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Masterlist
Aot: âSay sorry babyâ Nerd!Armin x blackfem!reader
JJK:âNever wanna lose meâ Emo!Choso x blackfem!reader
Dispatch:
Naruto:
hate sex with academic rival!geto cw: nsfw â¸â¸ mean geto
when you won the science bowl over suguru, you knew you'd pay for it. you weren't exactly sure how, but you could tell by the way his eyes bore into yours as the winner was announced.
so when you found yourself face down, ass up in front of him back in your hotel room, you knew you were screwed. royally.
"you know, i bet you cheated." he murmured in you ear as he slipped inside of you. you groaned at the stretch, but he clamped a hand over your mouth.
"shhh. the walls here are thin. don't want you teammates hearing you fucking the compeition,, now do we?"
you shook your head frantically and he smirked.
"that's what i thought." he pulled out and slammed back inside you.
your scream was muffled from his hand as you adjusted to his size. he pressed a kiss on your back.
"mmm so pretty." you could hear the smile in his voice.
you were so full. you could barely think properly as his thick cock bullied your walls. his hand dug deeper in your waist with each thrust. you were gushing all over him, babbling, head completely empty.
his balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, angling his hips just right to reach that spot deep inside you.
"i'll never forget the way you smirked at me. you knew i'd lose my cool and have you like this, didn't you?"
you whined in response, too far gone to respond properly.
"is that a yes? did you get what you wanted?"
he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you closer to him.
your eyes filled with tears. you were filled to the brim, brain completely fogged.
"quiet now. hm? you were very vocal with your taunting earlier today. what happened?" he mocked.
your cunt fluttered around him at his words.
he chuckled and shook his head.
"nice try. i'm a sore loser, you only get to come when i say so."
Beach day with Suguru âźŕż
ac â @/alinascorner on tiktok
When your Suguru had told you he wanted to show you a secluded beach nearby the village where he grew up, you didnât expect to end up stuffed full of his cock in broad daylight!
âSu â Sugu, someone could see us.â You whined, burying your face in your arms in an attempt to hide your shame. Suguru laughed softly behind you, hips drilling into you and creating lewd smacks that seemed to echo the empty beach.
âSweetheart, I told you, nobody ever comes here. Itâs too far out in the country,â he leaned down, nibbling on your earlobe eliciting another soft whine from you. âI know that, but what if â oh shit, slow down â what if a-a local comes?â You reasoned, craning your head to meet his eyes.
Suguruâs hips slowed for a second, gazing around as if he was contemplating if you were right. Then all too casually, âNah, we can make this quick, right, sweet girl?â
A moan escaped you when he pushed himself to the hilt once more, one large hand coming up to tangle in your hair and yank your head back. âCome on, let me hear you.â
His long hair shifted with each thrust, falling around to curtain your head.
âSo pretty like this, whatâre you going to do if someone walks past, hm? Theyâll see you taking me like the good girl you are.â His voice is like honey, sweet and silky in your ear. You whimpered in response, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to slam his hips into your ass.
NOT TOO DEEP, tyriq withers.
synopsis: the night you found out that beneath family cheer, the cheeky grin, silly antics, and quiet confidence tyriq is absolutely disgusting.
content: black!reader, holiday season, family introductions, intoxication, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, clit slapping, edging badd, finger sucking, p in v, counter missionary, cream pie, spit.
my whiney boy..
Itâs felt like forever since youâve shared that same room as tyriq.
A week of travel, early call times, press runs, podcasts tapings, and airports that all started to blur together. Leaving the two of you often on the opposite sides of the world, no time for dates. barely any time for calls and texts.
But Today? Today was easy and nerve wracking all at once.
Tyriqâs family house in Jacksonville is packedâ warm with laughter, music, cousins wrestling somewhere in the back. Aunties cooking as if they were feeding a small armyâ the house smells like mac n cheese, collard greens, and a famous sweet potato pie.
The two of you barely stepped inside before you heard it.
âOHHHH, there she go! Itâs the carpet girl yâall!â His older cousin waved you over with the biggest smile. âBaby you went viral! We saw that lil interview.â
âmhmmmâ just cheesinâ like he ainât ever seen a woman before.â
âMmcht,â Tyriq groans, looking off with an embarrassing bite of his cheek. âDonât start.â
âCamera ainât do no justice, girl you just as gorgeous!â
âNah tyriq run it back,â Another cousin chimes in, sneaking a piece of chicken on the side. âshow us that lil two step.â
You cover your mouth, trying to stifle the giggle that slipped, everyone bursts out into laughter, as he dougies shamelessly throughout the kitchen. passing out hugs, daps, and kisses along the way. Making sure to introduce you properly.
Then his aunt rounds the marbled island, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, giving you that look wiser black women give whether the two of you are good for one another.
âSo missy.â Carefully placing those beautiful jeweled rings back on her finger. âyou the one behind the video of him looking all bashful online?â
You nod shyly, âThat mightâve been me.â
Auntie raises a brow. â Hmm. You cute, I like your hair.â
âCome eat.â
Tyriq watches you go with her as he rounds up with the men, all of them dapping him uo and whispering the moment youâd gone far enough.
Hours pass. Plates are cleaned. The older folk start settling. The younger cousins turn the living room into a makeshift party with a bluetooth speaker and liquor someone most definitely didnât pull from out grandmaâs cabinet. Youâre dancing with tyriqâs cousins in the middle of the roomâ The informal after party where everyoneâs a little tipsy and the family home turns into a club.
You let yourself sink into the celebration after a long weekâ no cameras, no red carpet, no pressure to hose or smile a certain way. you were free for the weekend to be whoever you wanted to be in that moment.
It was just you.
Tariqâs family.
And a beat thrumming throughout your body.
The bass is heavy. The lights are dimmed, coiled tresses swinging with every move you make, and the liquor hits just rightâ loose, glowy, and warm in your belly.
It has your skin buzzing as you sway to the music. Slow rolling motions you only dance lie whenever youâre comfortable and tipsy. Hands trailing up your sides, fingertips brush at your soft curve of your waist, ribs, and neck. Eyes fluttering shit as you let the music take you.
Tonight was the freest youâve felt in days.
Across the room rested tyriq, you didnât notice at first but he definitely noticed you.
Heâs posted up near the kitchen doorway, laughing with an uncle of his. No longer processing what was being said to him, everything blurring into nothing as he watches your hips away so swiftly. The shimmering glitter along your skin and neck, when it tilts back as you laugh. The way you touched your own body like the music was yours alone.
âBoy, close your mouth.â His cousin nudged him, âYou starinâ.â
Tyriq doesnât even blink, rubbing the back of his neck with a laugh. âMann, watch out.â
And when your eyes finally meet, you felt it.
The heat. The recognition. The slow hungry pull between two people that had been thinking about the other every damn day.
You smile softlyâ knowingly as you keep dancing.
Your friends of the nightâ aka his cousinsâ hype you up even more, spinning you around. Laughter bubbling up your chest when the men come in a start busting their moves.
Until you found him a few songs later, after his cousins peels off to grab drinks. You walk past his chairâ hoping to get water, maybe another shot, but his hands grabs yours. Just enough to slow you down and let you feel the claim of his touch.
âYou having fun?â He questioned, voice low and warm.
âHmm, maybe..â you giggled, âI think you could use a bit more fun yourself boo.â
âYou a little stiff in here..â
âStiff huh?â He repeats with a low scoff, eyes dragging over your smooth peaking skin. Shaking his head with a slow grin. âYou gonâ have to get me on your level then.â
You step closer, leaning in just enough that he can smell the holiday punch on your breath. âainât nothing to catch you up..â
âwhat you sipping on?â
âWhatever you having,â His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek. A slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. âhowever you wanna get me there..â
Instead of grabbing a drink himself, he keeps his eyes on youâ Waiting. Expecting. Inviting. Strong hand wrapped around your thigh as he watches the bartender of the night slide you a sculpted glass. Filled with something smooth and golden just before turning back to him swirling the mixed concoction.
âopen..â you whisper softly.
He blinks, his bluish green eyes meeting your curious brows. âOpen what?â
You lift the glass, tipping it slight towards him.
âYour mouth tyriqâŚâ
He knows exactly what you're doingâ and he likes it. You slowly bring the glass to his lips, letting the liquid spill into his mouth. Still holding your gaze he slowly parted his reddened lips, revealing his white teeth and pink tongue.
Your gentle fingers guide the rim to them carefully, supporting the bottom of the glass with one hand. Meanwhile the other? It was occupied with hooking two fingers under this hinge of his jaw, tilting his head up just enough.
