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𝐩ervy roommate toji who . . . ✦

pairing: (roommate) toji fushiguro x fem!reader

roommate!toji who loves to do your laundry, especially when those pretty panties are ready to be washed.

roommate!toji who takes away your vibrator to hear you complain and whine about it all week. he would prefer if you were doing that on his cock, though.

roommate!toji who stuffs his huge dick into your used, dirty panties when he's feeling lonely, rutting into the gorgeous lace like his life depends on it.

roommate!toji who's hard almost instantly when you bend over, exposing up your thighs as you reach for something on a cabinet too high for you to reach.

roommate!toji who is always trying to take a peek up your skirt, saving the view in his head for later. the mere thought of you gets him all worked up.

roommate!toji who somehow is still perfectly suave when talking to you. like he doesn't steal your panties almost every night to cum.

roommate!toji who is oh so pathetic and committed. he only wants you and it stays that way. he makes sure it does.

roommate!toji who is orgasmically narcoleptic. after he cums he's straight to sleep, often dozing off with your bra clutched in his strong hands.

roommate!toji who buys you chocolates pretty often. anonymously addressed, obviously, but perverts can be sweet as well!

roommate!toji who stays outside your bedroom door for ages, just listening to your pretty moans as you touch yourself, wishing he could be the one moving his fingers in n out of your dripping cunt.

roommate!toji who records all of it, playing it in his headphones each morning. if it was a song, it would definitely be on his wrapped.

roommate!toji who's balls drop to his ass once you find out your vibrator is in his room. you don't seem one bit mad about it, though.

"toji. what is this?" you grab the vibrator out of his drawer, holding it up for him to see. "what the fuck is my vibrator doing in your room of all places?! i've been looking for it for ages!"

he smirks, shaking his head. "you don't seem one bit mad about it, doll. almost like you wanted to find it there." he raises an eyebrow. "in fact, why were you looking in my drawer anyway? just to find that?" he scoffs.

"what kinda sick freak steals his roommate's sex toy? that's not me." he huffs, crossing his arms.

"you're yet to explain what it's doing there." you sigh, running a hand through your hair.

he hesitates for a moment.

"oh, so you really want me to explain? fine, but i warned you."

"see, i've been attracted to you for ages, sweetheart, and i knew you didn't like me back. i've just been doing anything to get closer. everything that reminds me of you, i'm using it. i know, i'm a fucking weirdo for doing shit like that— but it's the first thing my mind went to." he looks down, ashamed.

"i had no idea you felt that way, toji."

roommate!toji who finally gets what he wants, fingers prying your thighs apart. he pulls your panties down, tying the cotton around his wrist.

"lemme just keep these. it reminds me of what i was doing before i had this perfect pussy." he kneels, breathing in the scent of your wetness before diving in, tongue delving through your puffy folds.

his tongue sweeps circles around your clit, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive spot. you whimper, one hand latching to his hair— the other going over your mouth, curling into your flesh.

"just like that, baby. keep making those pretty sounds for me." he says against your clit, closing his eyes while feasting to really savor the exquisite taste.

your hand tightens in his hair, nails scratching scalp. you groan louder as he works faster, pussy clenching around his tongue, practically ready for release.

his arms grip your hips, the wet cotton from your used panties grazing against your skin.

"mmm, fuck!" you cry, hand shaking around your mouth and in his hair, so close to ripping a section of jet black hair out.

he speeds the motions up, seeing (and hearing) that you're getting closer to climax. he marvels in the taste of your sweet cunt, groaning against it. that is the one thing that pushes you over the edge.

frothy, white cum gushes out of your well used holes, spilling out onto his face.

