fratboy satoru gojo is a sore loser for your pΕ«ssy ; 18+
βplease, baby, just let meβ satoru lamentably pleaded, desperation clung on to his tenor. his feverish cheeks, tinged a delicate crimson on the snowy skin, rested itself on the plumpness of your bare thighs, scorching his golden mark on it. his reprehensible whimpers of agony and intense need was narrowing all the routes of your five senses. βpleaseβ iβll be good, just one taste.β
if his fraternity brothers found out, that their fratβs vice president was ignominiously reduced on to his knees, all because he wanted to have a taste of his girlβs raw cuntβ then there wouldβve been a hellish discourse upon the matter.
satoru gojo, who would commence parties of bright lights and foreign liquors. satoru gojo who would gulp down burns through his throat too easily, claiming βlight work, no reactionβ even after seven shots of tequila. satoru gojo who called girls by their wrong names after waking up naked next to their shy faces, breaking their golden hopeful hearts so cruellyβ now, was on his knees, in front of the campusβ shy girl, who was just as cruel as he was.
your legs were impeccably open, wide and candid, panties down to the ankle which satoru had been merely allowed to discard. the sight of your tempting pussy had satoru letting out a pathetic moan already as he kneaded himself through his grey sweats. he was so needy. so damn pathetic.
just to trace your glistening folds with the tip of his brute tongue. just to spittle and rub your clit bud by skillfully flattening of his tongue. simply just to eat you out, incessantly and ardently.
just for a lick, a taste of your juices.
βbaby, please, please. let me. just a taste. i promise, iβll be good. iβll be so good to youβ his begging fell to deaf ears. you had slipped on your panties, back into position, shielding your sweet glory away from him.
βthen, now, do you believe me that i wasnβt with sukuna last night?β you batted your lustrous eyelashes, a sweet smile conquering your face. it was a lie, you were with sukuna last night.
satoru had been questioning you on it relentlessly, suspicious, but nowβ βyes, yes, yeah baby. i, shit, sorry. iβm such a dumbfuck for not trustinβ ya. of course i believe ya, dollβ.
honestly, he had it all planned. like always.
you were supposed to be just another girl who he shared white sheets with. just another girl who would moan his name while he mumbled a made up one for you. just another girl for him to smile at, fuck once and play with but instead, he was the one getting played. by you. the shy, quiet girl.
the shy girl whose weeping friends had slept with satoru, and deliriously wanted him to suffer for breaking their lovelorn hearts. the shy girl who had taken a grievous vow to break, the egocentric frat king, satoruβs heart.
the campusβ shy girl was truly cruel. worse than satoru. because she was the only one to beat him at his own game.
saw this ss on insta and immediately thought of (frat) gojo lol
So I wrote this because I had a pretty bad migraine and wanted some comfort. MAJOR TW FOR MIGRAINES!!!! Reader is having a retinal migraine WITH an ocular aura. Very descriptive detailing of symptoms.
Your legs were draped across Sal's lap, his thumbs gently smoothing over your thighs while a slasher movie played on the TV. His piercing blue eyes occasionally dart over to you, sensing your unease, though he can't figure out what's got you so distracted. You don't seem to be scared of the movie or nervous from his closeness, just mentally elsewhere.
Meanwhile, the eye-floater in your peripheral vision began to grow in size, slowly inching its way to the center of your vision. Normally an eye-floater would disappear after a few seconds, but this one had been growing and distorting your vision to the point that it looked like TV static whenever you tried to look at something.
"I'm having an Aura. I'm gonna have a migraine," you state abruptly, rising up from the sofa and heading to your bedroom in a panic. "I have to leave, Sal, I'm sorry."
"Whoa whoa whoa, hey, hold on," he calls to you in a gentle voice, palms raised in an attempt to put you at ease as he approaches you. You try at look at him, but half his face- ironically enough- is engulfed in your Aura, rendering him nearly invisible.
Once his hands are gently resting on your shoulders, he whispers, "You told me before that you usually have about 20 minutes before the pain starts, right?" You nod. "So let's use that time to get you comfortable so you can sleep it off. That's the only thing that helps, isn't it?"
It's true. The pain is unbearable when it sets it, leaving nauseous and dizzy. You become sensitive to sounds, smells, light, even temperature. It's miserable.
Sal's voice is hushed and calming when he speaks to you, easing you down the hallway and into his bedroom where he pulls back the blanket for you. "You just focus on getting comfortable, okay? I'll go get some melatonin for you."
Once he's done tucking you in, he leaves the room for a bit longer than you had anticipated, only to return with a handful of freezing cold towels, some ice water, and a little white pill. "How'd you get those towels so cold so fast?" You ask, quickly taking the melatonin before settling back into Sal's blanket.
"You told me that putting a cold towel over your eyes is soothing when you have migraines, so I started keeping towels in sandwich bags in my freezer. Just in case."
You told him that forever ago.
Sal clicks off the light and shuffles into bed beside you, making sure to give you enough space and not overwhelm you with physical contact in your current state. "Oh, and I dropped the temperature to 60 degrees. I know it helps you feel better when it's cold."
Fuck, you loved that man.