And he lets youâ lets you take care of it.
He swallows the drink, the sweet taste spreading through his mouth, throat flexing under your fingers as the alcohol burned his throat. Never breaking eye contact.
All while you look at him like heâs the one youâve been waiting on all week.
And when the glass is empty, you drag your hand down, that tortoiseshell manicured thumb brushes at the corner of his mouth. Rubbing a soothing circling into the warm skin of his cheek before patting it twice, with a satisfied smirk.
âgood boy..â
Tyriq looks you over with a hungry bite of his lip, the purple of blue hues of light washing over him as it disco light bounced around the room, lips curving into a smirk. Settling into that low sectional again, legs spread, shirt wrinkled from the day, as the liquor courses through his veins.
He looks goodâ too fucking good. And your drunk enough, no needy enough, or was it just enough of both? To stop pretending youâre not thinking about him as much as you do.
So you climb into his lap.
Slow. Unhurried. Like you this was the exact placed youâve wanted to be all night.
He inhaled sharply when your weight settles along his thighs, his hands instinctively gripping your hips guiding you exactly where he wants you. Hands mindlessly tracing down your sides, gliding against your curves before finally brushing at your feetâ thumb brushing over your manicured toes. Your hands rest at his shoulders, sliding your fingers along the soft hairs resting at the nape of his neck.
Then you lean in.
Kissing his jaw first, the sharp line of it. Then lower, where his pulse thrummed against the soft delicate skin. Your lips open just the slightestâ warm, slow, needy. His head tilts back, jaw tightening, eyes fluttering shut.
A shudder runs through him, a call of his name only gaining his attention for a brief second. A second to long in your hazed mind.
You donât use words. Just a soft, spoiled little sound in the back of your throat as you lips graze along his skin. A whiny, needy plea that heâs only just discovered that you have.
âmânot going anywhere pretty girl..â Voice low and deep like a weighted murmur, lust simmering right beneath the sound.
Then you do it.
A quiet pouty look, lower lip caught between your teeth, brows soft damn near pleading. Placing another kiss to his neck, followed by a soft frustrated sound. fingers sliding up his chestâ tugging at his chain, while your body dragged against him as if you could get any closer.
âyou gonâ just keep sittinâ here poutinâ in my lap,â lifting your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his low gaze head on. â or you gonâ tell me what you want?â
Your lips hover over hisâ close enough to taste the liquor he swallowed for you. Your head was light but the way tyriqâs fingers pressed into your hips made you feel so presentâ every inch of your body tuned into the drag of his hands.
You whisper, just barely audible.
âYou..â
âTyriq,â Your nose brushing his, lips ghosting over his mouth. âI want you..â
His pupils blow, eyes half-lidded, amused and aroused all at once. Giving you a look that shuts you up instantly.
He stands in one motion, taking you with himâ legs wrapping around his waist before you even think. His hands gripping beneath your thighs, carrying you in his string hold. Family is still laughing, dancing, drinking, but none of it touches you.
You gasp against his neck as he carries you through the side hallway, ignoring the call of his name, or anyone who might be watching. Shouldering open the nearest door. Itâs his old room. Dim. Quiet. The only sound is the distant bass from the living room and your quiet whimpers against his neck. He kicks the door closed behind him, locking it.
He drops you atop of the nearest dresser with a thud. Just hard enough to send a buzz to your already slicked clit. Your breath leaving in quick gasps when you back hits the cool surface of the wall.
He pulls you forward, hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass, pulling you right to the edge of the dresser. "You want me?"
You heart breaks wildly in your chest, small hands working up his strong armsâ from the forearm up to his juicy biceps. âriqâ your family..?â you questioned softly.
ânobody worried bout us..â His hands move from your hips to your back, pulling you closer until your chest presses against his. Your breasts pillowed perfectly against his hard chest, nipples pebbling through the thin fabric of your top. âI asked you a question..â
you nod, eyes dragging up to his, hazy and warm. full of drunken need, lingering too long in his mouth, his hands, his everything.
His hand moves to your face, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, pushing it down softly. He watches as your mouth parts slightly, tongue peaking out to wet your lips. He swallows hard, hand moving from your face to your throat.
"You been missinâ me that bad?".
You just smileâ a smile that was slow, tipsy, and full of truth. Your lips ghost against his neck, pressing a wet kiss against the spot that made him groan softly. Tyriq tilts his head back slightly, exposing more of his throat to you. The sound rumbling through his chest like a purr.
His fingers curled around your throat, flexing in a slow squeeze that made your body grow hot, using that grip to guide you off his neck. His lips hovering just above yours, teasing and tormenting.
His breath mingles with yours, warm and sweet from the liquor. He doesn't close the distance between your mouths, instead his hands slowly inch upwards. Pushing up that sweater dress until they reach your lace underwear.
He looks at your mouth.
Then your eyes.
Then back to your mouth.
fingers hooking beneath the fabric and gently pulls it to the side. Whispering against your lips. "Tell me to stop.."
But you donâtâ you canât.
Your eyes stay locked on his. Both of you looking each other through the same warm haze, drinking each other in.
His fingers slowly trace along your slit, feeling the wetness that's already gathered there. He groans softly against your lips, still grazing. âsâwet for meâŚâ He murmurs, fingers circling your clit lightly. He other hand ups your cheek, tilting your head back slightly. âopen for me?â
Your mouth opens, his strong hand keeping your head tilted just right for him as you let out soft purrs below. His mouth hovering just above yours, trickling spit into your mouth. Tongue snaking out, catching the spit before it can fall down your chin and swallowing it back down, hand on your throat tightening slightly as his finger dips inside you, mouth parting beneath his with a sweet moan, quickly replacing it with a bite of your bottom lip to quiet yourself.
âYou drunk..â he murmured against your mouth, his lips brushing against yours with every word. His gaze drops to your lips, watching the way they move as you breathe. As your tongue peeks out to wet your lips again. âDrunk as fuck ainât you?â
A slow smile spreads across your face, chin slicked with his spit. Slurring out a hum, when he fingers grooves itself deeper into your pussy. He murmurs approvingly, adding anotherâ stretching you out slowly.
His free hand moves to your hip, pulling you closer as his fingers curl inside of you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.
"You smell so good..."
You moan out, legs giving him a quick tremble when he finally found that spot. Walls sucking him in with a wet shlick, oozing out more slick off the sound of his voice alone. âfeels sâgood baby..â
"making my pretty girl feel good hm?" He hums against your neck, sucking a wet kiss there. He starts to slowly pump those fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. His voice drops lower, rumbling against your neck as he feels your walls sucking him in. "Pussy so wet for meâŚâ
Your whine grew louder, hips meeting his fingers with every thrust. Ears growing hot as he brought you close to the edge. His lips finally meet yours in a sloppy wet kiss, tongue pushing into your mouth to taste you.
Your lips broke away first, lungs working overtime to catch the same breath that was being stolen from you. Chest rising and falling against his, the edges of bliss still trembling through youâ hot, dizzying, almost too much.
and god you were so close.
That coil deep in your belly screwed tight around itself, ready to snap at any moment until it all disappears. Tyriq smirking against your lips, as he fingers slid out of your pussy. Eyes glued to your pretty face all the feelings that faded from it.
And he thought you wet so pretty like thisâ cheeks flushed, lips swollen, breath warm against his skin. Dizzy. Wanting. Trying to steady yourself.
âNah..â He shook his head slightly, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off. His tongue curling around his digits, cleaning them off thoroughly. He leaned back in, lips hovering just over yours. "That ainât what you been whining for all night.."
âRiqâ pleaseâŚâ You whine, your pussy was empty and clenching. His other hand moved to your inner thigh, slowly spreading your legs further apart, his thumb and forefingers, revealing your pretty little clit. His eyes flicked down between your legs before back up to your face.
He snaps his wrist, slapping it. Your back arches, mouth hanging opening,soundless. He smirks cruelly. Each smack of his fingers sends shockwaves through your body, keeping right on the edge. just how he wanted you.
Legs tensing when those thick digits swirl around your clit. Pussy pooling with slick, as your hands fumbled around himâ pulling at his belt frustratedly. Tyriq watches with an amused smile.
âTell me..â finally reaching down to help you with his belt. He undoes it slowly, watching your desperate state with amusement and hunger in his eyes.