"shit, you're perfect." he mumbles, cleaning the warm cum right off his face.

roommate!toji who is finally happy where he is in life. he's right where he wants to be.

tlist: @valberryboos, @lilithkleia, @satorusdreamer, @mimuju, @yorikae, @yoonsucks, @6x-x9, @xqce, @pillsatoru, @v4mpyyb4tzz, @kamislop, @hangenism

𝔅LACK LACE PANTIES ⫶⫶ 18+ MDNI

pairing: roommate!choso x fem!reader

choso shouldn't be doing this.

he knows he shouldn't be doing this.

but does he care? absolutely not.

can you blame him? a few days ago he took a peek and saw those pretty jet black panties you were wearing and couldn't resist to have a taste.

you're out, at the grocery store for the two of you. his cock is already rock hard— pre leaking from the tip. it's so very evident that he's completely turned on right now.

his pale hand slides open the drawer— reaching to find those black panties in question. and he does, because choso kamo always gets what he wants.

his long fingers interlink with the panties, pulling them up from the other piles of cloth.

he lays his eyes on it, in it's full glory. you yourself have worn these. he can't wrap his pretty head around the concept.

his delicate fingers trace the crotch, grazing the panties like they're something reverent. his erection is now throbbing, even more deliciously painful than it was before. so painful, he has to stop himself from moaning so loud.

he sits down on your bed, fingers clutching tightly onto the piece of fabric, pulling down his pants, stroking himself over the soaked boxers.

he groans blissfully, sliding the boxers straight off of him, thick erection springing up in an almost freeing manner.

he strokes up and down at the base, wet pre dribbling down to coat his hand.

"god.. mfghh.. fu-fuck.." his voice breaks, head falling back as he grabs the panties, wrapping it around his hand, pumping quickly, imagining it was you instead.

in fact, choso has had this desire for months. he's never been able to fulfill it because he knows that you don't reciprocate his feelings.

so, this is the only way for him to feel closer to you without crossing any lines. and he can still barely control himself around you. he thinks it's disgraceful and embarrassing, you think he's just nervous around people since he doesn't talk much.

that's not the case at all.

his hand moves faster, fingers paying extra attention to his puffy tip— eyes rolling back at the thought of you doing this instead, because seriously. what if it was your sweet cunt he was buried inside? he would probably ask for you to keep the panties on, only if you don't mind making a mess.

he would definitely be a goner if you were moving up and down his slick and overworked cock right now.

he closes his eyes, cum spilling out in creamy ropes, soaking into your panties and sliiightly reaching his stomach.

he shivers, staring up at the ceiling, processing what he had just done.

he had just cummed on your panties. those shits are expensive! and, to add insult to injury, he heard keys jingling. you were fucking home. oh, he was so done.

choso reacts instantly, throwing the panties back in the drawer, pulling his boxers and pants back up again, wiping the sweat that was caught on his brow. he's basically trapped and there's no way to get out of your room without you noticing.

oh, fuck. he is so done.

he could just run quickly? yeah.

he does so, crouch- running to his room, seemingly not alerting you.

it was those black lace panties fault.

aaandd we reach the day black lace panties comes back to tumblr

tlist: @valberryboos, @lilithkleia, @satorusdreamer, @mimuju, @yorikae, @yoonsucks, @6x-x9, @xqce, @https-iso, @v4mpyyb4tzz

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𝒫ORNSTAR SUKUNA WHO… ᯓᡣ𐭩

pairing: pornstar!sukuna x pornstar!reader

pornstar!sukuna who barely makes any sound except for the occasional grunt he does every time after filling your tight cunt to the brim.

pornstar!sukuna who goes off script just to fulfill his own needs.

pornstar!sukuna who loves having nails run down his muscular back.

pornstar!sukuna who knows when you're not acting, but can't prove it.

pornstar!sukuna who doesn't know what aftercare is, pulls out with a wet shlick and goes the fuck on with his day.

pornstar!sukuna who doesn't deliberately try to hurt you, sure, he knows his dick literally breaks backs, but he would never do it intentionally to you.

pornstar!sukuna who questions the fluttery feeling in his stomach when he's around you.

pornstar!sukuna who loves when your hair grows longer, as there is more to pull on.

pornstar!sukuna who waits for a script to come in where you peg him.

pornstar!sukuna who loves when he fucks you so hard your pretty makeup melts off your face.

pornstar!sukuna who watches as you listen to music in between breaks.

