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ॱ ꢀ ॰ ♡ ॰ ꢀ ॱ Satoru Gojo ॱ ꢀ ॰ ♡ ॰ ꢀ ॱ

ॱ ꢀ ॰ ♡ ॰ ꢀ ॱ Levi Ackerman ॱ ꢀ ॰ ♡ ॰ ꢀ ॱ

ॱ ꢀ ॰ ♡ ॰ ꢀ ॱ Jin-woo Sung ॱ ꢀ ॰ ♡ ॰ ꢀ ॱ

ॱ ꢀ ॰ ♡ ॰ ꢀ ॱ Hae-in Cha ॱ ꢀ ॰ ♡ ॰ ꢀ ॱ

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[satorusdreamer]

Count rice, bitch!

Sypnosis: After a horrible night of going out, your friend leaves you stranded at the club. Going home, you encounter a certain white-haired man. When he gets too close and grins with those too-sharp teeth, you do the only logical thing your drunken mind can think of: throw a bag of rice at him.

Pairing: Vampire!Gojo x Human!reader

Tags/Content Warnings: MDNI/18+ only, SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! Porn with plot, a bit of fear play (c'mon, Satoru is a vampire, y'all have seen the way he was playing with those curses), compulsion (only to run away), usage of folklore, reader is lowk a dumb bitch (not bimbo like, just drunk), blood-drinking, dub-con (reader consenting to be bitten while drunk), oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V sex, classic 'it doesn't fit' trope, SIZE KINK SIZE KINK SIZE KINK, belly bulging, dacryphilia, permission to cum inside (hehe)

Word Count: 6.7k

A/N: Not proofread since I have a migraine, but I wanted to drop this before going to bed. Special thanks to @cactusvolumes for helping out <3 Dividers by @/pixopix & @/strangergraphic, art by @/somedeimi on x.

You’re stumbling out of the club, absolutely wasted. The world spins around you, pavement dipping to the side, despite it being flat. Your ankle rolls once, making you almost crash into a pole.

A laugh bubbles out of your throat before you can stop it. It vibrates on your tongue, just like the bass vibrated your bones while inside the club.

Why are you laughing again?

You fumble through your purse for your phone, trying to text your friend that' you’re outside. Fingers touching different things in your purse—a lipgloss, a loose tampon, your hairbrush, a bag that crinkles when the pads of your fingers skim over it, and finally your phone, the glass smooth against your fingertips.

Then the thought slams into you, unwelcome and sharp. ‘Naoya and I are dating now,’ your friend had whispered shouted in your ear while you were on the dancefloor with her. Your entire body locking up, hips freezing in place.

Right. That’s why you drank more than you should’ve. Your friend casually admitting she’s dating your piece-of-shit ex-boyfriend.

You lean your forehead against the cold metal of the pole. Another laugh slips out. This time dry and hollow. There’s nothing funny about any of this. The entire situation is fucked up.

She left the club not soon after she admitted to you about dating your ex, not satisfied with your reaction to her ‘news’. What a fucking bitch. You close your eyes, still leaning against the pole, and everything spins, as if you’re laundry in a dryer.

Opening your eyes you push off the pole. Taking three steps, you stumble again. Stupid fucking heels. With an annoyed grunt you crouch down to yank them off, only to promptly fall onto your ass. Huffing through your nose you sit down so you can better access your heels.

Eventually you wrangle the heels off. Standing again you brush down the back of your dress with one hand while the other dangles your shoes from your fingers.

This time you start walking home—still stumbling around, but no longer rolling your ankles with it.

The Tokyo streets glow with sodium lamps and neon signs that are blinking overhead. The streets are mostly empty, aside from a few stragglers and drunks passed out along the sidewalk.

It isn’t until ten minutes into your walk that you feel it—eyes. You glance around, confused. There’s no one you can see, just a small cat on the other side of the street that isn’t even watching you, finding more interest in it’s own paw. Shrugging you keep walking.

Five minutes later you cut into a narrow alley. A shortcut home you normally take after a night out with the girls, granted they are with you—safety in numbers or something. Your drunken mind isn’t really concerned with that right now, though. Your feet are cold, small stones digging into your toes where you’re walking, and you’re lucky you haven’t encountered something sharp yet.

A little bit further into the dark alley you feel it again, that heavy sense of being watched. Whipping your head around you see someone stand at the end of the alleyway. The person’s silhouette completely black, except for the stark white hair that’s illuminated by the streetlight from above. The second thing you note is how tall they are. And the third thing you notice is the eyes—they’re glowing. Piercing blue looking over at you.

He’s just… staring at you. But when he sees you looking at him, he takes a step towards you. Then another. And another. You back up, pointing a finger at him.

“Stay there!” you bark out, finger trembling slightly. “Stay,” you repeat, firmer. The man halts, one pale eyebrow lifting in amusement.

“That’s right. Good boy.” If you were sober, you’d cringe at calling a stranger good boy, but right now all you can think of is that you’re drunk, barefoot, in an alley, and this guy is, what—seven feet tall?

His face becomes clearer now, a bit of moonlight illuminating some of the planes of his face. His skin is porcelain-like, eyes like a kaleidoscope of every blue imaginable, and a smirk is on his face, clearly enjoying this entire interaction.

Right, you’re staring. You clear your throat. “I-I’m going now. You just… stay there.”

He only crosses his arms and leans against the wall, still watching. You slowly nod your head, taking a small step back. Okay, good, he’s staying right where he is. Where you told him to stay. Turning around you nearly scream bloody murder.

He’s right there.

A gasp slips from your lips, mouth dropping open while your eyes bug out of your skull. Did the alcohol in your system fuck you up so bad you somehow turned around slow enough for him to walk in front of you without you noticing it?

You crane your neck up to look at him, stumbling back slightly with the change of your head, before you steady yourself again. He’s smiling down at you, and it’s a nice smile, honestly. It would’ve been charming, if not for the fangs. They’re long, sharp, and very obvious.

Alarm bells blare in your head, muffled slightly by the badum badum badum of your heart in your ears. Impossibly blue eyes, inhuman speed, and now fangs.

“Vampire,” you whisper, voice barely audible.

The stranger’s smile widens. “Ding, ding, ding, sweetheart.”

You swallow hard, of course this would happen to you today out of all days, after being told your friend is fucking your ex and leaving you stranded, alone, in the club.

Your hand slips into your bag, fingers fumbling, digging, trying to search for the bag you had touched earlier that night. But the more you keep fumbling, the harder your heart is starting to beat. Did you make up the fact that you had the bag with you? He notices the motion, of course he does.

“Oh? Gonna pepper spray me? Call a friend?” there’s clear amusement in his voice, “Newsflash, sweetheart, I’m way too fast for that.”

Your fingers keep searching. Come on, come on, come on— There. The pads of your fingers skim over the plastic bag, and it crinkles under the motion. Bingo.

Your heart slams against your ribcage. God, please let that dumb folklore be right. You grab the bag an dump it onto the ground, a soft thud sounds through the alley as thousands of rice grains scatter across the tiles.

The vampire’s head snaps down. He stares for a few seconds, blinks, then crouches. He mutters something under his breath and begins to count, fast—really fucking fast.

You stare at this seven-foot, hulking creature for a few more seconds. Then you take one step back, and another, and another. Then you run, feet pounding against the floor down the alley.

You risk a glance over your shoulder, just hoping he isn’t fast enough to count all of that within seconds. Big mistake. He’s still counting, luckily. But… he looks kind of cute doing it, nevermind the part where he’s a seven-foot vampire.

You slow down, feet coming to a halt, before you turn back and walk up just enough to grab your phone from where it fell onto the ground.

Click.

He doesn’t look up, but the twitch of his fingers tell you he heard it. “Cute.”

Gojo has never seen something like this before. He didn’t expect to be pelted with grains of rice by a cute drunk girl he’d set his sights on the moment she stumbled out of the club. Worse, he has the compelling urge to count them all. He isn’t sure why, all he knows is that he has to count them.

It’s something he’ll look into when he gets home.

It was a smart move on your part, clearly having read some sort of vampire lore before—unless you throw rice at every creep you encounter. However you came back, feet still bare, one of your heels lay abandoned further down the alleyway.

Then you whispered something about how cute he was, as if he isn’t a whole seven feet of vampire.

Now? Now you’re sitting across from him, feet still bare and dirty with grime and small pebbles stuck to your toes—how you haven’t noticed is beyond him—heel danling from your fingers, and your dress is riding up your thighs.

You’re mumbling incoherently about your ex and your friend, not that he’s paying attention to it, all his focus is on the stupid grains of rice.

He isn’t sure why you aren’t running. You know he’s a vampire, having seen his speed, his fangs, his eyes—hell, you even whispered it, vampire. Yet you’re still sitting here, in front of him, as if you’re keeping him company.

He knows you’re drunk, he can smell it on your breath, and if that wasn’t the dead giveaway then the stumbling and walking back to a fucking vampire would be. No one would do that shit when they’re sober.

You’re recounting a story about your ex now, gesturing wildly into the cool night-air. He’s had to restart his count a total of three times already because you keep distracting him. The first time you accidentally kicked the pile when you went to sit down, apologising to him for fucking it up.

The second time you ‘accidentally’ smacked his arm when telling him something. You’d said it was accidental because you were gesturing, but he thinks it’s because he wasn’t paying attention to your story.

He can only hope that the third time just works out for him, because he really wants to sink his fangs into your glistening skin—apart from the sweat you’d certainly built up in the club there’s something else to it, maybe a shimmer you’d applied before leaving for the club earlier today.

He only has a few hundred grains of rice left when your phone rings. And just like anything else tonight, you pick it up without any hesitation.

Gojo can hear a man on the other side of the line, saying something snarky. He isn’t tuned into the conversation, but his ears could hear everything if he wanted to, but he’s still counting, and he’d rather focus on that and finally feed himself than listen to whatever is being said by you or the man.

3124 3125 3126 3127… He’s about to count the last grain of rice when you suddenly flip the phone to him, screen illuminating his skin in a mix of blue and green. 3159 grains of rice, all counted.

He finally looks up and sees a guy filling your screen. Faux blond hair with green roots, brown eyes, and a smirk on his face that quickly morphs into something else. Then you turn your phone back to yourself, slurring out a, “See, ‘m with someone. Now leave m’ alone, asshole.”