âI already told you..â you whisper softly, tongue teasingly licked across his lips. âI want you.â
âI know..â
He murmured back. His lips brushing against yours with each word. He pulls away to pull his shirt off first, exposing his toned abs and muscular chest. He throws it somewhere across the room before he finally gets back to his belt. pushing his pants down just enough to free his thick dickâ grabbing it by the base, giving it a slow stroke while looking down at your sticky pussy.
You watch him in awe, fingers tracing every curve, dip, of his chest and abs. The way his dick bobbed up and down, precum beading off that pink throbbing tip. practically begging to be touched.
He uses his free hand to push your dress up further, exposing more of your thick thighs. Sliding up the sides of your curvy waist, exposing your soft belly and hard nipples. His heavy eyes dragging over your body with a bite of his lip.
âSee what you do to me?â
He whispers, tapping the head of his dick against your clit over and over. That beaded liquid mixing with your slick, making the most disgusting mess between your thighs. He steps closer, his hand wrapping around your thigh as he lifts it up and wraps it around his waist.
Your nearly folded, lip combo smeared sexily along his lips. Then he slides that fat tip over your buzzing clit,every ridge and vein of his dick pressing against the sensitive skin.
He watches as his dick slides through your slick lips, collecting more of that oozing wetness. Teasing your clit with just the tip, watching as it swelled and throbbed. âYou want this dick?â
You hum, listening to the sound of your slick as it glides through your folds. Whining whenever he that fat tip barely dipped into your clenching pussy.
âTell me you want it,â grabbing your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His gaze is stern, commanding. He watches as your pussy struggles to hold onto just the tip, clenching around it, hungry for more. Sinking just an inch before pulling out again. âThatâs all you gotta say..â
âI want it so bad baby..â you whine out, both you eyes lingering on each other slow and unsteady. His hips finally press forward never sinking deeper more a few inches into that clamping hole of yours, dick so thick your pussy clung to it like a second skin.
Your fingers dig at the skin of his back, lips parting in sync as the both of you let out a relieved moan.
Each thrust is slow and steady, as he stretches you open wide. Eyes rolling back whenever he sinks to a full six inches, Watching you two toned pussy cover his dick in your wet slick. âOpen her up fâme..â
He pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside. Pushing back in and hitting a spot inside that makes your legs tense around him.
âs-shitttttâ you mewl, just as he sinks deep inside of you. Pelvis flush with his as your pussy welcomed him with loud slick squelch.
"Justtt like that.." He smirks, his hips starting a slow grind against your pelvis. His thick length rubbing against that spot inside of you with every roll of his hips. Keeping one hand wrapped around your leg, holding it open wide while he fucked you deeply with slow, controlled thrusts. Tapping that cervix then slowly pulling out to watch those pink gushy walls grip at his dick so tight.
His hands slide down your neck, over your shoulders until they reach your arms. He lifts them above your head, pinning them there with one large hand. Fucking you steady, feeding you every thrust that his body rolled against you.
His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer as he continues to fuck you deeply. His hips moving in slow, deliberate circles against yours, ensuring that every thrust hits deep, making that pussy open up perfectly. âThis what you wanted? Hm?â
ânghhhhâyessss!â you whine long and hard, chest heaving to collect the same air tyriq knocked out of you. Thick dick dragging against your gushy walls. That pretty pout on your face that he never wanted to go away, âsâ fucking heavy daddy..â
âmhm heavy as fuck for my pretty girl." He pulls back slightly, looking down at where you were connected. Pelvis grinding against your clit with every downward stroke. Leaning down to kiss you deeply, swallowing every moan that left your lips.
And the kiss was so sloppy.
Your tongues mingling while he continued to stroke your pussy like he loved everything about you.
âoh. my. goâ why are you fucking me like thisss?â you whined mid stroke, thick dick hittin so deep it made you drool. Strokes becoming more steady than slow.
Tyriq ignores you though, focused on the way your slicked pooled around his dick. Dripping every single time he pulls out before pushing right back into your hot pussy. Each thrust deliberate and deep, thumb finding your clit and swirling. âShh, just feel it mama..â
And you did.
A pretty pout on your face as fucked every single inch into you, hitting so deep over and over. digging deeper than ever youâve ever felt before.
âThatâs a good fucking girl..â He groans, watching your pretty face contort with pleasure. His thick dick hitting so deep that your eyes watered slightly, the feeling overwhelming. Soreading your pussy lips apart, watching as he disappears completely inside you with each stroke.
âFat ass pussy taking that dick..â
Tyriq had your thighs spread so far they burned.
Fat mushroomed tip slamming against your cervix, digging a creamy slick out of that gushy pussy. grabbing your legs and pulling them back until your ankles were practically touching his red ears. opening you up impossibly wide.
âso fucking messy, just look..â
âmâ bout to cum daddyâ His fingers wrap messily into your big curls, pulling your head forward to watch as he strokes that pussy slow and deep. That white cream drowning his dick, milky white slick leaking where the two of you were connected. ânghhhhââ
It was becoming too much for the both of you.
"ouuuuuâ fuckkkk.." He moans.
Deep and begging as he starts to fuck you faster, harder, deeper. The wet sounds of your pussy echoing in the room in the most filthy ways.
You were just so fucking wet, messy, and taking every inch like you wanted to be full of him. His head falls back, eyes rolling as you swallowed all eight inches. losing himself in your pussy.
âshitttttâ He a moaning mess, watching your pussy eat his dick up greedily, squeezing his base everytime his pelvis met yours. Every thrust hitting something deep inside of you that made you moan and whine loudly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "This fucking pussy gon make me nut..."
âUnt-uh..â you whine out, legs trembling in his strong calloused hands, leaving crescent marks as they digging into your thighs. Roughly cupping his face stubbled jaw, âKeep those pretty eyes on me..â
He whines, his eyes snapping back to yours. Watches as your mouth drops open in pleasureâ your hair wild, breasts bouncing with each thrust, lips parted and sexy as fuck. Then he drops that dick, making your pussy spurt out a stream. Breaking down that damn that left you squirting on his dick.
âouuuuuâ fuck mommy. give me that shitâ
splattering all over his abs and dick, washing away the milky white cream that covered his dick only seconds ago.
Filling you up with the most whiney, pathetic moan.
âHappy. Fucking. Thanksgiving. Baby..â
ââââââââââââââââââââââ
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Jupiter Haze
Jon Bernthal x Black Female Reader
Summary: Seeing Jon smoke a joint one day sparks a desire that heâs more than happy to help you indulge in
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, drug mentions - weed, smut: high sex, dirty talk, intense and passionate fucking, multiple orgasms, shotgunning during oral (male receiving), pussy eating, creampie mentions, mention of tears during sex with reassuring check in
Word Count: 4.6k
Note: This gif has been living rent free since I saw it and I just had to write smutty stoned!jon, heâs so fine itâs ridiculous! Enjoy!
It just wasnât fair how charming and handsome he could be, it really wasnât. Especially not when he snuck a glance or two your way while you and the dogs cuddled up together, cause even sitting down, Jon Bernthal had you weak in the knees.
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dad!nanami headcannons (ËľË á ËËľ)
dad!nanami who tries to be more strict, but ends up spoiling your child rotten. toys litter the play room floor, all because they gave him puppy eyes while asking, âpretty please?â
dad!nanami who secretly wants your childâs first word to be dada. he speaks solely in the the third person to the young one in attempts to sway them. âdada just came home from work.â âcan you blow a kiss to dada?â âdada loves you very, very muchâ
dad!nanami who comes home exhausted from work, with piles of paperwork awaiting him on his desk. but the second the little one asks to read a bedtime story, he ditches his work and snuggles in bed, stuffed animals surrounding the two of them, until the child is fast asleep.
dad!nanami who worries himself silly over the thought of something happening to you or your child. he installs cameras all over the property, claiming heâd rather be safe than sorry.
dad!nanami who secretly loves doing tea parties with your daughter. she always dresses up in her ridiculous poofy dress with her tiara, and insists he dresses like a prince himself. they sip âteaâ from her small tea set with their pinkies pointed to the ceiling. and of course they exercise the best table manners ever, how could they not?
âhow was your day, kind sir?â your daughter asks, in a surprisingly good british accent.