pornstar!sukuna who savours your moans as if you're dying tomorrow, eyes closing like he could cum on that alone.

pornstar!sukuna who is always willing to drive you home.

pornstar!sukuna who's favorite position is reverse cowgirl, as he gets a nice view of your back and has plenty of opportunities to grab your hair while at it.

pornstar!sukuna who loves when you're scripted to wear heels while being fucked.

pornstar!sukuna who questions himself when he's kissing you if it's an act, cold metal entering your lips confidently when deep down he's not so confident..

tlist: @valberryboos, @lilithkleia, @satorusdreamer , @mimuju, @yorikae, @yoonsucks, @6x-x9, @xqce, @https-iso

no pole ?

pairing: hiromi higuruma x stripper!reader

shocked. that was the only way to describe the look on your boss's face. his eyes appeared bigger than usual, pupils small.

you put a hand over your lips, gloss smearing all over the inside of your fingers. he stares you down— how your attire, well, lack of, clings to your body perfectly, how your makeup is bolder than what you wear to the law firm, how. . . experienced you look.

he would've given you his whole salary just for you to step on him. you swore he was drooling at the mouth.

you fix your tall heels, walking over to him.

"mr higuruma. what are you doing here?" you sit down in his section, making fierce eye contact with him. almost as if you wanted to swallow his very soul.

"some. . . coworkers invited me here. didn't expect you to be here." his breath comes out shaky as you lean closer, words unconfident.

you giggle, freshly manicured nails covering your mouth.

"oh, mr higuruma. you have no idea what you just got yourself into. . ." a grin graces your lips, and you reach out to loosen his tie. "must you be so uptight all the time? let yourself go. you're in a club for gods sake." your eyes flicker down to his slacks, half hard in his pants already.

you conveniently sit on his lap, sending pleasure waves throughout his body. you can tell he's trying to keep it together.

"don't speak to me like that. i'm still your boss." he says weakly, words meaning nothing when he's at your mercy in the middle of a strip club.

you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"you'll never get my point. you're not my boss here. you can act like it, but you're not. the one who really is my boss is the person running this place. and guess what? you don't own every place you walk into." you grab his tie— pulling him closer, making his face mere inches from yours.

he can barely look you in the eyes. you're not this confident at work, and he knew things would never go back to normal at work after this encounter.

"you want to act so bold? fine." he huffs, grabbing you by the nape— firmly pressing your lips to his.

you smirk against him, moving with his lips in a long, slow and incredibly thrilling kiss. he grabs your shoulder, unable to steady himself from the high.

you hook your leg up, grinding against him. a hiss escapes his lips and he parts from yours subconsciously. your heel scrapes up against his pants, making it harder to ride him through his soaked slacks.

"i've got an idea." your hands dip lower as he bites on your lower lip, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

he grabs your fingers, leading your hands to where he needs them most. you unzip his pants, hands going to instantly move under the fabric of his boxers.

he winces in pleasure, parting from your lips to tilt his head up, closing his eyes.

"shhh. nobody will see us, i promise. they're all too wrapped up in their own lives." you say. he grabs his cock, pulling it out of his pants. you tap the tip with your index finger a few times, pre sticking to your skin.

you pull your panties to the side, getting higher— moving to sink on him.

you drop onto him, and you can practically feel the bulge deep in your stomach. you had underestimated this guy. his dick was huge!

his eyes catch yours, droopy and exhausted. as if he was going to cum right there on the spot. you give him a knowing eyebrow raise before moving up and down on his hard cock.

a choked sound emerges from his throat, eyes going wide. he groans into his palm, trying to make direct eye contact as you move.

"fuck." he whimpers, teeth clenching.

". . .such— shiiitt! profanity coming from my own boss. set a good example for me, yeah?" you say, moving harder against him— wet skin slapping against skin filling your ears. the scent of musk n sweat is the only thing you can smell for a while.

he cries out, feeling his balls tighten. you hit the bottom, making him groan into your ears.

