⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you and sebastian have completely opposite aesthetics... its a mystery to most of your fellow community members how that new girl who was just so sweet and girly and... pink! somehow ended up with the towns known all black dressed, emo recluse.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 i say most because those closest to the both of you always knew the two of you would end up together...
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 i mean, you're so sickeningly sweet that you could melt anyone you come in contact with, but you'd especially worked sebastian up and out of his shell with how infectious your bubbly personality had grown to become for him
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 aka... he's got a real soft spot for his girl <3
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 i just have to say this first; PINK BIKING HELMET FOR HIS MOTERCYCLE!!!! of course seb has to get you one after you'd made an off hand comment about how black is just totally not your style, a small pout forming on your bubblegum pink lips anytime he'd bring out his spare for you to wear when riding together
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he orders one for you and surprises you with it one night when the two of you are getting ready to head out to the overlook together, one of your favorite spots to ride out to and be alone with one another after the first time he'd taken you out there
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he tries to act all nonchalant like he didn't spend a good while scrolling a couple different webpages and ask abby for her opinion on which shade of pink would be just right <3, you're over the moon and looking at him he's the entire universe when he hands it over to you instead of the typical black one
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 sebby loves seeing you so happy and he loves even more to be the one making you so happy <3
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 that's how you convinced him to let you decorate his helmet with a few girly stickers; some pretty pink hearts and flowers, maybe a few stickers of some girly game or cartoon characters you like, even some cheesy pink girly catchphrases like "you go girl!" and "flower power!" LOLLLL
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but yours and sebastian's favorite alike is the soft baby pink custom sticker you had made of your name, letting everyone know exactly who he's riding home to with that (your name's) sticker plastered on the back of his helmet
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 seb just adores your all pink aesthetic!! truly its his favorite thing about you, its just sooooo fucking cute to him how girly and sweet you are in every aspect of your life!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he absolutely adores helping you pick out outfits to wear from your practically all pink wardrobe, helping you sift through frilly little skirts, tiny lacy tank tops and large baby pink oversized sweaters alike!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 loves dressing you up in em too <3 probably one of sebastian's all time favorite pastimes is to pick out your outfit from head to toe, and then take his sweet time putting them on you, showering you in praises that are equally as sweet to your aesthetic!!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you're just sebby's perfect little barbie doll for him and him alone to dress up n take care of, you know? and he lovessss to do it, nothing in the world he'd rather be doing!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 the first time sebastian came over to visit you in your home, he wasn't even surprised to see pink practically vomited all over every inch of its interior; your kitchen with cute little pink accent towels, your living room with pink heart coasters and pink throw blankets, especially your bedroom! stock full with pink silk sheets and a plush pink comforter, lined with a plethora of sanrio and miffy and friends plushies,,, more than you could possibly know what to do with!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but sebastian isn't judging you... not his sweet lil baby! instead, he's indulging you. buying you even more stuffies to add to your collection! so much so that he also has to buy you one of those hanging canopy thingies so you can have enough space to display all of them<3 (im not judging you sister I have 2 of those mfs in my room right now!!!!🤣)
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 the first stuffed animal he ends up buying for you is a stuffed fluttershy plushy<3 he said when he saw it online, it reminded him of you so he had to buy it LOL (yes this is a nod to you my sweet nonnie<3)
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 some of your pink belongings have somehow wound up in his room as well, and he's definitely been catching flack for it every time he has his friends over for solarian chronicles game nights 😭
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 a pink throw blanket for you to cuddle up with when you're sitting in his lap watching him game with sam <333
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 a pair of pink house slippers for you to wear around his room because he doesn't want your pretty pink manicured toes to be getting cold on his basement bedroom floors!!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 even some of your stuffed animals have made their way over to seb's bed to sleep with him instead,,,, you know, just incase he misses you too much on nights that the two of you can't sleep together (your idea! but the look on your face when you said it to him, he all about melted when you handed your stuffed my melody doll over him to keep safe)
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and he does sleep with those stuffed animals in his bed! and they smell so sweet and yummy, like sugary sweet cake and milk boba tea, like you, so he pays those no girlfriend having ass friends of his no mind
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 sebastian just thinks if they'd been the lucky bachelor or bachelorette to win your heart over him, they'd be doing the same damn thing <3
helloooooo me again!! in pink this time, to match the theme of this request! thank you so much again for requesting, I actually wrote this the same day it was requested but added it to my queue to be posted later on to keep my blog active at night when I sleep LOL! I hope you all enjoyed this I actually had wayyyyyy to much fun writing this and might do one with sam as well because this req was just too damn good could I get the bill purr! LMFAOOO anyways thank you for reading as always <3
°•.Warnings - 18+ Smut | erotic/sexual humiliation, semi-public sex, degradation, dirty talk, exhibitionism, window sex, name calling, fingering, piv, doggy style, manhandling, submission, sam has a pierced dick- cause i said so
“Ohh shit.. Look at you, Babe-” Sam rasps from behind you, a kiss grazing against the back of your neck, a cool drag of a lip ring leaving a subtle prick, forcing the hairs on your skin to stand up. Your lips purse into a frowny pout, fingers curling against the dusty wooden windowsill right above his bed. A soft keen hums up from your throat, your head tipping forward to carefully bump into the glass of the window, back arching just that little bit more, hips rolling a careful rock against Sam’s knuckles.
A warm hand glides up your lower back, ceasing in the middle to give a press, forcing that arch into something nearly painful, your cheek now smushing against the cool glass. “Fuck.. That’s hot… You’re such a slut-” Sam breathes, chuckling at the tail end of his sentence. His tone is boyish, the usual sweet ray of sunshine just creeping through the heavily arousal-laced rasp. If you listened closely, you’d surely nearly hear an inkling of awkwardness just flicking into it all - After all, he was usually such a sweet lover.
You don’t have time to ponder it, really, not with the way two of his long and deft fingers jam themselves into your weeping cunt, already squelching with dribbles of slick and arousal. It pools a cream-tainted mess around his knuckles, saturating whatever jewellery he still had on, a ring gone all slippery on his finger and bracelet beads surely turning sticky with the way your pussy cries down his wrist. You breathe out a long, whimper-filled sigh, the glass beneath your face heating up with your breath, droplets of condensation already beginning to form.
Your fingers flex against the window ledge, tongue licking up saliva that dares to nearly dribble down your chin, a careful, slightly bleary eye craning to see Sam in your peripherals. The room is dim, save for the careful shine of his desktop casting a dull light through the space, showing off the divots and curves etched into Sam’s slender frame. It's enough to illuminate the pair of you, enough for any… Potential outside onlookers to see your naked self arch back on your boyfriend's fingers.
“Imagine someone walkin’ out and seeing this..” Sam trails off, it's almost like he reads your mind. Your gaze moves to the outside world, washed in darkness, the barest glint of warmth coming from the saloon just a short walk away. “What would they think..” He ponders on, dragging his free palm up and down the expanse of your back, “Showin’ yourself off like this.. Look- Getting fucked up against the window for anyone to see, doin’ whatever I want- Yeah, you want someone to see you.. Y’so gross..” In response, you whine a sound of defiance, struggling to shake your head at him, the barest little ‘no..’ cutting up your throat.
“Hahh.. Dunno- You’re clenchin’ on my fingers..” Sam trails off, that free hand grazing up your navel, careful over your tummy, cupping one of your tits in a handful, kneading the flesh like a toy. The digits lodged in your cunt curl and squelch, giving a few hard flicks for good measure. Your arousal makes a mess of his wrist, forced up with his rough fucks. “Sooo so wet, see? You like this, don’t ya? Like it when I'm rough with you? Yeah? Fuckin’ slut..” It's embarrassing just how much the nasty names have an effect on you, how they spark a zap in your brain and a pulse of arousal in your pussy, kissing squeezes against those fingers of his again.
“Sammyyyy..” Your tone is wobbly, edging almost on a beg, twisted up in a muddled plea born out of embarrassment. Pitiful. That's how you felt, at the mercy of Sam and his will, pressed up against his bedroom window, face-first into the glass, hyper-focused on any movement that disturbs the outside peace, all while showing off your dumb, slack-jawed, open-mouthed, fucked out face.
“What, huh? Havin’ second thoughts?” It's a jabbing tease, “Suddenly regretting this? What happened to the little slut from earlier, hnm? ‘Ohh Sammy- It’ll be fun, Baby I promise’~ Heh.. You wanted this..” He mimics you, all babyish and condescending, punctuating his mocking with a rolling pinch to your nipple and a rough beckoning of fingers within your squeezy cunt. “Wanted to ‘do it’ on the window, wanted to show off how much of a whore you are- Hohh fuck.. Y’like it when I call you names, right? Yeah, you do.” The usual goofster ties those filthy words around his tongue like a cherry stem only to spit them out right in your face.
“Hmnn.. n-nuh uh.” You airily try to bite back, try to prove him wrong, but how could you? Despite it all, no matter how much you denied it, you got off on the hot sear of mortification, the attempts to jab at your self-consciousness, throbbing arousal at the shame that could come with someone seeing a grossly horny slut like you.
“No?” You can hear the grin that tugs at Sam’s pierced lips, like he’d been faced with some sort of challenge, “Trying to prove me wrong?” His fingers slow, earning a sound from you that could only be described as something.. Woefully desperate.
“Wait- waitwait-” Your throat cracks around the outward cry, already mourning the loss of pressure and friction, dejectedly pressing your sweat-dampened forehead to the cool surface of the window. Sam retracts his fingers with a slight chuckle, wiping away the leftover juices of your cunt on your skin, leaving a slick and quickly cooling streak in his wake. You hum out a sobby sound, squirming your hips in a desperate plea for friction, sneaking a peek behind you, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes.
You have to stifle your excitement, still the jump of your heart at the clank of Sam’s belt buckle, with the way he fists into his pants to fish out his weepy cock, that flushed, pierced tip glinting with pre cum and the metallic flash of his dydoe. You keep your lips wobbling, sulky with want.
“Y’look so dumb..” He tilts his head at you, idly tugging a few strokes to his cock. You bite into your lip, swaying your hips in some kind of pathetic dance to entice him, that slick cunt of yours dribbling down one of your inner thighs. “What now, huh?” Sam probes, “Want something?”
“More.. come back…” You lean up on the windowsill, arching your back and spreading your legs, tucking your face into your shoulder.
“Can’t even make up your mind..” Sam mutters, stifling a slight grin with a bite to his lip. He sighs a long and comfortable sound, that slight rasp of arousal bleeding the barest groan into it. His hands come up, cupping your outer thighs with a caress, giving a soft squish with his fingers, nails barely sinking into your skin. “Yoba.. you are a slut.” He spits it out like venom, knuckles bending as his finger pads press harder, hands following the soft, idle sway of your hips.
“Can't help it..” You mumble into the skin of your shoulder, eyes downcast as if you were a scolded kid. Your toes fidget a wiggle, twitchy with anticipation, teeth sinking a soft bite into your inner cheek, lashes fluttering innocently at the man behind you.
“‘Course you can’t.. Fuck.. Y’so hot…” Sam breathes it out, that meanness cracking ever so slightly, making you preen with satisfaction. “Should just… fuck you like this..” He chuckles, leaning over your frame to kiss a rough, teeth-filled smack on your neck, grazing you with the faint patch of facial hair that stubbled on his chin. The swell of his tip grazes against your slick-covered thigh, the heat from his hard cock leaving a warm spot, that little prick of cool from the piercing lodged in his tip imprinting your skin like a branding iron. It sparks excitement, a new flood of arousal fueled anticipation in your tummy. “W’adaya think?” You know he frames it like a question, but there's a small little inkling that tickles down your gut that says you may not exactly have a choice in the matter.
And you were right.
Sam had you hiked up on the windowsill, hands balancing yourself flat against the glass, struggling for grip as he pummels your cunt from behind. Your tits squish against the resistant material, glass fogging around the shape of your body, condensation wetting fog and droplets in a decadent frame. Your tummy bumps into the cool glass with every thrust, skin kissing sticky-wet presses with each rough roll of Sam's hips. You can barely see out, body and breath fogging the glass, cheek smushed, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your skull, the dim light from the saloon washing away, blurred with each and every moaning breath you make.
“S-Sahhhmm..” You feel your voice vibrate into your cheek, bouncing off of the glass. You try to tilt your head back to catch even a glimpse of your boyfriend, but it's all for naught, for the way his large hand threads into your hair, pushing your face back into the window. Your lips purse with the squish, another long hum purs from your throat, feeling helpless in the way he holds you, fucks you, all on display as if you were meat for the gallows. The full body press of the glass sparks that hot flood of arousal right onto the cock that fucks you, tacky skin leaving its mark, body heating up the surface into something dewy and slippery. You can only imagine the view in; your body shining with sweat and condensation, tits, cheek, palms and tummy sticking to the glass, pushing against the surface with each thrust of Sam’s hips. It’d be no question as to what you were getting up to; at best, some naked exhibition, at worst? Taking cock from behind like a slut in heat, desperate enough to show it off, telling the world, ‘more, more, more!’
Ohhh, but you love it. Sam knows you do, knows you like to look stupid and fucked out, knows you’d do anything to feel that sickly hot sear of embarrassment. It was only a matter of time, really, going without panties under your skirt or taking Sam in the cold night air on the farm could only satisfy you for a while…
The bed creaks under Sam’s thrusts, rickety against the wall, covers slipping into a mess underneath you, tangling with the fervour of fucking. Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the cool glass beneath your cheek at the hot pudge of Sam’s cock bullying into your cunt. You push back on him, riding through each plap of his hips against your ass, taking his swollen length, cunt eagerly suckling him in with a wet, squeezy kiss. His hands fondle you, grabbing a feel of your hips, flattening a palm in between your sweaty shoulder blades, pushing down on the smooth of your back to squish you tighter against the glass. He holds you there, hard and mean, growling softly through his teeth, bleeding out his own moans.
You scrunch your brows, hyperfocusing on every sink of his cock, each time the tip bullies against your cervix, the grind of his base against your puffy cunt, those hands, the breath on your neck-! You let yourself moan, blinking open your eyes in a dazed, hazy look, gasping up a dribble of spit that drooled off of your tongue. The view out of the window was smudged with trickles of condensation, and that fucked-out unfocused, cross-eyed blur Sam’s cock brought upon you. And yet? You could still see a distinct movement in the distance.
“S-Someone’s coming-!” You try to choke, fingers squeaking against the moist glass in your attempt to find leverage.
“Better be you- Hahh..” He’s clearly amused, “You’re all tight n’ squeezin’..” Sam slurs, face burying into your neck with kisses and nibbles, biting into your skin.
“N-No- Seriously, I.. I can s-see.. hahh ahnn~! Some..one-” You can try to squirm, but Sam has you firmly squished between himself and the pane of the window. The light of the saloon distorts, shining brighter as the door opens to let somebody out, the warmth washing over the town square, leading right into Sam’s window. Whoever it is, they linger, probably talking to someone before they properly go for the evening. Your heart jumps to your throat, a soft panic washing over your shoulders, although, your cunt gives a tell-tale squeeze on Sam’s length, flexing with hot arousal.
“So?.. Hahh- s’what you wanted, right-? Fuck.. Rub your clit, c’mon, put on a show, Baby…” Sam babbles in your neck, his hips rhythmically rolling quick fucks against your core.
“Sammyyy..” You whine a soft protest, leaning your weight on a sweat-moistened forearm, despite the plea, your fingers can’t help but obey. You circle your clit with a careful touch, feeling the sticky, creamy slick of your arousal on your fingers, feeling the bubble of Sam’s mixed-in precum that froths at your entrance, you’re sure Sam could see it, the ring of cream that messed over his cock. You suck in a breath, holding it in your lungs before you moan it out with a slur of his name, properly rocking back against him.
“That's it- that's fucking it, c’mon, show 'em how much of a slut you are..” Sam murmurs, pushing his palm more firmly into your back, keeping your flesh nice and flush to the glass. Each slight twitch of movement outside has your blood on fire, the one-off laugh from the saloon, the wisp of trees that sound like footsteps in the grass, the clumsy slam of the saloon door- Oh fuck-!
“S-Sammy.. Someone- They’re… Think it- it's Shane or s-somethin’..” You warn your boyfriend, worry overtaken with the way your fingers move, quick and desperate against your clit. “He’s gonna see..” You whine and lament, pushing back harder, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, practically drooling over the way he fucks you.
“You’re so gross getting off to this.. Not letting you down.. hahh.. ‘till you cum.. y’know.” Sam threatens with a chuckle, airy and slightly hysteric, lost in his own sauce. Oh, how embarrassing it would be for poor old Shane, just minding his own business on his less-than-sober walk home and seeing you in such a state. Would he yell? Scoff? Wolf whistle your way and stick around for the show?
That last thought has you moaning out loud, rubbing quick, tight circles on the bud of your clit, legs quivering as they strain to hold you up. Your quick breaths have the glass totally fogged up, condensation dripping wet down the pane, leaking over your squished up tits in teary droplets. You feel it building, the taught strain of your orgasm winding itself in your guts, around the sticky thrusts of Sam’s cock, that bullying pierced tip hitting all the right spots- Accompanied by the familiar rub of your clit? And that hot fear of being watched.. Yeah, you were close.
“M’ gonna cum.. Sammy- hahn Sam~” You flutter your eyes, tracking movement from outside, lips wobbling into a frown born out of desperation, wrist aching at the quick flicks to get yourself off.
“Tell em- Tell them you’re cumming-!” Sam groans into your neck, “Make 'em watch- Show them h-how you cum.” He trails off into a whine, fingers tightening, hips snapping in rough and clumsy fucks.
“I’m-! m’ cumming! Hahh fuck im’cumminggg..~” You weep out, jolting with each hot flex of your orgasm, cunt kissing squeezy flexes against Sam’s cock. You feel all wet, creaming hard all over yourself, milking off the cock that stuffed you up, fingers faltering in desperate little circles to keep up with every pulse. You look out desperately into the night, a few tears daring to stream down your cheeks, a giggle in your chest as Sam manhandles you down into the crumpled up sheets of the bed.
He lays you down, face to face, jerking off his cock with feverish strokes, leaning over your body with a grit in his teeth and a crease to his eyebrows.
“Fuckkk.. Baby.. That was.. Fuck..” He groans out, hiccuping a sound when he finally busts, cumming rope after hot rope over your sweat-glistening skin, warm spatters coating a whole new mess over your cunt and tummy. His chest heaves, body collapsing basically on top of you, messy and sticky, smushing cream and cum between you, peppering quick kisses all over your neck, cheeks and forehead.