Your eyes flutter shut as the sound of the air conditioner powering on lulls you to sleep. "Thank you," you whisper quietly, gripping onto Sal's sweater with just your thumb and index.
"Don't worry about it," he answers softly, "just get some rest, baby."
Hours later, you languidly rise in bed, hair slightly disheveled and eyes half-lidded. When you turn your head, you see him there, unmasked, tapping away at his Gear Boy. The sound of you stirring in bed makes him toss his game into the nightstand, cyan locks swishing as he quickly turns his head to face you. He's stunned to see you already staring daggers into his blue eyes.
Without a word, you crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders as you ease your thigh over his lap. He rests his hands on your hips, slowly running them along your thighs as you straddle him, warm thighs locking him in place. He's a bit awkward at kissing, given his split lips and scars, but damn if he doesn't try. Oh, how he consumes you.
The gasp he lets out when you roll your hips down into him only coaxes one from your lips right after. And the music of your rapturous gasps triggers more sweet music from him. Back and forth, you exchange blissful melodies between hungry mouths. Sal grabs a fistful of your band tee and lifts his hips to meet yours. A slight change, but a drastic one. Through your black and red striped panties, your blooming clit slides up perfectly against him.
With his other hand, he grabs onto your hair to tug your head to the side and expose your pretty brown skin for his ravenous teeth. You suck in a sharp breath through your own teeth as Sal sinks his sharp ones further into that perfect spot right where your shoulder meets the base of your neck. "Baby," you whimper as you tangle your fingers in his messy hair.
"Do it faster," he chokes out, slowly dragging his tongue up your throat, stopping at your ear, and then nibbling on the shell of it. You squeal with delight upon having your weakness exploited so deliciously, pulling Sal into a tight hug as you hump against his dick at a desperate pace. He clings to you just as tightly, falling back onto the mattress with you in his arms. "Baby, I'm gonna cum!" You mewl into his neck, nails digging into his flesh as your ruthless hips writhe on top of him.
"Mhm," he answers, chasing his own release right with you. "Fuckin' cumming," he growls as his hands find your ass, gripping tightly as he ruts up into you.
You're the first to surrender, your hips spasming on top of him as you sing your pleasures into his neck. The feeling of your slippery tongue sliding all over his throat makes him give in right after, painting the inside of his sweatpants with his bliss as his hands struggle to settle on which part of your body to grab onto to for anchorage.
It takes quite a bit for the two of you to come down from your highs, offering each other sweet kisses and soft touches as your chests rise and fall together.
"Sal," you start breathlessly, "you make me feel seen," you admit shyly, thinking back on all he did to comfort you without even having to be asked.
"Then let my eyes feast on you." Sal wastes no time rolling you onto your back, holding your gaze as he crawls down your body and spreads your soft thighs to expose your wetness. It's seeping through your panties, sticking to the fabric as Sal rolls them down past your ankles, and he cant help the way he drinks you in with his eyes. You're still sensitive when he begins to drink you, his mouth closing around your entire pussy, slowly closing around your clit and pulling away with a lewd slurp. Your thighs twitch around his face as he gorges himself on your essence.
You grab onto his hair as you begin to thrash wildly underneath him, still dangerously sensitive from your last orgasm. A needy whine escapes your lips when you feel him hooking his arms underneath your legs and holding them in place over his shoulders, his fingertips deep in the tops of your thighs. "Too much, t-too fuckin' much, I'm gonna cum!" Your eyes roll back in your head as your body tenses up from pleasure, your second orgasm wracking through your core as you try and fail to thrash your way out of Sal's devious grasp.
When you finally come to, Sal is already there, kissing his way up your heaving body as you gently drag your nails all over his skin until they reach his chest. His hands drag all over your hips as he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "Let me know when you're ready for a bath, okay?" He asks sweetly, his gently knuckles caressing along your cheek and jaw as he watches you breathe.
He's going to have to write a song about this as soon you're asleep.
hi hello, letβs get into it! title sort of tells, youβre walking home from work late at night and a mysterious man meets you in an alley. smut :3 p in v, no protection, cream pie, double orgasm, alleyway voyeurism, public play, light choking, light smacks, light restraining, cnc. sorry talk, sort of humiliating, colorful language, but nothing new with our boy ;3
anyone can read just donβt be problematic, no specified race but gender as well as said feminine body parts. enjoy yourself!!
itβs nearing eleven oβclock, youβd just clocked out of your waitress job and youβre tired, stained and sweaty. your boyfriend couldnβt pick you up, but you didnβt live crazy far so it wasnβt a problem, and the streets were quiet tonight anyway. you try calling him so you could have some company on the walk, though he doesnβt pick up. not even after the second time either. hmm.
youβre paranoid, always are. you check behind and around you few times, seeinf nothing in particular besides homeless people near and a man far behind you, which of course alerted sirens in your head, but you stayed calm, assuming he was just going the same way and was gonna turn off at a crosswalk or somethin.
but he didnβt. actually, the next few blocks he stayed behind you, hands in his pockets, hood up, itβs dark so you only seen his face in the short time you looked back and he walked under a lamp post. your hearts racing, youβre sweating, and out of just quick thinking you duck into an alley, breathe heavy and shaky.
you wait, hope to see him just walk past as you take out your phone to call your boyfriend once more, but before you do, your pushed against the brick wall with a hand against your mouth, your phone dropping at the suddenness. βempty your fuckin pockets.β you hear him sneer in your ear, breath heavy as yours, holding you steady as you try and squirm away, though he overpowers you like itβs nothing.