"yeah, yeah, just like that. just like that and i'll—" your breath hitches, warm cum leaking from your wet cunt.

he revels in the feeling. he pulls you off him, demanding you to eat the creampie off of his soaking dick.

"do it. i don't want to say it twice." he blinks, grabbing you by the hair. you oblige, talented tongue working its way through his cock, sucking n licking at all of the cum— leaving nothing but spit.

you wipe your mouth clean, get up from his dick and wink at him.

"see you tomorrow, honey. i'll be sure to wear just the most perfect outfit for you."

writing this shit made me tired im gonna play date everything

tlist: @valberryboos, @lilithkleia, @satorusdreamer, @yorikae, @yoonsucks, @6x-x9, @xqce, @pillsatoru, @v4mpyyb4tzz, @kamislop, @hangenism, ex1acy, @blu-goingdark, @xstars-alignedx, @rengoatku

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋?

pairing: john zenin x fem!reader

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. . . john zenin asks for you to hop on that dick

“agghh— fuck. . . mnngh, go slower, would ya?”

is practically the only thing you can hear as you're milking your husband, john zenin, dry. it all started with a scandalous outfit, the colour of grey which matched the colour of his outgrown, messy pubes.

him, seeing you walk around the house like that?

fuck, it's like you wanted him to sneak up behind you and press his nonexistent lips to your neck, biting the fragile skin purple.

he tips his head back, groaning into his palm as his other hand grips your ass, leaving marks ass it jiggles on his soaked crotch.

“. . . god, you're so huuugee, john, baby!” you cry out, gripping the bed— wet pussy clenching around his impressively long, girthy cock.

“yeah, like that, honey. you're clenching me so well.” you can practically hear the wide grin on his face.

your movements go sloppy, sweat running down your eyebrow as you bring him closer to release. he moves a hand up your back, running a finger down your spine— you shiver, grinding n taking him harder than before.

“atta girl.” he huffs, cold breath grazing your ass.

his white robes are discarded as waste on the floor, strong abs and thighs on display for you as you ride him.

a filthy, light ring of pre forms around the base of his cock, and he slaps your ass, leaving a red handprint straight on it as it moves on his hard dick.

you feel your makeup melting off of your face, tears running down your cheeks at how well his long cock was hitting exactly every angle.

your pussy clenches around him, movements getting needier.

“m'gonna cum! shit, i'm gonna—” your eyes roll to the back of your skull, salty cum coating his spent, still hard cock.

he groans so loud it rivals the kansas city chiefs at arrowhead stadium on september 29 in 2014, releasing musky slick into your warm pussy.

he bottoms out one last time, pulling himself out of you with a shlick,

“oh, you thought we were done, you nasty girl?” he purrs, gripping his cock.

“lick it. lick the cum straight off my cock.” you oblige, wrapping your lips around him, swirling your tongue around his tip, going deeper to leave with his dick clean and shiny.

your manicured hands find the base of his girthy cock, cheeks hollowing out, staring at him in the eyes.

“ahhh! oh, juuuustt like that, fuck me!” he cries out, grabbing you by the hair, unable to look you in the eyes.

you spit on his tip, grabbing a pretty finger— running it down his slit. he is not able to supress a whimper from escaping his lips, feeling you go back down on him.

his dick is clean. well. you thought.

he cums in your mouth, a smoky n warm essence filling your mouth.

you swallow all of it, adam's apple bobbing as it spills down your throat, sending goosebumps down your arm and a shiver down your spine.

and john looks. . . utterly defeated.

utterly defeated by the pretty girl that has his heart.

i know this joke is tired as fuck but i really wanted my john zenin fic back so 😢 500 words of you clapping john cheeks

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roommate!choso just can't stop sniffing your panties! ☆

you were unassuming as to why choso asked to do your laundry every week.

well, it turns out he's been doing a lot more than washing. he'd admire every bit of cotton, lace and fabric that had touched your body, especially your panties.

the smell of musk and your sweet, elegant perfume had really drawn him in, and he can't stop sniffing your panties! he really just can't!