“Shit..” Sam sighs, out of breath and bewildered, eyes blown black, you can see the thump of his chest, heart battering fast. “Was that..” He swallows, “Was I okay? Was that good? Mean enough?” Sam probes you, looking down with a tilt to his head, as if he were a puppy looking for praise and a treat.
You nod and kiss his face, giggling to yourself, eyeing the human-shaped outline that framed the window, slowly dissipating as the glass cools down to the night air’s temperature, swallowing thickly as footsteps crunch down the path that leads to the Ranch.
Woo! Kinktober! Sammy!!
This first prompt was provided by the lovely people at @stardewfanficwritersguild! I hope I did it justice and I look forward to posting more~
This fic was inspired by @deepestnightcolor's wonderfully yummy Sam fics <3 pls check them out if you haven't!
Thank You For Reading! I'd love to know your thoughts! Next fic will come Friday so stay tuned~
thinkin’ about surprising former plug!eren at his new big boy job to give him lunch hehe (based on an ask sent in by this cutie @mrsicy )
cw include: dry humping, some messy kissing, dirty talk, hair pulling, eren likes to tease and he’s kinda mean, semi public sex?? idk girl, he cums on her pussy, oral f!receiving// wc: 3k
“hey connieee, is eren around?”
“yeah . . he’s in’a back. don’t be distracting him too much, ( ❤︎ ).”
you let out a small giggle, and flipped your hair over your shoulder, trying your absolute best to hide the mischievous glint in your eyes. “mm, i’ll try not to. see ya!”
and with that, you were practically skipping to the back of the shop in search of your boyfriend. though, it wasn’t very hard to miss the six four brunette with a bun sitting messily at the top of his head.
god, he was so handsome when he was in work mode.
his navy blue jumpsuit was undone at the top, sleeves wrapped around his slim waist leaving him in a white wife beater. his skin was glistening from working up a sweat causing the baby hairs from his bun to stick slightly to his forehead. you could only see the side of his face, but just by looking, you could tell his thick brows were furrowed, and he was most likely frowning.
you almost forgot what you were even there for when the sudden weight from the food you were carrying broke you out of your daze. you eyed him for a second longer before making your way over to him.
when eren heard footsteps approaching, he got severely annoyed, but once he saw it was you, a wide smile broke across his lips.
“oh, thank god it’s you. i’m tired of looking at these old bastards all day—connie included. especially the guy whose car i’m fixing right now. motherfucker thinks i can fix his busted catalytic converter in an hour, babe, a fucking hour—”
eren was interrupted by you pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, your cherry lip balm clinging to his dry ones.
“mm, thanks,” he chuckled dryly, rubbing his lips together. “what do you got for me, hm? smells like—”
“peppers. stuffed peppers to be exact.”
eren let out a low hum, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. if his hands weren’t covered in car gunk, they would’ve been wrapped around your waist. “fuckkkk, you’re the best. i’ve been craving these for days.”
“why do you think i made them silly. no way you’re eating fast food when you could have some homemade food—my homemade food,” you grinned, reaching your hand up to caress lightly at his jaw.
he leaned into your touch, and you could’ve sworn you saw a certain glint in those emerald eyes of his, but you decided to ignore it.
“c’mon, let’s go to the back for some privacy.”
“privacy to eat some peppers?” you asked, head cocking slightly to the side.
eren let out a low grunt, eyes fluttering shut as he swiftly cracked his neck. “yes, i need some privacy to eat some peppers. now bring your ass.”
you practically levitated off the ground, hearts forming in those big brown eyes he loves so much. “hehe, m’kay, rennie.”
while eren silently guided you, you couldn’t help but admire his muscles—his back muscles to be exact. he definitely buffed up a bit working this new job, and changed up his eating habits to keep up with the hard work. physically, he was no longer the lanky man you once knew.
the room was small, with a table and a couple chairs in the center, and a loveseat a few inches away from it. there was also a random sink in the corner that eren washed his hands in.
you couldn’t help but think how random it was that the back had another back room . . but whatever, girl.
“why did you bring me back here? we usually eat out there without a problem,” you smirked, carefully placing pink containers holding your lunch on the table.
eren kissed his teeth, a grin slowly creeping its way onto his lips.
you let out a small gasp when his hands cupped your ass over your miniskirt, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “can a man not want a little privacy with his woman?”
your stomach fluttered, a friendly reminder that you were veryyyy much still ovulating.
“that’s never an issue, but you’re not like other men, you’re a fuckin’ dog who thinks about hunching all the time,” you sassed back, making eren’s grin grow wider.
“ooo, baby, don’t do that. you know getting insulted by you turns me on,” and you both were laughing at his comment, but you knew he was deadly serious.
eren is actually thee worst person to argue with, because the whole time you’re chewing him out all he can think about is how bad he wants that fucking cookie.
playful insults were no different.
you rolled your eyes, “pig.”
his front not-so-subtlety pushed against yours. “keep goin’, and see what happens. there’s no cameras in here.”
god, how did you even get here? it felt like you’ve only said eight words to each other, and now, you’re already about pounce on each other.
“it doesn’t take very much for you to get worked up nowadays, does it?” you spoke softly, breath hitching in your throat when he brought his face closer to yours.
his head cocked to the side, lips parting in a toothy grin. “can you blame me? i went from seeing your sexy ass everyday to seeing these annoying, balding fucks every. single. day—shit, i can’t even talk about them too much or m’gonna get soft,” and this his you giggling like crazy, the corners of your eyes crinkling from laughter.
“babyyy c’mon, i’m serious. i don’t know what it is, but i’ve been missing you like crazy nowadays. ten hours without you, five or six days out of the week is torture.” you felt eren’s shoulders slump, then perk back up again. “but it’s much better than sitting in a cell, and not seeing you at all.”
your heart clenched, and slowly, you brushed your lips against his. “yeah . . it’s much, much better.”
you took a breath, then another, and then finally, eren cupped your jaw, and kissed you.
it all happened so quick!
one minute you were kissing, the next you were backed into the nearest wall, and shortly after that, eren was slipping his tatted hand under your skirt.
“h-hey—!”
“hush. s’just me n’ connie here right now, and he won’t come back here. unless you wanna stop? just say the word, and we can stop. i have an appetite for multiple things right now,” he grinned, referring to the peppers that were slowly getting cold.
despite being asked a question, you still took this moment to admire eren’s perfectly sculpted face. he’s spouted a few beauty marks since you first met him, and his eyes look a little more tired, but he still looked handsome as ever. one mark in particular that you’ve grown to adore is on his top lip in the left side. it was small, and almost barely noticeable if you weren’t practically touching noses with him.
a soft lick to your lips brought you out of your daze. “c’mon, come back to me,” eren purred, nudging his nose against yours.
“s-sorry! you can touch a little bit, we just can’t . . you know . . ”
“fuck?”
your manicured hands slapped across your face, shielding yourself from him, “don’t be so crude ren!”
“mmcht, i don’t even know what that means, but don’t worry. i have an idea.”
a few minutes later, and you were on the loveseat, sat prettily on eren’s lap, legs on either side of his thighs while your chest pressed snugly against his. his jumpsuit and the pants he was wearing underneath were shoved down to ends of his thighs, leaving him in his wife beater and briefs. he had your skirt flipped up so his hands were able to grab roughly at the soft skin of your ass.
you and eren didn’t dry hump often, but when you did, you best believe he made the best of it every single time.
your panty clad pussy was pressed hotly against his dick, covering him in a warmth that felt so foreign, but so nice.
“you’re getting my dick so wet, baby,” he purred into your skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck at your exposed collarbone. “remind me why we aren’t fuckin’ again?”
your hand smacked against his shoulder as a not-so-gentle request to shut his mouth. “because i-i don’t wanna—mm, d-do too much. plus this was your idea, ‘member—a-ah!”
just as you finished your sentence, eren’s hands were coming down to lay harsh smacks on both your ass cheeks. he was quick to soothe the tingling burn by running his hands are the heated skin.
“yeah, but with the way it’s lookin’, i might as well slip my dick in. i mean look at that,” he grunted, gripping your jaw in his hand. a whine bubbled in your chest when he forced you to look down, giving you a nice view of the way your drooling cunt left a wet patch that was anything but small.
drool pooled on your tongue. you wanted it, and you wanted it bad—but you couldn’t! you were quiet now, but you knew if you caved, and let eren fuck you the way he wants, everyone in a ten mile radius would be able to hear you.
“please stop talking,” your voice came out breathy and whiny, lashes threatening to flutter shut.
eren forced you to look at him, and applied gentle pressure to your jaw to pull you in close, “what? can’t handle seeing how fucking messy your pussy is? i think it’s hot—here, look again, and don’t you dare close those fuckin’ eyes.” he forced your head back down making you whine veryyy loudly.
his mouth was so filthy, you couldn’t stand it!
“at least lemme pull these to the side,” he gruffly chuckled, tugging on the waistband of your thong. the white material was practically sheer from how soaked it was. eren had half a mind to just rip them off, and be done with it, but that wouldn’t be the most ideal seeing as your skirt was already leaving little to the imagination.
you tried to pull yourself out of his grip, but all he did was wrap his hand around the back of your neck, and smush your forehead against his. “why’re you tryna run? i asked you a question,” and just as he finished his sentence, his other hand released the waistband of your panties, making them snap against your dewy skin. “two questions actually if this empty lil head was actually paying attention.”
your lips pushed in a pout when his pointer finger tapped against the side of your head. oh, how you loathed when he asked too many questions during times like this. you didn’t even have to question if he did it on purpose anymore, because you knew he was.
“y-you’re such an ass, ren. just pull them to the—hah, s-side please.” you slowed your movements only briefly to allow eren to hook his finger in the fabric, and yank it to the side.
the material of his briefs felt like heaven against your swollen clit. thanks to losing that extra layer, you were able to feel the outline of his cock between your puffy folds.
“f-feels good, huh? shit, i’m close,” he groaned rather loudly, letting his head tilt back into the couch. you took this opportunity to bury your face in his neck. he smelt of musk, and the woodsy scented cologne he spritzed on himself that morning. it had your head spiraling.
a hiss left eren’s puffy lips when your manicured fingers tugged at his hair, messing his bun up further—if you could even call it a bun at this point.
“ooo, y-yes, it feels so good m’gonna—”
“heh, better hurry up before connie comes back here lookin’ for me,” eren breathily chuckled, blindly reaching for your breast. your heart was thumping so hard, you could barely even hear him speak, but you couldn’t deny that his words had you clenching over nothing.
“y-you said he wouldn’t!”
“did i?” he hummed, taking a second to think to himself before bringing his lips close to your ear, “i lied. jus’ wanted to get you to stop shaking like a baby deer, and calm down. now cum.”
bastard. him, and his stupidly big dick irritated the hell out of you sometimes.
your hips had gained a mind of their own, grinding erratically into eren’s erection like it was your lifeline. all eren could do was bite his lip, and help you out, tatted hands gripping onto your asscheeks to keep your rhythm going.
“ere—!”
eren could’ve frowned at how loudly you whined from having your mouth covered, but he had to keep you quiet!
“fuck, i’m sorry, baby. i know, i know—just cum for me, y-yeah?”
one last bump of his covered dick against your clit had you convulsing, your eyes rolling so far back, eren could only see the whites of them. “jesus christ, look at that,” eren nearly growled, drool pooling on his tongue at the sight of your webs of essence clinging to the material of his briefs.
“c’mere.”
you didn’t even hear him, head still ringing from the mind numbing orgasm you were still experiencing. suddenly, his hand was removed, and was replaced by his lips in a bruising kiss. he forced his tongue between your lips, sucking yours into his mouth greedily.
“y-yes, baby—f-fuck yeah,” eren moaned into your mouth, hips stilling as he felt the coil in his tummy begin to unwind. “shit, h-hold these back for me, princess,” he whined out, referring to your panties that he was now holding in an iron grip.
with a trembling hand you took the garment between your fingers, and eren wasted no time lifting your lower half slightly with one arm, while his other hand yanked down his briefs, exposing his reddish pink, leaking dick. he whined yet again when his rough hand wrapped around the sensitive muscle and stroked it, quickly.
his cum painted your pussy in messy streaks, and even when the spurts turned into a weak dribble, he still rubbed his cock all along the petal soft skin of your folds.
“ugh, you’re so messy with it,” you huffed out, nose scrunching as your fingers swiped over the complete mess between your legs.
“i know, isn’t it great?” eren was content as ever with a big ass dopey grin spread across those pretty lips. his cock sat heavy against his tummy, slowly softening. “i could clean it up if you want.”
eren’s eyes trailed from your puffy cunt, to your eyes, only to find you already staring at him. this silent staring content went on for another minute before eren had you bent over the armrest of the couch, your bare pussy now exposed to the cool air.
“i’ll be quick don’t worry, mama,” he smirked, tongue the inside of his cheek as he pulled up his briefs and pants. you looked back at him, and unfortunately, you couldn’t deny that having him be fully clothed while you were still bare had you dripping.
you nearly could’ve came again simply from watching him redo his bun.
eren was never the type to be afraid of tasting his own cum—especially since you were so into it, so he had absolutely to problem slobbering all over your pussy like the munch he was to make sure you were all cleaned up. he may have suckled on your clit once or twice for funsies, but he’s only human!
“alright, all clean,” he rasped, gripping the fat of your ass to give the soft skin a sweet kiss. before you could even speak, you heard the sound of the doorknob moving.
you almost panicked—almost, but eren being the levelheaded man he was simply snapped your panties back into place, and maneuvered you into a sitting position.
“eren, i know you’re fuckin’ lying,” was all you heard on the other side, and even though it was just connie, it still had you heart racing a bit. you looked over at eren who had just finished tying the sleeves of his jumpsuit around his waist, not a look of worry or concern on his face.
“here,” he spoke softly handing you the pink tupperware containing your food. “can’t a guy get a fuckin’ minute to eat in peace with his woman?” he popped open the top to the container to his own, and take a comically large bite, a bite so big it had you giggling.
“yeah, but i know you two ain’t . . eating . .”
when the door swung open, connie was met with a visibly irritated eren, his cheeks puffed up from chewing.
“you were saying?” you piped up from the back, a look of faux innocence spread across your features. you were playing cool, but in all honesty, your clit was still throbbing with need, and your panties were starting to stick uncomfortably to your folds.
“well who locks a door to eat?”
you were going to speak again, but eren beat you to it, “she doesn’t have to explain shit to you. now, what can i do for you—and it better not be about that dickhead with the busted converter.”
connie’s eyes narrowed, eyeing eren closely, then he looked over at you, then back to eren. “mmcht, whatever. i was coming to let you know that since it’s supposed to storm really bad, we’re gonna close up early, so wrap this up alright?”
as the two men spoke, all you could do was try to contain your dizziness. it amazed you how eren was being so cool—so unbothered. he was never satisfied only cumming one time, so knew he was definitely feeling a little pent up.
when you finally zoned back in, connie was no longer there, and eren was back to cracking his neck. you hated the new habit, but you couldn’t blame him since he was bent over the hood of someone’s care for half a day.
“how about i give you a massage when you get home, hm? we’ll have a little more time together since you’ll be leaving early,” you spoke softly, slowly getting up from the loveseat. your legs felt like jelly, but eren was right there to keep you steady by wrapping his arms around you.
“mm, i would love nothing more. maybe some head after?”
your arms wrapped around his neck, hearts practically forming in your eyes. “of course, babe. i’ll take extra special care of you.”
this made eren chuckle. you were really the sweetest little thing.
“that’s very sweet, baby, but i meant some head for you. i wanna finish what i started back there.”
thinking about the guys who stop fucking and start pinning you when they're about to cum.
palms planted by your head, your back pressed flat to the mattress, legs hauled up and hooked over his shoulders so he can drive his cock in deeper, like he’s trying to touch your stomach from the inside. pushing in with one deep, shaking thrust where he buries himself to the hilt and just stays there, grinding slow while your pussy flutters around him and he spills hot and heavy straight into you. groaning against your neck, low and filthy, hips rolling like he’s trying to milk out every last drop and make sure it all stays where he put it. and when he’s finally done, he doesn’t pull out—he just sags his weight into you, cock still seated deep, breathing hard against your skin like he’s holding you in place until it sinks in and takes.
you try to shift, juuust a little, and his hand slides to your hip, fingers digging in as he presses you back into the mattress. “nah,” he pants, “stay still. let me sit in it a minute.”
he gives one more slow, helpless grind, like he can’t not move, like he has to feel your pussy squeeze around him one last time while he’s still leaking inside you. his breath stutters, forehead pressing to your shoulder, and mumbles, “just hold it for me.”
the guys who just stay there, heavy and warm, cock softening obscenely deep, keeping you pinned like he won’t let you go until he’s sure every drop is right where he left it.
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your boyfriend came home late, the smell of earth and rain clinging to him. you didn’t get to protest your frustrations before he kneeled before you, spreading you open for him.
“missed this, mmm,” he hummed against your clothed cunt, the vibrations making you arch your back against the soft mattress.
one of his hand slipped under your flimsy nightgown, going to your breasts. he licked a strip across your panties, right over the small wet patch. when he noticed how full and swollen your clit already was, straining against the fabric, he leaned in and grazed his teeth lightly against the bud.
you cried out, your stomach caving in from the sharp shooting pleasure.
“so sensitive, baby, so wet for me,” he spoke against your pussy. “tell me, do you want my mouth, my fingers, or my cock?”
he twirled your nipple with his fingers, looking up at you through his work glasses, his suit jacket still on.
the sight of him between your legs like that made a small whine leave your lips.
he pinched your nipple, making you cry out.
“use your words. let me hear it.”
“a-all, i want all of you. please,” you whimpered out, heart thundering against your chest.
“hmm, good girl. always so good for me,” he pushes your panties to the side, exposing your glistening pussy to the air.
he groaned at the sight, spreading your lips open as more juices flowed down your inner thighs.
“look at this pretty pussy. the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. are you gonna let me eat it? gonna let me feast on you?”
he watched as your hole clenched around nothing.