âquite well, quite well. and how about yourself, madame?â your husband replies without missing a beat. they giggle over how silly they sound before getting back into character.
dad!nanami who practically buys everything off the shelves at the local bakery. he claims that the little one just loves bread and that he doesnât want to run out, but you know better. you find a loaf of the bakeryâs finest bread tucked away in one of his file cabinets.
dad!nanami who keeps a photo of you holding your child in your arms from that day in the hospital tucked in his wallet. he pulls it out during work to give him an extra boost of motivation. the weight is finally lifted off his shoulders, and he feels recharged. he gets back to work with a clear goal set in mind: coming home to you guys.
dad!nanami who insists on having another kid. he read somewhere that having siblings helps with core brain development especially social skills, and fosters critical problem solving skills. in reality, heâs selfish and wants to have two miniature versions of you running around the house.
dad!nanami who stays up all night watching tutorials to learn how to do your daughterâs hair. french braids? he can do them in his sleep. pigtails with beads? itâs his new favorite. a slick back bun? heâs already pulling out the gel. he wants his baby girl to not only look beautiful, but feel beautiful as well.
dad!nanami who accidentally falls asleep during family movie nights. moana, toy story, or whatever movie youâre watching plays in the background, lulling him to sleep, until he catches the little one trying to steal his snacks. eyes still closed, he moves the popcorn bowl away from the tiny, greedy hands without a word.
dad!nanami who to this day cannot believe how lucky he is to have married to you and start a family with you. heâll gladly spend every day for the rest of his life showing how much he loves his little family until the day he dies.
thank you to the anon that requested this! art credits: @ irajams
sigh, i know this can be seen as toxic sometimes, but...
sukuna always fixing your clothes when you're out.
pulling your top up with a big unapologetic hand when it dips too low, giving a generous view of your breasts.
pulling your skirt down and coming to stand behind you when you bend over carelessly, almost flashing everyone around you.
you can certainly wear whatever you want, he doesn't control you, but there are limits.
"you tryna give everyone a free show or something?"
you smile up at him, carefree, tilting your head all cute. "you'd never let that happen, baby."
"tch." he rolls his eyes playfully, trying to hide his smirk as he slides his arm around your waist, pride filling his chest as he scans the room, sure to scare anyone off that looks at you for too long.
"damn right."
Birthday boy
Summary: Your best friend was turning 27, and despite his many protests, you were throwing him a party, and of course, he was grateful.
Context: unpocted sex (p in v), 69, missionary, slight talking her through it, spanking (?), nipple piercings, drinking, etc
Word count â 5.7k
Babble; I know it's well late, but it's never too late to celebrate our boy x happy 27th Lord explosion murder God Dynamight
The blonde tsk'd at the many text messages that lit up his screen. He had woken up early for a good workout at the gym; he had taken a couple of days off from the agency, but that didn't mean he could slack off.
Even if it was his birthday.
âFuckinâ extrasâŚâ he muttered under his breath, shoving the phone face-down on the bench before grabbing his towel. He already knew what most of those messages wereâhalf-assed âhappy birthdays,â
Katsuki cursed at the sound of his phone going off again. The name flashed across his screen.
"What do you want?"
"Hah, is that how you speak to your bestfriend?"
He rolled his eyes, already dragging the towel over the back of his neck as he headed toward the lockers.
"It is when you're calling me in the middle of my set."
ꎟ DO YOU SEE THE VISION !
cw: pornstar!au, p in v, yearning, masturbation, male whimpering, penetrative sex, hickeys, biting, talking you through it, he's described as big, back scratching, creampied, a little aftercare not proofread, art by @torucider.
â Featuring pornstar!choso is so hot, you might just die.
pornstar!choso who'd become famous for his work, through making rough yet intimate films with his costars. Where they didn't come off as just some guy fucking people, but like two people truly making love.
The soft whimpers he would make when he'd get close, the groans as the other person's nails bit into his back, and the lazy grin he'd shoot the camera after shooting a load into his costar drove fans wild.
pornstar!choso whispers sweet praises to each girl & guy so naturally, and just loud enough for the mics to pick them up, with such tender touches that he used to spark dating rumors with each new scene he did.
pornstar!choso never really dated after getting into the business. He'd gone on a few dates here and there, two flings to blow off steam but didn't have an actual relationship after his career grew.
After being asked by a fan if he was in a relationship or not, he stated, "It wouldn't be fair," & he wouldn't want his lover to have access to countless videos of him fucking other women, and he comes home not being as overtly sexual as he is in media.
pornstar!choso forgot all the logic he'd come up with for that rule the moment his eyes landed on youâhe even thought it was one of his stupidest ideas to date.
He watched as you lit up the room with a smile, greeting all your friends before finally making your way over to him & Yuji.
pornstar!choso made a mental note to thank Yuji for dragging him downstairs to come hang out with his friend & stop being a recluse as you shook his hand telling him how nice it was to meet him.
pornstar!choso was surprised to find out you knew what he did for a living & weren't asking a thousand questions about "How he can do it?" or "Do you ever look forward to fucking a certain coworker?"
He was even more surprised to find out you wanted to be friends with him. Sure, people "didn't care" about his job all the time, but people still acted weird about his job and often chose not to pursue a friendship.
pornstar!choso was pleasantly surprised to see you always shut down Yuji's friends for making jokes about "Yuji's slutty brother," as if choso wasn't in the room, & found it endearing when you'd rub his shoulder after and apologize on their behalf.
It was nice, not being viewed just as some object for other people's entertainment for a while.
pornstar!choso who always assured you that he & Yuji could handle the jokesâsince he'd started before Yuji had finished high school. "He'd heard just about every joke anyone could come up with about his job."
He still made it clear that he was thankful for your kindness, even if it was unnecessary.
pornstar!choso soon noticed just how protective you'd get over him & Yuji, & at first thought you must have a crush on his baby brother, until one night he came down to the kitchen while you were over and saw how fast your eyes lit up at seeing him.
It was like everything fell into place, all the soft touches, how you'd brush his hair from his eyes when sitting together, how you'd ramble on & on to him, seeing how excited you were to talk to him finally made it click.
pornstar!choso who, after grabbing a drink & saying his goodnights, retreated back into his bedroom & ended up fisting his cock to the thought of you, the thought of you wrapped around his twitching length & had to clasp a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans.
He ended up finishing faster than a virgin for the first time in years at the thought of you taking all of him.
pornstar!choso started avoiding youâfinding reasons to just hide out in his room whenever you were over. Every time he saw you, he was reminded of the images that popped up in his mind. Riding him, sucking him off, on the couch, bent over the kitchen table, in the shower, against the wall.
Each time he saw your smiling eyes, something new popped up in his head.
pornstar!choso didn't realize until his manager pointed it out after filming a few scenes, but he'd started getting "Rougher" with the girls during shoots, and it hit him like a bag of bricks, all his pent-up frustrations over you had started leaking into his professional life.
He was barely done getting dressed before he was driving to your apartment & banging on the doorâand when it opened, he didn't know what to say & just pulled your lips against his.
pornstar!choso & you barely processed what was happening before he had you over your couch, sinking each thick inch into your quivering cunt.
His mouth found home on your throat, sucking softly as whimpers of his name escaped your lips & your legs locked around his hips.
pornstar!choso who whispered how good you were doing & cupped your cheek as he finally bottomed out, blushing at the sight of you below him before giving an experimental thrust.
The shock value of it stretching you was too much, & you sank your nails into his back instantly stopping him in his tracks.
pornstar!choso who talked you through it until you adjusted to his size, kissing your temple & praising how good you felt.
Once he got your all clear, his hips were frantic, meeting yours in sloppy thrusts, moaning at the sensations of you clawing at his back.
pornstar!choso who was unable to muffle his mewls as your climaxes approached, opting to crush your lips against yours as white-hot pleasure tore through two both of you.
He felt like he was in heaven as he finished, painting your insides in sync with your orgasm, Choso's breath unsteady, but kissed up your shoulder whispering praises of how good you felt.
pornstar!choso who blushed at the sight of his sperm leaking out of you as he pulled out, swiping the dribbling off as your thighs clenched around his hand at the sensation.
He blushed once more before tucking his face into your shoulder with a pitiful laugh.
pornstar!choso & you end up laughing for a few minutes before you drag him into a cuddling position on the couch, teasing him for being so flustered, and he apologized for being so rough.
pornstar!choso who ended up sleeping over after you groaned & crawled on top of him, telling him to "just shut up already", and stretched out comfortably on his chest.
His muscular chest was nice to lie on, accompanied by his arm wrapped comfortably around you, fingers stroking your back till you fell asleep.
pornstar!choso had to turn his phone off after Yuji started spam texting him, trying to find out why he was at your apartment building at two am.
đ§đ¨đđ : rewrote my first choso fic. original.
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âyou did the impossibleâ mdni.