Gojo hears the call disconnect, sees the way your screen goes dark. The only light illuminating your skin now is the pale moonlight. Then you take a deep breath and promptly fling yourself backward onto the ground.

“See what I have to deal with?” your eyes find his, a small pout formed on your face while your brows furrow. Gojo doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with those piercing blue eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest and clears his throat. “I’m gonna give you a twenty-second head start, sweetheart. If I were you I’d take it.”

Your brows furrow in confusion this time, nose crinkling slightly. God, you really forgot, didn’t you?

He heaves a sigh and opens his mouth just enough to show his fangs. They glint in the moonlight, showing of just how sharp they are. You squint your eyes a bit, then they open wide again.

“Vampire,” you whisper again, voice fully trembling. But then you groan, it rumbles through your chest a bit, and kick your feet a little. “I don’ wanna runnnn.”

Gojo has to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath. He likes the chase that comes from when people are afraid of him. Likes it even more when his prey think they can outrun him. They can’t, but he sure does like having them believe they can. Blood always tastes sweeter when there’s a hint of fear involved, after all.

He opens his eyes again and looks straight at you. Then he leans in a little, breath just shy of ghosting the shell of your ear.

“Run,” he whispers, voice sticky sweet as honey. He can see the way your eyes gloss over a bit. Then you’re scrambling upward, and dart out of the alley—your other heel clattering to the ground.

Gojo, true to his word, waits a full twenty seconds. Then he’s in front of you again, making you yelp and dash away again, stumbling over your own feet a little, crashing into the wall, scraping your hand on the rough stones.

The cat and mouse game continues for what he thinks is a full ten minutes. He can hear your heart pounding, blood rushing through your body, and your whispers of ‘Please don’t kill me, I’m way too hot’ and ‘I should’ve stayed home’ and ‘He is kinda cute, though.’

He ignores that last one.

It isn’t until you stumble up the steps of a house where he catches you. His broad chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, fingers dipping into your sides,, while the other is planted next to your head on the door.

“Gotcha,” he whispers into your hair. You’re trembling in his grip, knees almost buckling out form under you. You’re pressed flat against the front door of your house.

You were so close, all you had to do was open it and you would’ve been fine.

You can feel the way his pecs are squished against your back. He’s hunched over you, entire frame leaning down so he can nose against your hair. His muscles are bulging out of his shirt, making you press your thighs together.

It’s a weird mixture of fear and arousal that’s shooting through you. You know he’s a vampire, know he can kill you in an instant—and maybe he will drain you of all your blood—but he’s also so tall. His entire hand splayed out over your tummy now.

He chuckles when he notices the way you’re pressing your thighs together. His cold breath fanning over your skin, almost like a night breeze caressing your face. “You gonna let me in, sweets?”

You know you shouldn’t. Know you should try to get out of his cold, undead grip as fast as you can. The door is right there, one step and you’d be free of him. One big step, you’d just have to get out of his grasp. Sure he has bulging muscles and probably inhuman strength, but you can twist your way out of this, can’t you? Just do a little shimmy and free yourself.

The big hand that’s on your stomach can’t possibly keep you right there, pressed against him, can it? Nevermind the fact that he has such thick forearms and biceps and triceps even Greek Gods would be jealous of.

Turning a bit to the left, you try to see if you have any wiggle room, only for him to chuckle once more. His fingers dig into your flesh a bit harder now, indenting the skin where he touches you. Welp, there goes your plan, straight out the window.

“Promise not to kill me?” You don’t dare to look at him, afraid his eyes will put you under a spell yet again. You know you should’ve ran the first time he told you to, but you were too out of your mind to fully grasp the situation. “Mhmm, just want some of your blood.”

That seems… reasonable enough. You fumble with your keys slightly, still trembling in your grip, the keys and keychains clinking against each other. It’s the only sound in the entire street, everyone else already being in bed—which is no surprise, considering you left the club at… three or something like that.

When you finally slot your keys into the hole, you twist it open, pushing the door open to your dark hallway.

You’re about to set a foot into your house when the guy tugs you back against his chest. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Right, he’s a vampire and not just some random hookup you dragged home. A very handsome vampire, though. If you’re going out, at least it’s by a hottie. Oh fuck, he really can just kill you. I mean, he just said he wouldn’t, but he can lie about it. Then again, he could’ve killed you ten times over already.

“What’s your name?” That seems to catch him off-guard. Blinking a few times, those baby blues looking you over in wonder a few times, and you can’t help but melt into him a bit—only for you to stand up straight again when you feel how fucking cold he is.

“Satoru,” is all he mumbles out, fangs poking out slightly. He really is cute for a terrifying creature.

Nodding your head you nudge the door open even further, extending your hand into your house with a flourish. “Come in, Satoru.”

The next second you’re picked up before he all but throws you onto your couch, your body bouncing a bit before he’s on you. A yelp leaves your lips, heart pounding out of your ribs, fingers shaking slightly, breaths heavy.

Right, he is a vampire with inhuman speed and strength. Your pupils dilate a bit, hairs standing on edge when he grins down at you with those too-sharp canines. His eyes almost seem to glow in this moment, face shadowed completely.

You’re frozen in place, reality settling in like someone poured a cold cup of water over your head to sober you up.

You just invited a vampire into your house. To drink your blood. Way to fucking go.

“Ready, sweets?” He murmurs down at you, picking up your hand where it lies limp beside you on the couch, pulse hammering in your ears. He brings your fingers up to his mouth, before wrapping his lips around the bloodied appendages, tongue laving over the wounds there. You’d honestly forgotten you even had them—too busy running away from him to notice just how scratched up your clammy palms were.

His saliva stings your skin, making you pull away, only for him to hold your wrist in place. He licks a broad stripe from your palms up to your fingers, leaving behind a red trail—blood and saliva mixed together.

When you don’t answer he grins a bit wider, lips slightly red by your blood. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

With that he surges forward, one strong arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from squirming while the other quickly brushes away the hairs that are falling over your shoulder. His fangs puncture your skin just above your collarbone, and it feels like your nerves are on fire.

Your mouth opens in a scream, only to have it clamped shut by a big palm. Tears spring to your eyes, fat drops falling down the apples of your cheeks before they drip from your jawline onto the couch below.

You can feel the way your blood is leaving you. Satoru is sucking on the wound hard enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your skull—not in pleasure, but in pain. Pure agony running through your veins now.

From all the vampire lore, you whished the aphrodisiac bite was at least true. But instead of pleasure surging through you, it’s pain. Pure pain. You can feel the way your body jerks from the sensation, but Satoru just tightens his hold onto you, pushing you further into the couch.

The last thing you see before the dark takes ahold of you is the blue glow emitting from his eyes, casting the two of you in a soft, blue glare, making his pale hair stand out against the darkness of the room.

You wake up surrounded by softness. Blinking a few times you register just where you are—your own bed. Your pillow is soft and fluffy under your head, and your blanket is keeping you warm. Your head is absolutely pounding, a dull thud behind your eyes making you groan.

Just how much did you have to drink last night?

Thinking back on the night before, you can remember bits and pieces. You went out with your friend to celebrate… something, only for her to leave you alone at the club later that night.

Why did she leave you alone again?

Racking your brain, you try to fill in the gaps as good as you can. You remember drinking and dancing. Hips moving to the beat—well you tried to, but you probably were off-beat if you’re going to be honest—while your friend was laughing with you.

Then she leaned forward with a smile on her face and murmured something in your ear. What the fuck did she say that she had to leave?

You furrow your brows, closing your eyes once more. Right, right, it’s coming all back to you now. She told you she was dating Naoya out of all people. Even after you’d told her every minute detail about that scumbag, she still chose to be with him, destroying your trust in the process.

Fucking bitch. And then she just up and left you there to get home by yourself.

Okay, now you know why your head is pounding—having drank waayyy too much alcohol to at least have a good night by yourself. But how did you get home?

You pat around your bed to search for your phone, twisting your neck to look to your left side, only for a hiss to leave your lips when you feel just how much your neck hurts. Your hand shoots to the spot, only to find gauze under your fingertips.

Gauze? Why is there gauze on your neck out of all places.

You rub your head with your other hand, only to feel small scabs on your fingertips. Opening your eyes you look at your hand, only to see it being scabbed over at some places.

Right, you scratched your hand on the wall when running away from that cute vampire. …Wait, what??

Sitting up you look around your room, to hopefully see said vampire, but he’s nowhere to be found. A laugh bubbles up in your chest and leaves your lips. A vampire, how stupid is that. Your drunken mind probably made all of that up.

Seeing a weird silhouette in an alleyway sure is scary, so you just began to run back home. Yeah, yeah that must be it. Your drunken mind having conjured up a whole story about a guy that doesn’t exist. Vampires aren’t real; they’re just myths made up to scare children.

So why is there gauze on your collarbone?

Your head is pounding all the same, these silly questions surely can wait until after you had some water, or coffee.

Standing up you’re about to walk downstairs when you hear someone… humming? Your shoulders immediately tense up, feet planting themselves in their place. Why is there someone in your house?

Grabbing the nearest object—a vase with fake flowers, because nowadays it’s too much to ask guys to get you some flowers—you tiptoe down the stairs, careful to not make a sound. It’s one thing if there’s someone in your house, it’s another when they know you’re there.

On the last step you hear someone call out to you. “Oh, you’re awake. That’s good!”

You nearly drop the vase in shock, fingers slipping slightly, before you tighten your grip again. Your heart hammering out of your chest, goosebumps littering your skin, and before you can even do anything, a tall, white-haired man walks into view.

And suddenly everything from last night slams back into you. No, your mind hadn’t simply made up Satoru, it’s real. The gauze on your throat a bitter reminder that there are, in fact, vampires roaming the earth.

“What the fuck are you still doing in my house?” you ask him, setting the vase down onto your kitchen counter before walking up to him. You poke your finger against his arm, testing to see if he really is real, or if you might still be drunk. “You’re real, right?”

Gojo just chuckles at you, his fangs poking through his lips at your question. His fingers wrap themselves around your wrist—ice cold to the touch, making you tremble slightly from just how cold they are—stopping you from poking him any further.