“ah, look at you. poor baby, needs something to clench around.”
he shoved his tongue in your pussyhole, and your hands went to his hair, pressing yourself against his face.
he moaned, delighted at your taste.
his tongue slithered back up and teased your swollen clit, before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves. he sucked harshly, mouth moving against your cunt as he held your thighs open.
his nose brushed against your clit with every pull of his mouth. you bucked your hips into his face as he devoured you, his tongue flicking with abnormal speed against your nub, before he sucked harder, drawing out a loud whine from your throat.
you couldn’t hold it any longer as you fell off the edge, orgasm crashing into you in waves.
you thighs shook, body shaking—but he wasn’t done.
he plunged two fingers, mouth still latched onto you, lapping at the walls clenching and unclenching from hypersensitivity.
you rode his face frantically, tugging at his hair. when he scissored his fingers, spreading you open, your back bowed off the mattress.
his glasses fogged up as he returned his tongue to lap at your cunt like a hungry man who hasn’t had a proper meal in weeks.
the pressure built again, your walls squeezing painfully around his thick fingers, and right before you came again, he plunged a third finger into you.
you screamed his name as you came. he groaned into you as his tongue soothed against your swollen clit, riding you through your orgasm, until you slumped back into the bed, chest heaving, body shaking.
“i’m not done yet, sweetheart,” he stood up from his place, his chin wet as he licked his fingers clean. he moaned at your taste.
his hands unbuckled his belt, and freed his thick cock.
“you wanted all of me, baby, and you’re gonna take it. you’re gonna take all of me.”
precum leaked down his cock, and he stroked himself once, twice, smearing his slick over the mushroom tip.
you spread your legs wide for him, and he positioned himself right against your pussy. he rubbed the blunt head at your soaking folds, mixing your juices together.
“fuck, look at us. this cock was made for you,”
and with one deep thrust, he sank balls-deep into you. you arched against him, mouth falling open at the stretch, burning deliciously. his hand returned to your breast, tugging your nipple in time with his thrusts, fucking deep into you.
“oh fuck, yes! just like that!”
his other hand went to your throat; not constricting, but holding you, making you look at him as he pounded into your cunt.
he was still wearing his suit jacket. the smell of rain mixed with sex—it was all too much.
“feel that? feel how deep i am inside of you?”
he slowed his thrusts, and pressed on your lower stomach. you threw your head back.
“big…you’re so big, oh fuck…”
he caged you between his arms then, as he pounded into you, rolling his hips again and again. his hips angled as he hit that sweet spot in you with every thrust.
your legs went around his waist, nails digging into his back as he caught you in a sloppy kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure.
when his pace faltered, you felt his cock twitch inside you. he buried himself to the hilt, and you convulsed around him, coming for him for the third time.
his cock pulsed as he spilled inside you, hot cum flooding your walls, the sensation almost making you pass out.
“oh fuck, oh yes, cum inside me…”
your cunt milked him dry, and you clenched around him one last time until he collapsed against you.
— sylus, zayne, caleb, xavier, rafayel, levi ackerman, erwin smith, eren jaeger, jean kirstein, reiner braun, kenny ackerman, armin arlert, zeke jaeger, miche zacharius, higuruma, nanami keto, toji, gojo satoru, geto suguru, choso, yuta okkotsu, ryomen sukuna, megumi fushiguro, mahito, toge inumaki, denji, aki hayakawa, kishibe, hirofumi yoshida, giyuu tomioka, simon riley, miguel o’hara, giyomei himejima, ken sato, kyojuro rengoku, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, tengen uzui, jason todd, dick grayson, bruce wayne, clark kent, san, mingi, wonho, bang chan, shota aizawa, roronoa zoro, jungkook, taehyung, kim namjoon, sunghoon, jake, yeonjun, soobin
a/n: hi, if you’ve read this far first of all thank you so much for reading! please check out my pinned post if you have time to spare, i’m currently in a very bad spot in my life financially, so i have commissions open! <3
He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.
Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”
He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”
His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
a/n ଳ found this in the drafts of my old acc and I thought I’d post it here :3
Eren Jeager likes necks.
It's the favourite part of his body, and subsequently, yours. The way you palm your neck when you're nervous, or how you try to hide the marks he bestowed on you the night before using foundation—something about it turns him on. Even when it's not fueling his desires, simply buring his head in the crook of your neck is enough. When he's close to you like that, he's safe.
Armin Arlert adores your eyes.
The colour, the shade, the way they shimmer when you talk about your favourite shows, or the way they go so soft when they land on him. Unsurprisingly, eye contact makes him nervous, though being reduced to a fool by it (blushing like the sun suddenly got closer (you are his sun)) is all worth it when he gets to sees that addictive shine of yours again.
And you could probably guess this one, but his fear of eye contact magically disappears in bed.
Connie Springer loves boobs.
A boob guy, he calls himself, and a boob guy he is. But he doesn't like any boob, he likes yours. He loves the way after a long (5 minute) study session, the best pillows in the world are ready for him to lay his head on. He’s there to listen to whatever you want to talk about, though he often nods off at the sound of your heartbeat.
He knows Jean would tease him (and when he found out, did) about being little spoon. But no man in his right mind would ever reject your inviting arms. Whether it’s laying together on the bed, or him putting his full weight on you on the couch—all Connie ever wants is for you to hold him.
Jean Kirstein cannot keep his hands off your back.
It's almost like it's made for him, the way his hands fit just right—his touch sending sparks up your spine.
Once, you said a sentence with "pain" in it, and he immediately got to taking off your shirt for a back massage—full on ignoring that you said knee pains.
Although you're completely sure he offered one only to get off on feeling your back, it...worked. Want a massage? soon became Jean’s catchphrase.
Bertholdt Hoover will never get enough of your scent.
Before you both started dating, it was a source of shame for him. Smelling the hoodies that his friend left over was a level of creep that Bertholdt never thought he’d reach.
He wouldn’t even get off to it (lies), only occasionally falling asleep with it by his side—your scent making it easy to imagine that you were really there. And then the habit of seeking your scent stuck.
Now that you’re dating, it’s less pervy. You find it sweet how he notices everything, down to your change of shampoo. He can even tell whether or not your hormones are balanced.
And no, it’s not because he smells your panties, it’s because you ride his nose every other day. ;)
˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆How i think Attack on Titan characters would sound in bed | part 1. ʚ(*ˊᗜˋ*)ɞ
𓂃۶ৎ content warnings: dacryphilia, overstim, sub x dom, dom x sub, bratty reader, fem reader.
⟡˙⋆Reiner: big whimperer, soft groaner, breathes heavy and cries. He’s the type of guy that really gets off on being used and dominated, all he can do is give his body up to you, for your pleasure. He cries when you overstimulate him but begs for more every single time.
⟡˙⋆Jean: loud groaner, grunts. he’s the type of guy to be so into it to the point he gets lost in it, he can’t control the noises he makes and he’s loud without realising it. Jean worships your body like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, making sure every part of your body feels his love during it, he’ll talk you through it and let you know how much he loves you.
⟡˙⋆Connie: Connie is a moaner and the closer he gets the whinier he gets. Connie is the type of guy to be confident about what he’s doing, he likes to think he’s a good top, but the second you show even a little bit of dominance he folds faster than you can blink. He turns into a pathetic, whiny little mess, the closer he gets the whinier he becomes.
⟡˙⋆Armin: whimpers, whines, moans, gasps snd noises of desperation. Armin’s main concern is YOUR pleasure, not his. He can’t think about himself until you’ve c*m. He eats you out like a man that’s starving. He whimpers and whines into your pussy. And when he hears your gentle moans it only makes him feel more desperate to get more of those sweet sounds out of you.
⟡˙⋆Eren: you’d think he’d be gruff and growly but actually he’d be incredibly passionate, he’d moan softly and if you listened closely you’d hear a little whimpers he’d let slip out every so often. Eren f*cks you gently, making sure you’re okay during it, and he’s incredibly loving with it, so much that it feels like making love rather than f*cking. When you caress his skin it makes him whimper right into your ear. He gets embarrassed about it after.
⟡˙⋆Levi: he’d be mostly silent but his breathing would be shaky and every now and then you’d hear a grunt. Levi fucks you slowly, teasingly. He makes you beg for it. He’s not smug or cocky because he knows how to get you to stop acting like a brat with a single look. But you love it when he puts you in your place, so you rile him up often. You love the way he looks at you and the sound of the mesmerising word “brat” leaving his lips and you love the way he groans in pleasure when he slips it in.
⟡˙⋆Erwin: breathy groaner, mostly silent. Erwin’s quite “vanilla” he likes to just get the job done. Sex with him is casual but still amazing.
18+ letting Eren eat cake off your tits for his birthday ⋆˙⟡
A messy task it was, and that was the reason you had originally said no. But it was Eren’s birthday, and he just sounded so desperate when he begged…you couldn’t stop yourself from giving in.
Vanilla icing, birthday cake, and rainbow sprinkles were slathered across your tits, perky and ready for Eren to feast.
“This is such a mess.” You muttered, though under the surface you were glad Eren was getting what he wanted. He was in between your legs, just staring. Drool pooled in his mouth at the sight of you looking so delicious, all for him.
At last, he lowered his body, face meeting your right breast. He kept himself smothered for a moment, tongue flicking out to taste the contents that coated your flesh.
“Mmm…” Eren moaned, his free hand coming up at an awkward angle to fondle your other breast, clumps of cake falling from onto the bed next to you. “You taste so delicious.”
Eren was borderline making out with your tit, tongue lapping at his favorite flavor of icing and cake, sugar coating his tongue. He sucked the icing your nipple, causing you to gasp.
He sat up slightly, bringing the hand that was playing with your other tit to his mouth so he could eat the cake off of it. Eren collected some icing off your chest, pushing two fingers to your lips.
You parted them, letting Eren slide them inside. You licked the sweet cake off of his fingers, drawing your hand up to tangle in Eren’s hair.
When Eren finally pulled away from your tits, your nipples had damn near gone numb from all the sucking. He sat up, pulling his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth, wiping them on the blankets.
“That’s so disgusting.” You tutted, letting yourself be pulled up and against the pillows by Eren. He wrapped his strong arms around you, keeping you snuggled close by his side.
“We can always get new sheets if it bothers you that bad.” Eren mumbled, burying his face into the top of your head. Your chest still had icing on it, and still created an annoying mess.
It didn’t matter to you anymore, though. “Happy birthday, baby. I hope you had a good one.” You tilt your head up, chasing his lips.
Eren leans in, holding you in a long, tender kiss, hand reaching up to hold the side of your neck. “I couldn’t have asked for a better one. Thank you, sweetheart.”
You forced Eren out of bed after a few minutes, dragging him by the hand. “Come on, Eren. We can shower, change the sheets, and then get back in bed.”
He didn’t complain, instead just letting you pull him by the hand, a boyish grin on his face.
Eren truly felt like the most blessed man on earth.
A/N: Happy birthday to the boy who sought freedom.
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 4k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, eren jäeger x fem reader ( black coded ), eren is german/turkish, he speaks a looot of german, established relationship, pussywhipped!eren, linguerotics, rennie’s tatted, size kink, missionary, mating press, spanking, light choking, biting, creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. angel, princess, schatzi, papa, daddy, etc. ) explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ🪽 ⸻ based off this ask! i wrote this in one sitting so pls bear with me lol >.< i've just been feelin oh so sappy in loveee for eren lately, and the thought of him groaning broken german into ur ear . . wow i think i just creamed ooof lord . i highly recommend using a translate feature as you read! overall, i'm super excited to officially dive back into AoT with this piece yayyy! it's a lil something sweet for ‘ren’s belated birthday until the real treat finishes baking! thank you so much for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) angel, the weeknd ⨾ too deep, dvsn ⨾ do it well, dvsn ⨾ spontanverkher, and one ⨾ touched by an angel, lloyd
when it comes to love, eren is vocal. he finds it to be the most beautiful language, unspoken yet understood through warmth, heart, touch. that’s what make it come easy to him.
despite his many tongues, he isn't a man who lingers over words. not deliberately, at least. there isn't any careful scripting to the way he speaks, no rehearsed cadence meant to charm or ensnare. and yet, somehow, he always knows what to say.
he knows. that exact murmur that'll settle warm against your ear, low and smooth when he instructs you to stay close, hold onto him, spread your legs wider, arch your back further . . . he knows, the subtle shift in tone that sends a ripple down your spine, the kind that makes your body listen. his voice moves through him without thought.
when considering his mother tongue, though, you almost feel as though he avoids it with you. eren doesn’t go out of his way to shape his tongue around german, not when he knows the meaning would be lost somewhere between his lips and your understanding. he never makes any deliberate attempt to impress you with a language you can't follow. he speaks to you in ways you will understand, in ways that settle easily into you, invoke your pretty smile.
it’s his pet names that linger instead— sounding all soft and familiar, worn warm from use. the ones he returns to without thinking, like second nature. schatzi. simply sweet. ever so precious. the word curls from his mouth with an ease that feels almost absentminded, yet never careless. and liebling, his favorite, his darling. it’s usually spoken quieter, closer, like it belongs to you and him alone.
those are the few words you come to know. not by translation, but how they’re given. by the way his voice lowers around them, the way they brush against your skin like something tangible.
mixed by blood, eren's heritage lives in the small details about him more than anything else; his cadence, his features, his mannerisms. he doesn't necessarily talk about it. his tongues, german and turkish, live elsewhere. like in fleeting moments on the phone with his family, voice softened with a familiarity different from the kind he shows you.
it's admirable, how effortlessly he slips into the rhythm of home when catching up with his mother and father. you hear it only then, in fragments and tones, something distant. you try to glimpse into that part of him, but he leaves it unshared.
it isn't that your boyfriend withholds any aspects of his life, or his culture, from you. rather, he lets untranslatable words fall as they come, shaped more by his feeling than intentionality. there's a certain intimacy in that. he thinks that you don't have to understand every syllable to feel the weight of it.
because with him, it's about how it lingers in the space between you long after the words have fallen away.
you know eren doesn’t make much use of deutsch in his everyday life, no. it remains tucked away as the one thing he doesn't reach for, but something that exists all the same. and maybe, that's what makes it all the more enticing, when it surfaces in the moments his control finally begins to slip.
it’s in those instances, when his breath grows uneven and composure frays at the edges, that something from deep within him begins to rise unbidden. words he doesn't consciously choose, tones he typically wouldn't shape, leaving him in a low, broken lilt. there's nothing intentional about it, just the rawness of instinct when the sensation is so overwhelming that he can't help himself any longer.
and in that unraveling, there's something disarmingly sensual. not just the act itself, or the hot slide of his hands when he touches you, but a side of him that can't be hidden away, revealed only when he's too far gone to hold it back.
"scheisse!"
it slips out of him without warning. his mind’s so muddled by the way your dewy walls squeeze his cock that he doesn’t even think to translate. he’s drawn fully into the hilt of your gushing pussy, his presence heavy both in-and-outside of you. he's got you splayed out on your back, displayed ever so beautifully, soft textured hair fanning out on the pillows, like that of a halo. how fitting, for his precious angel.
eren has you tucked under the breadth of him and slovenly folded into missionary, your body immovably pressed beneath the heat and heaviness of his imposing frame. his attention narrows on you, you, you, until nothing else seems to exist outside of it.
your trembling leg is held in his left palm, secured at the pit of your knee as he guides it up against your shoulder as a means to fucks deeper into you. his other hand rests hot upon your waist, grip tightening whenever you react, kneading at warm brown flesh whenever you clamp down on him. he's unrelenting with how he draws out, plows in, does it again, again, again. dense clapping resounds in hollow echoes throughout the dim-lit bedroom of his paradis-city penthouse.
"e—ren! eren, erennn,” his name falls fractured from your lips, each syllable hitching as it leaves you. he hears it, and something in him shifts. a slow, unmistakable reaction that pulls at the corner of his mouth before it fully settles into a smile. it spreads wide, brazen and sharp in a way that looks as feral as he feels; all teeth, cutting sharp and boyish across his face, features drawn tight with ardor.
pleasure has already taken hold of him; face flushed, sweat gathering and rolling in narrow paths down his skin. his dark manbun sits slightly undone at the base of his head, loose strands slipping free to cling to his temples and the nape of his neck, his tattooed body damp with the same heat that coats him. his brows, thick and dark, knit tightly together, while his bright-teal eyes stay intense and wild, fixed on you with a look that doesn’t waver. you’re his maker and weakness alike, the only thing holding his focus together as he unravels for you.
"komm schon, engel," eren dips low, his large frame folding over yours, shoulders rounding as he closes the space between you, brushing the plush of your lips with his own. "hngh, wha—?" you whine against his mouth, needing of clarity. his breath is warm and close when he murmurs, earnest for a taste of your lips, "küss mich."
you don’t fully comprehend him, but eren closes the gap regardless, until there’s nowhere left for your voice to go but into him. his large hand lifts up, cups your jaw nice and steady, tilts you upwards just enough to meet him as he presses his lips to yours. firm at first, then deeper, more claiming than it is gentle. when he pulls back, it’s only by a breath’s width, enough for the curve of his smile to linger against your mouth.
his hips take to a slow roll, grinding into yours so sweetly. the rounded end of his hard cock nudges the inner pudge of your softest spots, with the lean ridge of his pelvis brushing over the sensitive peak of your clit. the both of you hold no inhibitions, breaths pouring into each other's mouths in uneven waves, panting and moaning with not a sound refrained.
him and you, you and him, him in you. all sense becomes lost in a heated slew of sloppy strokes and the wettest kisses. he's making such a mess of you; stealing your breath, bruising your flesh, fucking stirring your insides.
for eren, countless sensations begin to merge. your velveteen walls are clamping down, tight, on his pulsing dick, dripping and sobbing all over the length of it. then there's the way you cling to him, just ferocious. the powder-white arch of your fresh nails do well at drawing fiery marks down the broad plane of his tatted back. his olive skin is warm and damp under your palms, glowing sheen with a film of sweat.
your breath brushes against the reddening shell of his pierced ear, sounds uneven and soft in a way that makes him grow impossibly harder. eren responds in kind, groans amplified, his hold at your waist tightening just enough to keep you anchored to the you-shaped dip in his king sized mattress. you're so pretty, so perfect; behaving so well that all he wants to do is just give you more.
so he does.