ââŚhowâd you do it?â his voice rough, heavy from sleep and rubs the top of your head.
in response you sigh, both of you waking up from a rough night âwhat?â
âtâget me to fall in love with youâ he caresses your cheek and plants a peck on your forehead. âi didnât tell you, but you know i swore off love after my late wife passedâ you brows knit together.
you shrug and he kisses your temple, pulling you closer to his wide chest. âI donât know jiâ âwas probably your damn attitudeâ he grunts.
âyou saved me ma, seriouslyâ he puts his face in your hair and takes a deep breath âlove âya.â
âmm, love you too jiâ you mumble against his chest and kiss it lightly. âcan I haveââ âno toji, stop tryna manipulate meâ he chuckles. âjust kidding, but seriously whatâs for breakfast?â âdoordash it toji, my legs hurtâ
he smiles âall that i did for you, ân you still dunno how to thank me?â you sigh as his hands slide down from your back to your thighs as he slowly kneads his fist into the right places.
he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck placing light but long kisses there. âtojiiiâ you whine out. âmhm?â âfine fine, what do you want?â he grins against your neck.
âanythinâ, i love yer cooking mamaâ he slides his arms around your waist.
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૮ę°Ëśâ˘ŕź â˘Ëśęąá⥠Husband Toji! taking care of your pregnant self while you sleep!
You woke up briefly when a warm hand brushed against your shoulder.
âbabyâŚâ
His voice was rough with sleep.
You barely managed a confused noise before he carefully slid an arm beneath you and guided you onto your side.
You blinked. âWhat are you doing?â
âYou were on your back again.â
âIâm comfortable.â
âI know.â He tucked a pillow behind you so you wouldnât roll over immediately. âBut i read thatâs not how youâre supposed to sleep right now.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âYou read one articleâ
âI read six.â
His hand settled over your hip for a second, making sure you stayed on your side before pulling the blanket back over you.
âGo back to sleep.â
A few minutes later, after heâd drifted off, you rolled onto your back again.
The next thing you knew, he was half-awake mumbling something unintelligible as he gently nudged you back onto your side without opening his eyes.
It had become a habit.
Every time he caught you sleeping on your back, heâd quietly reposition you, fluff your pillows, kiss your forehead, and fall asleep again like a man personally assigned to guard both you and the baby.
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run bunny.á run bunny.á run, run, run.á
Toji fucks you through your high, but he doesnât let you run from it like you usually did.
âş smut, porn with no plot, edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia(?), rough, pet names (bunny, good/my bunny), whining, consensual!
~ 600 words
There you were laying on the mattress, clawing your nails in Tojiâs skin, straddling him tight.
The room was filled with a scent of sex and the whines you could no longer suppress.
His dick was completely buried in your slick little pussy, thrusting in and out so hard the bed couldnât stand it.
âNgh~ Toji~ I- Iâm so closeâŚâ
Toji growled low, knowing he wasnât about to just stop. He wasnât even close to finishing.
Your cries got louder just by the ticklish feeling inside you, and your nails scratched painfully, almost predatory on Tojiâs skin.
âOh BunnyâŚâ he chuckled, watching you tremble under his heavy body. His dick thrusted in and out, never loosing the rhythm that made you mad inside and toes curling on the outside.
You were so impossibly close, moaning gibberish. âToji~ ahh.áâ
And there it was. This electric shock wave that struck you when he made you cum so damn hard.
But he wouldnât let you off so easily.
He grabbed your hips tight, not letting you calm down for even a moment.
He kept thrusting, hitting your now oversensitive spot until you were a trembling wreck.
âToji- please~ uh.á I- I canât-â
With a swift motion, he pulled out of you and turned you around so you were pointing at him with your wet pussy. Your face was hidden in the pillow, your hands trying to claw something to hold on to â this time the sheets.
With both hands, comfortably around your hips, he pushed back into your warm and tight pussy.
If you had bunny ears, they would have folded all the way to your back from this unbelievable full feeling. But it was just this cute little nickname he gave you.
Toji groaned low in your ear. âYou can do it, Bunny.â A sharp clap hit your butt as he hit your spot at the same time once more.
Your eyes teared up from this overstimulation. Not the clap was the trigger, no, it was this fucking hot feeling in your pussy that wouldnât stop tickling and sparking. It was truly maddening.
Back arched and breath taken, you whimpered and cried out the most softest moans Toji has ever heard from you. It made him even harder than he was already.
He could feel that he wouldnât hold on for long, but that wasnât making it easier for you.
One hand slipped from your hip between your thighs, slowly finding the swollen pearl in between your slick folds.
Your teeth sunk sharp into the pillow, muffles moans filling the room.
âUh- running wonât help my bunny. Donât even need to try. Ugh-â
Toji himself couldnât suppress his own moans any longer and sped up his thrusts.
And, oh goodness, was he rough.
Almost too rough for your throbbing, pulsing pussy.
It wasnât far until you would come the second time, even harder than the first time, and it couldnât be more obvious.
âGood Bunny. Let it all out. Ugh- Donât hold back.â
So you didnât.
One last time your nails painfully scratched over the sheets and you moaned almost hoarse into the pillow while your body trembled now violently.
At the same time Toji groaned predatory into your neck, his abs kissing your arched back.
You couldnât but just drop into the mattress.
Heavy breathing filled all the silence as Toji dropped right next to you, pulling you onto his chest.
âI told you, bunny. You canât run from me.â
a/n: a little Toji smut before continuing the Megumi fic ;) enjoy!
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cw: smut(mdni),, p in v, kissing, unprotected sex, mention of drgs (w333d) , soft!connie, crampie, doggy.
plug!connie x black!fem!reader.
The glow of your phone screen was the only light in your dim bedroom, casting a soft blue across your face as you lay sprawled across your sheets. Youâd been scrolling for the better part of an hour, bored out of your mind, when the thought hit youâa blunt would make this night actually bearable. Your usual guy was dry, but you knew someone else who always came through.
You tapped open your messages with Connie, the name saved with a little leaf emoji next to it. Youâd met him through a mutual friend a few months back, and heâd been your backup plug ever since. Reliable, chill, and never tried to short you. You typed out a quick text:
âHey, you around? Need a dub. Can I swing by?â
You hit send and tossed the phone onto the bed, waiting. A few minutes later, it buzzed.
âYeah Iâm home. You got the cash?â
You bit your lip. That was the thingâyouâd spent your last twenty on lunch earlier, and your paycheck wasnât hitting until tomorrow. You weighed your options, then typed back, trying to keep it light.
âActually Iâm short rn. Can I get it on credit? Iâll pay you tomorrow for sure.â
The reply came faster than you expected.
âLol nah, I donât do credit. But I got another option for you. Check your messages.â
Your brow furrowed. Another option? Before you could ask, a video popped up. You hesitated for a second, then tapped it.
The video was dark at first, then a familiar figure came into viewâConnie, shirt off, phone angled down toward his lap. He was stroking himself slowly, his cock already hard and glistening at the tip. He didnât say anything, just breathed heavy, his hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. The video was maybe thirty seconds long, ending with a soft grunt and the camera cutting off.
Your heart was thumping. You stared at the screen for a long moment, then your phone buzzed again.
âPull up to my house. I got what you need. Both of us.â
You read the message twice, your stomach doing a little flip. Part of you wanted to play it cool, act like you werenât already wet from that video. But the other partâthe part that had been bored and restless and craving somethingâalready knew what you were going to do.
You sat up, typed back a single word:
âBet.â
Twenty minutes later, you were pulling into the driveway of his small brick house on the quieter side of town. The porch light was on, and you could see the silhouette of him through the front window, waiting. You killed the engine, grabbed your purse, and walked up to the door.
He opened it before you could knock.
Connie stood there in gray sweats and a loose black hoodie, no shoes, his hair a little messy. He gave you that easy grin, the one that always made you feel like you were in on a joke with him.
âKnew youâd come,â he said, stepping aside to let you in.
âDonât get too cocky,â you shot back, stepping past him into the living room. It was tidy enoughâcouch, coffee table with a PlayStation controller on it, a few empty soda cans. The smell of weed lingered faintly, mixing with the scent of his laundry detergent.