“Duh, you can’t make up a face this pretty.” He gestures to his face with a small pout on his face. Okay, conceited much. You scrunch your nose up at that, looking him dead in the eye—the same eyes that glowed last night while he was feasting on you - is that the correct term? You’re not sure, but you don’t really care, either.

“As for your question, I stayed because I might’ve drained you a bit too much. The alcohol in your system made your blood thinner, so I had a harder time gauging just how much I drank. So I stayed to be certain you wouldn’t pass awa— anyway. Alcohol makes your blood taste bitter, by the way, Certainly didn’t help you weren’t as afraid as I wanted you to be,” he mumbles that last part under his breath.

“Not as afraid as you wanted me to be? I thought my heart was gonna crawl out of my mouth— can you let go of me? You’re cold as fuck,” you try to tug your wrist out of his grasp, only for him to tighten it just slightly, slender fingers enclosing around your wrist.

Grinning he leans down slightly, back hunched just slightly as he looks you in the eye. “Why? You didn’t seem to mind me touching you last night.”

You inhale sharply, the memory of him pressed against your back flooding your mind. His strong chest pressed against your back while his hand was splayed out over your tummy making you all hot and bothered— no, you can’t think like this, fucking stop it.

“Yeah, well, that was just me being drunk,” you mumble out.

He takes a step forward, and another, while you walk backwards, until your back hits the wall. The wall scratching your back slightly, straightening your spine. His hand plants itself next to your head, leaning forward until his nose is almost brushing yours. “You sure that’s all it was? I’m hurt, sweets. You’re saying you don’t find me cute anymore?”

Gulping you press your thighs together, your panties damp under your sleeping shorts, core hot and achy. There’s no denying he’s hot—not quite cute as you called him last night—but should you really do this? He’s a vampire, hot, sure, but still a bloodsucking creature. His grin widens when his eyes flick down to your thighs.

You know you shouldn’t do this. It’s irresponsible, downright stupid, but you can’t deny to yourself that he’s making you horny by just existing.

And suddenly a thought enters your mind, like someone whispered in your ear. Your friend—now ex-friend—is dating your ex. It makes your stomach flip a few times, trying to make sense of the situation you’re in right now.

Fuck it.

Your hands find his pecs that are flexed with the way he’s standing, fabric doing little to hide them. Your finger trails down to his abdomen where you can feel the clearly built muscles. You bat your lashes at him, tilting your head just slightly. “And what if I said I thought you were hot?”

“Then I’d ask to have another taste— a different taste this time,” he murmurs down at you. That’s all you needed, fisting the fabric of his shirt and pulling him down to meet you. Lips crashing against each other in a messy battle of teeth and tongue.

He groans into your mouth, carefully nipping at your lower lip, puncturing it slightly. He sucks on the little droplets of blood before he claims your mouth once more. Copper filling your taste buds, making you moan out slightly.

Then he suddenly picks you up, hands under your thighs while yours find purchase at his broad shoulders, clutching onto them, nails digging into his skin just slightly. He chuckles against your mouth, “I’m not going to drop you.”

And true to his word, he doesn’t drop you, but he does bring you upstairs at speeds you’ve never dreamed of having. He carefully lays you down onto the bed, matrass groaning under both your weight just slightly.

His lips disconnect from yours, and he has to keep himself from groaning out at the sight of your bloodied, kiss-bitten lips. All swollen for him. Gojo peppers featherlight kisses down your throat, until they find the gauze just above your collarbone.

Yelping you look down at him. He’s grinning up at you, blue eyes crinkling slightly while he carefully places another kiss onto the gauze. “That hurts, dickhead.”

“Hmmm, just showing my little blood bag some appreciation,” he purrs before his lips trail further down, all the way until he’s seated onto the floor, cold breath ghosting on your thighs, leaving behind slight goosebumps. “I’m not your personal blood bag.”

He just winks up at you before pressing a kiss to the fat of your thigh. Then one a little higher, another one to the apex of your thigh, and one on your hipbone. You’re squirming out at the feeling of his lips—cold to the touch, but oh so careful.

His fingers hook around your pajama shorts, looking up at you for permission. When you nod he pulls them off you, leaving you in your panties. His pupils dilate when they see the wet spot, “You’re soaked. All this for me?”

Rolling your eyes you look down at him, leaning on your elbows. “How about you touch me instead of being such a conc— oh fuck,” your head lolls back onto your shoulderblades, eyes fluttering shut slightly. His thumb presses onto your clit.

“What was that, sweetheart?” he chuckles when you moan out at the pressure he applies through your panties, thumb circling your twitchy clit. “That’s what I thought.”

He leans down to lick a broad stripe over your panties, moaning out at the taste of you—so sweet, and oh, how he wishes you weren’t drunk last night so he could’ve had a taste of this pussy earlier—lips wrapping around your nub and sucking on it slightly.

“Shit. Fuck— Satoru, right there,” your hand finds his head, fingers threading through his silky locks, pulling on them slightly when he sucks even harder, cheeks hollowing out. Pleasure shoots right through your core, thighs threatening to snap shut. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired man under you, big palms clasping your thighs and keeping them spread riiight open for him. “Just get those panties out of the way already!”

He releases his lips with a pop, making you sigh out. Grinning up at you, one of his fingers comes up to your swollen folds, rubbing them slightly—still with that damn fabric in the way.

“Someone’s eager. You want me to get rid of these cute panties?” He tilts his head slightly before his fingers creep further upwards,, until they hook into them, making you think he’s finally going to get them off you. Instead he pulls the fabric upward, stretching it over your poor twitchy cunt, “But they look so good on you— yeahhh look at that.”

His eyes are zeroed in on where the fabric disappears between your pussy lips slightly, stretching the fabric even further until you’re pushing at his head, whining out.

“Please, please just get them off,” you whine out, tears gathering in your eyes from the way he’s just playing with you, taking his sweet time while your hole is pulsing around nothing. He chuckles once more before letting the fabric snap! against your skin, having you gasp out.

“Guess I should give this pretty pussy what she deserves, huh?” He gives a few taps to your clit, thighs twitching with each pass of his fingers, before he finally hooks a finger around the gusset and pulls it aside, revealing your cunt to the open air.

Without any preamble he dives in, tongue flat against your twitchy clit. Your back immediately arches with the swipe of his tongue—this time without any fabric between the muscle and your aching clit.

One of his slender, cold fingers plunges itself into your soppy hole. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging on it slightly, moaning out at the intrusion. “Fuck— right there.”

He thrusts his finger in and out of you before adding another one. The cold touch such a stark contrast to your hot, needy core it has you keen out. Your legs are trembling in his hold, one of them still spread open by his other hand, while your own creeps down to hold your other leg open for him.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbles out against your core, pleasure shooting through you. He curls those long digits inside of you, trying to find that one spot inside of you while he very lightly nips on your clit, your walls clamping down on his digits. His fingers keep thrusting and curling inside of you, finding finding findi— you loudly moan into the air, head thrown back. Found it.

“F-fuck, Satoru, keep them there ‘m so close,” you sob out, thighs tensing up slightly while he continuously hits your g-spot with perfect precision. Your orgasm crashes over you, tiny fireworks exploding in your tummy. “Cumming— cumming.”

He stays down there, lapping up the slick that’s gushing out of you. Cold tongue dipping into your hole alongside his fingers, opening you up even further for him.

You go limp in his hold a minute later, and he finally detaches himself from your mound—lips shiny with spit and your arousal. Then he pulls his fingers from your hole, stringy juices webbing between his fingers when he spreads them, looking at them in wonder, before putting them in his mouth and moaning out at the sweet, sweet taste that’s you.

“Think you’re ready for me, baby?” He stands up already unbuckling his belt, and you have to swallow once you see his bulge. Fuck. He’s ginormous. You shouldn’t be surprised, this guy is seven-feet tall, everything about him is enormous compared to you, but still you can’t help the way your eyes are almost bulging out of your skull.

He pulls out his cock—angry, red tip swollen and glistening with pre—and wraps his fist around it, giving it a few tugs.

“That’s not gonna fit inside of me,” you blurt out, eyes transfixed on where his hand is still wrapped around his dick. He smirks at that, of course he does. He’s probably heard it a million times before, but of course you had to say it.

He leans forward, tip nudging your clit, coating himself in your arousal. “Relax, it’s gonna fit.”

Gulping you lay back slightly, opening your legs even further to accommodate him. He smiles at that, one hand clamping around your waist while the other guides his member towards your entrance. Taking a deep breath in, he pushes inside your fluttering walls.

A high-pitched moan leaves your lips, sweat breaking on your skin. The stretch is unbelievable—your walls fluttering uselessly around him, and this was just the tip. He hisses at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him—yes, actually hisses, fangs on full display. “Fuck, loosen up baby.”

His fingers come down to your sensitive clit, rubbing on it to keep you distracted from the intrusion—not that it helps. He pushes another inch inside of you, and tears are starting to spill down from your eyes, disappearing into your hairline.

Gojo looks at you, blue eyes almost completely black now. He can feel the way his dick twitches when he sees your tears. Leaning forward he balances on one forearm, tongue lapping up your tears, groaning at the salty taste of your tears.

“You’re too big,” you squeal, hand uselessly pushing against his abdomen. He merely presses a kiss to your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth, and finally his lips claim yours, tongue tracing the seam of your sealed lips.

He stays still like that for a little while, letting you get used to the way he’s stretching you out. When he feels you loosen up slightly he pulls his hips back until just his tip remains and pushes back in again, a bit further this time.

You moan out into his mouth, legs wrapping themselves around his waist, and your hands entangle themselves in his hair. “That’s it, knew you could do it.”

With a few more thrusts he finally bottoms out, his hips meeting yours. Tears are flowing free down your face and he has to resist the urge to just bite you with how cute you looked. Fuck, what he wouldn’t do to get a taste of you again—your blood surely much sweeter now.

He looks down, only to grin. Would you look at that. “Look down, sweetheart. See how well you’re taking me?” he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger and angles your head down. Blinking a few times you look down and—oh! The print of his cock fully visible, bulging your tummy where he’s buried.

