair and ask you the overused ‘how’s the weather down there?’ question. you personally didn’t think you were that short, but everyone in your life tell you otherwise.
especially carlos oliveria.
“dude i’m going to kick your ass, gonna bite your knees since i’m supposedly so short” you told him in a annoyed manner. right now you were putting away some groceries after coming back from the store where you so happen to come across your friend of almost 2 years, carlos.
he decided to come over and help you unload your groceries along with organize your new plates and cups by placing them on the cabinet since you were unable to reach that high up.
carlos chuckled at you as he closed the cabinet, finally done organizing. “you remind me of a chihuahua… cute and small, yet so feisty”
you stopped what you were doing and darted your eyes to him. he was now putting his weight on your kitchen counter, with a big smirk on his face.
“you remind me to a giraffe, all big and tall. and not that cute”
carlos pretended to get shot in the heart and grabbed onto his chest wincing “not that cute?! argh that hurts. worse than bullet wound”
rolling your eyes and walking away from the kitchen, you spoke to carlos giving him one last command “can you finish putting the rest up for me? and then maybe i’ll apologize”
he smiled as he saw you walk into your room, then chuckled softly as he did what you ask. carlos finished putting away all your groceries but came across a few items he didn’t know where you personally would put them.
carlos walked over to your room and didn’t bother to knock, he went in like it was nothing “hey yo.. where do y-“
“HEY!”
he walked in to you basically almost naked, you were in nothing but your favorite pair of panties. “get the fuck out!!” you shouted at him as you quickly
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“gonna fuck that attitude outta you…” carlos whispered under his breath as he pinned your face down to the bed. pulling down your panties with force not giving you time to protest.
you weren’t sure how the hell you got in this position, one minute you were cussing him out and telling him that he was a pervert, how he was a straight up weirdo. the next he has you pinned down about to use your body.
“carlos what the fuck!” you said muffled as your face was squished against the mattress. he ignored you, all you heard was him mumbling stuff as he unbuckled his pants.
you felt his dick press against your ass, your eyes widen. he slapped it on you and groaned. “i bet you are going to feel amazing” and with that, he slid in only the tip.
you softly moaned, biting your lip. it’s so wrong, he is going to fucking you without permission but it’s so sexy to you. your bestfriend putting his cock inside your pussy, just makes you so much aroused.
“mmh.. fuck.. that’s right baby, take it like a good girl” he moaned out as he put himself all the way in. his hands grabbing onto your ass with a soft grip.
“mmh~” moans left your mouth, your were tiptoeing so carlos could easily thrust you. he was so right , you were short compared to him…
his cock in and out of you slowly “you’re so small.. so easy to take advantage of you know that right?” carlos whispered as he leaned over close to your ear. “should have done this long ago…” after that sentence he thrusted into you harshly, making you yelp.
“s-so big…ahh” you whimpered, not used to his size yet. carlos was definitely bigger than you, everywhere. your pussy was pulsing around his cock, showing him how much it needed him.
he did another harsh thrust into you, making you wince in pain. “haven’t had big dick in this tight little pussy of yours huh?” a smirk formed in his face, playing with your hair. “i’m going to make this needy pussy get used to me baby.. don’t worry. it won’t hurt after a while…”
squinting your eyes you nodded, trusting him that he will make the slight pain ease out.
no… instead without a warning he started moving inside you faster and harder. making you bite you moan and whine at the same time, the pain mixing with the pleasure.
“c-carlos! t-to hard… ahh!” you whined out to him as he kept pounding in and out of you, stretching your sloppy cunt out.
“so angry at me w-when i was just trying to help you.. agh.. and instead you’re being a damn brat” he was panting , keeping his harsh pace.
gripping onto the bedsheets as you felt your legs starting to go numb. you kept moaning like crazy, carlos fucking you dumbly. using your body as if it was made just to please him and nothing else.
“so-sorry.. ahh.. fuck- sorry!” you cried out.
“don’t give a damn…” his hand slapped right across your ass “fucking take it, take it baby”
pure squelching noises and moans filled your bedroom, you never felt so useless before but at the same time never felt so much satisfied. the idea being fucked without him giving a shit if you are okay or not made you even wetter.
you felt yourself arch your back a little so he could go even deeper than he already is, making him let out a chuckle “want more of daddy’s dick mm?”
carlos grabbed onto your ass with both hands and moving your body onto him slowly. his pumps still very harsh “mmhh… so hot” he mumbled.
“f-faster…please..” you whimpered to him softly, fuck you wanted to cum all over his dick so badly. it would be even better if he came inside you at the same time. your mind was being flooded with perverted thoughts of him.
he slapped your ass one more time before he started fucking hard again, throwing his head back and moaning out your name in pure pleasure. his dick throbbing so much inside you, feeling your walls wrap around him tightly. “augh baby.. your so damn tight i swear…”
feeling that knot form into your lower stomach , you moaned out loudly. informing carlos you were right there, ready to finish all over him. “fuck fuck fuck~” you chanted out. you could tell he was ready to cum inside you any second by the way his cock kept twitching.
“gonna .. ah~ fuck.. gonna cum… aghh!” carlos shot his ropes of warm cum deep inside you, groaning as each shot filled you up. the same time you came all over his dick, coating it with your juices.
he stayed inside you for a while, trying to collect himself after putting so much effort. sighing, he finally pulled out and could slightly see the mixture of you and him coming out. he laughed at the sight.
“never thought i’ll have you this way” carlos teased you as he pulled up his pants. you turned over to him, feeling this cum start slowly run down your thigh.
“shut up oh my-“
“don’t make me do it again to you princess”
he cut you off, warning you. you stayed silent for a minute, giving him a blank stare before smiling cutely at him.
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