"shh, lass mich einfach . . stillhalten." eren’s hands span down your shaking thighs, dancing around around your calf until they close around both of your ankles. his fingers wrap fully, thumbs rubbing circles while the rest of his grip adjusts you without effort. he translates what he knows you didn't catch, "don't move."
eren shapes the physical space between you, and he continues to bend you at angles until the right silhouette is captured. he brings your knees toward your shoulders, folding the form until thighs press firmly against the core of your tummy. shifting his weight low, he transitions into a deep squat, strong thighs flexed as he assumes the position of sitting on his haunches, all without pulling out of you.
with the new vantage, he drives forward and plunges into the tightness of you with sudden, intense momentum that draws the sharpest, most involuntary cry from your lungs— a sound that brings a knowing smile to his face. eren frees self-satisfied laughter, for he always manages to pry out the very reaction he sought to provoke. he finds your body familiar. so easy to mold, too easy to play with.
"ffuuuck! p-please, papaaa, please—"
his response comes rippling out as an unintended growl, sourced from the depths of his chest, and the bass of it makes you clench helplessly around him. with every surge, every thrust forward, he loses another piece of his restraint. an especially taut squeeze of your soaked pussy is all it takes for his snark to dissolve into total surrender.
"fuck . . du bist so eng," his words grow reckless to match just how you undo him. he rambles on about just how tight you are, freeing terribly desperate praise and german incoherencies. he's too far gone to realize he'd even switched languages. frankly, eren doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, and you sure as hell don’t either. it’s hard to follow when he’s digging you out like that; hips slamming down, the fat of his balls clapping against the seam of your ass with every thrust.
more foreign words tumble from his lips— dark, guttural, yet somehow melodic, leaving you in a haze of both lust and confusion. despite it, your body understands the intent perfectly. the way you arch into him, cunt swallowing every known inch of his dick whole, slick walls clamping around him like a desperate vice, tells him everything he needs to know.
eren finally seems to be returning to himself, eyes clearing as he grows aware; and with that, comes the teasing. another predatory smirk pulls at his mouth as he realizes just how cockdrunk he’s made you, sensitive even down to the veins that drag within you. and so, he draws out the friction, slows his pace to an agonizing crawl, buries himself into you with impossible depth.
each heavy thrust knocks at your cervix and prods at the very limit of you, blunt and demanding, as if he’s trying to leave his mark on your very soul. he's so all-consuming that the heady scent of his skin and the licking heat of his salt-slicked body fills your lungs. you’re crying, you think, unsure as to when it started. all you know is you’re breathing him in, tasting the raw, primal edge of him with every gasp and tear you choke on.
"aww, poor baby,” he croons, tone darkened with condescend, “macht dich das an, schatzi?" he murmurs, the grunted slew of german humming against your skin. he’s asking if it turns you on— the suddenly rough shift into his mother tongue, and though the meaning of his words escape your mind, you can only nod helplessly, teeth sinking into the swell of your spit-streaked lip as a flush burns across your chest.
"feels good, yeah? i'm fucking you so deep, aren't i? mm, c'mon, angel . . . talk to me, talk to daddy." he eases more of his weight onto your pressed frame, feeding you deep, languid strokes so slow you can hear the wetness sloshing.
"yeahhh, it's good, er-en . . hnn, feelssogood, d-daddyyy," his name tears out of you in a pulled shudder, the syllables breaking over one another. it’s the type of sound that invites his wolfish grin, curled with a special kind of satisfaction. his smile is purely predatory when he gets to hitching your leg up higher, rocking into you faster. the lewdness of unfiltered noise begins to swell throughout the room.
before long, you're both trembling over the pace he’s taken; his fingers twitching along your pushed-up thighs, while you're left grappling for purchase along his bulging, corded biceps, your fingers digging into the sinuous centipede inked across his firm rounded muscle. frantically, you cling to one another as the world outside seems to fade away.
eren leans in, ink-dark strands escaping his hairtie, feathering your neck, and cascading over his shoulder to curtain your faces. overzealous, he captures your lips with his own once more, silencing your soft sounds with a deep kiss that tastes as saccharine as love itself, wettened by the salted twinge of adrenaline. his moans tumble out of him helplessly once you get to licking at his tongue. he juts it out for you to suckle on.
the tension brews to a fever pitch. you’re close, and so is he.
"komm und hol mich," he wants—no, needs you to cum for him, pleads in breathless sounds so gritty that you can feel them pass through your bones. those bright-teal eyes, glassed over with brimming tears of pleasure, desperately lock onto yours. his touch is just as urgent.
eren brings the calloused pad of his thumb to your clit, each deliberate rub a targeted press that sends fresh jolts of heat spiraling through your tummy, makes your hips buck up into the onslaught. his breath comes out in ragged puffs as his fleshy, kiss-bruised lips meet your ear, grazing the shell, words unfamiliar yet sweet all the same. “komm auf meinen schwanz, bitte.” the vulnerable rawness of his voice is a love language all in its own. something in you knows to follow his command, even if the meaning is a mystery.
that building pressure low in your gut begins to coil, tightening into a concentrated knot that demands release. it’s a heavy, mercurial ache that pulses in sync with his movements, making your vision swim as you reach the precipice. your every nerve-ending screams for the sweet, sweet release that only his next deliberate strike can provide.
as for eren, his focus is simply fractured; hands moving with a restlessness that betrays how close he is to the edge. he lifts his free hand to knead and possess the soft weight of your right breast, his grip firm and demanding, before his fingers lift to heedlessly lace around your neck, as a means to keep you pinned in the middle of storm of his movements.
that same grasp trails away from pressing your artery, slinks down, and squeezes a big, greedy handful of ass into one palm alone. he delivers one smack— two, three. the fourth leaves red in its wake, blooming faint along warm-brown flesh. he merely smiles when you mewl at him.
the combination he grants you is far too much, too fucking frantic; the stinging heat of his palm against your skin and the possessive weight of his hand at your throat leaves you feeling hazy and unmoored, your thoughts dissolving into a thoughtless, honeyed fog.
a few more of those slowed, plunging thrusts, paired with how nicely he toys with your puffy clit, is what finally shatters the dam and sends rolling waves of your orgasm to crash right through you. it washes over, heavy and thick, the feeling purely electric as it zips through the base of your spine all the way down to your tightly curled toes. your quivering legs lock around his lean waist as he fucks you through the height of it, dark-chestnut hair swinging over hunched shoulders.
"don't you let go yet— m'not done." eren rasps against your agape lips, voice a broken wreck. he taps your soft cheek in two firm pats when your eyes begin to flutter shut, peers at you through hooded eyes, forcing bitten words out through grit teeth, "look at me, schatzi," his fingers tangle into the soft, dense curls of your hair to tilt your head his way. "you came so fuckin' hard, tell me you felt that—shit! mm, p-please, baby . . tell me you’re mine."
you manage to open your mouth, try for an answer, but every brutal impact of his hips knocks the air from your chest, splintering your voice into meaningless little sounds. the rhythm of his pounding, loud and heavy, turns shaky and imprecise as he utterly loses the battle for control. you can see the strain in the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his breath hitching as he teeters on the edge.
eren frames your face with a sudden tenderness, his large hands encompassing either side of your head as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth itself. he pulls you in until your foreheads touch, eyes locking in a feral, heavy-lidded stare that teases at his release. you babble out his name with every sloppy knock of his hips.
your inner walls clamp down in a steady, involuntary pulse around him, and the friction becomes too much for him to bear. then comes a guttural sound, ripping straight from his chest, followed by a smaller, vulnerable whimper that echoes out, almost like a plea:
"scheisse, ich komme— fffuuuck!"
he jolts forward with an almost animalistic force, burying himself to the very hilt as the first warm, heavy spurts of his release spill free from his cockhead and into your awaiting womb. you feel him throbbing deep within your silken walls, the pulsing erratic as he stuffs your cunt with thick loads of his cum; emptying himself, filling you.
a hushed stillness sets over eren's thirtieth-floor apartment. all movement drifts to a weighty pause; until, eren eventually collapses his full weight onto you with a long, shuddering sigh. the solid, unyielding mass of him drives a soft huff out from your throat, pinning you into the charcoal sheets in a way that feels strangely grounding.
his inked forearms bind around you like vines, pulling your bodies flush-tight until there’s no room left between you. in turn, you drape your arms over the broad expanse of his back, your thumbs tracing soothing circles over the angry, reddened lines of the skin you tore.
"ugh— rennie, you're heavy."
"mmn." is his heedless response. you both lie there in a tangled, breathless heap of afterglow, your lungs working for shallow air as the adrenaline begins to recede. after threading through the dark, damp silk of his long hair, weaving and undoing braids in the same sitting, your arms finally loosen their hold around his nape. eren nuzzles his face into the soft swell of your breasts, the tip of his nose grazing the sensitive bone of your sternum as he seeks out your warmth.
a small, balmy laugh escapes you, the sound light and surreal against the dense, syrup-thick atmosphere. the air is heavy, saturated with the salt-sharp scent of skin, the musk of his cologne, the lingering sugar of your arab perfume, and the sweet, pungent tang of your collective release— a sensory memento of every orgasm you just shared.
"damn . .” the silence breaks around his voice, low and winded, “didn't think y’had a kink for that."
"hmm," you blink slow, the wisps of your curled lashes fluttering. "for what?"
"uh-uh, don't play dumb now," eren noses your jugular, tickling your neck with a nudge so fleeting you can’t help but break, a shy giggle bubbling up and out into the open. "could've just told me you wanted me to switch languages, princess."
“i didn't even know it was something i’d enjoy that much," you bite down on a drowsy laugh, manicured fingers lifting to idly twirl a stray, dark lock of his hair. you’re secretly glad his hair-tie snapped under the pressure.
"i like the way your brain just . . . shorts out when you hear it. makes you so . . ." a kiss, breaking the pattern of speech, is pressed to your upturned lips, so pink and soft.
“—much more," another, then a suckle to your jaw, "—responsive." there's a gravel-like texture to the sound of his teasing. "i don't think i've ever heard you get that loud before, baby.” eren hums aloud onto your skin, a low rumble of pure satisfaction that thrums low in his throat and vibrates against your chest.
he shifts his weight just enough to pepper wet, uncoordinated kisses along the sensitive expanse of your throat, his every movement sluggish with pleasure.
“verdammt gut,” he murmurs against your skin, testing the effect he has over you, simply wishing to witness how tightly you’d pulse around him in response. sure enough, he smiles to himself when you do, walls clamping down where he remains stuffed inside you. a whispered moan falls from you, eyes screwed impossibly tight.
his lips latch to your pulse as he mouths praises you don’t need to translate to understand. the meaning sounds as sweet as his kisses taste. “du bist so gut, liebling.” even though his brain's misted over with lust, and his dick is still warmly nestled deep inside you, he can’t help but nip playful marks into your flesh. you find yourself cooing at his affections, your fingers tangling in the deep-brown spill of his hair as you shallowly rock your hips onto his softening cock.
he mumbles more foreign little nothings into the damp, sweat-slicked crook of your neck, the tone so tender it feels like a physical caress.
“ich liebe dich so sehr, angel . . .” he breathes, the confession soft and embracing against your skin. the meaning devotional, so unmistakable; he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
the ardency of the past hour's lovemaking seems to evaporate, leaving only the two of you sinking in the cooling sheets. from the crevice of your chest to his broadened one, your hearts beat heavy against one another in a synced tempo.
with one last, lingering kiss to your collarbone, eren lets his heavy eyelids fall shut. the silence that follows isn't empty. instead, it’s full and warm, smelling of salt, sandalwood, and the raw fragrancy of his adoration.
the darkness of the room feels like a protective veil. in the stillness, with his warmth still grounding you and his scent filling your lungs, you finally let your own eyes close, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep cradled in the arms of the man who loves you more than he has the words to say.
"Fuck.." His groans muffled into the soft pillow, the word vibrating deep in his chest. His fingers gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white and trembling. "Right there, baby—damn it.."
Another strangled noise left him, a mix of a moan and a pained hiss that sounded too close to a plea.
To anyone standing outside the door, the constant shifting of the mattress and Katsuki's breathless, foul-mouthed praises would have painted a very specific, scandalous picture.
He sounded completely undone, pushed to the limit of his self-control.
"Don't stop." He rasped, his voice cracking as his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, Y/N.. You're killing me here.."
Y/N sat firmly on the small of his back, her knees braced on either side of his powerful thighs. She focused only on the tight knots beneath her hands, rubbing the spots on his shoulders that a professional would have missed.
Katsuki was always sore from his training, but today the hero work finally caught up to him. He was so stiff he could barely move, lying flat on his stomach while his wife worked on his back. What would he do without her..
She put all her weight into her thumbs, digging into the stubborn knots, earning yet another groan from him.
"Shut up and breathe, Katsuki." She spoke softly, unable to hide her smirk.
"I am breathing!" He barked back into the pillow, though it ended in a sharp grunt as she found a particularly nasty trigger point right between his shoulder blades. "Holy—shit—your hands.. How the hell are you doing that?"
Y/N didn't answer, sliding her palms down the broad expanse of his back, using the heat of her skin to soothe his flared nerves.
She worked carefully but firmly, rubbing his shoulders and the muscles down his back. Katsuki let out a long, shaky exhale, his entire frame finally beginning to sink into the mattress.
His loud swearing turned into quiet groans of relief. He usually hated losing control, but under her soft hands, he was more than happy to give in.
Synopsis. In this season of The Bachelorette, 22 of Japan’s hottest bachelors vie for a chance for your hand…and between your legs. A plethora of eligible men from a buff personal trainer to a handsome lawyer, to a white-haired model with way too much charm—this might just be the steamiest season yet!
Pairings [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, The Bachelorette AU, reality TV, interviews, confessionals, sIight pIot, one-on-one dates, rose ceremonies, máting presses, they’re FÉRAL, spítting, chokíng, manhandIing, sIight bréeding, tummy buIges, DlLF!Toji, semi pubIic (Ino), sIight exhíbitíonism, sIight bòndage (Higuruma), p talking, p sIapping, fuII neIsons, DÚMBIFlCATION, cervíx smooches, MMA fighter!Sukuna, HEADLOCKS, Gojo’s PÚSSYDRÚNK, babbIing, creampíes, cúmpIay, proposals, possessive!JJK men, showing off, surprise at the end, you get to actually choose, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Those pics from Artemis II are making me saur emotional- also Happy Easter to everyone that celebrates!
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - First rose.
“Name? Toji Fushiguro. Age? Hah- who’re you to ask?” Even his introduction sounds like he’s sizing everyone in the studio up, a single unimpressed brow raised. In front of him Toji keeps his beefy arms crossed - both to stave off the awkwardness of speaking to a rolling camera, and to flex his biceps—just a little bit.
They were still filming the footage of their introductions - Toji hasn’t even entered that infamous mansion yet and somehow he finds his knee bouncing.
He doesn’t know whether he wants to (reluctantly) thank Shiu or throttle him for signing him up for this…bachelorette show. Is this what the youth was interested in these days?
Verdant eyes darting around the dimly-lit room, “I work as a personal trainer, among…many other things.”
A producer probes from one end, “And are you confident you’ll be picked, Fushiguro-san?”
“Confident?” He can’t help but crack a smile at that, “Please- who wouldn’t pick me? One night is all I need.”
A sudden hush falls over the studio—cameramen meeting eyes with each other, and producers who simply couldn’t see past the multi-million yen signs that were popping up in their vision. They’re rubbing their hand together, and urging the handsome man on the seat to continue speaking-
The producer that was more in charge of the B-roll footage speaks to Toji once more, “Now that’s certainly the way to enter this season, Fushiguro-san.” Flipping through the notes given on each condition, “And what else? Could you please tell the audience what you like to do for fun?”
“Hah…going to the gym, martial arts, taking care of my little one.” He scratches behind his neck.
“You have a child, Fushiguro-san?”
“Yeah, I have a son. Just six years old.” And he wonders just what booming sound effect they might add on into the background of this confession. He chuckles just thinking about it - how did Shiu convince him to come on here again? Well…he supposes it might also have something to do with you.
Toji’s eyes slide over deftly to the small screen at the back end of the room - just to get the contestants more familiar with you prior to your actual meeting at the mansion, they were replaying raw B-roll from your own introduction.
And Toji isn’t one to latch onto someone like that but- fuck, his eyes really couldn’t stop drifting over.
The curve of your smile. The way you’re looking behind you.
The way those lashes of your flutters just so—
He’s sure the cameras around him notice and hone in on the slight flickering of his peripherals, and he has to shake his head ever-so-slightly to stop himself from making a fool out of himself right here and now. “Yeah…” He rubs his roughened palms down his thighs, “Could you ah- repeat that last question?”
A few crew members chuckle. “Do you think that being a dad is going to hinder your chances in any way, Fushiguro-san?”
“Nah.” He leans back n’ tightens his crossed arms, scarred lips parting with a grin. “I’m a Fushiguro and I always get what I want—and I know what I want now.”
Eyes wafting over once more.
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Most of the contestants still remained after the introduction phase - other than a few that were just plain rude, or the two-toned Zenin bastard that was kicked out for his outdated opinions. Upon entering the mansion, Toji Fushiguro had received your first impression rose that night - a signal to Toji that you’re keeping your eyes on him, and a signal to the 21 other men to up their damn game.
They were threatened, clearly.
Perhaps that’s why some of them were throwing disgruntled looks his way. Perhaps that’s why they ducked their heads whenever he passed, whispering behind their hands like high schoolers at a slumber party of some sort.
He’s witnessing this bizarreness as he trudges into the mansion’s vast kitchen. And honestly, Toji could almost laugh- but that’s before he’s catching a shred of what garbage they’re spouting.
“—heard production discussing that he’s a dad.”
That makes him pause.
Though Toji doesn’t let it show on his face, he keeps his hands working on his bottle of protein shake- and his ears turned in the direction of a bunch of stupid bastards that didn’t think they could be heard.
They shoot a few glances at him once more—“You really think she’s gonna fall for an older guy like that? I bet you it’s a pity rose-”
“It’s to get the ratings up, duh.” Another pipes up. “Everyone knows that in the end, she’s never going to go for the old guy.”
“A dad, at that.”
“Shouldn’t he be with his kid, instead?”
“I don’t think she even knows-”
“Probably too embarrassed to tell her-”
SLAM!
The protein shake bubbles over as Toji struggles not to grip it to bits- ultimately ending up banging it down on the marble counter. The group of men swivel their heads around as they realize that he might just have ended up hearing—not so geriatric now, huh?
And Toji feels his face twist into something akin to…a smile. Something welcoming, that you’d never catch dead on his face.
He’s looming one step towards them - just one step - when lo and behold you’re making your way into the kitchen. Baring such a beautiful smile at them all.