he's putting the laundry detergent in the washing machine, meticulously sorting colors and shades far far away from each other. there are barely any clothes of his, or he leaves them last— just to feel closer to you.

i mean, they were on your body at some point. all your sweat and moisture and body heat. . . it does something to a man that's faking a stoic face and reserved personality in front of the one he loves.

the whirring of the washing machine goes off loudly in the meantime, doing absolutely nothing to the atmosphere. he grabs one of your panties laying on the counter, wrapping his fingers around the material (this one being an oxford blue!), bringing it up to his nose.

he takes a long inhale, groaning into the lace at the scent of your arousal still fresh.

he visualizes your hair, your scent, the shape of your body, the way he would get you all pent up and crying— pretending that this arousal was from his huge cock splitting you open instead of whatever got you horny.

but to be honest, he would be the one crying. if he ever did feel your wet cunt on him, he would burst into tears, begging you to let him cum instantly. his hands would be shaking, his palms would be sweaty, and he would be wide and doe eyed looking up at you.

he whimpers, legs starting to not hold up his body weight. his veiny hands grab onto the counter, pulling himself up.

if he ever got a chance to eat that delicious pussy, he would eat it like he was dying tomorrow. like this was his only chance to try something so sweet. sloppily, but skillfully.

he feels moisture build up in his eyes, and suddenly tears are running down his flush cheeks.

he knows he'll never have you, but it's most definitely worth a try.

especially for those pretty thighs and melodious pussy.

‟f—fuck. i need her.”

short drabble for my angels! thank you for 850 ♡

tlist: @valberryboos, @lilithkleia, @satorusdreamer, @yorikae, @yoonsucks, @6x-x9, @xqce, @pillsatoru, @v4mpyyb4tzz, @kamislop, @hangenism, @ex1acy, @blu-goingdark, @xstars-alignedx, @rengoatku

toji can't keep his hands to himself!

you bite your lip, batting your lashes up at toji as you try on the second lingerie set you had bring to the dressing room with a pretty, deep red curtain being the only thing separating you and everyone else in the store.

“what about this one, toji?” you purr, flicking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“gorgeous, dollface. the blue is perfect with your complexion.” he smirks, trying to laugh off the fact that his huge cock is leaking mass amounts of pre in his pants.

“seriously?” you huff, crossing your arms, tits compressing together.

“you said that for the last one as well.”

he tsks, cocking his head to the side.

“am i not allowed to have the same reaction? i can't help it if my pretty girlfriend looks good in every single thing she puts on.” he quips, bracing his muscled hands on the stool he was sitting on.

you blink, smiling softly.

“well, thank you. that's actually really sweet.” you giggle, taking a look at yourself in the mirror, staring yourself down. through the mirror, you catch toji staring at your exposed ass.

“nice view, baby. you should take me out for this stuff more often.”

you roll your eyes, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“why? so you can get a better look at my ass?” you raise an eyebrow, twirling the small waistband of the panties with your manicured fingers.

he kisses his teeth, lounging back on the wood.

“yeah.” god, he's so annoying! what a perv. is what you would say if he didn't bend you over the stool he was previously sitting on a few seconds ago, kissing his way up your neck, going down your body.

“don't tease me like this,” he whispers into your ear— running his long fingers through your hair.

“don't bring me to a lingerie shop and expect me not to fuck you right here.” he demands, moving his kisses down your spine, lips not leaving your body. he traces his index finger over the waistband of your panties, holding off before he rips them down your thighs.

his free hand palms your tit, slipping fingers under the bra— nipples hardening at the sudden invasion of his talented fingers.

his hand dips out from the fabric, running his fingers down the straps, pulling them off your shoulders.

“in public, toji? we can't!” you whisper, eyebrows furrowing.

“sure we can. just be quiet.” he responds, voice only meant to be heard by your ears and your ears only.

you nod, feeling the bra unclasp— exposing your bare chest to the cold air, nipples hardening instantly.

he finally pulls down your panties, letting them rest at your ankles— restricting your movement. he greets your wet, leaky pussy with a light slap, slipping his fingers in.