He closed the door and leaned against it, arms crossed. âSo you saw the video, huh.â
You felt heat creep up your neck, but you kept your voice steady. âYeah, I saw it. And Iâm still here, arenât I?â
His grin widened. He pushed off the door and walked past you toward the kitchen. âYou want something to drink first? Water, soda? Or you wanna cut to the chase?â
You followed him, leaning against the counter. âI mean⌠I didnât drive all this way just for a soda.â
He laughed, low and warm, and turned to face you. âAlright then.â He reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a small plastic baggie with weed, tossing it onto the counter between you. âThatâs yours. No charge.â
You raised an eyebrow. âJust like that?â
âJust like that,â he said, stepping closer. âBut you gotta earn it.â
You knew what he meant. The air between you thickened, and you didnât look away. âAnd how do I do that?â
He reached out, fingers brushing your wrist, then traced a slow line up your arm. âJust let me have you tonight. Simple as that.â
Your breath hitched. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you gently toward him. âYou want that?â he asked, voice lower now.
You nodded, and he kissed you.
It wasnât soft. It was hungry, his mouth pressing against yours, tongue sliding in before you could think. His other hand found your waist, pulling you into him, and you could feel how hard he already was through his sweats. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, âLetâs take this to the bedroom.â
You followed him down the hall, past a bathroom, into his room. It was messyâclothes on a chair, unmade bedâbut you didnât care. He turned to you, hands already finding the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. His eyes ran over your body, taking in your brown skin in the dim lamplight.
âFuck,â he breathed, his hands cupping your breasts through your bra. âYouâre so beautiful.â
You unbuttoned your jeans, pushed them down, and he dropped to his knees, helping you step out of them. He pressed his face against your thigh, kissing the skin, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. He looked up at you, a question in his eyes.
âYeah,â you said, breathless. âGo ahead.â
He tugged them down slowly, his mouth following the trail of fabric, kissing your hip, your belly, the inside of your thigh. When you were naked except for your bra, he stood up, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you flush against him.
âLay on the bed,â he said, his voice rough. âOn your stomach.â
You did, crawling onto the mattress, your heart pounding. You heard the rustle of fabricâhim pulling off his hoodie, his sweats. Then the bed dipped, and his hands were on your hips, lifting them slightly, positioning you.
His cock brushed against your wetness, teasing, and you let out a shaky breath. âConnieâŚâ
âI know,â he murmured, leaning over you, his chest warm against your back. âI got you.â
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and you gasped, gripping the sheets. He was thick, filling you up just right, and he groaned as he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against your shoulder.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he whispered, his voice strained.
Then he started to move.
At first it was slow, deep thrusts that had you moaning into the mattress. His hand came around to grip your hip, steadying you, and the other snaked under your body to find your clit, rubbing in tight circles.
âOh, shit,â you breathed. âRight there.â
âLike that? Yeah?â His voice was right in your ear, his pace picking up.
The sounds filled the roomâthe wet slap of skin, your gasps, his grunts. He was fucking you harder now, and you couldnât hold back the noises that escaped you.
âAhâfuck, Connie, pleaseââ
âPlease what?â He drove deeper, hitting a spot that made your vision blur. âTell me.â
âDonât stop, donâtâaahâright there, yesââ
He complied, his rhythm turning frantic, his breathing ragged. You could feel the pressure building low in your belly, your toes curling.
âIâm close,â you whimpered.
âLet go,â he grunted, his hand on your clit working softly. âI feel you, come on, let go for me.â
And you did, a moan tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed through you, your body trembling. He kept fucking you through it, his own breath hitching, and then he was coming too, a low groan as he buried himself deep, his hips stuttering.
He collapsed over you, his weight a comforting pressure, both of you breathing hard. After a moment, he pulled out and rolled onto his back, reaching over to run a hand down your spine.
âThat wasâŚâ he started, then laughed softly. âYeah. That was good.â
You turned your head to look at him, a lazy smile on your lips. âThe weed better still be on the counter.â
He barked a laugh, pulling you into his side. âItâs yours. And if you want, you can crash here. We can roll one up in a bit.â
You settled against him, your cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. Outside, the night was quiet, and inside, you felt warm and spent and satisfied.
âYeah,â you murmured. âThat sounds good.â
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cw: smut(mdni), rough unprotected sex, blow job, hand job, pussy eating, missionary, cumshot, titie sucking, doggy, fake sweet act!reader, sub!reader, dom!sukuna, fingering, sukuna calls reader princess, hyperfeminine!reader.
plug!sukuna x good girl!black!fem!reader
visual (+18)
You met Sukuna through Gojo, because of course you did. Gojo always had a way of dragging you into situations you had no business being inâlike that house party in the heart of the city where the music thumped so hard the floor vibrated through your heels. You were supposed to be home by midnight, tucked into your suburban bed like the good girl everyone thought you were. But your crew? They knew better. They knew you liked the edge, the danger, the kind of men who made your mamaâs church friends clutch their pearls.
And then there he was.
Sukuna leaned against a leather couch in the back room, two girls on either side of him like ornaments, but his eyes tracked you the second you walked in with Gojo. He didnât smile. He didnât have to. The power rolled off him in wavesâexpensive cologne, gold chains, and a gaze that peeled back every layer of your âsweet suburban princessâ act.
âThatâs her?â Sukunaâs voice cut through the bass, low and amused.
Gojo clapped you on the shoulder. âDonât let the skirt fool you. Sheâs got a taste for trouble.â
You tilted your head, letting your ponytail sway, and gave him that soft smile that always made people underestimate you. âHi.â
Sukunaâs lips curled. âCute.â
That was two hours ago. Now the party had thinned out, and you were in his bedroomâhis actual bedroom, because the man didnât mess around. The door clicked shut behind you, and the air changed. Thick. Heavy.
You turned to face him, your pink babydoll dress riding up your thighs. It was short, lace-trimmed, with a plunging neckline that showed off the curve of your tits. Your heelsâclear plastic strap-onsâmade your legs look miles long. And your skin, rich brown and glowing under the dim gold light, was bare except for the thin strap of your thong, which youâd bought specifically for nights like this.
Sukuna didnât say a word. He just stalked toward you, slow, deliberate, his pink hair falling over his forehead. He had a look on his face like he was about to tear into a meal. And you? You bit your lip, letting your lashes drop, playing the shy girl.
âI donât usually do this,â you whispered, voice all honey.
He laughed. A low, rough chuckle that sent a shiver straight to your cunt.
âYeah, Princess. I bet you donât.â
His hand came up, grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. You gaspedâhalf surprise, half pleasureâand he leaned down, mouth hovering over your ear.
âGojo told me all about you. Sweet girl from the suburbs, hangs with the wrong crowd. Gets off on being bad. But you know what I love?â His tongue traced the shell of your ear. âFake innocent girls. They always scream the loudest.â
You whimpered. Not a real soundâyou wanted this, wanted him to break you open. But you let it slip anyway, because the act was part of the game.
He shoved you backward onto the bed. You bounced, skirt riding up, exposing the damp spot on your thong. Sukunaâs eyes dropped, and he grinned.
âDamn. Already wet, Princess? And I ainât even touch you yet.â
You spread your legs just a little, letting him see. âMaybe I just⌠like the atmosphere.â
He unbuckled his belt, slow, the metal jingling. âNah. You like being told what to do. You like being used.â
Your breath hitched. Because he was right, and he knew it.
He climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of your hips, and yanked down the bodice of your dress. Your tits spilled out, nipples hard, and he didnât waste time. He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing until you arched your back and moanedâa real one, this time.
âMmmphâfuck, âkunaâŚâ
âMm. Thatâs it. Let me hear you.â
His hand slid down your stomach, under the lace of your thong, and two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning. You cried out, back bowing, as he pumped them in and out, curling against that spot that made your vision blur.
âSo tight for a âgood girl,ââ he growled. âBet your little church friends donât know you like this. Bet they donât know how you drip when a man tells you to beg.â
âPleaseââ you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for.
âPlease what, Princess?â He pulled his fingers out, shiny with your wetness, and brought them to your mouth. âClean âem.â
You opened your lips, tasting yourself on his fingers, salty and sweet. Your eyes stayed on his the whole time.
He smirked. âGood girl. Now get on your knees.â
You scrambled up, turning around, dropping to your knees on the plush carpet. You heard the zipper of his pants, the rustle of fabric, and then the heavy slap of his cock against his stomach. When you looked back, your mouth went dry.
He was thick. Veiny. The head flushed deep red, already slick with precum. He wrapped his hand around the base and tapped it against your cheek.
âOpen up, Princess. Show me how a good girl sucks cock.â
You parted your lips, stuck out your tongue, and let him guide the head past your teeth. The taste hit youâsalt, musk, pure male heatâand you moaned as you took him deeper. Your hands gripped his thighs, and you worked your mouth up and down, hollowing your cheeks, letting spit drip down your chin.