“You’re so deep,” you mumble out, slight awe in your voice, only for a broken moan to leave your lips seconds later. Gojo pulls out and thrusts back in, tip smooching your cervix. Again. And again. And again.

A creamy ring starting to circle around his base, balls slapping against your ass with each harsh thrust. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks. You’re sobbing out into his neck, vision blurring slightly.

“Mhmm, I know.” He presses down onto your stomach where he can feel his own cock through your womb, and it has you keen out even more. Moans and groans and the lewd plap plap plap! of his hips fill the room.

Your legs begin to tremble, cock plummeting in and out of your soppy hole, the squelch it makes has your face heat up, a pretty blush forming on your face as you feel yourself near your second orgasm. After a few more thrusts, you come around him, clear liquid gushing out of you, spraying onto his abdomen, thighs and the sheets below you. Your vision whites out completely while your back arches, mouth forming an ‘o’ that you can’t seem to close.

Satoru hisses when he feels your walls clamp down onto his girth, speeding up his thrusts slightly. “Fuck, lemme cum inside, please.”

Your mind doesn’t register his request at first, too busy trembling around him. It’s only when he starts whining that you take note of his request. “Yes, yes ‘toru. ‘S okay.”

“Shit- need you to say it. Say it out loud for me, pretty,” he pleads with you, his own thighs tensing up slightly. “Y-you can cum inside, S’toru.”

That’s all it takes. He thrusts once more before stilling, his fat tip snug against your cervix while he spills inside of you. Ropes of cum keep coming, emptying his balls inside your greedy cunt completely. His forehead dropping down to yours.

The two of you lay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath—well, it’s just you who has to catch their breath, but Satoru stays there for you—and calm down slightly.

“Soooo, you need permission to cum inside too, huh?” you giggle at the seven-foot vampire. He just groans, eyes fluttering shut. “Shut up.”

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GIRLS EAT IT BEST ˚ ꩜ ｡⋆.

headcanons on how the attack on titan women eat pussy ╱ mdni, fingering, oral sex, spitting, squirting, mentions of pee, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slaps, facefucking ˚.✦

MIKASA ACKERMAN

She's so calm about it, she approaches your pussy with soft kisses and vibrations low on her throat, knowing exactly how to tease you

She listens to you, the sounds you make, the little whines and how your breath changes depending on where she touches you

It takes her a good ten minutes before she actually eats you out, before that she's kissing your thighs, marking them good and making you as wet as possible for her.

Then she laughs when her fingers slip easily.

When she gets serious, she can be rough, scissoring hard and fast with one hand and abusing your clit with her tongue, not caring about you trying to squirm away because her free hand is enough to keep you in place.

She also loves overstimulating you, going orgasm after orgasm, barely letting you breath. She's obsessed with how boneless and easy to handle you become after the third orgasm, letting her do whatever she wants to you.

She might give you a few pussy slaps after cumming as a reward or as way of keeping you awake.

HANGE ZOE

She loves to experiment with your pussy (duh)

The first time you slept together she denied your orgasm five times just to take notes and the second time she made you cum five time for the same reason.

She loves playing with your clit, using it as a fidget toy, pinching it and twisting it between her fingers.

When it comes to eat, she loves to fuck you with her tongue. She has an awkwardly long tongue that lets her thrust into you very nicely, letting her feel the warmth inside of you

At the same time, her fingers never leave your clit, she likes to try different things with it. There was one time she tried to flick it with her fingers and you had to stop because it fucking hurt.

That's the problem with her, sometimes she doesn't know the things she does can hurt. But when it comes to you, she tries to make sure you're always safe and taken care of.

She loves you messy and even dirty. She insists on eating you out every time you're sweaty or when you confess her that you haven't showered in two days.

SASHA BRAUS

She loves a good full bush, loves to twirl your hairs in her fingers and have to push them aside to find your clit. She loves the tickling in her nose and the scent of your arousal clinging to them.

But when she finds you clit? She's gone. The moment her tongue tastes you, it's very hard to get rid of Sasha

She doesn't eat you for your pleasure, but for hers. Your taste is like cocaine for her, she can't get enough of it.

She's so eager, so so eager. She licks more than sucks, lapping on your juices, slurping and even gagging?? because nothing is enough.

Her aim is to make you squirt and drink it all, she doesn't care what it is or what it's not, she just know that it came from you and that she fucking loves it.

You find her begging for a little treat before missions, for a snack while camping... all codes for pussy.

PIECK FINGER

She's a lazy pussy eater, prefers that you sit on her face and ride it how you like it, using her for your own pleasure. That's what gets her off, you using her like you want.

She grabs you by your thighs, not letting you feel shy about your weight or if you might crash her. She just wants you on her face, coating it of your juices while you ride her nose.

She also pulls her tongue out to add more pleasure to you.

When you think she's not enjoying it for the lack of noise and the lack of movement, you try to get up, only to find her pulling you down again and not letting you get up until you have cum at least twice.

She also aims for squirting so she can feel herself being flooded by you.

ANNIE LEONHART

Oh she's rough and she's nasty. More into fingering and eating, though.

She has the goal of fisting you at some point of her life, right now she only got to four fingers inside of your pussy after a lot of prep and teasing.

She loves you soaked, dripping into her sheets and making a mess. She doesn't care if it's cum, squirt or pee, she wants you to feel wet as fuck.

Her favorite position to have you is on her lap, back facing her and at the same time you two facing a mirror so you can see how she tortures your clit and finger-fucks you fast and rough.

She wants you to be loud, bouncing on her fingers and she thrusts them deeper, curling them just right.

She's also into spitting on your pussy hard against your clit, sending you shivers down your core.

Every time she spreads your legs, you know you're in for a ride.

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CASANOVA — N. KENTO

cont: nsfw, 70’s porn director nanami x wannabe pornstar (kinda) reader, unprotected piv, f!receiving oral, 18+ mdni!!!

Somebody's been staring at you all night.

You are a flash of lightning on your skates, not lingering long enough for anyone to get a real good look at you, here and there in the same second. And yet, his gaze hold firm, boring into you from behind, a weight settled on your shoulders that you can feel without looking back.

He sits with your boss at the table, the both of them surrounded by young stars the man in blue made—your boss being one of them. Shiu had blessed you with that unfortunate information long ago. Said he'd get the big director up to the club one day, and then that one day turned into now.

You feel guilty for knowing who that man is—and he was not any normal director. That's for sure.

Mr. Nanami is the biggest name in the porn industry.

A breakthrough director, his films earning unimaginable riches, shooting random nobodies to the top of the mountain along with him. He doesn't act himself, only allowing images of him in behind the scenes interviews in the back of Hustler. He proved to the critics that sex sells, and it sells well.

A familiar whistle catches your attention, causing you to whip around, Shiu already telling you to come here before you can register what he's saying. You look between your boss and the man to his left, and a churning begins in your stomach at the sight. Your skates seem to move on their own, leading you right to the men, long strides that seem to slow time.

"Hey, sugar," Shiu greets as you skate up, turning his attention to the man next to him, "this is who I was talking about. Stunner, isn't she?"

And Mr. Nanami agrees. He nods along, agrees that you're a stunner.

Shiu starts again, "This is my old boss, he goes by a diff—"

"I know," You cut him off, sticking your hand out and offering your name. Mr. Nanami takes your palm in his delicately, presenting you with a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Pleasure to meet you," Mr. Nanami purrs, eyes intensely locking with yours.

And, oh, is it a pleasure to meet him.

Nanami knows Shiu would murder him if he found out about this. He's been celibate for years, so long he'd lost count. Yet, here he is, throwing it all down the drain for a waitress at his friend's club. In the broom closet.

However, he doesn't feel bad at all. The real deal always feels better than the films.

"Fuck, yeah," You moan into Mr. Nanami's ear, nails scratching his chest. Your back arches as you throw your ass back against him, enthusiastically out-performing the man who knows how to perform.

Your right leg is propped on a stack of boxes, hands holding yourself upright against a shelf. The bottles of cleaning products and extra supplies move with the harsh thrusts of Nanami's hips, forcing sounds out of you that you didn't know were in there. One hand of his wraps around your jaw, the other snaking under your thigh and right to your clit.

"You wanna work for me?" He asks, punctuating his question with a particularly rough thrust, almost knocking your chin against the shelf. "My main girl? My star?"

"Uh-huh!" You encourage him, craning your neck back to get even a glimpse of the sultry man who's destroying you. He looks better than every scenario you'd made up in your mind.

Textured hands grab around your waist, his cock quickly leaving your cunt as he flips you around and presses your back against the shelf. The corners dig into your shoulder blades, but that pain is ignored the moment Mr. Nanami's lips wrap around your clit.

You thread your fingers through his hair, a thigh hooks over his shoulder, giving all the control to yourself, pulling him in closer.

"Don't stop, don't you dare—fucking—," You curse, filthy words flying from your throat at the feeling.

His tongue dips down, and he licks up, abusing the sensitive bud as if it's muscle memory. You can feel your thighs beginning to quiver, struggling to hold yourself up, even with the support of Nanami's strong arms.

And, for the first time in your short twenty-something years of life, you can feel an orgasm building—an orgasm being given by somebody else. A man. A bonafide, hairy-chested, gold-chain-wearing man. The fact of who the man is almost makes you cum on the spot.

With your relentless moaning and whining, Nanami knows how close you are. He can feel it, sense it. He already knows the ins and outs of your body and it's not even midnight. Your cunt clenches around nothing, slick practically dripping from his chin as he continues to punish your clit.

"Mis—ter—I'm so—gonna," You try and warn him, words coming out sloppy, fingers almost ripping the blonde hair from his scalp. Your orgasm crashes over you easily, heavy, sending chills from your curled toes all the way up your spine.

Mr. Nanami works you through it like a seasoned pro, soothing hands rubbing your hips as you come down. He looks up at you, pulling his face from your soaked cunt, a string of arousal still connecting the two of you. He's almost too good-looking down there for your liking, barely touched by the heated moment you just had, only suffering from a few hairs out of place and unbuttoned slacks.

"Roller girl," He mumbles, shrugging your thigh off his shoulder and standing up. He taps your ankles, holding your panties for you to step into, truly a gentleman.