βI said empty your fuckin pockets!β he gets louder, just loud enough to get through to you but not to alert anyone near. he pulls you deeper into the alley, itβs a dead end. heβs holding your cheeks hard, and you manage to get out a, βdonβt have anything..!β beneath his grip, heβs bruising your face, not only that but his bodyβs pressing against you, pressing you against the cold brick, probably scraping skin.
βbullshit I saw you leave that fuckin diner, now empty everything you got βfore I make this harder than what it has to be, mmkay?β he keeps your in his grasp as he snatched your purse, opening it and dumping everything out, seeing nothing but lipglosses, cards and other stupid filler shit. youβre tearing up, his lower half keeps you unmovable, no matter how much your squirm itβs not doing anything but rubbing yourself against him and scraping skin against the wall.
βplease..I-I donβt carry anything I promise. I donβt even have a car,β you plead quietly, tears running down your cheeks onto his jacket. he scoffs as he runs his free hand around your body, forcing his way around your jacket pockets and down your leggings. you hold your breath when you feel him start to rub you through your leggings, his fingers pressing against your folds and up your clit slowly.
βwell iβm gettin somethin outta yaβ.β he says lowly, and as you slowly stop squirming, you now realize the hard spot youβve been feeling isnβt some sort of weapon. your heart drops when his fingers breaks under your leggings, draping to your clothed pussy, feeling the growing wet spot, making your heart pound. βplease..anything else just please..β you whisper, feeling his breath get closer to your ear.
βyou uh, you always this wet for strangers like me? huh?β he rubs you faster, his focus on your clit, quickly clamping his mouth around your mouth and looking around breifly, hearing your tiny exclaims under his hand. βdirty men who take you in alleys, use you for what youβre good for, hm?β heβs pulling your bottoms to your knees before spitting in his hand and placing hot fingers around your hole, circling around slowly before slipping both in.
you moan out under his hand and he holds you tighter, silencing you for anyone else, only being heard by himself. your soft ass is against his jeans, the slow movement of his fingers inside you make you squirm against him, his bulge making itself known between your ass. βyou like that donβt you, yeah?β he breaths, speeding up, your moans faster and louder. you donβt answer, but you donβt have to. he knows for damn sure heβs got you in his corner.
βyouβre really fuckin wet doll, you this wet for me?β he chuckled lightly before pulling his fingers out of you and pulling down his own pants, pulling his hard cock out, sighing in relief. you gasp, feeling the weight of his tip as he taps it against your ass, you didnβt even have to look back to know it was big.
he rubs his cock against you, allowing you to feel just how big and girthy it was. you tear up more, knowing he wasnβt gonna make this easy for you. he arches your back some before rubbing his tip against your entrance and sliding in slowly, gradually getting his tip in. you moan and squirm as he sharply inhales, βso fuckin tight, nβ you better quit fuckin movin,β he says, slapping the side of your ass hard and making you jump, and this time you listen, your legs feeling weak against him, your whole body in fact.
he fucks his length into you, inch by inch splitting you open, your moans under his hand getting louder and drawn out, drool pooling against his hand. his eyes roll back, your warm walls squeezing around him as he finally reaches the base of his cock, his pubes rubbing against your ass. βfuuck,β groans, hand grabbing your waist and pulling you closer, feeling you throb against him, your hand that holds his arm shaking.
he speeds up, youβre surprised heβs holding back what you know he could be giving you but youβre not complaining, because in all honesty, it feels unreal. βyouβre so fuckin good, bein so good, just take it ok?β he says, his hot, cigarette breath against your ear. you canβt help but get turned on, you canβt even see his face and yet youβre turned on. gross. βthatβs it baby,β he says as he listens to you get louder under his hand, digging his dick deeper in you.
βtake it, just take it,β he repeats, it feels like a taunt, he knows you canβt, youβre already buckling under him. youβre dizzy, his pace hardens, heβs groaning in your ear, some scattered curses and, βyeah,β βfuck,β βyouβre so fucking good doll,β making appearances. heβs so entranced with your pussy he doesnβt even notice you pushed back on him ever so slightly, not until he hears something faint come from you, a word, a name.
βsimon,β you moan in ecstasy, you canβt help but call out to your man,. βwhat was that? nah, say it again,β he huffs and unhands your mouth and grabs your cheeks again, though fucking into you harder. βs..simon..!β you squeak out, and the intruder scoffs a short laugh.
βwhoβs that, huh? your lil boyfriend?β he taunts, not holding back on you. βdoes simon know youβre getting bent in an alleyway right now, hm? does he?β he grabs your throat, his other hand grabbing your wrist and holding you against the building. your mouth falls open in a silent moan, heβs so deep, hitting all the right spots that make you feel like jelly, like he knows your body inside and out.