âFuckâyeah, just like that,â he grunted, his hand in your hair, guiding your rhythm. âLook at you. Pretty little suburban princess, gagging on my dick. What would your mama say?â
You couldnât answer. You were too busy taking him all the way, throat relaxing, tears pricking your eyes. But you didnât stop. You let him fuck your face, his hips thrusting shallow, his balls slapping against your chin.
âMmâsh-shitââ The half-finished sounds fell from his lips. âGonnaâyou want it, Princess? You want me toâ?â
You pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. âNo. Not yet. I want you inside me.â
He hauled you up by the arm, bent you over the edge of the bed, and ripped your thong off. The fabric toreâyou didnât care. He pushed your upper body down, arching your back, your ass in the air. His hand came down on one cheek, a sharp slap that made you yelp.
âThatâs for being greedy.â
Then he spread you open, and you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. He didnât tease. He shoved in, all at once, a thick, brutal stretch that pulled a scream from your throat.
âAhâfuck! âKunaaâ!â
âYeah. Take it. Take all of it.â
He started to pound into you, his hips slapping against your ass, the sound wet and obscene. Skin on skin. The bed frame creaked. Your tits swung with every thrust, your nails digging into the duvet.
You couldnât think. You could only feelâhis cock hitting that spot deep inside, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, his voice growling in your ear.
âThis what you wanted, Princess? This what you came for? To get your tight little pussy wrecked by a plug?â
âYesâyesâdonât stopâplease donât stopââ
He leaned over, his chest against your back, and reached around to grab your tits, pinching your nipples. âBeg for it. Say my name.â
âSukunaâSukuna, pleaseâI needâIâm gonna cumââ
âNot yet.â He pulled out abruptly, leaving you empty, trembling. You whined at the loss.
âTurn over.â
You flipped onto your back, legs open, pussy glistening. He crawled over you, positioned himself, and entered you again in one smooth motion. This time you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Missionary. Eye contact. His face above yours, those dark eyes burning.
âLook at me when I fuck you, Princess.â
You nodded, unable to speak. He started a slower rhythm, grinding his hips against yours, the friction sending sparks through your whole body. He dipped his head and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and you bucked against him.
âOhâoh, godâright thereâIâm gonnaâmmâfuck, Sukunaââ
âCum for me,â he said, his voice a command. âI can feel you throbbing. Let go.â
And you did. Your orgasm ripped through you, your back arching, your walls clenching around him, a scream tearing from your throat. He kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, fucking you through the aftershocks.
âThatâs it. Good fucking girl.â
But he wasnât done. He pulled out again, flipped you over onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up. His cock slid back in, wet with your cum, and he set a punishing pace.
âGonna fill this ass up, Princess. Gonnaâmmâfuck, so tightâcanâtâsh-shitââ
He was close. You could hear it in his ragged breathing, in the way his grip tightened on your hips. He leaned forward, his chest on your back, and his hand snaked around to rub your clit.
âOne more,â he growled. âOne more for me.â
You were oversensitive, but his fingers on your clit pushed you over the edge again. You came with a broken cry, your whole body shaking.
Sukuna pulled out at the last second, his hand wrapping around his cock, a few rapid strokes. Then the first hot rope of cum splashed across your ass. Then another, and another, painting your brown skin white. He groaned, low and long, as he emptied himself onto you.
For a moment, the only sound was your harsh breathing. Then he flopped down beside you, arm over his eyes.
After a second, he said, âYou ainât sweet at all, Princess.â
You smiled, still catching your breath, your ass sticky with his cum.
âNobody has to know.â
He snorted. âOh, Gojo knows. He knew exactly what he was dropping off.â
You turned your head to look at him, your mascara smudged, your lipstick wrecked. âAnd you? You gonna tell?â
He reached over, grabbed your chin, and kissed you hardâa possessive, tongue-twisting kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded.
âNah. I think Iâm gonna keep you.â
You shivered, and not from the cold. Because you knew, right then, that youâd let him.
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Lazy sex with Suguru Geto
| â .⌠ÝË synopsis; getting high with geto + sex = lazy sex
| â .⌠ÝË cw; mdni, smut dabble, black!reader, slightly rushed, p in v, dirty talk, smoking, unprotected sex
how you ended up in getoâs bed, face down ass up? you donât know, it all happened so fast. one moment youâre smoking a blunt with geto in his room, the next? youâre making out.
getoâs hips stay idle as he takes a hit of the blunt, watching your hips slowly push back on his flush, hard dick with low eyes. he blows the smoke into the air, one large thick hand stays sprawled against your lower back, guiding you back and forth on his dick.
you let out a tiny, breathy moan into his pillow as his tip hits that gushy spot inside you. you lift your head off the pillow and look back at him, your heavy lidded eyes meet his hazy, red ones.
âstop hogging the blunt.â you groan as you watch him take another slow hitâblowing it into the air againâunbothered.
your body jerks forward as a loud moan is drawn from your plump, swollen lips when getoâs hips snap against yours. the low sound of his chuckling fills your ears. âwanna try that again?â his tone low and cocky, pulling you back against his dick.
âmmnghâyouâre soââ your words die in your throat when getoâs long, slim fingers feel up your thigh, finding your aching clit and starts rubbing slow, agonizing circles around the bundle of nerves causing you to cry out his name.
âmm, youâre so reactive,â he grunts, fingers quicken when you clench around him again. âthis pretty little pussy milkinâ me so well.. so greedy.â he groans as he watches himself drag against your gushy folds.
âhgn!âf-fuck,â your head falls back onto his pillow that smells like cigarette smoke and something uniquely him. your hands pull at the sheets as your thighs start to shake more aggressively.
the blunt? forgotten. geto stubbed it out on a random ashtray, his full attention solely on him disappearing inside your dripping, needy pussy.
the sound of your wet, gushing pussy fills the dimly lit room every time geto slides between your glistening folds. your pretty little moans and whimpers are music to his ears as he watches your desperate attempts to make him go faster.
âtell me how much you want it,â he grunts, his hand sprawled against your lower back glides up your back until heâs gripping your nape, pulling you up into a mean arch. âtell me.â
in one sharp motion, his hips snap against your ass, pace picking up as his hand moves to grip your jaw, your ass pushed firmly against his pelvis, deepening you into a meaner arch.
âi want it s-so bad,â you whine as geto starts to kiss down your neck, the sensitive skin hot with a glint of sweat. âp-please.. i want you.â
a loud yelp leaves your lips when he pushes you back into the sheets, his pace causing your body to jerk violently against the creaking mattress. his pace is animalistic, like you giving him permission to ruin you unleashed something primal in him.
your cries and whimpers get lost in you throat from the overwhelming feeling of his tip repeatedly kissing your cervix, abusing your gummy walls.
âfuckâthink Iâm in love with this pussy,â he grits through his teeth, watching the way your plump, juicy ass ripples everytime his hips meet yours.
you feel your inner muscles spasm around him, pulling a high pitch whine from your lips. youâre so close and geto knows it too by the way his hand pushes you harder into the mattress. âmâgonna.. gonnaââ your words get caught in your throat as your orgasm hits you like a brick. your body shake violently as you cum around his dick with a loud scream.
âyeaaa, thatâs right. cum on this dick, baby,â he coaxes as he feels his own release building. geto works you through your orgasm with long, deep strokes, grunting, watching the way your white cream coats him. your breathing is heavy as you come down from your high, limbs going limp as geto uses you like a toy.
geto keeps his trust slow as he releases into your sopping, oversensitive pussy. he fills you up so nicely, his release mixing with your sweet nectar, his cum stuffs you full before seeping out the sides of your stretched out pussy before pulling out, collapsing next to you on his back.
you collapse onto your stomach with a heavy sigh. the sticky sensation of the your mixed releases dripping out of you makes your nose scrunch up.
plop. plop. plop.
âyouâre dripping all over my bed, sweetheart,â geto teases with a lazy smirk as he watches the slow rise of your chest against his pillow, your limp, ruined figure.
your hair is a mess, salvia smeared against your face, the mess between your legs. âmm, itâs your fault.. so shut it.â you mumble into the bed, eliciting a deep, sexy chuckle from his lips.
âyes, maâam.â his gaze never leaves your face as he watches the way your eyelashes flutter, the heaviness of your lidded eyes, those juicy, plump lips, the dim light of his room reflecting on your perfect, chocolate skin.