And who was Toji to pummel some ugly faces in when your gorgeous one was watching?
Instead, he’s taking you by the hand.
Not even a second glance at the stunned losers left behind- Toji’s dragging you to the quietest, most private room he can find in this house filled with bachelors. Ultimately—it ends up being his room, and the cameras and microphones can only catch snippets of his confession to you.
“There’s something you hafta know.” Comes out Toji’s usually-gruff tone, “I’m a dad.”
A pause.
And then your voice, “Dad? Like…zaddy?”
Beside himself, he laughs. “No. A dad—I have a son.” And by that excited look in your eyes - the way it piques your interest that this might just be the hottest DILF you’ve ever seen - he already knows that those other bastards are going to eat their words.
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“S-so about that- ngh—” All the cameramen had been kicked out - just in time for Toji to let you grapple him onto the creaking bedsprings. Clamoring on top. Swallowing n’ sucking down as much of his thickened length between your legs as you could.
You’re feeling his incredible girth stretching you out- throwing your head back as far as it would go.
As you’re babbling and drooling on his sheer length, Toji clasps onto one side of your hips. He’s using but a fraction of his strength to bounce you towards him - in a figure-eight motion that could barely be completed given the sheer shakin’ of your thighs. Squeezed around him.
Rolling his sage-green eyes with rough laughter, he’s spreadin’ his meaty thighs and bucking up into you—the edge of his cock bulges even deeper inside. Deeper than you ever thought possible.
Deep enough that your stomach was displaying a slight bulge where he was pushing his erection against your walls. At least you could feel it like so…and the older man wastes no time before reaching up and pressing the front of his palm against it—feeling for that cylindrical outline. “So? Cheh- finish your sentences, doll.”
“I was just about to…” You pout- and he coos. How cute…
Before craning his head down and spitting between those jutted-out lips of yours. Toji looks up at you through the gaps in his shaggy black bangs, “Are those lips wet enough to finally enunciate your words or do I need to spit again?”
“I was saying—so about you being a father…” You’re trailing off - and there’s a glint in his eyes that lets you know that you’ve certainly caught his attention now. Shyly continuing on with the cockdrunken thought that’d been tumbling around your head, “This is definitely too soon- too forward, but um…have you ever thought about perhaps wanting…another…?”
You could barely meet his eyes- fuck.
Though he doesn’t seem to mind that. He’s wrapping his large hand around your neck and forcing you to look into his eyes either way, breathless. Stunned.
Something so charged between the two of you that it’s easily leaving you even wetter—staining the ridges n’ muscles of his abs with your slippery slick.
Toji leans in close enough that you think he’s about to kiss you. Before he suddenly stops - lips millimeters away from your own - and asks. “Who said you could stop, mama?”
Your eyes widen, “Wh-what—oh.”
And you hadn’t realized that in your tension for his response- you’d completely halted your bouncing hips. You’d completely let your cadence peter out.
And Toji Fushiguro couldn’t have that, now, could he? Especially not when he was…
Before you can even gather your thoughts, he’s arching his sculptured back against the comfy mattress. And fuck- you almost wish you had those cameras right about now—because the way his muscles rippled beneath you was heavenly to look at - Toji smirks like he knew exactly what you were thinking about.
That smug quirk of his lips turning into something far wider, something far more feral once he’s holding onto you from beneath and rut-rut-rutting his slick-sheened cock into you.
Hard hits. Dark brows furrowing in concentration.
Despite you being the one above, you’re completely at the mercy of his swollen cock.
At the mercy of his heavy balls plapping! against the forefront of your cunt. At the way he’s using one hand to keep you stable on top of his vicious pelvis, and the other to press down upon that one spot on your stomach where he could feel himself—Toji runs his calloused fingers across where his reddened tip was pokin’ into your cervix.
Bashing away - he smiles as he feels every single one. Every single bruise he’s pounding out into your deepest depths.
And you’re wracking with shivers on top of him once Toji presses down. “Like I said- who said you could stop?”
There it was again. “I-I mean—”
“If you want to be fucked pregnant, then you’ve gotta continue until those pretty legs of yours are begging you to stop.” Your jaw drops as he continues in his hoarse tone, “You’ve gotta need it.” He tap-taps on top of your core, where your poor innards were being absolutely molded to the thickness of his cock. Vein-covered and hot. “You’ve gotta hunger for it—”
And it doesn’t matter what he could say at this point - every single word was sending your mind spinning even further. “I am-” The globes of your ass stinging at the feeling of his contact-driven body beneath.
“Nuh uh. You’ve gotta work for it, girl—” Emphasized by pushing down on that spot of your tummy once more, “Arch your back.”
Whimpering, you can’t help but listen.
“Heeeeeh- good.” And as a reward, his free hand finds itself slitherin’ between your swollen folds. So sensitive that you’re damn-near sobbing- he teases out your cute clit and gives a few good pinches. “Now clench your pussy. Swerve your hips ‘round and ‘round.”
“L-like this?”
“Mhmmm. You’ve gotta keep on milkin’ my cock for every last drop m’gonna give-”
Your gaze drops between your legs, “I-”
“And then it doesn’t matter if m’shooting blanks—you’ve gotta milk me even more.” Something crazed in his eyes, he’s leaning into your kiss with a smile. Again and again; he’s splitting up the sweetest syrupy orifices inside you - and with only a few more sloppy slashes inside, you’re feeling your body get overcome by the waves of your high.
It fills you up with an initial warmth- from the tips of your toes and to the crown of your head.
Toji snickers as he fucks you through the soaring pleasure, making you feel as though you were on cloud nine. You’ve never known yourself to cum this easily with someone else before - and it’s only growing stronger and stronger inside of you given every thud-thud-thud against your cute g-spot.
Roverin’ his red, rounded tip and keeping it there—
You swear you feel his rock-hard cock start to bead out in even more pre- and perhaps something…even more?
“Follow all that n’ we’re not just going to win the season with an engagement…” Toji snickers to himself, palm massaging over the tummy bulge he was fucking into you. “But a baby, too.”
“O-oh…”You wondered how the producers were doing to explain away this.
♡ NANAMI KENTO - HEART RATE <3
“My name is Nanami Kento, I’m 27.” Such a deep, droning tone—one that immediately catches the attention of those watching, one that immediately sets the speakers slightly, sensually alight.
The camera pans upwards, up and up: revealing a firm torso, clad in such a smart suit. Sculptured core. Strong shoulders. Blond, slicked-back hair that glistened with a thin sheen of gel underneath the studio lights.
Nanami wonders what clips they’d be playing for his B-roll montage - something with the mock-business calls the producers made him act out, something with the sweet treats he bakes as a hobby, something with the long walks on the beach.
The entire process has been a whirlwind ever since Shoko signed him up- for a joke, mind you.
He never expected to actually see himself on trash- ahem, eccentric television.
And yet, here he was.
Hot around his collar as he sneaks a glance at a small screen to the side, replaying raw footage of the show—but most importantly, you. Nanami gulps.
“I’m looking for something serious.” He hopes he doesn’t sound as awkward as he feels, and the tips of his ears tingle once he’s looking away from the screen. “My friends signed me up for this show because they think I’m married to my work- hah. Perhaps I do tend to get caught up in it sometimes, but I really do hope to get married someday…to someone sweet, someone tender.” Nanami glimpses at your smile once more, “To someone I can come home to- not a physical house, but to someone I can leave my heart safe with.”
A producer whispers a question.
“Oh? What’s my position at work?” He repeats the question, before staring straight down the barrel of the camera, “CEO.”
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After an early coupling—the producers couldn’t have anyone closed off too early, of course. Where was the fun in that?
And so came…the challenges.
Just a few days into mingling, the producers pulled you aside to let you know that you’d be taking part in the first challenge of the season: The Heart Rate challenge.
The rules were simple - you were subjected to three minutes of a striptease from each of the contestants, in whatever manner and outfit they chose. In the meantime, a heart rate monitor would be tracking your BPM to announce which contestant had raised your heartbeat the most with their performance.
Simple…right?
Not.
Not quite when there were 18 (a slight drop from the initial 22) of some of the hottest men baring you with their washboard abs- showing off their sculptured shoulders- shyly bringing themselves closer to you. And though it’d been a tie between a certain white-haired model and your favorite DILF (who’d promised he’d be the one to win), who would’ve guessed that calm, collected Nanami Kento would’ve been the one to catch your eye the most?
He was clunky in his moves, that was true, but the ultimate killing shot came towards the end of his somewhat-awkward routine—when Nanami had leaned in close- half-dressed in his suit, tie dangling ‘round his neck - he’d forgone any extravagant costume.
Closer and closer. You were sure he’d be kissing you before…he gently grasped your hand and pressed his lips to your inner wrist.
Right on the erogenous zone.
To you, at least, it hadn’t been a surprise when Nanami had won the heart rate challenge.
Toji’s jaw had dropped- the producers were loving this.
And your reward - a night at a getaway suite with no cameras - had ended up a little…
“N-ngh—” Your mouth gapes open on top of the silken pillowcase, spit leaking out at a dizzying rate. Back arching. Thighs clenching-
Nanami shoves a hand between your pretty legs n’ spreeeeads your pussylips apart for him to slip in easier. “Now now, my love…” His smoky breath rumbles beside your temple, head bowed into the crook of your neck. The blond man feels a single line of tears splash down your cheeks, and he’s running his flattened tongue up the salty liquid- “Has this pussy never been fucked by a gentleman before?”
Before you know it, the rugged hand at your core smacks! down on your puffy lips. And you whimper- “Shit, no—?”
“Oh, reeeeeeally?” Nanami’s sweet, sweet tone coos at you—and you’re given no warning before his beefy right arm wraps around your neck in a headlock. “I fear I could tell, darling.”
Just the slightest twitch of his grin- pressed against the clammy side of your neck.
It’s all you’re getting before Nanami’s reeling his toned back even further, even hungrier - he lets his reddened, bulbous tip throb-throb-throb at your first ring of muscle before shoving it all the way down to the bottom. All the way until your walls have gobbled him down to the hilt, and you’re gasping as you struggle to take him.
Spit drivelling. Fists clenching the pillowcase.
And so he waits.
Juuuuuust waits and watches his massively thickened length disappear between those pussylips of yours. Until you’re starting to whimper. Until you’re starting to perk your hips up impatiently-
And Nanami plasters you to his firm body- the weight of his hips leaning down upon yours. The muscles of his v-line digging into the globes of your ass. Pinning you down to the comfy mattress—he’s then languidly gliding his shaft in and out. In and out.
With the most lecherous squelches! Nanami starts off slow at first - looooong and languid…before then thrashin’ himself carnally inside. “Easy—easy there.” Raspy whispers in your ear, “When you take a cock this- hah, big you hafta take it slooooow, my love.”
Your legs twitch as he’s easing inside a few inches even deeper, probin’ that girthy top into the base of your cunt. “Sh-shit…”
“C’mon.” Nanami grumbles, “Breathe with me, my love- breathe.”
“Breathe?”
“Mhm—s’what you do when it’s hard to take.” He huffs, “Never been taught that by those other boys, hm? Never been made to stretch like thiiiiiis-” Just as long as he elongates his words, his knobbly fingertips scissor open your crevice slightly- making it even easier for him to slip in and out. “Never had this needy pussy fed- hah, until she’s full? My poor lady…Never had these spots over here-” You’re trembling as he swipes down tender orifices, “-stimulated, hm?”
Shaking your head.
He audibly controls his breathing, urging you to do the same.
“Thought so. Now breathe in slooooow—” The blond man directs you- and when you’re taking too long to listen, he’s slammin’ his hand down on top of your cunt with another spank. “Yeah-” Once you’re listening to him after a few struggling seconds- “Yeah, you’ve got it. Take in a deep inhale f’me…”
Just as you do, your stomach contracting with the action, he’s mazin’ away a few more lewd inches - his palm skidding upwards to press down on your stomach. Feeling for himself as he pushes and pushes and pushes inside—“And then- fuck. Then exhale.” Nanami’s usually-steady tone almost…wavers as he says so.
“It feels so—mmm, good.” You’re babbling away as he slots inside. Almost as if your cunt was made for him, he’s lodging against every slick ridge, crevice, and bundle of nerves.
Hitting all the way at the very bottom.
He cracks a little smile, “And that’s how a gentleman fucks.”
Hiccuping, those torturous strokes of his made you wrack with primal shivers. “B-but I want it more-” Attempting to push yourself up onto your elbows, “I want it harder, Nanami-”
“Kento.”
Before you can babble out something questioning at his sudden interruption, you’re being shoved right back down onto the springy suite bed. The luxurious mattress engulfing you. The globular head of Nanami’s cock propels even deeper inside you.
He crushes his bicep even harder around your neck- cutting off your airway.
Even harder.
And you’re choking n’ sputtering - both on the stronghold he had on you, and on the thorough movements of his shaft shovelling inside. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he lodges himself straight at the spongy door to your womb.
Nanami tugs you up to his firm front then, “Call me Kento when we fuck.” Something different in his tone now - something dark and barely held back. It’s as though he was gnawing down on his bottom lip to keep himself in check, he lets out a roughened grunt as he plants one hard stroke—one incredibly hard stroke. “And be careful what you wish for, darling.”
For a gentleman never denies his lady, right?
You whimper.
Steadying his hips, he’s somehow managing to stretch your delicate walls out to his shape. Somehow managing to rub n’ pinpoint the most sensitive areas with his flared ridges. Already locating where your sweetest spot was- Nanami inches his long cock backwards and bashes it right near your g-spot.
Harder and deeper. Harder and deeper. Again and again. Just so thorough that it feels as though his round, red tip was pushing into your very throat.
In just a few sloppy strokes, he’s mapped out your entire cunt.
And no matter how much you’re moanin’ and clawing at the headboard - attempting to pull yourself up as though you’re caught between fucking down to him and moving yourself away - Nanami merely has to tighten his beefy arm ‘round your neck and haaaaaul you right back down. Pressing you against his plush pecs.
“For m’not going to leave this cunt high n’ dry like those other boys-” He whispers in your ear, callused fingertips darting down your slippery crevice to pinch your clit. Those pearly white canines of his nip at the shell of your ear, “I’ll have you know that I’m a man, my love. I’m a gentleman.”
Tears welling up in your eyes, “A-and that means…?”
“And that means I’m going to treat you as this lady-” Rolling over your sweet nub - it sends sparks up your spine. “-deserves to be treated. I’m going to take you out to a nice- loooooong dinner. I’m going to fly you out anywhere your sweet heart desires, my love. I’m going to take you out shopping and- fuuuuck.” The irritated end of his shaft trickles out hot precum, “I’m going to let you try to max out my debit cards- ”
You catch his emphasis, “Try?”
He chuckles, “You sure can try. And then…” Before you’re left eagerly wondering what else he has to say- Nanami rests his cockhead against your g-spot inside.
And then he’s making your poor walls bulge with the sheer force of him digging in and in- such raw pleasure that it makes moans rip at your throat. He didn’t know where you were drooling more from at this point - your mouth or your cunt.
Nanami’s golden hair nearly curtains his gaze now, though that doesn’t shield you from the sheer intensity of it. “And only then am I going to fuck this pretty lady.” He plasters his reddening pelvis against the globes of your ass cheeks, “After such a long, hard day of being spoiled- best believe that m’gonna fuck her to sleep. Fuck orgasm after orgasm out of you.”
“A-and what about you?” You’re turning your head backwards to get a good look at the handsome man, “Aren’t you going to cum, Kento?”
“Oh, my love…” It was just so cute how fucked you were - how you still had your manners despite being so. The sweetest smile graces his face, “Having you cum ‘round my cock is my greatest pleasure.”
And then you’re cumming.
Oh- you can’t help it. Head throwing back into his collarbone. Hands grasping at his own- ones in a headlock around you.
Those zaps of electricity curl at your toes, heat taking over your body, and all it takes is a single glide—down the pulsating area of your g-spot for you to be thrown completely over the edge. Wave upon wave of euphoria floods your body until you feel numb- and through it all, Nanami’s slick-glossed cock was shoving into you at a rapid rate. “Please…” Your mouth waters at the perfect way that Nanami was fucking you through each peak, “Sh-shit, it feels so good-”
Vein-covered cock massaging you up and down, in and out.
Even the tiniest bumps of his prominent veins leave you seeing stars- twinges of pleasure exploding between your legs. Your body goes slightly limp during the crescendo of your high.
“Oh, don’t tap out just yet, my love.”
And something primal inside you twitches at the sound of calm, cool, collected Nanami Kento’s voice like this- before you’re feeling his buff arms pull you right back to him.
“Because this is just the beginning-” He presses a soft kiss to your temple, “-isn’t it, my love?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - One-on-one.
“Hm? Oh, who doesn’t like long walks on the beach?” Geto laughs something deep and rich- unabashed. Blowing his knee-length hair out of his face, some of those Stygian strands get tucked delicately behind one ear. “My name is Geto Suguru, I’m 28, and I’m a professional masseuse.”
Geto’s murky amethyst eyes stare down the camera.
He already knows he’s got them captivated.
He crosses his legs, hands intertwining on top of them. Geto’s smile was utterly feline towards the lens, “And don’t take this the wrong way, but…” When his best friend had jokingly suggested joining this show- he didn’t think that it’d be so fucking fun. “-I’ve never had to chase anyone in my life.”
Geto feels the temperature in the studio drop a few degrees.
A producer stutters, “Y-you aren’t serious…are you, Geto-san?”
“Dead serious.”
He might get his scenes cut out and edited together to paint him as the villain- he doesn’t care. Because it was true—really.
All the confessions, the letters, the sneaking glances down the street. It wasn’t a lie that Geto Suguru never had trouble with the ladies and gentlemen and everyone in-between - to the point where he’s almost grown bored of it. But—you?
He’s seen the raw footage of you on the screens around, and he can’t deny that he was damn intrigued.
You were a challenge. You were someone that made his heart race- and oh, wasn’t that a strange feeling?
“So it’s nice that the roles are flipped for once.” He continues, flashing that infamous smile - breaking a few hearts, or so he’s sure they’ll make it seem so in production later - at the camera once more. He knows how these shows go…“At least, for now.”
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“Fuck, Suguru-” Dreamy mewl echoing out in the enclosed space, bouncing off those polished wooden walls. It sounded even louder in the production-made massage room - like music in Geto’s ears.