"Huh?" You shakily sound out, quivering legs stepping into your undergarments. Shaky hands balance on his thick shoulders, crumpling the expensive fabric.

"Your screen name," Mr. Nanami states, pulling the lace up your legs, snugly securing it around your hips, "My roller girl."

@venusins

[merakidoll]

fem!toji loved her an older women. they were so mature, eager to please and open to new things - like women. she loved how they always underestimate her, thinking nothing she did could possibly be better than penetration, and yet she always proves them wrong. having the older women crawling and begging for more. while she loved the attention she only truly craved one person, you. her best friends mother. fem!toji could imagine all the things she would do to you as she watched you switch around the room ass bouncing as you giggled. you were so sweet, kind; too kind. and she craved to see you whimpering for her, having your thick thighs squeezed around her head, hands pushing her face deeper in your cunt as she slurped for more jucies - just as she did now.

guilt pored from you as you came on your daughter’s best friend’s face. fem!toji looked up at you with her low eyes, long eyelashes fluttering. she swirled her tongue around your chubby clit, that pulsed in her mouth when she began to suck on it. “o-oh god waitttt” you tried pushing her face away, then pushing her deeper into you. fem!toji’s hips moved against your bed, her cunt wet and hot. thighs squeezed together trying to stop the pulse that came from her own pussy. with a glistening face, she moved and hovered over your chubby quivering body.

her clothes were off quick, her smooth soft hands softly parting your legs to welcome herself again. you both let out a sigh when your clits touched. fem!toji, was amazing and calculated with her movement. your toes in her mouth while her hips rocked against yours. your vision became blurred with stars and her face, your teeth dug into your bottom lip. “you like that baby?” she spoke softly, voice deep and scratchy sounding. her hand that held your foot softly massaged your skin, then put your pink colored toes back in her mouth. “g-god yesss” the combination of your juices dripped between your ass cheeks, but you enjoyed it.

fem!toji, began moving her hips more, her sucking on your toes got rougher, and the bumps of your clits because more frequently. as your peak came, stomach dropping and pussy squirting you realized the younger women spelled her name on your pussy. yet, she continued to do so letting your squirt make it easier.

letting your foot go, fem!toji, through her head back, her long black hair sticking to her back while her bags looked glued to her forehead. her large breast bounced, moans coming from her pink heart shaped lips. “that’s it! fuckkk that’s it” you wanted to scream, everything felt so good, your cunt so sensitive from cumming so much. your breath were heavy and deep, your legs shaking, even your hands couldn’t properly squeeze her nipples. but fem!toji didn’t need that. she just need to cum on your cunt, smear her cream and make a mess on your fat brown pussy and she would be satisfied. leaning down she kissed you, she let her spit go into your mouth, the taste of you still lingering. and as she kissed you she came, her pussy hole opening and closing with thick cream, making the mess - just as she intended.

[eraserbread]

begging nanami to slap you <3

"please." you plead, hips circling gently, left eye twitching as his cock hits so deep that it makes you see and feel stars. it hurts so good — your body not used to sitting its full weight over nanami's length. he's pressing against your cervix, making it nearly impossible to gain the strength to actually ride him like you know you can.

still, that's not why you're begging. you don't care if he shows you mercy, but you just know that you need more. "hit me. slap me, please."

"what?" his voice is shot — deep and heavy in his throat as he licks over his lips in passing. his red-bloomed chest rises and falls with a vengeance, pink nipples shaded a deeper hue of red as your manicured claws dig and grasp at his hard pecs.

"mmm— i need it."

"no, you don't, and you sound crazy."

"noooooo," you let your head hang heavy between your shoulders, hair everywhere, and falling into your blurry gaze. his thick, strong hands are tight on your hips, digging bruising wells into the gathered flesh. it's as far as he'll go — the most pressure he's willing to give you. "just once. on the cheek."

"i would never," he bites like it's his final prayer, aiding you with a buck of his hips. his fingers dip deeper as they bear your weight, giving him just enough space to make you really feel it.

"please! b-but i'm begging,"

"absolutely not."

"it's the only way i can c—

"no, it's not. i'm not a fool,"

you finally break, tears slipping down your cheeks as he fucks into you with shallow thrusts. the room is hazed over in lust and sweat, but you're so close to your peak, yet so far. he can go on and on like this — never losing stamina, waiting until you come undone before he even has the nerve to think about his own release.

only, something is different this time. your touch is strong and sure of itself, eyes screwed shut as you try to hold back. you can't for much longer, and he can see as much.

with one final, broken plea, you turn fists in his skin, bearing your teeth as you seethe down at him. "fucking hit me."

"is this what you want?" finally, he's giving in — his eyes crazed and bloodshot as his thrusts grow mean, almost like he's punishing you with his animalistic need. the sound of skin slapping skin is deadly and heated, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling before making its way back to you. every breath is measured and shaking, every gaze on fire as your wet cunt closes in on him, shuddering dangerously, squeezing around him like you never want him to leave.

"giveittome," it's all one word — jumbled and messy, sticking to your lips like dripping honey. it's a stare-off, one that you two would never speak of again, yet dream of every single night. "what? are you not man enough?"

he doesn't speak — not that it would give you a further clue to his state of mind. nanami never lets himself get too worked up when you poke his nerve, but something about this sensation... you're squeezing down on his cock, naked skin a sea of wonder as your breasts rise and fall in heated breaths.

he reaches up from his hold on your waist, veiny hand snaking around your neck where he presses just slightly. "I think you know the answer to that," he bites, heart racing as he slaps an open palm across your cheek, sending your head to the side against the surprisingly heavy force.

the pain is searing and its immediate, making your cunt flutter something mean against him — clamping down so hard that he can't move without drawing a painful breath.

"yeah? mhm, like that?" he grunts, shoving two fingers in your cheek to yank your head back to where he can see your dripping, wrecked gaze. with a pop, they withdraw, and dripping with your own spit, he slaps you again, across the same tingling cheek, biting his lip when your back arches and vision whites out.

he watches you cum like that, harder than you ever have before, and wonders.... why didn't he do this sooner?

[madamechrissy]

making your fiance Satoru jealous on purpose

18+ bdsm, smut, daddy kink, not proofread

You love to make your fiance Satoru Gojo angry and jealous, you love the little scowls he gives - and the punishment when you get home, the subtle threats against your ear and that you've just been a 'slutty little brat, you just don't listen, hmm?'

He knew you were trying to make him jealous tonight, but you couldn't help yourself, not when you knew he's bend you right down over his bed, knew he'd sigh all frustrated as he bound your wrists together and tied that knot. Clamps on your nipples, making them ache, they're already sensitive since you're ovulating but he loves to watch them bruise.

The sound of the metal clicking as he takes his belt off, and the little whoosh of air when he tugs it out of his dress pants has you aching when he chuckles just a bit, pressing those clamps even tighter.

"You tell me sweetheart," he murmurs, slipping his fingertips to tug your slutty little dress over the curve of your ass, gliding your panties right down your thighs as they press together, letting them land on your ankles. "How many hits do you think? I'll let you choose."

"Um..." you bite down on your lip, sucking in a breath, Satoru presses your head further into the mattress, tugging your hips up. "F-five?"

"Five what?"

"Five, sir? Please."

Smack.

“Arch that ass back more," Satoru's words have you doing just that, your ass arched up with your wrists bound behind your back, pretty pink ribbons - just how Satoru liked you. "You can arch it higher, can't you sweetheart?"

You whine out, doing just that - slick dripping wet down your puffy lips, making them glisten as your ass arches up like some perfect heart over the edge of his bed. “Mnh, there?"

"Just like that," Satoru takes his belt - the one you asked him to whip you with earlier that night, toying with the buckle as you made sure to drive him insane. His cock is throbbing at the sight of the raised welp on your left cheek, sighing at the sight. "

Your fingers go numb in the tight hold, preparing for the next smack right on the other cheek, the sound of leather on skin echoing in your room. You're soaking wet now, crying out and arching more.

"What do we say when we're getting these, hmm?" He leans over you now, tilting your chin up and moaning at the sight of your pretty, tear streaked cheeks. "Look at your pretty little face like this, fuck... answer me, be a good girl for once."

"Thank you, Sir," you whisper, he kisses you and teases you with his fingertips, just to tug back and smack your ass again, just barely dipping a fingertip in your slick walls just teasing, before smacking your cunt. "Ah! Satoru..."

"You didn't say it right, tsk," he smacks your cunt again, his other hand tugging at your bound wrists, pulling your body into a meaner arch.

You know what he wants to be called but you love his punishment a little too much. “Was sir not right?”

Satoru smirks at your innocent, cute little voice. “No, baby, it wasn’t right, and you know that, hmm?"

"Me? N-no," he studies you and just how fucking pretty those welps look blooming on your skin, tugging his pants down to spit on his cock and stroke himself.

"You don't want my cock tonight, hmm?" He smacks you with the belt again, you're throbbing around nothing, cunt just spasming and so fucking empty.

“How should you address me, baby?” You bite your lip rather than answer, earning a smack on your lower cheek, right above your thigh. "You didn't answer me, do I need to remind you?"

"Mmm, n-no," you're damn near giggling into the pillow even with the pain pricking your skin, the ache in your core, Satoru leans back over you and kneels, pulling your cunt wide open and spitting in your hole. You let out a ragged little gasp, trembling when he tightens those clamps down. "D-daddy..."

"Aw, I didn't hear you," Satoru smacks you again across the puffy lips of your cunt with that leather - eliciting a slutty little moan from your throat. He knows you love to make him angry, and be the little brat you are - but he loves to see you littered with hand prints and bruises. "Say it again, hmm?"

"Daddy, mnh, I think I deserve... five more?"

"Can you take five?" You nod, looking back over your shoulder, wrists shifting in that tight hold with pretty tears in your eyes, making him even harder. "If you don't make noise I'll make you cum. Can you?"

"Mhm, I can," he moans and kisses you all messy, the salt of your tears dripping onto your lips. "Please, daddy, more?"

You're so fucking adorable like this, with your trembling lips and those lashes spiking with your tears, he smacks you harder, watching you hold in your cry, and your cunt making a mess. "Count for me."

"Four more," he smacks you again right over your cunt with that belt, but you suck in a breath. "Three." smack. You bite down on your lip, taking another. "Two."