βdoes simon know that pussyβs soaking me right now? does he know youβre against the wall like a toy, fuckin back on my dick?β itβs the last thing he says before covering your mouth again, cutting off a loud moan, almost yell you let out. βoh you like that, you like this dick donβt you,β he taunts, you donβt even care, your brows furrow as you feel your come down hit you hard. youβre lucky the intruders holding most of your weight, or else you wouldβve been slid down the wall.
βyou cummin, thatβs what it is? you gonna cum on this dick huh?β he says, though your hearings going out, squeezing your eyes shut, your mascara down your face and lipgloss all on his hand, body giving out as you release yourself all on yours and his lower half. you donβt even try and resist your climax as your squirt stains his jeans, heβs doing this to you anyway. βfuckin look at that,β he whispers, sweat dripping down his face as he fucks the daylights out of you.
βyouβre a dirty girl, fucked in an alley, cummin all over me. you love this shit.β he says, though heβs not that far behind you. heβs pounding into you, the claps of wet skin against each other echoes through the walls, chasing his own release. βiβm gonna fuckin cum, god iβm gonna cum,β he huffs, out of breath. βyouβre so good, so fuckin good, gonna cum in you.β his voice is raspy, and when those words leave his lips you snap your eyes open, finding your strength and wriggling your body, though itβs no use.
he pushes you back against the wall as he fucks you, ignoring your complaints and pleas under his hand, your arm elbowing his side and everything. it doesnβt matter in the end, you give up, body feeling like jelly as you accept what has been done, hearing his groan and feeling him thrust into you, warmth filling you as he catches his breath. releasing your wrist and your mouth, he pulls out and leans you against the wall but immediately comes to your aid when your knees buckle, your whole body shaking as you look back to finally look at him.
he adjusts himself before pulling your underwear and pants back on, βyou said my name again, baby.β simon whispers, and you giggle. βI know, I just canβt..I canβt help it. youβre so good.β you catch your breath, allowing him to fix you up as you drape on his chest. βyou did really good, the squirming, everything. whereβs your knife? didnβt see it in the purse,β he fixes your makeup and your hair. βI keep it in my bra, I never carry shit in that purse.β you say, and he chuckles, lighting a cigarette, to which you take and hit first.
he gives you a short kiss before a longer, deeper one. βletβs get to the truck, got food at home for ya.β you guys began to walk, only grabbing the purse, but not the other shit in it. wasnβt important anyway. βnext time, you should wear the mask.β you say, smiling to yourself as you hold his hand. βyeah? challenge accepted, just donβt get too scared and stab me, little freak.β he jokes, and you guys walk on to your truck.
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:3 hope you liked it, this was reallly fun! iβve had this idea for so long lol, hearts and reblogs appreciated!
Summary: after getting beat up by Kylar again someone actually takes the time of day to see him heβs ok
Jefferyβs POV:
The day started out like normal. I was reading the latest chapter of Fairy Tale when I was so rudely interrupted by Kylar asking me why I was reading a βpicture book.β
And I guess thatβs where the argument started. I tried to explain that it was manga, but I guess his small jock brain was too stupid to understand the complexities of these books.
But it was no use. When the arguments ended, like they always do, I was on the floor, and my glasses broke from a punch to the face again. My dad is going to be so mad that my mom will have to buy a new pair.
But something was different about this day, something I never thought would happen, and thatβs when I heard the voice of an angel.
It was Y/N. We have never spoken much before, but they always treated me like a real person, they came up to me, held my face, and asked me if I was okay. Not even the sharp sting of the punch could distract me from how soft their fingers felt against my skin.
I tried to answer them and tell them I was okay, but I could do nothing but stumble over my words. I couldnβt help it; they were so close, our faces nearly touching as they inspected my face for serious damage.
After trying to talk once more and stumbling over my words again, they lifted me to my feet like I weighed nothing (I look like I weigh 90 pounds soaking wet).
I stood there, their hand still holding mine. I stumbled a little, but they caught me and wrapped their arm around my waist to hold me up.
I couldnβt articulate how amazing it felt to be in their arms and being pressed so firmly against their side. I could smell the sweetness of their vanilla body spray that they use every day.
We finally made it to the nurse's office, but the nurse wasn't there. She was probably out on her smoke break. This is probably for the better since the nurses are getting sick of me coming in every day, but itβs not my fault I'm surrounded by a bunch of barbarians.
Y/N pulls me forward to the empty chair as they search the nurse's office. They found a pack of Band-Aids and ice packs. Then they sat right next to me. That was the closest iβve ever been to an such an attractive person before .β. They started to speak again, and my adrenaline finally died down. I started to hear their soft, beautiful voice.
βWow, he really left a mark on you, didnβt he? You should know better than to even talk to Kylar. You know he can't handle complicated words.β Then Y/N placed an ice pack on my sore cheek, which was a relief to the searing pain in my face.