“fuck!” you whimper, closing your eyes.

“quiet.” he curls his fingers deep, hitting that euphoric, spongy spot that makes your knees buckle.

your legs go numb, sweat running down your forehead as his fingers hit every spot on their way down. he moves a hand up your back, running a finger down your spine— you shiver, grinding down on his fingers.

he looks at the back of your head with pure lust, having one goal he needed to complete in the next 5 minutes.

he needed to make you cum on his fingers, now!

you cry out— slapping a hand over your glossy lips, smearing slick all over your palm, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

“toji! i'm gonna— i'm gonna. . . !” you moan loudly, biting your palm so that you could be. . . somewhat quieter?

he grins, collecting every drop of warm cum in his hands. he wraps his lips around his fingers, enveloping three of his fingers in spit.

“good girl. just. . . act normal, kay? you didn't cum two seconds ago, and you were just showing off the pretty lingerie to your boyfriend in the dressing room.”

i haven't written for toji in a while i hope he knows he's always my number 1

tlist: @valberryboos, @lilithkleia, @satorusdreamer, @yorikae, @yoonsucks, @6x-x9, @xqce, @pillsatoru, @v4mpyyb4tzz, @kamislop, @hangenism, @ex1acy, @blu-goingdark, @xstars-alignedx, @rengoatku

what if suguru geto had a different fate ?

pairing: suguru geto x fem!reader

bodies, flashing lights, scarlet cups. that's all you can see— well, until your red eyes land on your boyfriend, suguru geto, on a random sofa. he looked beautiful, but melancholy in a way that didn't belong with the rest of the crowd.

you drunkenly strut over to him, heels clicking loudly on the slippery wooden floor.

"hey, baby! why'd you come? i thought you said you hic didn't like parties?" you manage to slur out, alcohol and weed absentmindedly filling up your senses.

"you're drunk. and high. again. i have to be here to watch over you. i can't let you go out doing stupid shit." he grabs your hand, pulling you to sit on his lap.

"mmfh.. i'm not that high, sugu!" you pout, glossed lower lip sticking out in an annoyed manner.

he strokes your waist, one hand carding through your hair. "sweetheart, you definitely are. don't lie to me."

you sigh, hands shaking on where they rested on your thighs.

"you're shaking." he points out the obvious, placing his free hand on your vibrating hand.

your head hangs low, eyes closing and opening unnaturally.

"follow me." he grabs your hand, footsteps stuttering until you eventually reach his car. every sense of yours seems weakened.

he slides you into the passenger seat before sitting in the drivers seat himself.

"suguru.. you look so different. god, you're so pretty.." you coo, his hand grabbing yours once more.

"is that so?"

you nod, giggling, before moving over the littlest bit to rest your head on his collarbone.

he tilts your head up, mouth pressing to yours softly, capturing your lips in a slow dance. you could feel that familiar heat building between your thighs.

"next time, tell me when you get drunk and high, okay?"

you laugh softly, letting go of his lips, dizzily holding up a cigarette to his lips.

"i managed to snag this for you. take it."

he takes it from your fingers, searching for the lighter in his glove-box.

he grabs the lighter, spinning it around between his fingers before putting the cigarette between his teeth, small red flame lighting up the dark car.

he inhales the nicotine, grey smoke falling elegantly from his lips, flying out the open window.

you look mesmerized— the way his inky locks flow down his back, the way the smoke flows out from his plush lips, the way his eyes flutter when the said smoke gets too close to his sensitive eyes.

that's literally all you do all night.

watch him smoke for an hour, go home and sleep.

jeez, when was that guy gonna give up on his smoking habit?

i'm sorry this is so short ! this is a repost from my old account

tlist: @valberryboos, @lilithkleia, @satorusdreamer, @yorikae, @yoonsucks, @6x-x9, @xqce, @pillsatoru, @v4mpyyb4tzz, @kamislop, @hangenism, ex1acy, @blu-goingdark, @xstars-alignedx, @rengoatku