Satoru smacks you one more time, then his final lash across the back of your thighs, looking at those raised up lines as you're trembling, he puts it down then and comes over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist when you nearly collapse. "I'm so fucking proud of you, such a good girl."

"Imma good girl?" You ask weakly, he moans, knowing how much you love to drive him crazy.

"Are you gonna say sorry for flirting with Suguru, you brat?" you giggle and bite your lower lip. "You know you're making him jerk it tonight, huh? Should I send a picture just like this?"

"N-no!?"

He chuckles then, sinking down to his knees, fingertips slipping across all those marks and bruises. "I'd never show anyone this pretty ass anyway," he whispers, kissing where those raised up marks are, breath ghosting your cunt. "Hah you're making such a fucking mess, you know how expensive this rug is, baby?"

"S-sorry daddy," you whine out weakly, not sorry at all.

"I'll clean you all up, you did so good f'me," Satoru's tongue laps your slick right up, slurping it with a filthy noise and gulping it right down his throat, hands pressing right on those bruises where he'd laid his belt, making you shiver with the pain and pleasure. "Fuck, you love making me mad, don't you?"

"No daddy," he chuckles now, slurping up your slit, tongue diving in your hole over and over, curving right up inside, leaning up and turning your chin, your tits still aching from the clamps, spitting your juices right in your mouth.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart, not if you wanna cum," you take a shaky breath, feeling his tip gliding through your syrupy mess, squishing in the room and mixing with your weak little whines. "Do you like to make me mad, hmm?"

"Yes," you kiss him and arch, he leans back and shoves his cock fully inside, bottoming right out against your puffy cervix, his hips slapping your bruised ass and making you hiss in pain. "Nghh! Toru..."

"You like me beating your pretty ass, hmm? Making me lose it?" He uses your wrists to tug and bend, slamming his cock inside you faster, tip just draggin' on that spot in your quivering walls. Every fuck into your needy cunt is louder as you start just gushing, making him slide even easier inside. "F-fuck... grippin' me like that, huh baby? Feel s'tight... God..."

You're already trying to milk him, he pushes in and rolls his hips, pelvis snapping sharply as his cock stretches you out. "Toru please... ah!" Smack, that burns your skin. "Daddy please."

"I'll give you anything baby," he shoves in and pins you there, letting you cum and squirt all down his cock, his heavy balls smacking your clit, sucking in a breath when you grip him. "That's it sweetheart, milk me just like that... gonna breed this pretty cunt, huh?"

"Please, ah!" Satoru fucks you right through it, your wrists numb, arms stretched, nipples aching. Your ass is stinging with every smack as he ruins you - and when he's fucking his cum back inside you, he can't help but glare. "What, daddy?"

"You love to stress me the fuck out," you're giggling when he eases your wrists and your ties, kissing every inch of you. "Fucking brat."

ཐི♡ཋྀ

this is based on my Fractured Gojo - ty to my @uhnosav and @strychnynegirl for helping me with the idea and layout hehe <333

[enjinsdoll]

꒰ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ when enjin sees your fat pussy jiggle he has to breed it. — cw ; multiple rounds, dirty talk, breeding kink

enjin couldn’t keep his hands off you. it didn’t matter how many times he’d fucked you that week or that day. the second you walked past him in those little shorts — ass soft and bouncing, thick thighs rubbing together like they were begging for attention — he was already hard.

“where you think you’re goin’, baby?” he drawled from the couch, hand palming his growing bulge. “wearing that around me like it ain’t a threat.”

you giggled, tossing him a look over your shoulder. “just getting some water.”

he was behind you in seconds. big tattooed hands engulfing your hips. his cock already stiff and pressed against your ass as he buried his face in your neck.

“enjin.”

“don’t start with me,” he growled roughly. “you walk around with that fat pussy jiggling, and you expect me not to wreck it?”

you were dripping before he even bent you over the counter, because you knew what came next. he loved how soft you were. loved your belly, your thick thighs, your plush little pussy that swallowed his cock like it was made for him. always soaking, always warm, always clenching like it didn’t wanna let him go.

and enjin? he never wanted to leave. not when you sounded like that. whimpering and gasping as he sank into you, fat cunt stretching around his girth with obscene, wet squelches.

“fuck,” he grunted, bottoming out with a groan. “you feel that, baby? how your pussy just pulls me in?”

your voice was already shaking. “e-enjin, slow down.”

“why?” he snarled, fucking into you harder. “when this greedy fuckin’ hole keeps takin’ me so good?”

he watched your ass jiggle with every thrust, watched his cock disappear into your soaked heat, watched creamy slick coat the insides of your thighs and it broke him. he grabbed your waist, dragging you back onto him rougher, deeper. “gonna fill you up, baby. stretch that fat little pussy until it leaks for me.”

you moaned wantonly loud. because you loved it when he talked like that, filthy and desperate and ruined just from the way your body felt around his cock.

“wanna knock you up every time i see you,” he gritted, rutting into you with brutal need. “that what you want? you want me to breed this pussy, huh?” you were shaking and gasping now. “say it.”

“y-yes enjin. want your cum. want it in me.” you sobbed.

he snapped. with a guttural moan and a final, punishing thrust he buried himself to the hilt. his cock twitched once, twice, before he blew a thick, hot load into you. rope after rope of cum flooding your insides until it was spilling out around his cock, dripping onto the floor. he didn’t pull out yet as his wide palms cupped your ass. his fingers slid down to catch the mess.

“don’t move, baby. not done yet. gotta fuck it back in.” enjin hummed against your ear as he rolled his hips slowly, forcing his cock deeper into your oversensitive, stuffed pussy. “can’t waste a fuckin’ drop. you think i’m playin’, sweetheart?”

you let out a broken gasp, hands trembling against the countertop. “enjin, t-too much—”

he grabbed your hips and pulled you back, rough and greedy, his cock still nestled inside you to the hilt. you could feel your mixed arousal oozing out around him with every subtle motion. his cum, still thick and hot, dripping down your thighs.

“too much?” he repeated. “you gave me this fat little pussy and told me it was mine, didn’t you?”

he fucked into you with a sharp thrust once, hard enough to make you cry out and jolt forward.

“that’s what happens, baby. i warned you i was greedy,” he groaned, teeth grazing your skin. “now take it like the filthy little thing you are.”

your whole body trembled. he was leaking inside you, still so full, so hard and so desperate. every slow, punishing thrust made your overstimulated cunt squeeze down like it didn’t know the difference between pain and pleasure anymore. but enjin knew exactly what your body was saying, because it was soaked and twitching. dripping with his cum and still spreading for him like you couldn’t get enough.

“your mouth’s a fuckin’ liar,” he rasped, pulling back just to slam into you again. “but your cunt? your cunt’s begging for me.”

you moaned loudly, helplessly, as he wrapped one hand around your throat and pulled you upright. your back hit his, slick with sweat, chest and his other hand drifted down your belly.

“look at this soft little stomach,” he murmured, nuzzling into your hair. “you know how many times i’ve imagined it round with my kid?”

your breath caught. he rubbed slow circles across your lower belly. his hips still rocked against you with deep, possessive thrust - each one ached with need, and heat.

“stuffed you full already,” he groaned. “but i wanna see it take. wanna watch this pussy get fat with my load and keep it.”

you whimpered completely wrecked and enjin snapped. twirling you around he grabbed you under the thighs and lifts you like you weighed nothing. he lowered you down on the couch and opened your thighs wide. legs shaking he showed no mercy as his slick cock pressed right back into your dripping hole. you weren’t even sure if he’d ever left.

he looked downright wild as his gold eyes met yours. wild, deranged, but also so worshipful as his hand slid over your soft body.

“look at you,” he murmured softly. “messy, swollen, so pretty like this.”

you whimpered again, back arching as he rolled his hips. “enjin.”

he slid a hand down your thigh, gripping your flesh tight. “one more, baby. i’ll make it deep. i’ll mark you up good.” and when he slowly sank back into your fat little pussy, his voice turned rough with devotion, “gonna fuck you until all you feel is me.”

[krys4h-deactivated20260517]

bimbo black readers i love you

shy black readers i love you

insecure black readers i love you

baddie black readers i love you

hood/"ghetto" black readers i love you

chubby black readers i love you

weird black readers i love you

nerdy black readers i love you

neurodivergent black readers i love you

mentally ill black readers i love you

they could never make me hate you <3

[ivysorrele]

JJK P☆RN LINKS 3

CONTAINS: piv, squirting, public sex, f receiving, breeding kink, cockwarming, & creampie. p1 p2

RYOMEN SUKUNA

۶ৎ overstimulating kink

۶ৎ pumping you full with his cum

۶ৎ drilling into your pussy

۶ৎ he's obsessed

۶ৎ dessert :p

TOJI FUSHIGURO

۶ৎ breeding kink

۶ৎ backshots

۶ৎ camping

۶ৎ fucking your brains out

۶ৎ fingering

GOJO SATORU

۶ৎ dripping with his cum

۶ৎ car sex

۶ৎ can barely take him

۶ৎ he's such a tease :(

۶ৎ squirting like a good girl

NANAMI KENTO

۶ৎ taking his time

۶ৎ morning sex

۶ৎ cockwarming

۶ৎ stretched you so good

۶ৎ his fav reason to go home

CHOSO KAMO

۶ৎ getting on his knees for you

۶ৎ obsessed with your tits

۶ৎ creampie

۶ৎ can't get enough

۶ৎ pussydrunk

[levigarden999]

enjin’s back

+18

your and enjin’s shared room at the headquarters was cramped.

there was a dusty desk with a few abandoned files lying on it, a basic double sized bed in the middle and a cabinet for clothes and other items in the back of the room. not even a window was provided. but there existed a mirror, a large one with a small crack on the right corner, resting against the wall just across the end of the bed.

enjin was sitting at the end of the mattress, back facing the mirror, legs laying wide while you were straddling on his lap, cock buried in deep. there was a perfect small bump at the edge where enjin was leaning against, forming enough leverage for you to bounce and work yourself on him.

heavy panting mixed with soft whines and bed creaking was filling the already stuffy air. “fuck, baby, these tits-“ enjin groaned, his other hand that was wrapped around your waist now finding its way to grab the soft fat of your boob.