βThey broke my glasses. I just got these fixed the other day. My dad's gonna be so mad,β I said. And just then, Y/N took them out of my hands. βThey don't look too bad. This happens to my dad all the time. You could just pop the glass back in the frameβ¦ And there we go, all done. Looks like I saved you from another argument, hehe.β
Oh, that laugh. I could listen to it on repeat forever. I don't know why they're so nice to me, but I can't deny I love this attention. βI wonder when you'll stop finally getting into so much trouble. I can't believe anybody would want to even fight you. I mean, look at you,β they said.
They started to gently pinch and rub my cheek, and in that moment, I felt like we were the only people in the world. I can only hope Y/N lets me stay a part of their world.
Hiiiiii<3 I have quick request if they are open (I couldn't find info if they are or aren't lol-) Anywas, I just started to follow u but u just seem so cool and I really like the way u write <3 Keep up with that cuz ur epic Back to the request could I pretty please ask for headcanons for Sanemi, Gyomei, Douma and any characters u pick with s/o that have histrionic personality discoder? I suffer from it for around 6 months and I really can't control it. (It's like I have to be in center of attention even if I don't want to-) Ofc, I'm ssr if that's a problem or if requests are closed- Anyway, keep up and remember to stay hydrated and eat enough<3
OFC POOKIE!!! Also sorry I donβt know how old this is I forgot about the submission thingπ
βοΈβ’Sanemi is pansexual and picks his partners off of personality!
βοΈβ’Sanemi is in a relationship with Giyu (theyβre married)
βοΈβ’Sanemi struggles with anxiety,depression and self hatred
βοΈβ’Sanemi also has histrionic personality discoder (Also known as HPD!) this makes him Seek attention,Talk dramatically with strong opinions,heβs easily influenced,has rapidly changing emotions,and he thinks relationships are closer than what they are
βοΈβ’His best friend is Tanjiro
βοΈβ’Sanemis favorite color is gray
βοΈβ’He hates it when someone asks where is scars are from
βοΈβ’He loves it when giyu plays with his hair and lays on his chest
βοΈβ’Giyu is the only person Sanemi allows to touch him
βοΈβ’Sanemi knows that Genya is there but doesnβt talk to him due to the fact he feels like a complete failure
βοΈβ’Sanemi is a cat person
βοΈβ’Sanemi finds giyus breathing style to be interesting
βοΈβ’Sanemis favorite song is βI Get Madβ by violent J
βοΈβ’Sanemi thinks itβs cute when Giyu gets upset and runs to him after mitsuri eats his left overs
βοΈβ’He let Giyu and mitsuri dye his hair one time and thatβs was the last time (the hair dye was purple)
βοΈβ’Sanemi hates fighting and arguing with Giyu
βοΈβ’Heβs very protective over whatβs his
βοΈβ’Sanemi has made it his personal mission to kill muzan after his mom wwa turnt into a demon
βοΈβ’Sanemi has ptsd from his mom so he makes sure the fights with demons are quick so he wonβt get triggered
βοΈβ’He has hard and really bad panic attacks
βοΈβ’Sanemi loves drawing with giyu itβs one of his favorite things to do
βοΈβ’Believe it or not heβs a switch
βοΈβ’Sanemi makes sure his eyeliner is on FLEEK
βοΈβ’His katana is one is his prized possessions
βοΈβ’He tries to hide his scars
βοΈβ’He keeps his uniform open because itβs a little uncomfortable due to his tight it is
youβre probably gonna die before youβre 17 due to morbid obesity or heart complications as a result of all the plaque and tartar that are spread across your decaying teeth, you fucking inbred.
At least Iβll be dead<333 also pookie idk what your deal is but I have two ideas about who you are and why youβre acting like a cunt but honestly I could give a rats ass and so fuck off
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It was too much for him. He constantly got misgender by everyone even his own partner. He didnβt feel like a girl so why would they use She/Her? He wasnβt a Her or a She He was a He a him a they a them sometimes a it so why would they make him suffer like that? He was a strong boy everyone knew that until his partner wouldnβt call him a boy it was always Her/She/girl/sweet girl..why didnβt they stop? Whatβs the point of making someone suffer that much? Why was he scared to speak his mind? He was afraid of being abandoned he was scared of being hurt he couldnβt take it he deleted everything,blocked everyone,ran away until his mother got the phone call βYour son has committedβ why couldnβt he stay? You tell me..
βW-wait honey slow down!β Francis says on a moan as you bob your head in a quick motion gripping his thighs. You slide your touch around his shaft as he moans and puts his hands on the back of your head gripping your hair in his thick fingers. βFuuuuuuuck baby~β he says with a smile throwing his head on the couch trying to keep himself from bucking his hips up into your mouth
You let out a small giggle as you bon your head faster you knew it wouldnβt be much longer until he cums into your mouth so you keep bobbing your head deepthroating his long cock letting out small gags
βIβm gonna c-cum shit!β Francis moans out gripping your hair tightly in his fingers before he releases into your moan his warm cum filling your mouth more and more forcing you to swallow before you lick him clean before you get into his lap βgood boy~β you whisper in his ear as he lets out pants and hums βwanna go for round two good boy?β You ask in a teasing tone and he nods his head leaning his head back up and looking at you with a smirk.