Geto’s expert hands slide down your body, coated in a sheen of oil.
It smears down your skin—illuminating the spots that he touched. Which seemed quite fitting, in your opinion, as wherever Geto’s fingers traced seemed to leave you alight - his thumb digs into one particularly stubborn knot on your right calf and you shiver.
“Tell me if it gets too much, gorgeous.”
“I will.” You just barely manage out.
The numbers had dropped down to 15, and it’d been time for the one-on-one dates. After your getaway with the blond man, Geto had been the first to whisk you away from the mansion once more—and needless to say that production was having a lot of fun with his profession as a masseuse. The best in Tokyo, actually.
Clients travelled far and wide for an appointment with him - and you’re beginning to understand why.
With you spread face-forward on the smooth table, with your arms crossed in front of you- lips cracking gently open with a sigh once his rugged fingers touch on just one spot—
“R-right there.” On your inner thighs. Too aware of the cameras surrounding you two, you still can’t keep the pleasure out of your voice.
And Geto shifts aside the towel on your otherwise-naked body - shooting a content smile at the camera as they don’t get to see - to rub up on that specific spot once more. “Here?”
Biting on your lower lip, you’re nodding your head. “There.”
Bit by bit. Press by press; he’s inching up the plane of your right leg - kneading and unravelling those knots you didn’t even know you have. He massaged you so well that you could moan. And just as Geto’s fingertips are about to become so blissful that you might have to ask him to pause - not for you, but for the cameras - he speaks. “You’re very tense here, I can tell you don’t let yourself rest.” The crowns of his thumbs rolling circles at your inner thigh, “You have so many knots here- if you want, I could…nevermind.”
And you’re looking over your shoulder at him with an anticipating gaze. “What was that, Suguru?”
“It’s stupid.” He shrugs sheepishly- though the glint in his eyes was telling you a whole different story. “It’s just…there’s this other type of massage that I never actually offer- but it might help you…unravel your body a bit more. But forget about it-”
“Let’s do it.”
And his lips quirk upwards.
And you knew what he was inferring- you fucking knew it. Which is exactly why you’re holding back a slight smirk as it takes Geto Suguru exactly 1 minute and 30 seconds to kick the camera crew out.
Then less than that to hoist himself up onto the massage table as well, to tug his baggy pants down, n’ have you bouncing on his cock.
Spit leaking down one side of your lips as you’re crashing your mouth against his pretty, puckered one- moaning straight into the hot, open-mouthed kiss as Geto’s thick cock swabs inwards. He was just about eight inches, and decorated with so many veins—he might just be stretching you out in ways you never thought were possible to feel before.
The plumpness of his cockhead, the zig-zagged patterns of his veins.
Geto didn’t just have his size going for him- he manages to curve his incredible length just perfectly inside your tight channel. Targeting your sweet spot within mere moments of finding himself between your legs—“Oh-ohhhh.” Crackling out from the back of your throat, “S-Suguru, that feels sho good.”
“Sho good, huh?” You feel his grin against your own mouth, “Don’t tell me you’re that cockdrunk already, gorgeous? And I haven’t even used my fingers on you, yet…”
Before you know it, he’s reaching up his mean left hand- letting it smush your cheeks together. You’re sure that that makes you create such a lewd expression upon your features, but Geto merely beams down at you as though you were the most beautiful creature he’s ever set his eyes upon.
Amethyst peripherals murky with something indiscernible. “C’mon- can you say something without slurring? Can you count from one till ten?”
Crossly- you couldn’t believe his sheer audacity right now. “Of course I can count until—ngh.” Only to be cut off with a thorough slash of his rounded cockhead- you feel it throbbing right against the spongy layer of your cervix.
Gluing himself even deeper with a few wads of his sploshin’ sap. He cracks a smirk, “That’s not the way you count till ten.”
Your mouth gapes.
And Geto takes his long, lingering time to lean closer and spit straight between your stunned lips - before using that left hand of his to close your mouth. “You’ll catch flies, gorgeous.” He titters to himself. The massage table creak-creak-creaks with each thrust of his - and his pace was something thorough and lingering.
Geto knew that his mushroomy tip felt good - and he was using it to his advantage. Not a single hammer of his hips was without reason—he was making sure to massage all the inner linings of your walls - every nook and hidden crevice - before he’s emptying out dollop after dollop of pre at the very bottom of your pussy. Giggling to himself at the way you’re utterly ruined on his long, long length- “Yeah- fuck, yeah. My poor baby can’t even speak?”
Your g-spot, however…he merely teases. Lightly grazing his flared tip near that treasure trove of nerve ends, but never quite hitting it. Again and again.
The velvety walls ‘round that spot quiver with need.
“But can she at least remember her own name?” He echoes. And throughout it all, you’re mindlessly attempting to angle your hips further into his- the ruthless man grabs onto a handful of your hair with his right hand. Jerking your face to look into his own, “I said- can she at least remember her own name?”
You hiss at the searing burn—
“Tell me your name, my cockdrunk girl.”
“Suguru- fuck.” Barely even registering the question - you doubt you could even hear him by this point.
Merely babbling away expletives at the way he’s fucking his cock up even more rudely—he’s poundin’ and poundin’ up into you in sloppy, structured hits. Deep. And Geto peers up into your dazed pupils whilst he fucks you - whatever he’s seeing there makes him smile, “Suguru? Heh- you think that’s your name, gorgeous?”
Mouth gaping, “I-I mean…”
“Well, you’re not technically wrong.” He hums- more to himself than anything.
And by now he’s rammin’ his length away into you at such a pace that the pap-pap-papping sounds were nearly louder than your own mewls. The sheer pressure of the strokes leaving you limp. Tenderly, you’re pushing your face into the sweaty crook of his neck- only for Geto to pull you back once more with the vicious restraint he has on you.
Making you stare into his ravenous gaze, “Look at me when m’speaking, gorgeous- you might be fucked stupid but you’ve gotta remember your manners, right?” Taking your cutesy whimpers as an affirmation, “And you might not be Geto Suguru but…how about Mrs. Geto Suguru?”
Shockwaves of pleasure cascade down your spine.
“Yeah- yeah, you like that?” Snickering to himself - who’d have thought you’d be such a romantic? He was, too…not that he was fucking you like it.
Geto was fucking you rough and hard- bruisin’ his rotund girth at the back of your pussy. He was leaving his mark for anyone else that came after - let them know that he’d been the one to make you feel so good. “I can take your last name, too, if you’d like.”
You’re breathless, “You- you really want to win—”
“Oh? So you can speak.” He speaks with slight amusement, “And, gorgeous- I really want to make you mine.” His tip bulges even bigger at the feeling of you clamping down- shit, it feels so good that he has to gnaw down on his bottom lip to keep from making any embarrassing noises. Panting out again, “Mrs. Geto Suguru.”
“Fuck-” You’re bouncing down onto his gluttonous cock.
“Mrs. Geto Suguru-”
“Please-”
“Mrs. Geto Suguru—” The pretty man smiles to himself as he’s finally - finally - pressin’ down on the button of your g-spot. Watching as your thighs quake, watching as your eyes spin to the back of your head. “Cum on my cock, Mrs. Geto Suguru.”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Who the hell doesn’t wait after knocking?
Surely part of the producers’ ploy; both your heads snap in the direction of the massage room door to see a flash of auburn hair—followed almost immediately by the door slamming closed once the intruder registers what he’s witnessing. And a familiar skater boy’s voice emanating through the slim wooden panel, “S-sorry–!”
You and Geto can do nothing but look at one another.
You’re sure the rest of the contestants would be hearing about this very…very soon.
Though Geto doesn’t look perturbed in the slightest. And he’s the first to move-
He’s the first to flip your positions around so that you’re splaying your back against the massage table now. His toned body hovering over you, he doesn’t waste a second before swatting- yes, swatting aside your trembly thighs n’ swivelling his length inside once more.
Long, luxurious slides down the narrow channel of your cunt.
You’re taking his strokes with a moan, “Suguru—y-you’re not bothered by- ngh, that in the slightest?”
“Why would I be?” He answers. And with that said, his soft fingertips snake between your legs- pinching that swollen clit of yours. “In fact…”
Just the slightest roll of his thumb - and you’re already feeling pleasure wreak havoc on your body. Then he’s pressing, then he’s tugging- then he’s alternating between teasing and pulling and massaging your needy nub over and over in ways that drive you wild. Spelling out what you’re piecing together to be his name—
Geto was about to show you what a masseuse could truly do.
“-how about we step up that volume, Mrs. Geto Suguru?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Fan-favorite.
“I-I’m Choso Kamo, I’m 29, and…um, I honestly don’t know why I’m here.” The dark-haired man beneath the spotlight fidgets with his thumbs, lips barely moving as he attempts to continue the introduction that he’s surely fucked up by now. “My little brother submitted an application on my behalf because he thought that The Bachelorette would be p-perfect for me to find someone and…um…yeah…”
The producers look at each other. Eventually, one of them calls out—“So is she?”
Choso startles- almost as if he didn’t expect to be addressed. Almost as if he didn’t expect himself to be perceived at all. “Well…”
And his eyes drift towards the small screen behind the camera - one that had been playing B-roll footage of you so that the contestants could get more familiar prior to the actual meetings. Oh. It’s strange how as soon as his gaze latches onto you, his eyes can’t seem to find any other purpose but to linger.
Choso’s shoulders raise up to his ears- as if to cover the faint blush that was creeping onto them. “Yeah…” He whispers, “Yeah, she’s just beautiful.”
And it’s all quiet on-set for a second—nothing sounding out but the mechanical hum of the lens as it zooms in on the flush he can’t deny. Choso jumps back a bit as he realizes just what they’d been focusing on, and he’s flickering his eyes uncertainly towards the cameraman behind it- “Are those things always going to be on?”
The other man nods, deadpan.
“Oh.” Choso gulps, “W-well I made sure my little brothers won’t be watching this season- but for the erm…Tiktaks? For the Tiktak edits they’re sure to get, could you make sure you get my good side, please?”
A producer asks, “And just for your brothers- if you could say something to them now, what would you say?”
And he gets a slightly determined smile upon his pretty, pretty face. “Your big brother’s going to win.”
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“So…bachelors, as you may know, this week’s Rose Ceremony is going to be like no other- because tonight we’re introducing the infamous golden rose—” A hush falls over the set. The host turns and blinds you and the lined-up contestants with his smile - one of those contestants being your future husband, perhaps.
You’re nodding back at him with a confidence you hoped your expression falsified.
And he turns back to the camera, “Tonight, whoever you choose to hand the golden rose to-” An impression rose just like the others before it, only this time it’d been sprayed gold and held a weight far heavier than just the paint. “-is who you’re going to be going on a three-day romantic getaway, with a honeymoon suite to boot—! No cameras.”
Twisting the rose nervously in your hands, your mind still whirled with names. So many handsome men. So many eligible bachelors- fuck, how were you ever going to choose?
“But…there’s a catch.”
12 contestants - and you - snap their heads over to the slyly beaming host.
He claps his hands in satisfaction, “You won’t be the one choosing your getaway partner.” Your jaw drops- and the host continues into the greedy lens—“It’ll be all of the world that’s been voting, day in and day out, throughout this week to pair up just who they want to see more of. Just who they think will be the perfect match for you…”
“Oh goodness.” You feel something - excitement, anticipation, fear - shoot through your blood vessels.
And looking straight at you, the host pulls out a glossy envelope from his suit jacket. You’re eyeing it as though it was a ticking bomb - and he merely waffles at the camera some more. “And our viewers have chosen: your romantic companion, your getaway partner, the man you’ll be sharing a bed with is—” The words hang in the air for a few more seconds, perhaps minutes, perhaps what feels like hours. “Choso Kamo.”
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“Shit…” Choso’s jaw drops, pupils turned into the cutest lil’ hearts and peering right up at you—as you lower yourself down onto him.
His sensitive, twitching shaft disappears between your pussylips, and one hand of his immediately darts upwards to clasp at the side of your waist. Even just touching you like this…fuck, it sends bursts of electricity shooting from the tips of his fingers and up to his frazzled brain- then right back down again to his rock-hard cock.
He doesn’t think he’s been harder in his entire life.
Choso’s letting out a rugged moan as he fits inside your dripping wet cunt with a sluuuuurp! Pretty brown eyes rolling to the back of his skull- he’s shocked once he flutters them open to find that you’ve leaned yourself closer to him.
“O-oh, god…” Words barely a whisper.
One of your hands softly cupping the side of his face, “Something wrong, baby? Would you like to stop?”
“No.” The answer explodes out of him faster than he can control, and before you can register it - before he himself can register it - Choso’s quickly pressing both hands deeper against your hips to keep you from leaving. Even though there didn’t seem to be any immediate urgency of that- he doesn’t let up for a single second.
Digging his nails into your flesh- he’ll apologize for that later. Planting his feet on the soft mattress.
He slams you down to pin that hot, wet cunt of yours against his pelvis - until your clit caresses his happy trail—such a primal scratch down where you were most sensitive. And his body moves before his damn mind as Choso’s swabbin’ his cock inwards-
Not with any specific rhyme nor reason in mind.
Nothing but the primal urge to fill you up - to chase that heavenly squeeze of your walls. They’re spreadin’ apart juuuuust wide enough to gulp down his inches, and then when he’s reeling his hips back you’re clamping down until the man’s held hostage- gladly.
Shit- his lower lip trembles at the feeling. This was like nothing he’s ever felt before- and he hasn’t—
“You’re a virgin, Choso?” Your sweet, sweet hum breaks through the haze of his lust- just about the only thing he hears past the papping! of his hips arching up into yours.
And the man below you blinks up in confusion for a few seconds- long lashes dotted with tears. Before the smile upon your face makes him realize that his muddled brain - all your pussy’s fault - might have just said those last thoughts out loud…
You’re coming to the same realization he is. And you’re cooing down at him- pushing aside the sweat-dampened curls of his bangs. “Awww, pussydrunk already, baby?”
“M-mhm…” He’s nodding languidly.
“Tha’s alright.” You tut, “You’re doing so well for your first time- oh.”
Almost as if jinxing it - though that really wasn’t your fault, he was barely holding himself together as is - he throws his head back n’ lets his aching cockhead dribble out a few wads of…cum. Just from that. Just a few ivory beads of sap that glue to the veeeeery back of your pussy, making Choso lose his mind every time he’s gliding down your cervix and feeling his mess splosh ‘round inside you.
A singular line of cum leaks out of you, and Choso shivers as he catches it. “S-sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to-”
“Nothing to apologize about.” You’re cutting him off with a smile, meeting his thrusts by grinding your cunt down to meet his cock. “You’re still doing so well, baby…fuck, look how much you’re cumming.” And with that said- Choso thinks he sees the pearly gates themselves open up once you’re spreadin’ aside your thighs—just the slightest bit.
But Choso Kamo takes one look between your naked, shivering legs and moans.
Your pussy was just drenched in his cum - absolutely drenched. He hadn’t even recognized that he’d been cumming so much until he’s taking a peek, and he’s watching a few velvety ribbons of seed run down either side of your legs - creating a sheen that smears n’ spreads the more you’re meeting his cadence with your own. Skin against skin.
He’s letting out a ruined whimper—and you’re pushing down on his chiselled chest with a snicker. “See that, baby? You’ve been- hah, holding back for so long.” Even the slightest sound of your voice is enough to make his overstimulated cock spark with pleasure- he’s sure he empties out a few more droplets of cum. “How long have you been wanting to fuck me?”
Choso startles- eyes darting up to meet your expression. Damn that smile of yours. “I-I don’t know what you’re…”
“Oh, c’mon—” Teasing him. Putting pressure on his toned body, you’re now fully letting him recline- it was just so fun how much in awe Choso was…especially when you’re taking control instead.
Almost as if he was being thrown further and further into dreamland with every sloppy drag of your cunt - swallowing him up from his round, blushin’ tip and aaaaall the way to his hilt. His heavy balls, tightening as though he wanted to cum again. “With the way you’re grabbing me? With the way you’re- hah, rutting up to me?” Shoving between his pecs once more—“Down, boy.”
He whimpers.
“How long have you been wanting to fuck me, Cho?” Your lips twitch with amusement- he looks torn between sobbing in pleasure and sobbing in embarrassment. “It’s alright…I won’t judge-”
“Always—” Choso finally echoes out with a sudden squeeze of your velvety pussylips.
Practically wrenching the answer out of him- he laughs out something hollow at the back of his throat. “I’ve a-always wanted to…ngh.” The pointed edge of his tip draaaaags down your cervix, and he’s shivering as he recognizes just where your womb was. If only he could…“Ever since I first met you, I-I’m ashamed to admit but I’ve always wanted to stuff myself between those gorgeous legs.”
You’re giggling scandalously at his admission.
But Choso wasn’t done just yet-
Soon enough, he’s using the firm hold upon your hips to increase n’ increase his pace. Grabbing you firmly and burrowing his cum-soaked tip deeply between your folds- “I’ve wanted to know what she’d feel like wrapped around my cock.” Almost on cue, he’s throbbing between your legs- even harder. “Wanted to know how she tasted-”
“Don’t tell me you’re…”
And without a second thought, one hand lifts off your body - for the briefest split-second - to swipe at your sopping slit. Catching a few droplets of your mess and bringing it up to his lips to suck.
He moans at the taste of you, “Wanted to know how she’d take me. Wanted to feel her get stuffed-” Choso grumbles, and you’re vying to catch up with his needy pace - utterly needy. “Wanted to fill her up so much that every other man afterwards w-would be able to feel me…”
And then he’s trailing off, a harsh blush flooding his pretty features.
“B-but that’s just stupid-”
“Why’s that stupid?” He looks up at you in shock- only to find that you’re already beaming. “How would you know if you don’t try? Heh.”
“I think m’gonna cum again.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - BOMBSHELL!
“These losers aren’t going to know what fuckin’ hit them.” Sukuna scoffs, crossing those beefy arms in front of him. Unlike the introductions for the other contestants, he had…his t-shirt off. For what reason, you might ask?
Well, you’d go unanswered.
Even the producers were unsure just what had compelled their latest bombshell to display his chiselled front. But that didn’t stop them from keeping the cameras rolling- already knowing that audiences were going to go wild for the pink-haired, foul-mouthed addition to your roster. “Name’s Ryomen Sukuna- remember that. Age doesn’t matter. Occupation’s professional MMA fighter.”