your body arched at the contact, shamelessly pushing yourself against his palm tighter. enjin leaned in, a sensation of soft lips and sharp teeth grazing your sensitive nipple. his mouth fanned hot air against your damp skin, gently running all the way to the arch of your neck.

you moaned softly and shifted, allowing your upper bodies to melt against each other in tight and hot need. you rested your chin on the curve of his shoulder, arms now wrapped around his muscular back, your eyes switching to the mirror in front of you.

you were faced with the absolutely sinful, almost demonic seduction, that was enjin’s tattooed back. the black and red ink formed beautiful curves along the skin, almost completely coating the originally pale complex underneath. the usually ugly yellow from your bedside lamp was now casting shadows nearly perfectly along his back, highlighting and giving contrast to every single muscle that was visible. and god there was many.

your hands ran along the patterns there, grabbing, clawing, pinching, wanting. enjin’s shoulders were clenching as he shifted his hold on you, lats squeezing together as he settled you better. with that motion, you felt the bedsheets shift as he pushed his heels against the mattress, suddenly pistoning his cock inside you.

you moaned shamelessly at the sudden depth, your eyes momentarily shifting from the sight of enjin’s mesmerizing back, to your own face. the shameless look of slutty need mixed with authentic love for your boyfriend was a strange sight. cheeks reds, eyes hazy like an animal in heat, mouth hanging open. you nearly didn’t recognize yourself.

enjin continued snapping his hips up against you, his large hands grabbing and spreading your ass, meaning to dig even deeper into you - and it was working. you felt his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust, brushing against just the point that made you tremble and clench and whine.

“just like that- you’re doing so good - shit -“ he groaned louder. it was adorable how enjin always became so talkative and praising (like he was as a cleaner towards the kiddos) whenever he was close to cumming.

your nails dug into his back again, the sight of those straining muscles and tattoos making you feel like you were pulled into the curls of the designs. it was the last straw.

you cummed hard on enjin’s cock, biting onto his shoulder gently as he fucked you through your pussy’s spasms, white mucus coating his shaft and pelvis.

“such a good girl, yes, fuck, you’re doing so well, so tight and good-“ he praised gently, voice rasping and hips stuttering a bit now. “this pussy’s fucking milkin’ me empty, baby”

enjin released into you, thick ropes of cum painting you from the inside. as he sloppily did a few last lazy thrusts, you yourself was still busy staring at that mirror. the sight of that ink, that was now leaking a few drops of glistening sweat.

slight fog was forming on the mirror, the look of your exhaustion melting into the blur now mixed with the dark ink.

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

dilf!toji wants another baby ! >.<

the kids were left at your parents’ house for the weekend, giving you and toji some much-needed alone time.

dinner was barely touched. the second the front door clicked shut behind the last goodbye hug with the kids, toji’s big hands were already sliding under your shirt, mouth hot against your neck, mumbling about how he’s been dying to get you alone like this for weeks.

now you’re here.

face down, ass perched right on the edge of the bed, legs dangling, trembling. toji stands tall behind you, thick thighs spread, one hand palming the fat curve of your hip while the other guides his heavy cock to your dripping entrance.

“arch that back baby, yeahhh that’s it… get that pussy over here.”

his voice is low, gravelly, dripping with that lazy hunger only he can pull off. the fat tip nudges your sopping folds apart and then he sinks in slow, stretching you so wide, forcing your walls to yield around every pulsing inch.

a broken little whimper spills from your lips the second he breaches you.

“fuuuck… still so tight, ma. swear i fucked this little cunt open a million times already,” he groans, hips rolling forward another inch just to hear you gasp. “and you’re still chokin’ on me like it’s the first time.”

your fingers scrabble at the sheets, legs already shaking from the brutal stretch, your body trying to crawl forward on instinct.

his big palm cracks down hard on your ass.

“where you goin’? c’mere.” he yanks you back by the hips, forcing another thick inch inside. “y’said you wanted this dick, remember?”

you whine, high and needy. “t-tojiii… s’too much…!”

“quit whinin’ now. you always take it so good f’me, don’t you?” he coos, his tone mean and sweet at the same time.

one more deep thrust and he bottoms out completely, balls pressed tight to your clit, tip kissing your cervix so hard your vision whites out for a second.

then he starts moving. long, heavy, delicious strokes that make the whole bed creak. your back stays perfectly arched because his fist is tangled in your hair now, keeping you right where he wants you. face buried in the sheets, drooling into the pillow, sobbing and screaming into the cotton while he fucks you senseless.

“just like that… biiig stretch, yeah?” he growls, watching the way your pussy creams around his shaft, slick dripping down your thighs. already forming creamy white rings around the base. “feel that, ma? feel how deep i’m hittin’?”

“y-yes! yes— oh god, tojiii—!”

“uh-huh.. i know baby, i know.” he leans over you, chest to your back, sweaty skin sticking together. he turns your head to the side with a rough tug on your hair so he can shove his tongue into your mouth. he spits right on your tongue before kissing you again, swallowing every little needy cry you give him.

his free hand snakes around to grab your throat, not choking, just holding. “gonna breed this pussy tonight,” he rasps against your lips. “fuck another baby right into you. make me a daddy again, hm? that what you want?”

you can barely think, let alone speak, but your hips push back anyway, greedy for more. “y-yes… wan’ it… wan’ your baby…!”

“that’s my good girl.” another hard slap to your ass, then both hands grip your waist so he can really rail you, hips snapping so fast the sound of skin slapping skin fills the whole room. “fuuuck— look at you… just layin’ there gettin’ fucked like a perfect little slut. lettin’ me use this tight cunt however i want.”

your legs kick uselessly, toes curling, pussy fluttering and gushing around him every time he kisses your most sensitive spots.

you’re dumb on it already. mind blank except for the thick drag of his cock and the way he’s splitting you open over and over.

“g’nna cum— tojiii—!”

“go on then. cream on this dick while i stuff you full.” he grinds deep, hips circling, making sure every ridge catches your sweet spot. “gonna pump you so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days.”

you shatter with a loud wail, walls clamping down so hard he hisses through his teeth. he doesn’t stop. keeps fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he finally slams in one last time and unloads, hot and thick cum filling your insides, flooding your womb while he groans your name low.

he stays buried inside long after, lazy shallow thrusts to push every drop deeper, hand rubbing slow circles over your lower belly. as if he knows it’s already there.

“maybe another kid doesn’t sound so bad after all…” he murmurs, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of your neck. “bein’ a dad looks real fuckin’ good on me, don’t it, pretty?”

you’re still panting, twitching, smiling stupidly into the sheets.

yeah… maybe it really doesn’t sound bad at all. ♡

[sanjisblackasswife]

𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

ʙʟᴋ ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ

ᴄᴡ// ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ…ᴘʟᴜꜱ ɪ’ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜʏᴘᴏᴄʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

I have a big ass crush in Enjin and I gatta get it out so here are some headcanons I have of him as a bf, but I am actually right:

SFW

Do not let his looks fool you and give him that 2021 gojo treatment, he is a LOSER for women. Everybody that knows him genuinely would question how he got you.

I think he’s had a few girlfriends when he was in his early 20s, but had to call it off either due to just not ready to commit due to his own insecurities orrrrr long distance. He hates that. He also been broken up with before and it fucked his ego up a little.

He still and will always try to flirt with you even after becoming official, tries to use his ‘sexy’ voice, but his normal voice is already attractive so him trynna force it just makes you laugh….but close enough he’ll laugh you out your drawls if he needs to.

Speaking of being official this mf never actually asks you to be your bf, after 5+ dates, hang outs, always coming to your place, letting you in his personal work and life when somebody asks about you two he has a shit eating grin talking ahout some, “Yeah, y/n, my girl.”….

Now if you really are mad that he didnt ask he will in the most cheesest romantic way with some big bright sign, so…be prepared.

I think quality time and words of affirmation are two of the main ways he sows his love. He’s subconsciously clingy, so as long as you’re in the room with him he loves it, and he just never shuts the fuck up. He enjoys praising you, and reminding you of your talents, beauty, and brains.

He puts his hand on your face a lot. Just because he knows his big ass hand can cover your face. Enjin also does it when you guys are arguing over something petty and he wants you to be quiet.

He does duck lips a lot when he wants a smooch, it’s ugly in the best way and embarrassing because he’ll do it in front of people.

He puts his arm over your shoulder/chest alot from behind and lean on you, his mouth is always right by your ear….he knows what hes doing.

I can see him having past flings (which are rare) with short women, but i think he main type to be with is a woman that he leans more towards is 5’8’’ and up. He loves tall women.

I think Enjin can be cheesy romantic. Stealing flowers from people yards to give you, kissing your hand when he guides you to your seat, with a fake ass french accent.

An ass man. Goes without saying but…yeah

Fake humps your ass when you bend over, but will get flustered if you actually throw it back on him.

No like seriously he loves your butt so much he has plenty of photos of your pretty face…and that ass.

Sit on his lap. Just sit, if you don’t he’ll literally start whining. He does not CARE IF YOU ARE HEAVY JUST SIT.

I think Enjin has a bad time being too serious when it comes to showing how much he loves you, so when he does say i love you to you for the first time he says it ‘jokingly’…or as if you should say it first…he’s weird.

I think when Enjin said he isn’t into needy women he meant hyper dependent on him, basically instead of treating him like he’s your man you treat him as if he is supposed to be your father while providing nothing in return. I do think he’d love to spoil you, but that also goes along with him knowing “yes, I will do this for you, but i know you can do it yourself.” That goes physically, emotionally, financially , and mentally.

He says “That’s my girl” a lot when he’s proud of you….it’s sickening.

Whatever culture you come from he wants to know about it, the food, the clothes, hair, language whatever.

Whether you smoke or not he wants you to light his cigarette as much as you can, you did it once mindlessly while speaking to him and he was looking for a lighter and it just felt intimate. He loved it so much he insist you keep a lighter on you at all times.

HE LOVES DATES. Whether it’s fancy (which is rare…) , cheap, or just at home he loves the concept of taking you out and doing something with you. Even a simple trip to the store can be a date for him…he’s odd.