You slip off your shorts revealing your soft pink panties βyou wanna take them off for me?~β you ask in a soft teasing tone rocking your hips back and forth as you stand in front of him βof course I doβ he replies wrapping two fingers around the waistband of your panties line and tugging your panties down revealing your sweet pussy to him βlickβ you command putting your hand on his head with a smirk
He leans forward as your spread your legs for him and he licks a stripe up your pussy your taste is intoxicating to him βyou taste so good~β he whispers holding your hips as you let out a small shaky sigh with a smile as you push him back and take off your shirt climbing into his lap and you roll your hips his hard cock swiping your wet pussy βI wanna hear how much you want my pretty cuntβ you whisper in his ear your hand wrapping around his throat choking him
βP-please baby pleasepleaseplease I need it I want to feel your wallβs squeeze around meβ he whispers back a blush creeping across his cheeks before you slide his hard cock into your cunt with a loud moan βfuuuuuuckβ you whimper out and Francis grips your hips as you start to bounce up and down his thick hard cock thrusting in and out of your gummy walls
βFuck fuck fuckβ you whimper squeezing Francisβs neck as he bucks his hips hitting your g-spot and your hands go from his neck to his shoulders squeezing them tightly as you moan out bouncing up and down on his cock
βFuck Iβm gonna cum ohhh ahβ you moan out bouncing up and down faster as Francis squeezes your hips βme too baby..fuck Iβm gonna cum too!β He whimpers feeling your gummy walls squeezing his shaft βoh yeah squeeze me like thatβ he whimpers thrusting his hips up before he cums into you coating your walls with his warm cum
βHmm good boyβ you hum kissing his head before I get off of him and cuddle up next to him smiling as he wraps his arms around you βI love you so muchβ he speaks softly stroking your hair βI love you tooβ you speak with a smile thinking about all the thinks you could do with his cum
Been a few days hi guysπI hope yβall enjoyed this smut Iβm bad at making these but itβs okay bc Iβm working on itπthey are a bit short I donβt have the patience to write a long one though if itβs not short Iβll get distracted having ADHD isnβt fun Iβm also on a road trip :)
Summary: Youβre on your period and shigaraki comforts you and helps your clean yourself after you bled through your pants (you havenβt gotten bottom surgery yet)
Youβre on your period and your cramps hurt so much to the point you canβt move so you lay on the couch curled up into a ball waiting for shigaraki to get home with your tampons and chocolate.
Shigaraki gets home and immediately closes the door and walks into the living room putting down the tampons and chocolate. βHow do you feel?β He ask softly sitting down next to you.
βHmmnβ you mumble with tears in your eyes gripping your lower stomach tightly and shigaraki looks down and frowns as he sees the blood soaking through your pajama bottoms.
βHey let me help Iβm wearing my gloves so I wonβt hurt youβ he speaks in that same sweet raspy voice and he grabs the waistband of your pants and slides them off laying the bloody bottoms on the floor and he grabs the wipes from the coffee table and take one and spreads your legs gently wiping the blood from your inner thighs as you cry silently as you feel feminine and you feel the cramp pain worsening by the moment
βMy poor boy..β shigaraki whispers kissing your knee gently and throwing the bloody wipe in the small trashcan next to the couch and taking out a clean wipe and wiping the rest of your thighs before slowly taking off your bloody underwear and wiping the blood off of your sensitive folds casuarina your to let out a whimper and you clench your stomach tightly
βIt hurts so badβ you whimper out in a sob and he finishes wiping off the blood and he quickly gets up and picks up the bloody clothes and goes to the bathroom putting them in the washer and coming back with clean clothes and he slowly puts them on you and he pulls your into his arms stroking your hair with his gloved fingers
βI love you I know it hurts but itβs only for a few more daysβ shigaraki speaks in his high pitched raspy voice and scratches his neck before he goes back to stroking your hair. βI feel too feminine I donβt feel like a boyβ you whisper with a cry and shigaraki frowns a bit
βJust because you still have your periods doesnβt mean youβre not a boy youβre the most handsome man Iβve ever seenβ shigaraki speaks placing a kiss on your head as you stayed curled up clenching your stomach with your head on his chest crying a bit
You sniffle and close your eyes leaning into his touch as he strokes your hair and your back gently before he scratches his neck again and you open your eyes and look up at him βstop scratching..it makes your neck look..well crusty as toga and dabi would put itβ shigaraki chuckles even when you were in pain you were still funny βyeah yeahβ he mumbles and kisses your head and you close your eyes again
β‘ Ahem, @deathbyyeekies requested "the works" from me with a needy Mingi fic and, ya know, the works shall be delivered unto you, darling β‘
β‘ Pairing:Β song mingi x curvy!fem!reader
β‘ Summary:Β After a passionate weekend together you start ignoring Mingi's texts and calls which only makes him crave you even more
β‘ Genre:Β smut sprinkled w/ some plot
β‘ Word Count: 1.9kish
β‘ Warnings: strong fem dom vibes but Mingi & reader are sorta switch at certain points, mostly he's down bad for you though, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie
β‘ A/N: This is a request so there are some mentions of the reader being smaller than Mingi height wise though she's still a curvy babe!