He gestures to those scarred ears of his, as most fighters don like medals.
Behind him, there’s cues for footage of his uproarious and successful MMA career - particularly one clip of him winning the title of UFC light heavyweight champion last year - to be added in post-production. And he cocks his head to the side with a chuckle, “Best know that I’ve never lost a match before- and I don’t plan to change that anytime soon. I bet those losers at the mansion- and my pretty lady are going to be damn excited to see me.”
There’s a cue card for him to talk about his hobbies.
“Haaah…” All that boring shit- he wonders who gets off to small-talk on a show like this. “Boxing. Lifting. Meditation. Cardio- many different types of it.”
One producer pipes up, “And why that part about remembering your name, Sukuna-san? Could you clarify that for the viewers?”
“Heh-” Sukuna leers something sinful, crimson eyes flickering over to the small screen of your own footage. It was some B-roll of your own introduction interview, muted for the moment yet he thinks he could almost hear your soft chuckle in his ears- playing on repeat over and fucking over. “Because my future wife’s gonna be moaning it soon enough.”
Someone drops a boom pole.
There’s a cut in filming called out. He knows they won’t be editing that out.
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“H-haaaah, now that’s just unfair.”
Toes curling. Your back arching deeply into Sukuna’s sculptured front- it was almost Herculean how he flexed and tensed his abs to show off…particularly when it came to ramming his hips up into yours. Out of all of the contestants, Sukuna was the only one to put you in a full nelson.
“Heh- what’s unfair?” Sukuna’s deep trundle makes your body erupt in shivers- the smugness was practically seeping into every syllable. “Isn’t the bombshell supposed to mess up this pussy- whoops, I mean…season?”
“You’re messing up nothing but my peace that’s for sure…” You’re grumbling back at him - slightly nervous to meet his crimson eyes.
Though you’d have been foolish to think that the MMA fighter wouldn’t catch that- he’s grasping the edge of your chin with a single hand. Tugging your face behind to look at him. All of it in just a few seconds. And Sukuna raises one pink brow as he smirks, “Look me in the eyes when you’re saying something like that, brat.”
“Y-you’re messing up nothing but my peace—” You’re just barely managing to stammer out - Sukuna was savage with his thrusts. And they’re only seeming to grow even faster as you’re answering, as though he wanted to see you struggle n’ choke around his thick cock.
Around that pierced head of his.
The frigidness of his metallic Prince Albert runs down the sides of your walls - and he’s purposefully stopping right before where your g-spot was pulsing. “That’s not what this cunt’s telling me.”
And without any warning, he’s reaching one hand down and smacking! the swollen top of your pussylips.
“Isn’t that right, my pretty girlie?”
Not talking to you—he’s talking to your cunt now.
Dragging the fatness of his thumb - that greedy edge - vertically down your sopping slit. He collects the wetness that leaks out of you, “My wet girlie—yer a lot more honest than this one here, hm?”
You shiver as he slams his rugged palm down on your cunt once more.
How’d you even get here?
Right now, the contestants had been weaned and weeded out until only your very favorites had remained…and then there was Sukuna. It was just today that the bombshell MMA fighter had been introduced to the mansion, and for the short amount of time he’d gotten here- he’d already started seven fights, triggered an emergency meeting, and had enough time to whisk you away on a one-on-one date that had ultimately ended up like…this.
Your legs hooked behind your head. Your back arching against the mattress of your beach cabin—the waves rolled softly outside.
The only thing separating you from it were the semi-sheer curtains of the cabin, swaying softly in the balmy breeze. What a romantic date the producers had set up- for an utterly unromantic man.
Or so he was fucking you like it.
Thank goodness you’d left the cameras behind, though your glaring disappearance was nothing if not scandalous. There goes your reputation…you ponder. This might’ve been the fastest that you’ve gotten into bed with any one of them. And you know he’s bad news, you know you shouldn’t like him so much- you know that out of all those eligible bachelors, Sukuna was going to be the most dangerous for your heart (and between those legs of yours).
But you just couldn’t help yourself.
You’re leaning your head back against his firm collarbones- mewls falling from your lips at an incredible rate.
Sukuna’s veering his hips back and rub-rub-rubbing his flared tip around the area of your g-spot—but never directly upon it. Frustration makes your brows furrow, and you’re just about to bounce your hips down when-
“Ah ah—now what do you think you’re trying to do, woman?”
Just then you’re being pinned right back down with a sudden thwack! of his fingertips. Hard and fast. They’re lingering over your pussylips for just a few seconds, before reachin’ in-between and pinching your cute nub.
And as you’re shaking in his arms - “Did ya think that after so much back-talk you’d suddenly get to play nice?” Sukuna titters to himself, mean lips pressed up against your temple—it would’ve been a sweet gesture…but this was Sukuna you’re dealing with. “Ryomen Sukuna never plays nice.”
“P-please—” Had this been any other time, then you might’ve been embarrassed by just how much he managed to shatter you with his fast, hard-hitting strokes.
Your thighs are flapping lewdly open, and he’s teasin’ your clit even harder with his fingers. Though he still narrowly manages to avoid your damn g-spot—“Wh-what do I have to do to- ngh, get you to hit that spot?”
He acts confused, “What spot?”
“That spot-”
“Hah? I don’t know any spots-”
“H-here…” Rounding your hips down - in something that halfway-resembled a figure-eight. It’s the closest you’re getting to Sukuna grazing your g-spot: the lightest touch of his crowned, throbbing tip. Swollen enough to stretch apart your walls like none other. He’s barely slipping past that orifice with his vein-covered shaft, and it’s already enough to make you moan—
“And who said you deserve that, brat?”
Crossly, “Me- I said that.”
He laughs deeply in disbelief, “Hear that, pussy?” Slapping that cunt of yours once more, “The audacity- it doesn’t matter if I wasn’t the one ta say you deserve this. After all, who does this pussy really belong to?”
Starting to babble out some answer-
Before yet another spankin’ leaves your folds feeling raw - and your eardrums echoing with the dampened noise once more.
It’s all the answer that Sukuna needs.
He nods as though he’s just been handed the answers to the universe, “See- see—did ya hear what she said?” This time, he’s asking you. And you’re barely given the opportunity to answer between his roughened thrusts, “She said that she’s really mine. She’s always- hah, been mine.”
You’re shivering, “A-always…”
“And she wants you to beg for your orgasm.”
That being said, Sukuna reaches down and clasps your neck with his thick digits. Choking you- choking your moans, he’s wrenching such primal noises out of you through the combination of the pressure on your airway, and the pressure between your legs.
Shovelling his thiiiick cock over and over-
“C’mon, my spoiled brat—” Sukuna chuckles, “Beg-” Between thorough thwacks! of his rotund cockhead hitting your cervix. You always have said that Sukuna was so big it feels as though he had two cocks…“Beg, girl, beg—”
“P-please.”
“Tch, you can do better than that.”
The only thing you’re left to do - after so many battering rams of him bottoming out - is to meet his gaze with your teary one. Your bottom lip trembling with sobs, “Please, hit my g-spot.”
“What was that?” He leans in. Smile utterly mocking.
And though your stomach churns, you can do nothing but repeat, “P-please hit my g-spot…please let me cum.” At the very least, now he was letting you swerve your hips back into his - “Please make my- your…pussy feel good.”
And it’s that last sentence that deals the final blow.
“Damn right.”
Because in the next breath you take, Sukuna arcs his pelvis deeply and thuds his drippin’ wet cockhead against your g-spot. Just the slightest push. Just the smallest pressure. And yet, it’s still enough for you to throw your head back and cum—
“Fuh-fuck…” It takes you by surprise - sure, you’d been feeling a few zaps n’ whips of something at the pit of your stomach, but you didn’t expect for Sukuna to actually make you cum so easily. It almost leaves you shy.
For he levers his thick cock backwards, balls twitching eagerly once he pushes his entire length inside. Inside and inside. Fucking you through every single wave - Sukuna’s cold piercing targets your g-spot exactly at the moments where you felt the dopamine in your body surge, and the stark contrast in temperature is only making you even dizzier.
Even needier to feel him.
And he certainly wasn’t leaving you wanting for long- soon enough, Sukuna’s poundin’ away at your sweetest spots so hard that it stings both your slamming skin. His was red and swelling with the print of your hips on his hips.
Yours were barely able to keep up-
Just as you feel the hot flashes of your high bate, Sukuna’s pulling you close and whispering—“Knew that hadn’t changed…” And he’s gesturing to the way you’d - in the heat of your moment - intertwined your fingers with his. Without you even realizing. “Heh, those losers are going to be so pissed when they find out.”
When they find out what you and the producers already know…That Ryomen Sukuna was your ex-boyfriend.
♡ INO TAKUMA - Group date.
“My name is Ino Takuma, I’m 23.” Ino’s pushing back his dark-colored beanie, exposing tufts of cute caramel hair- “And I’m a professional skater.”
“Professional skater?” A producer urges him, “Tell the audience more.”
“W-well, I’ve been skating for a while now, and…” The sheer amount of focus being put on him makes him blush, fingers fighting the urge to pull down his beanie - entirely over his face - once more. Goddammit—Ino watches every season of this show, he can’t deny - trash television was his thing. Saturday nights with a facemask on, phone turned off, volume turned up. So when one drunken night out with his friends meant that he ended up applying for it…he didn’t think he’d actually get in.
It’d been like navigating through thick fog- so many cameras, and boom poles, and acting suave (somewhat) for his introduction footage. It almost made him dizzy. “You might have seen me ‘round in a few competitions…some competitions…the Olympics…”
“The Olympics-”
“Yeah.” He fiddles with the hemline of his beanie awkwardly.
“And did you win a medal, Ino-kun?”
Ino smiles because he knows that it’d been plastered across every headline and sports magazine - there’s no need for him to clarify. Though he does it for the clicks anyways, “I did. First place.”
Excited whispers spread around the studio.
The skater shuffles once more beneath those harsh white lights- this time more out of embarrassment than anything. The cameras roll eagerly, following every movement, and a producer probes at his silence—“And does this mean you’ll be aiming for first place to win her heart, too?”
He chuckles nervously, “I won’t be aiming for it.” Scratching behind his neck, he cocks his head up and catches sight of the B-roll footage they were playing of you on one screen. “I’ll be first.”
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Okay, so maybe his introduction was a little overconfident…but wasn’t everyone’s?
Ino Takuma has watched many a dating shows in his twenty-something years, alright; which means he’s gotten used to the pompous one-liners, the nonchalance that everyone attempts to show, the self-assurance—he’s just never wondered what happens when that self-assurance simply…doesn’t produce results.
Which- alright, alright…that’s not to say that he hasn’t produced any results.
As more and more of the contestants dwindled away, Ino still found himself (somehow mercifully) still on the show. And he’s had a handful of good conversations with you, along with a few bonding moments.
It’s just- how come that long-haired masseuse managed to get you into his arms - and on his cock…he’s ashamed to admit he actually saw when he’d walked in on the two of you - all on this show?! Ino didn’t even know that sort of thing was allowed here…
And he feels foolish admitting it but he’s grown to really, really care about you. So thinking about you with some other guy like that pink-haired bombshell or the CEO or whatever—it was starting to make him tick.
Which is why he’s jumping to drag you away from the others at the next group date.
This time, the producers had arranged an indoor skating park date, perhaps to make up for the fact that he hasn’t gotten a one-on-one date yet.
And as you’re a little wobbly on that new board, Ino’s using his expertise to teach you, to hold your hand, to gently direct you around the park—and eventually let you direct him out of sight of the cameras.
Soon enough, you’re pushing him against the wall of the restroom on-site - vast and clean, and spacious enough for you to push him into one of the stalls. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing me.” Leaning up on your tip-toes to whisper in his ear, “We’ve gotta be quick, though.”
He thinks those might just be the best words he’s ever heard.
You’re turning around and placing both palms on one plastic wall of the stall. Panties in your pocket. Smirk something delicious.
And it takes just a few sloppy strokes between those pretty cunt lips of yours for Ino to become utterly gone—
He’s pussydrunk already.
Mahogany eyes criss-crossing. Weakening in the knees.
The skater holds onto either side of your hips as though to guide the way you’re fuckin’ back into him- but really he’s gripping onto you for dear life. To stop himself from collapsing onto his knees on this damn washroom floor. To stop himself from making a complete and utter fool of himself - the curve of your hips is the lifeline he can’t let go of.
And yet another wretched moan leaves this throat when you’re veering your hips down to his base and clenching-
“Taku, baby…” Your giggle comes out unfiltered, harmonizing with the sinful sound he’s just let out. “You’ve got to be quiet, otherwise they’re going to find us- cameras and all.”
He lets out a slight whimper at the thought, “I w-wouldn’t want you to be exposed because of me like that.”
“Mhm—” Just as soon as Ino’s agreeing to be quiet- you’re gently suctioning your cunt down until his hilt - coating your gooey slick along all his inches - and he’s letting out a euphoric noise. Even louder than before. And you’re just looking over your shoulder with a grin, “Now, what did I say about being quiet, Taku?”
Sounding as though he was on the verge of tears, “I-I can’t help myself, sweetness.” Tone husky. Octaves higher. His poor hips stutter out a singular thrust, and even that seems too much for the skater boy to handle- he reaches up to tug down his beanie. “It just feels so good…maybe m’just not deserving of your cunt- ngh.”
“Awww, don’t say that, baby.”
With a resounding squelch! you’re letting Ino pull out - and instead of telling him to tuck himself back into his pants, as he might’ve expected, you’re gesturing for him to seat himself down on the closed, clean toilet.
Straddling his slender hips and kissin’ his blushing tip to your entrance.
It doesn’t take long for you to siiiiiink yourself down onto him—he might not have been the thickest, but Ino was a length that you swear you could feel at your very throat. And he was actually the perfect girthiness to stretch apart your walls enough that tears prick behind your eyelids- but still smooth n’ slim enough for you to immediately start up an urgent pace. Quick.
Up and down. Up and down.
Ino’s shaft had a particularly prominent vein going down his middle that made you shiver - it was in the perfect position to massage your puckered, pulsing g-spot. You could feel the squiggly line of it practically emblazon against your wet walls.
Your hamstrings keening at the stretch - and Ino was, too.
At least…until you’re tugging out the damp panties you’d kept in your pocket this entire time. And the next moment that Ino’s letting his maw ajar with a sudden moan- you’re quickly stuffin’ his mouth full with the lacy fabric.
Smirking, “See? Isn’t that a lot better, Taku?”
First, Ino’s eyes go wide—then he’s blushing as he registers just what you’d put in his mouth. Then he’s letting those dilated pupils roll aaaaall the way to the back of his head at the feeling of your cunt lavishing out looooong, luxurious thrusts. Squeezed tight around his cock.
He throbs even harder inside of you, “Mmmpf- ngh—sh-sho…can’t even-” Muffled.
“Shhh, you don’t have to say a thing.” You’re reassuring him, pushing back his beanie- there. Those chocolate-brown eyes of his were so pretty. You’re witnessing him tear up - and you weren’t sure whether that was because of the sudden blockage in his airway, or because it just felt so good—you had a sneaking suspicion that it was the latter. “Just be good f’me and fuck up to me, okay?”
“M-mhm.” He’s nodding obediently.
Because it might’ve been him teaching you how to skate out there- but in here…he was all yours.
He was at your beck and call. At the mercy of your bounces-
You’re telling him to go easier on your poor cervix - and though it takes every single shred of will within him to do so - he’s listening to you without fuss. You’re telling him to speed up, and he’s gladly bashin’ away his eager cock inside of you until the skin of his pelvis feels raw…
You’re telling him that someone might be inside the bathroom, too, and he’s too gone on your pussy to even compute—
“Taku.” Stern tone. Serious eyes- despite the fact that your pussy wasn’t letting up for a single second. You’re grabbing directly by the throat - something his cock twitches at - and bringing him up to face you. “Someone’s in here, okay?”
He feels goosebumps go down his spine, “Mmmps- schtawp?”
You giggle, “No…no, we don’t need to stop.” And perhaps in the next few seconds you’d suggest that you two should slow down, instead. Perhaps you’d suggest cockwarming until whoever was inside (and Ino could hear the other person’s voice as they splashed water on their face) left.
But instead you’re merely leaning in- grasping one of his strong arms and guiding it beneath you. You’re directing Ino to cup his fattened base, “This way it’ll be quieter.” Whispering to him, “In fact—how about we see just how quiet you can get, huh?”
And his maw unhinges - drool dripping down each side - and those gorgeous eyes of his nearly bulge out of their skull.
“Of course this bombshell’s gonna blow this whole season up-” Gojo didn’t need to try to make everyone opposite the camera faun - it was practically what he was made for.
One of the tallest in the show. One of the flashiest.
One of the most famous - there wasn’t a soul who’d walked past the billboards in Tokyo that hadn’t already seen Gojo Satoru’s dazzling smile, or peaked traitorously at a blown-up picture of his abs on numerous billboards.
Brands were practically clawing for him—just as much as the ladies and gents were. But that’s exactly why he was here - wouldn’t it be fun to be the chaser for once? Besides, his agent had told him that if he behaved himself, then he might just end up boosting his career to heights never seen before. This season had been a hit so far- but of course, what was a hit without Gojo Satoru?
Pretending to flip his hair over one shoulder, Gojo’s posing with all the best angles for the lens. “I mean- no offense, but have you seen me?”
And on anyone, such confidence would have been seen as a turn-off, a red flag, perhaps even compensation for something lacking. No one should be this confident.
Except Gojo Satoru, of course.
And he smiles like he knows it- rows of pearly white teeth flashin’ in the direction of the camera. “Oh, I guess I really should introduce myself, huh?” He sighs, “I’m Toru, I’m 28. And I’m the man of your dreams~!”
A producer whispers something to him.
“I’m also a model.” Gojo adds, “High-fashion. Editorial. Digimon ads- you name it. I don’t consider myself a romantic, nor someone that really needs love but…” His eyes drift to the B-roll footage they were playing of you on some small screen in the back, getting the contestants more familiar before they actually joined you in the mansion. “-who knows? Maybe things can change.”
Dimples pop out when he smiles.
No one should be this handsome.
He winks.
Except Gojo Satoru, of course.
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Gojo Satoru was sent to the mansion to wreak havoc.
And wreak havoc, he did.
In the four hours and forty-five minutes that he’d been here, he’d interrupted your rose ceremony and thrown out the rose that you’d been about to give poor Usami—and taken it for himself. Not a shred of apology, he’d tucked it straight into his button-up pocket and winked at you.