..heâs never letting you go.
| â .⌠ÝË Iâll try to post more since itâs summer, and as always feedback and critique is welcomed. ďžđś
cw: smut(mdni), rough unprotected sex, blow job, hand job, pussy eating, missionary, cumshot, titie sucking, doggy, fake sweet act!reader, sub!reader, dom!sukuna, fingering, sukuna calls reader princess, hyperfeminine!reader.
plug!sukuna x good girl!black!fem!reader
visual (+18)
You met Sukuna through Gojo, because of course you did. Gojo always had a way of dragging you into situations you had no business being inâlike that house party in the heart of the city where the music thumped so hard the floor vibrated through your heels. You were supposed to be home by midnight, tucked into your suburban bed like the good girl everyone thought you were. But your crew? They knew better. They knew you liked the edge, the danger, the kind of men who made your mamaâs church friends clutch their pearls.
And then there he was.
Sukuna leaned against a leather couch in the back room, two girls on either side of him like ornaments, but his eyes tracked you the second you walked in with Gojo. He didnât smile. He didnât have to. The power rolled off him in wavesâexpensive cologne, gold chains, and a gaze that peeled back every layer of your âsweet suburban princessâ act.
âThatâs her?â Sukunaâs voice cut through the bass, low and amused.
Gojo clapped you on the shoulder. âDonât let the skirt fool you. Sheâs got a taste for trouble.â
You tilted your head, letting your ponytail sway, and gave him that soft smile that always made people underestimate you. âHi.â
Sukunaâs lips curled. âCute.â
That was two hours ago. Now the party had thinned out, and you were in his bedroomâhis actual bedroom, because the man didnât mess around. The door clicked shut behind you, and the air changed. Thick. Heavy.
You turned to face him, your pink babydoll dress riding up your thighs. It was short, lace-trimmed, with a plunging neckline that showed off the curve of your tits. Your heelsâclear plastic strap-onsâmade your legs look miles long. And your skin, rich brown and glowing under the dim gold light, was bare except for the thin strap of your thong, which youâd bought specifically for nights like this.
Sukuna didnât say a word. He just stalked toward you, slow, deliberate, his pink hair falling over his forehead. He had a look on his face like he was about to tear into a meal. And you? You bit your lip, letting your lashes drop, playing the shy girl.
âI donât usually do this,â you whispered, voice all honey.
He laughed. A low, rough chuckle that sent a shiver straight to your cunt.
âYeah, Princess. I bet you donât.â
His hand came up, grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. You gaspedâhalf surprise, half pleasureâand he leaned down, mouth hovering over your ear.
âGojo told me all about you. Sweet girl from the suburbs, hangs with the wrong crowd. Gets off on being bad. But you know what I love?â His tongue traced the shell of your ear. âFake innocent girls. They always scream the loudest.â
You whimpered. Not a real soundâyou wanted this, wanted him to break you open. But you let it slip anyway, because the act was part of the game.
He shoved you backward onto the bed. You bounced, skirt riding up, exposing the damp spot on your thong. Sukunaâs eyes dropped, and he grinned.
âDamn. Already wet, Princess? And I ainât even touch you yet.â
You spread your legs just a little, letting him see. âMaybe I just⌠like the atmosphere.â
He unbuckled his belt, slow, the metal jingling. âNah. You like being told what to do. You like being used.â
Your breath hitched. Because he was right, and he knew it.
He climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of your hips, and yanked down the bodice of your dress. Your tits spilled out, nipples hard, and he didnât waste time. He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing until you arched your back and moanedâa real one, this time.
âMmmphâfuck, âkunaâŚâ
âMm. Thatâs it. Let me hear you.â
His hand slid down your stomach, under the lace of your thong, and two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning. You cried out, back bowing, as he pumped them in and out, curling against that spot that made your vision blur.
âSo tight for a âgood girl,ââ he growled. âBet your little church friends donât know you like this. Bet they donât know how you drip when a man tells you to beg.â
âPleaseââ you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for.
âPlease what, Princess?â He pulled his fingers out, shiny with your wetness, and brought them to your mouth. âClean âem.â
You opened your lips, tasting yourself on his fingers, salty and sweet. Your eyes stayed on his the whole time.
He smirked. âGood girl. Now get on your knees.â
You scrambled up, turning around, dropping to your knees on the plush carpet. You heard the zipper of his pants, the rustle of fabric, and then the heavy slap of his cock against his stomach. When you looked back, your mouth went dry.
He was thick. Veiny. The head flushed deep red, already slick with precum. He wrapped his hand around the base and tapped it against your cheek.
âOpen up, Princess. Show me how a good girl sucks cock.â
You parted your lips, stuck out your tongue, and let him guide the head past your teeth. The taste hit youâsalt, musk, pure male heatâand you moaned as you took him deeper. Your hands gripped his thighs, and you worked your mouth up and down, hollowing your cheeks, letting spit drip down your chin.
âFuckâyeah, just like that,â he grunted, his hand in your hair, guiding your rhythm. âLook at you. Pretty little suburban princess, gagging on my dick. What would your mama say?â
You couldnât answer. You were too busy taking him all the way, throat relaxing, tears pricking your eyes. But you didnât stop. You let him fuck your face, his hips thrusting shallow, his balls slapping against your chin.
âMmâsh-shitââ The half-finished sounds fell from his lips. âGonnaâyou want it, Princess? You want me toâ?â
You pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. âNo. Not yet. I want you inside me.â
He hauled you up by the arm, bent you over the edge of the bed, and ripped your thong off. The fabric toreâyou didnât care. He pushed your upper body down, arching your back, your ass in the air. His hand came down on one cheek, a sharp slap that made you yelp.
âThatâs for being greedy.â
Then he spread you open, and you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. He didnât tease. He shoved in, all at once, a thick, brutal stretch that pulled a scream from your throat.
âAhâfuck! âKunaaâ!â
âYeah. Take it. Take all of it.â
He started to pound into you, his hips slapping against your ass, the sound wet and obscene. Skin on skin. The bed frame creaked. Your tits swung with every thrust, your nails digging into the duvet.
You couldnât think. You could only feelâhis cock hitting that spot deep inside, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, his voice growling in your ear.
âThis what you wanted, Princess? This what you came for? To get your tight little pussy wrecked by a plug?â
âYesâyesâdonât stopâplease donât stopââ
He leaned over, his chest against your back, and reached around to grab your tits, pinching your nipples. âBeg for it. Say my name.â
âSukunaâSukuna, pleaseâI needâIâm gonna cumââ
âNot yet.â He pulled out abruptly, leaving you empty, trembling. You whined at the loss.
âTurn over.â
You flipped onto your back, legs open, pussy glistening. He crawled over you, positioned himself, and entered you again in one smooth motion. This time you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Missionary. Eye contact. His face above yours, those dark eyes burning.
âLook at me when I fuck you, Princess.â
You nodded, unable to speak. He started a slower rhythm, grinding his hips against yours, the friction sending sparks through your whole body. He dipped his head and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and you bucked against him.
âOhâoh, godâright thereâIâm gonnaâmmâfuck, Sukunaââ
âCum for me,â he said, his voice a command. âI can feel you throbbing. Let go.â
And you did. Your orgasm ripped through you, your back arching, your walls clenching around him, a scream tearing from your throat. He kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, fucking you through the aftershocks.
âThatâs it. Good fucking girl.â
But he wasnât done. He pulled out again, flipped you over onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up. His cock slid back in, wet with your cum, and he set a punishing pace.
âGonna fill this ass up, Princess. Gonnaâmmâfuck, so tightâcanâtâsh-shitââ
He was close. You could hear it in his ragged breathing, in the way his grip tightened on your hips. He leaned forward, his chest on your back, and his hand snaked around to rub your clit.
âOne more,â he growled. âOne more for me.â
You were oversensitive, but his fingers on your clit pushed you over the edge again. You came with a broken cry, your whole body shaking.
Sukuna pulled out at the last second, his hand wrapping around his cock, a few rapid strokes. Then the first hot rope of cum splashed across your ass. Then another, and another, painting your brown skin white. He groaned, low and long, as he emptied himself onto you.
For a moment, the only sound was your harsh breathing. Then he flopped down beside you, arm over his eyes.
After a second, he said, âYou ainât sweet at all, Princess.â
You smiled, still catching your breath, your ass sticky with his cum.
âNobody has to know.â
He snorted. âOh, Gojo knows. He knew exactly what he was dropping off.â
You turned your head to look at him, your mascara smudged, your lipstick wrecked. âAnd you? You gonna tell?â
He reached over, grabbed your chin, and kissed you hardâa possessive, tongue-twisting kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded.
âNah. I think Iâm gonna keep you.â
You shivered, and not from the cold. Because you knew, right then, that youâd let him.
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