What had he done? What cardinal sin had he committed that made him worthy of damnation? You ignore him entirely while other women kneel before him, worshiping the very ground he walks on. There are women whoβd do anything for him. Follow his commands without question but you, somehow, had deemed him unworthy of such blind loyalty.
No matter how hard he tried to bury his memories of that weekend you spent together, his mind always drifted back to images of you beneath him on your bed, your teeth biting down on smeared, puffy red lips as he collected drops of arousal from your sweet pussy with his curved tongue. He knew it was all in his head but he swore he could still taste you on the back of his tongue, feel you dripping down the back of his throat. His heart nearly beat out of his chest at the thought of it. You were an addiction and the withdrawals were a bitch.
But you, for reasons he laid awake at night trying to uncover, hadnβt called him after. Five days went by without as much as a text from you. The guys all told him to forget about you but he couldnβt. Whatever you had done to him, the all consuming thirst youβd given him for your plush body, couldnβt be undone. It could only be satisfied by you and you alone. So here he is, the man who towered above you when he picked you up at the club that night, on his knees in your living room, fingers stroking your plump hips through the silk of your robe.
None of this had been intentional on your part. At least not at first. You knew his reputation when you met him. It had never crossed your mind that you might become something special to him. No other girl had. Youβd simply accepted that you were no different and gave in to him anyway.Β Anything to feel his body against yours, the bass of his deep voice whispering filthy professions into your ear that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It never occurred to you that heβd pursue you the way that he has and, once it started, you couldnβt bring yourself to put him out of his misery.
The longer you ignored him the more needy he became. You went from having only received flowers from a man once or twice in your life to coming home to dozens of roses every day. There were love notes ancient poets would envy and gifts that cost more than you made in a month. The man was groveling, doing everything he could, until you finally gave in and asked him to come to your place. βMissed me?β you ask, your voice much too sweet for a creature so cruel, as you run your fingers through his hair, nails soothing an itch on his scalp he hadnβt noticed needed scratching before now.Β
βMmhmmβ he hums, his full rosy lips brushing along the tender meat of your inner thigh. Your body shivers at the contact. Beneath all of the games, youβd missed him as much as he had you. Itβs why youβd spent every night running your fingers over your clit, coming with his name flowing from your lips in the form of hushed moans. Itβs why you have nothing beneath this robe that reveals enough of your soft body to make him salivate. You knot your fingers at the base of his scalp, tilting his head back to lock his eyes onto yours.
Heβs ridiculously handsome, the prettiest boy youβve ever laid eyes on, and heβs at your mercy. βYou want me, Mingi?β He can only laugh to himself, nibbling at your heated flesh, his tongue leaving strips of moisture along your thigh. βNo. Not wantβ he pants, strong hands sinking into your hips to bring your core so close to him that you can feel his breath warm against your clit, βNeed.β You drape your left leg over his shoulder, thigh rocking against his cheek, βShow me.β Mingi canβt tell if thatβs a show of dominance or submission, itβs honestly a bit of both, but itβs all he needs to hear to place his tongue along your slit.
βMingiβ¦β you gasp as it swirls into you, teasing your walls. You tighten around him, coating his tongue like he knew you would. βSweetest pussyβ¦β he slurps, licking between your folds, his tongue circling your stiff clit, βIβve ever tasted. Fuck, baby. Mmmm.β Mingiβs hands are locked onto your hips, his hold inescapable as he purses his lips around your clit, suckling at it so deliciously that your legs begin to shake. Each time he flicks his chin up pleasure pulses through your veins.
Freeing one of your hips from his death grip, he brings his middle and pointer fingers to your entrance, splashing in the wetness of your soaked pussy before burying them inside of you. Your eyes fall closed as he hypnotizes you with the rhythm of his wrist.Β βOne more?β he asks, spreading you out enough for his ring finger to join the others. βYesβ¦pleaseβ you whine, basking in the pressure brought on by the introduction of his third finger. This is what you both dreamed of night after night.
You drenching his chin in your juices. Him claiming your pussy with his fingers. Beginning again to own each other. To consume each other. Mingi mercilessly knocks against your sweet spot, having committed to memory the precise angle it takes to make you unravel. With his knuckles grinding hard against your slit, you can feel yourself getting ready to come and he does too.Β
βYouβre so close arenβt you, beautiful? Ready to come all over my fingers?βΒ
βYeahβ¦β you whine, knees growing weaker by the second.
βYeah?β he teases, fucking into you harder.Β
Before Mingi you hadnβt known that fingers could be this magical but fuck if they arenβt casting all sorts of spells on your body. How were you ever really going to deny him when he made you feel like this? Who could make you come the way he does? No one and he knows it. Thereβs no hiding it when your pussyβs nearly swallowing his entire hand, desperate for release. βOh myβ¦shit!β you cry out, your body folding as you hit your high. Mingi catches you, carefully lying you back on to the floor, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.