Leaving the other man to whirl around at the producers that simply shrugged. Who was to say what Gojo Satoru did?
And you can’t deny it…that charm of his was irresistible.
You were sure that the viewers were loving this- in even less time, he’d picked a fight with Sukuna because of the long-standing rivalry between the two - something the producers had likely known just to stir the pot even more. According to what the skater boy had whispered in your ear, it was because the two had been battling it out for the title of TC Candler’s #1 Most Handsome Man for the last few years now.
One year it’d be Sukuna. Next it’d be Gojo.
The next they’d get absolutely washed by Zayn Malik and would have to lick their wounds and battle it out over second place.
It all left you a little dizzy, if you’re being honest.
And sure enough- after a hectic few hours of introduction between the new bombshell and the rest of the contestants - during which you’d seen more fists flying than small talk - Gojo finally managed to pull you away for a chit-chat.
He stuck his tongue out at the other men as he dragged you by hand, pulling you into the cosy gazebo outside—the one with the creeping vines up its pillars, and shutters for if you wanted privacy. Speaking of, it gave you way…way too much privacy…
And soon enough he’s pulling you into his arms, you’re crashing your lips into his in a searing kiss.
Having kicked the camera men outside, they could only see just the faintest shadows of the two of you inside - before Gojo’s dragging you down to the fucking floor like an animal—helping you tear through your panties n’ sticking his fat cock inside.
The crown of his reddened tip was burning hot, streaming out precum that sticks to your inner thighs in heavenly layers- he’s sucking in a breath as he fits his first inch inside. “Oh.” Maw dropping breathlessly - you think that perhaps for the first time in his twenty-eight years, Gojo Satoru shuts himself up. Low. “Oh.”
Clammy head falling to the crook of your neck. White bangs sticking against the side of your throat.
He lets out a sensual few groans that seem to almost cling onto your skin - just like how his muscular body was right now. Long limbs nearly collapsing on top of you as Gojo’s stutterin’ his gleaming shaft inside a few more inches—“Oh- ohhhh, fuck. Do you h-hear that?” Voice cracking towards the end of that sentence.
“Hear what?” Your brows furrow.
And Gojo’s snowy brows knit even deeper - more confused than you by what you seemingly couldn’t hear—how could you not hear it? “You- you seriously don’t…?” And those toned hips of his reel a few inches backwards, draggin’ the zig-zagging lines of his veins along your tightened channel- ever-so-slightly before thundering back in. “Hear it- now?” He asks, strangely out-of-breath. The pupils in his ice-blue eyes blown wide. The breaths emanating deeply from his chest.
Though his sheer desperation only leaves you more confused, “I…”
“You s-still don’t hear it—?”
As if he’s trying to prove his point, he’s grabbing ahold of one side of your hips- the manicured nails upon his left hand digging into your clammy flesh. Thrusts growing more emboldened. Gojo’s connecting his body with yours until he doesn’t know where his starts and yours ends—gripping onto every inch of you like adhesive coats your body.
His eyes lazily fail at keeping shut every time you’re clampin’ your tight pussy around him. A thin trickle of perspiration lines the side of his face, and once he’s finally able to veer his gaze to meet yours- you’re swearing that it’s as though his pupils have suddenly turned into hearts.
Something dazed and drunken in his gaze, “Can you…”
Barely able to finish his thought let alone his sentence.
“The only thing m’hearing right now is that you’re- fuck-” Gasping between the roughening and roughening rams of his hips—he pistons his swollen cock inside until your walls are bulging at the size of him. Swerving n’ swerving it into every single sweet spot inside you.
Almost as though Gojo didn’t even need to try - he’s discovering your g-spot after only a few more determined strokes. And just the sheer force of him pinpointing that cute lil’ bundle of nerves - whacking it - makes your thighs squeeeeeze around his waist. It makes your pussylips get crushed together under the sheer pressure of movement, letting out an audible squelch!
“That.”
Blinking through your tears, “What?”
“That-”
Gojo’s so excited that he’s running out of breath - almost as if he’d just run an entire marathon, and would run at least five more just to experience this again.
His red-hot tip smears aside your walls, scouring your insides like a hidden maze. You feel the exact moment that he’s bottoming out his long, entire length at the very back of your cunt—“There…” A thin ribbon of drool glides down the side of Gojo’s mouth, tone almost in tears.
He flinches-
The raw softness of your womb- it was almost too much. Gojo reaches his right hand down to spreeead open your pretty pussylips, opening you up like lotus petals for him, then rolling his thumb down on your neglected clit.
You’re moaning at the sparks of carnal pleasure wracking through you - and Gojo himself grins at the music: your gorgeous noises, the sound of the night, the way your cunt’s lettin’ out the most lecherous squelches as he eases his cock in and out.
“There- right then.” Gojo finally - finally - husks out after one particularly loud slurp! Looking up at him, only to feel a jolt go through you at something primal shifting beneath his gaze. “Can you hear her say my name?”
“Her…?” Dazedly asking, “Do you mean me—?”
“No.” Gojo stubbornly answers, “I mean her-”
And before you know it, he’s honing out a few more strikes at your poor g-spot. Until you were sure it’s bruised enough with the round circumference of his length - hard and fast.
It’s enough to make you bellow out a few more hoarse noises—before Gojo himself is letting go of your waist to clasp his slender fingers around your neck. The cold sensation of them sending thrills down your spine, he’s teasingly tightening his hold as he bores deep into your eyes with his nearly-glowing ones.
“Shush, sweetheart.” Gojo admonishes softly, “Let me show you- hear her?” And it’s only after a few seconds you’re realizing that…her really meant your sopping wet pussy. Namely the lewd noises that you’re creating from it- just that wet. “Hear the way she’s whimpering? And mewling? And yowling?”
You yourself were struggling to get a single word out when he’s holding onto you like that. “Y-yes—”
“Well all that pretty noise is her…” He trails off, listening to a few more syllables of your pussy. “-screaming my name.”
Jaw dropping. “Your…”
“Mhm.”
Thin fingertips leaving marks.
He continues, “She’s been beggin’ for me to fuck her ever since- hah, ever since I got here.” And without a single warning, he’s toying with your clit and ultimately pinching it. “I know she’s been thinking about me—hah, shirtless. I know she’s been thinking about being under me, over me-” An almost wolfish expression taking over his face, “All on my face until I can’t breathe-”
“S-Satoru—!”
“Oh yeah, that’s exactly how your pussy’s saying it.”
You’re smacking Gojo’s bicep for that, and he merely chuckles.
“I’m just saying~” The motions of his thumb then start taking a more…interesting turn. And you have to tilt your head down to get a proper look at what he was doing - Gojo’s moving so fast that his digits were nearly nothing but frenzied, feverish blur between your legs. “That’s exactly…”
He himself couldn’t keep up.
Just too enraptured by the swervin’ and swoopin’ movements—the way his fingers had to quirk just right when he’s spelling out a repeated S-A-T-O-R-U.
S-A-T-O-R-U.
S-A-T-O-R-U.
S-A-T-O-R-U.
Both in Japanese and English.
Looking up at you through his curtained white bangs, “What’s that spell—?”
“Satoru—” It would’ve tumbled out of your mouth regardless of whether he asked or not, and you’re sure he knows.
“Exactly.” He responds.
You look on in gaped speechlessness as he flashes you that award-winning grin. The last thing you’re seeing before your high floods you in bursts- nothing like the torrential waves of dopamine, or the hills or relaxation that’d pass by you during your other highs.
This one was taking you over.
This one was zapping every atom of your being and leaving it charged.
“Sh-shit, Toru—” Hiccuping, your nails drag red, red lines down the plane of his shoulders. They’re standing out stark, and you’re hit with the strange feeling that he’d be the type to show them off during his next photoshoot - “It feels so good, Toru-”
“Heh, you’re welcome.”
Babbling out stupidly- the way he elongated every single peak left your mind heated. “Y-you could at least pretend to have some humility.”
“Humility? Don’t know her.” He winks, “You’re my only gal, sweetheart.”
Grumbling, “I better be…”
“Now why’d you hafta go and say something so cute…” You’re still seeing white from the pure shockwaves of your high- “Because that’s only gonna make me cum.” When Gojo himself throws his head back and cums inside. Loooooong and deep slashes at the back of your cunt, he draws numerous lines of white that dribble all the way down your channel then.
Ending up frothed between your shiverin’ legs.
The glistening layers of it smear n’ make your entangled bodies slip.
Jostling you even further, making you feel the splashin’ of his clingy sap inside you. More and more. More and more and more—no matter how many wads Gojo’s fucking inside- he just can’t seem to get enough of you—
“Because no one else can fuck you like Gojo Satoru can.”
Just the seven previous men and this bombshell left in the mansion.
Who would you even pick at this rate?
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - One-on-one.
“My name is Higuruma Hiromi, I’m 33.” Deep voice. Deeper eyes. There was a certain handsomeness to Higuruma that made it hard to look away - perhaps it was the dark features - that nose, the intelligent twinkle behind his eyes.
Perhaps it was the fact that he was dressed to the nines in his smart, black suit.
Or perhaps it was that air of confidence around him - nothing of the outward flashiness that most of the other contestants boasted. Something quieter. Something that had the edges of his pouty lips quirking, as though he already knows he’s won this season…he just won’t admit it yet.
For the viewers’ experience, of course.
He cocks his head slightly to the side and sighs, “I’m an attorney at my own law firm. I enjoy long baths and even longer debates, I’m looking for someone that can indulge me in both of these things.”
“And why are you here, Higuruma-san?”
“Because some interns of mine thought that it’d be funny to sign me up.” He chuckles softly to himself, “They’re mad- of course, perhaps I’m more mad to actually be here.”
“In the long run, Higuruma-san?”
“Ah…” He takes the time to think, eyes drifting over to the screen replaying footage of you - he’s already heard some of the other men gossiping amongst themselves in the waiting room about just how beautiful you are. And he hates to admit it when someone’s right, but he can’t deny it—they were fucking right. “I guess I’m looking for my wife.”
His eyes never miss yours on the screen.
The producer probes once more, camera angles shifting to accommodate for his intense staring match. “And do you think that you’ll find that?”
“I think I already might have.”
.
.
.
The audience had been curious about the hotshot lawyer from Tokyo.
“H-Hiromi, I’m ngh- cumming again…”
And so had you.
It’s been a string of more one-on-one dates that the producers had arranged prior to the finale where you had to choose…your future husband. Fuck- at this point you were wondering whether you couldn’t just have them all. And though the dark-haired lawyer had made it this far, he hadn’t featured in too many of the episodes—that is, until a recent edit of his B-roll footage had gone absolutely viral online - quite to the distaste of one particular white-haired model.
Clips of him laid back in a bathtub - suit still on. Clips of him slamming his gavel down.
And so, of course, they’d rushed to bring the two of you together to raise viewership—lo and behold you found yourself sneaking off to the couples’ suite after a romantic spa date. Escaping all the cameras - shutting those hungry lenses behind the door - it didn’t take long for the man to corner you against the rose petal-covered bed and bend you into the meanest mating press that you’ve ever even heard of.
Though Higuruma might’ve seemed all cool and composed on the outside- he was drilling his rock-hard cock into you like a fucking madman.
Thick and throbbing. Thrust after thrust after thrust-
“Fuck—” He snarls something primal from the back of his throat, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing. Hoarse, sensual grunts leave him after every battering ram.
His skin was still damp from all the hours prior- when you’d been riding Higuruma’s face silly.
And even now, you could see the slight sheen of slick clinging onto his handsome features. Without thinking twice, you’re reaching up and swipin’ away some of the remnant excess, which immediately makes him snap his head down with a low trundle. “Fuck, don’t act so sweet, sugar.”
You huff, “M’not acting-”
Before you’re immediately getting cut off by the slam! of his round, reddened tip on your cervix. Barely reeling from the sheer pressure of it- before Higuruma reaches somewhere above your head - at the clothes that you’d discarded hours prior at the start of the night - and produces his favorite black tie.
You’re blinking up at him in slight confusion.
To which he doesn’t say much - he doesn’t say anything at all, really. Without a single word, Higuruma loops the soft silk of the tie around your wrists, and he’s tightening it into a knot that your muddled mind barely computes—tying you up.
It’s too late once you’re realizing- no matter how much you tug, you’re left unable to move. At your sultry mercy before the man - exactly how you wanted to be.
“S’not handcuffs, but it’ll have to do.” He mutters to himself.
“And why would you want me in handcuffs?”
“Because act sweet t’me one more time and you’ll be walking out of this suite pregnant, angel.” And you can’t believe it—the ever-eloquent Higuruma Hiromi was slurrin’ and babbling because of your cunt. “Why else?”
“O-oh…”
You snark back, “And what if I want that?”
“Well, you don’t deserve that.” He counters, “You’re a guilty girl.”
Squirming- he runs a long finger of his down the crevice of your pussylips. Just the very tip of it teasin’ in-between, uuuup and down, uuuup and down until you’re restless. And you can’t even do anything because of the ruthless restraints that he’d tied around your wrists.
“G-guilty for…?”
Higuruma doesn’t answer instantly.
He’s curling his dominant hand around the ribbons of fabric that were decorating your hands.
Cold fingers grazing your own- you’re just about wondering what Higuruma was about to do right then and there. But just then, he’s tightening his hold and draaaagging your body down.
As though you weighed nothing.
Higuruma’s hidden biceps bulge ever-so-slightly as he’s manhandling you down, down, down—onto his thickened cock. The silken bedsheets bunch up around your waist, and the bedsprings creak at the way you’re being thrown about like a ragdoll-
This rough angle makes his globular tip maze even deeper inside of you- burrowing a circular bruise at the very bottom of your pussy. And you’re gasping—you’d be clawing at Higuruma’s handsome back had it not been for this damn tie.
Almost as though sensing your desperation, the man looming before you huffs out in laughter. It fans your face in a scorching breeze - you think you can feel the smoke and need in his breath. The addiction to white-knuckling your cuffs and hauling you down after every thrust pushes you up, up, upwards- “Count one: seduction”
“S-seduction?” Your eyes damn-near bulge out of your skull.
“Count two: temptation of a working attorney.” He lists off. The slightest smile lifts up the edges of his lips, “Count three: temptation of a working judge.”
“You’re the-”
He sighs as though this was just another day in the court for him - though if this was the type of court he led, you’d be showing up for jury duty everyday. “Count four: perjury.”
“Perjury?” You gape, “When have I ever lied to the court?”
Higuruma cocks his head, “And when you told me you weren’t acting sweet?” That rounded tip of his lingers where your g-spot was, “I know how filthy you are, angel, no need to put on an act…”
“I—fuck, please…”
“Count five: greed.” Higuruma finally ends off, and you’re probing into his darkened eyes for clarification. “You seriously think you deserve to be fucked pregnant by me, sugar?”
“Y-yes…” You’re barely able to mumble out.
And he merely scoffs out a
And he scoffs out a slightly mean bout of laughter, as if he’d expected for you to say that. Oh, how he’d expected you to say that. But instead of responding to that directly, Higuruma’s openin’ up your sopping wet pussylips.
The hand between your legs bears your stuffed entrance for him to examine. Those intelligent eyes of his twinkle as he’s taking in the plushness of your swollen folds, the way your hole leaked even when stuffed to the brim with his fat cock - struggling to take him, yet still yearning for more. And most of all…he’s admiring the way your cute clit twitches- “Count one…” Higuruma announces with no warning—and even less of a warning is given before he’s planting a solid spank on your clit. “Guilty.” Even harder than he might’ve done with that gavel of his.
You’re surging up on the bed due to the sheer shockwaves coursing through you. “Fuck- fuck, you’re just-”
“Count two—”
“Shit-”
Barely giving you the time to compute before his hand comes slammin’ down once more. “Guilty.”
Tears stream down your cheeks, “Hiromi, I’m going to cum-”
“Count three-” And it wasn’t like he couldn’t hear you - he just refused to respond until his judicial duties were completed. Higuruma was a man of the law, after all. And surely it was that discipline that led him to spank your cunt two more times, “Guilty. Count four- guilty.”
Your thighs were shaking with your impeding high, “I-I’m seriously going to-”
“Count five-” The fifth, final punishment. “-guilty.”
And you’re crashing against the waves of your high - it feels as if you’re floating on air. On clouds. On the white-hot pleasure that Higuruma was fucking into you.
His pace doesn’t falter for a single second. The plush edge of his shaft probin’ into you in and in and in—Higuruma knows exactly which nerve-filled spots you wanted him to push. Exactly where they were. And he doesn’t do so immediately…but once he’s glissading his lengthy cock inside your cunt, he sure does press his pointed tip hard into wherever he can reach.
Not quite agonizingly teasing, but not quite giving your guilty self what you wanted.
Somewhere along the way, you’re feeling his gooey white sap fill you up as well. He lets out a choked-up groan as he floods the lining of your cervix- “Guilty…haaaaah, on all counts.” The sheer volume of him forms a little puddle there, “And I sentence you to…”
“Y-yes…?”
“Hmmm—” He pretends to think, though the lewd humor in his tone told you that Higuruma already knew. The full stop at the end of his duties- he thwacks! his palm down upon your cunt once more, “How about five more rounds? One for each count- hah.”
You’re letting your head fall to the side, where the curtains of the suite were just barely cracked to reveal pinkish-yellow lighting filtering inside. It was morning.
You weren’t making it out alive for the rest of the season.
So, viewers, who's getting the last rose as your husband?
TOJI
NANAMI
GETO
CHOSO
SUKUNA
INO
GOJO
HIGURUMA
Voting ended onApr 7
A/N. MAYHAPS have a special treat for whoever wins. Can you tell my best friend made me watch Single's Inferno with her-
synopsis: being a camgirl is one thing, but being a cam girl while technically being a virgin is another, but when you meet your frequent viewer with the tag jaegerbomb139, that might just change.
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playlist
prologue
while engaging with your viewers one session, you notice one high tipping user in particular who is not like the rest of the creeps who like to watch.
chapter 1
reader meets the gang’s old friend Eren, and the following night she receives rather interesting donation messages from jaegerbomb139.
chapter 2
reader goes over to sasha and nico’s apartment for a movie night, and she finds herself getting closer with eren.
fandoms: attack on titan, demon slayer, hunterxhunter, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, kuroko no basket, haikyuu, one piece
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