Itβs so cute seeing how helpless you are just from his fingers. Squirming on the floor, tits spilling out of your robe, with your mouth wide open saying his name over and over like a broken record. βWhy didnβt you answer my calls?β he asks, taking full advantage of having you quite literally in the palm of his hand. βI donβt knowβ¦Iβ¦β you stutter, finding it impossible to string a sentence together.Β Mingi leans down, capturing one of your buds between his teeth, βDonβt lie to me.β He nips at your bud firmly enough to make you squeal, a gentle warning of whatβs to come if you canβt get your answers straight.Β
βI was scared!β you spit out, your hand resting on his as it slows inside of you, eventually coming to a stop. Mingi sits up, eyes narrowing, βScared? Of what?β You bring your hands over your face to hide your embarrassment, βI was scared to end up like the other girls.β βOther girls?β he asks, sitting down beside you to process what youβre saying, βWhat 'other girlsβ?β You canβt bring yourself to answer but he wonβt accept your silence. Mingi pulls your hands away from your face, hovering over you, βWhat βother girlsβ?β βLook, everyone knows that girls love you. Youβre always flirting with them andβ¦β
βWell, yeah, itβs my job but that doesnβt mean I sleep with them or send them flowers.β He leans in closer to you, his lips moistening yours with your own juices, βOr write them poems about how beautiful they are. Or beg for them. I begged for you.β All of the blood rushes to your cheeks and youβreβ¦smiling? You roll your eyes at yourself. Ugh. βYou did.β βAnd you know why?β βWhy?β βBecause,β he sighs, running his hand along the curves of your body, βI want you all to myself. Iβll beg again if I have to.β
His fingertips graze your twitching clit, reawakening your senses. Resting your hands on his cheek, you press your lips to his, your tongue sweeping into his mouth to taste whatever remains of yourself amongst the warmth of his cheeks. βNo more begging.β You spread your legs for him to palm your exposed pussy, βIβm yours. Take me.β Take you? You canβt even begin to fathom the fire it ignites inside of him when you say that. βTake me,β you say it like you mean it because you do and Mingi doesnβt hesitate to do so, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to your bedroom, all while kissing you like his life depends on it.
When he finally puts you down youβre standing on your tippy toes, blindly undoing his pants to free the aching thickness stressing the fibers of his boxers. It slaps against your stomach, precum smearing on your lush belly. You stroke his length, tracing the veins that run from base to tip, βYou gonna give it to me or what?β Mingi gently pinches your chin between his thumb and pointer fingers, βYouβre really bossy for someone so short.β
βShut up, you love it.β
βFuckβ¦youβre rightβ he smiles, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pick you up again.
This time your arms are around his neck, legs hooked around his waist, while he pushes into you. Itβs gradual, the fullness that overtakes you inch by toe curling, back arching inch. Mingi spins around, laying back on the bed so that youβre on top of him. But heβs still in control, gripping your supple ass each time he disappears into you. You swallow his cock the same way you did his fingers. Itβs almost as if you want him to lose his mind. You do. Burying your face in his neck, you inhale the intoxicating scent of his cologne, βDeeper. Iβ¦want all of you. Need.β
Mingiβs long arms close around you, making it impossible to move, and he grants your wish. Thereβs no βin and outβ anymore. Only in. Mingi kisses your shoulder, rocking deep inside of you, fighting off the urge to come from how desperately youβre gripping him. But there's no use fighting it. The euphoria of having you again...itβs even more intense than last time.
βIβmβ¦gonna cum. Where...want...me?β
You piece together his broken words, bringing your lips back to his. Giving him one final kiss, you stare into his eyes and whisper, βIn me. Mark your territory.β You feel the air escape his lungs as his body convulses, the warm white liquid that painted your lips less than a week ago now adorning your walls. Mingiβs muscles loosen enough that you have the room to ride him through his high, triggering another of your own as your clit's pleasured by the friction between your bodies.
By the time youβre done with him, thereβs nothing left. Every drop of anything he had to offer now belongs to your pussy and the grabbable, jiggly part of your inner thighs that itβs leaking down. You collapse onto his chest, hearing his heart race as you both struggle to catch the breath you lost. Mingi kisses you on the forehead, hugging you tightly again, βMine.β You yawn, reaching a limp finger up to boop him on the nose, βYours.β
βLook at me. I want you to watch you come on my fingers/cock/strap.βΒ
Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it.Β
βYeah?β They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, βAnd what if I do this?β They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.
Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh)Β
Kissing down every inch of your body they possibly can, showing you how much they love you.Β
^ Have them murmuring against your skin how beautiful/handsome you areΒ
βTell me to stop and we stop. I donβt care whatβs happening. All I care about is you.βΒ
Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them.Β
βBehave, I wouldnβt want to have to punish you now.βΒ
Β βCanβt you handle it, baby?β βI can-fuck, I can handle it.βΒ
βIf you want something, you have to use your words.βΒ
Β βCount them for me.βΒ
Β Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine.Β
βI bet they canβt fuck you like I can.βΒ Β
Β Wrapping their fingers around your wrist and guiding you to where they desperately need you.Β
βRemember whoβs in charge here baby, Iβd choose your next words carefully.βΒ
Β βAct like a brat and Iβll treat you like a brat.βΒ
βIβm sorry, what was that? I couldnβt hear you over all the noise you were making.β (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg)Β
Β βDonβt be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.β