Enjin gives that yeah he can be a very protective and providing boyfriend the mf still acts like a child. He’s like one of those boyfriends that everytime you turn he’s doing something he shouldn’t….stressed you out.

NSFW

Y’know how I said he loves for you to sit on his lap? Yeah that also applies to his face. SIT. Deeoowwwnnn.

He’s a loser, not a virgin. He’s fucked long before you met him. I feel like it was when he was younger, very, quick. very uncoordinated, and not very memorable.

Not ganna lie…I see him as a grunted and groaner, not a moaner, HOWEVER. He has a sweet spot on his ear so sensitive that’ll bring out the smallest little whimper and it’s so cute…he loves hates it.

Speaking of the noises he makes he doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up. He sometimes even asks questions while you’re on top, popping ur titty out his mouth to ask you if he can fuck up into you, and please answer because he’ll keep groaning “Please? Can i? can i? can i? Please let me.”

It has it’s perks though, because if he’s behind you his hand will hold up your jaw just so he can talk about how badly he’s been wanting to fuck you since that morning, he damn near has photographic memory of what you wore and how it made him feel when you bent over the counter before he left.

Praises you RIGHT in your ear, you have to hear him.

He wasn’t very experienced with pussy eating, a lot of the women he slept with mostly sucked him off and he just fucked them, but with you he gets a kick out of eating it from behind. Mostly because he loves slapping your ass.

But when you are on your back he loves to squeeze your hands and look up at you, when you finally catch his eyes, he dives his mouth deeper so you can watch him suck and bob his head on your clit. Very messy guy. Spit, suck, spit, suck.

Sometimes he even pulls out to eat you some more.

Yes he smokes while you are fucking his dick, gives him the best high he swears by it.

I think his favorite position is on the side, he gets a little bit of everything he loves , your face reactions, kissing, ass slapping, clit rubbing, titty grabbing. He really loves to cuddle you after too, even though it doesn’t last long because he always finishes inside….well sometimes.

He does practice safe sex but if he’s just too lazy, too tired, or too horny he asks if he can finish inside. Enjin don’t want kids but he keeps pushing his luck with you by doing that.

Enjin seems like a big fan of kissing. Whether casual or makeout session he loves it so much.

His kisses when he’s in the mood are sloppy and NASTY. I’m the best way, he loves sucking your lips, tongue, gripping that ass, all of that.

He loves saying your name.

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

older bf!nanami’s personal stress reliever ♡ ᵔ ´ 𖥦 ` ᵔ

being nanami’s young girlfriend means living the dream.

spoiled rotten in his fancy apartment, college tuition covered, every whim from clothes to gadgets handed over without a blink.

he’s older, steady, that corporate job keeping the cash flowing while he takes care of you like you’re his precious little thing. sure, the age gap turns heads, but fuck it. he fucks treats you better than any guys your age ever could.

you don’t really have to do anything but just be there for him. especially when he needs some stress relief after a long day at work.

... like tonight.

nanami got home from work around 10pm. you were waiting for him, as usual. you were already in your shared bedroom when he came home all pissy and exhausted.

... the next thing you knew is that you were getting dicked down like there’s no tomorrow.

“fuck.” nanami growls lowly, voice rough from the day. he’s fucking you so hard. your poor cunt stretches wide around his girth, tight walls fluttering helplessly everytime he bottoms out, cockhead kissing your cervix hard enough to make you sob.

“aaauughh— mmmghh kento!” you wail as he pounds you into the mattress, his hips snapping forward with punishing force, clapping your ass cheeks hard.

the wet squelch of your pussy taking him fills the room, slick and cum from earlier rounds already leaking out, making everything messier.

you’re face-down on the bed, biting the sheets hard, drool soaking the fabric as your eyes roll back, your screams muffled into the pillow. “mmnghh— kentooo! s’too deep—oh goood!”

his big hand cracks down on your ass— hard slap— then another, leaving red handprints while he yanks your hair back, arching your back sharper.

“you take what i give you, you hear me?” he grunts, free hand gripping your neck from the back to choke you just right, fingers pressing on your throat while he rails you from behind. pushing your face deeper into the sheets. “you don't get to run from this cock.”

you’re tapping frantically on his thick thigh, trying to signal you’re overwhelmed but he only fucks you harder, grinding deep, stirring the hot loads he already pumped into you earlier. making your legs shake. “keep clenching that pussy on me— yeah, just like that, fuck— good girl.”

your whole body shakes, pussy gushing around him and squirting messily onto the already soaked sheets as another orgasm rips through you. he doesn’t stop though, just keeps fucking into you, making you take every thick inch and you cant do anything but to lay there and take it like his personal fuck doll.

you’re gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles turn white, your tongue lolling out like some dumb fucked slut, droolling so much. your brain is so mushy now that you can’t even form a proper sentence from how good he’s giving you that dick.

he gave you one hard particular thrust, pulls out and slapped your ass hard, making you yelp from the sharpness. and then he flips you over onto your back, manhandling your smaller frame like nothing. he shoved your legs up, folded you in half into a tight mating press— knees by your ears, pussy spread wide open for him. already gaping and clenching around nothing as if it already misses his dick.

he leans his full weight down, pinning you under his big beefy body and slams back in, his cock disappearing into your swollen, sopping cunt.

“look at it,” he orders, squeezing your cheeks hard, forcing your teary eyes to watch where his fat cock pistons in and out, coated in white creamy rings around the thick base. “watch how this pussy takes me— fuck, you’re so pretty stretched around my cock.”

you sob louder, your eyes locked onto his cock pounding your poor pussy while he fucks you senseless. “kentooo—! please haaahh mmnghh yes yes fuck me— oh shiiit!” tears stream down your cheeks, but you can’t look away, mesmerized by how deep he goes, how his abs flex with every brutal thrust.

“mmh, you love getting fucked like this, hm?” he rasps, voice low amd and rough, he grinds his hips before snapping it hard, stirring up your insides. “uh-huh? yeah, keep those eyes on me, i said.” he growls when you tried to look away.

you nod frantically. “yes yes... i love it— fuck me harder! s’good daddy...!” and he does. pounding you so rough the headboard bangs the wall, your body jolting with each hit.

he spits right on your tongue and you swallowed it eagerly then on your puffy clit, rubbing it in messy circles while he abuses your cunt, making you squirt again, soaking his pelvis.

“you’re my good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he coos, choking you lightly again, thumb pressing your pulse. “just let me fuck you good, alright? take it all for daddy, yeah?”

you cum again, screaming his name loudly, your walls milking him tight until he groans deep, pumping another thick load straight into your womb, breeding you full until it overflows around his still pumping cock. dripping down your ass.

he collapses over you, breathing heavy, cock still twitching inside.

after a minute he pulls out slowly, watching the creamy mess leak from your gaping hole, then kisses your sweaty forehead soft.

“you okay? s-sorry, love. i got carried away," he mutters, voice quieter now. “was too rough”

you grin weakly. ”don't be... i love it when you fuck me like that.”

his eyes darken again, cock already hardening against your thigh. he spreads your legs open wider, tip nudging your oversensitive folds. and then slid in again, making you gasp.

“...fuck.”

i need to be dih down to death by this man i’m not even kidding

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HEYYY here to drop my thoughts on the enjin twt links , i hope i understood the assignment:

- how he would sound during sex ( i personally think he doesnt gaf and would be very vocal )

- his apology sex

- size kink

- sex in his car

- how he would be if he was aggressive during

- his favorite sex position

- how he would sound during sex / how he would sound when finishing

- full nelson

- i think enjin would be a head pusher when receiving

- finishing inside

- him jerking off

- lazy morning sex

that concludes my presentation 🫶

HEYYYY! im actually so happy you requested because i rlly wanted to make more like this but i always get a little stuck on what kinda links to use and for who 😵‍💫 i love doing what other people wanna see tho so i appreciate this!! im so down bad for enjin rn too omfg.

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how he sounds.

deep voice, so deep moans. he won’t shut up, he’s just constantly telling you to take him so good and how pretty you look full of him.

apology sex/after a fight.

his way of apologizing is giving it to you from the back, requested by you. cock is so big you told him he feels the best from behind, so he’ll fuck you like this while continuously apologizing and praising you. giving you exactly what you want.

size kink sex.

has you in any and many crazy positions just to make you feel smaller, like his little toy.

car fuck. (2nd option)

mutual masturbation in the car? hottest shit ever. or he’ll finger you while driving like a maniac. people in the back or not, they won’t see. if you were to actually fuck in the car, you’re not sitting on him, you’re being fucked into his car. it’s a weird ownership thing, he wants you under him in HIS car.

aggressive fucking.

loves to fully send it when you’re on top of him , it’s the best way for him to take control aggressively like this, once he’s holding you down, you’re not getting up.

fav fucking position/full nelson.

putting this as his favorite because why does it make sense? he loves having his hide hands wrapped around your neck as he does it, or just fisting the shit out of your hair, arms locked around your legs to keep you nice and spread for him.

giving him a bj/head pushing.

extremely verbal when doing this, if you think he won’t shut up when fucking, this is more than that. maybe because of the eye contact, we will not look away from you either as he plows his cock to the back of your throat, and holds it there while he cums.

finishing inside.

if he’s gonna cum inside, he might as well do it more than once and fuck his cum back into you, right? i mean you both are usually extremely careful, but if it’s going to happen, then let it fully happen.

how he jerks off.

lowkey sorry but he’s so lame and quiet when he jerks off (unless with you), bro just wants to cum bc he’s been thinking abt you all day but you’re on a mission so he can’t fuck.

lazy morning sex.

starts lazy, yes, but turns out not so lazy. when it comes to fucking he prefers not to be too soft, let’s be real.

[suki-miu]

NGH! SQUEEZE ME IN THAT FULL NELSON, ENJIN! (HARDER!)

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> RATING: +18

> SCENARIO: "telling Enjin he’s too gentle in bed... what could possibly go wrong?"

> CONTENT: fem!reader, enjin x reader, smvt, protective!enjin, possesive!enjin, softie turned fer4l, ENJIN IS A YAPPERRRRRRRRR, MANHANDLING, rough, chhocking, face slapping (consensual/light), FULL NELSON, kitchen table, CREAMPIES, RAWWWW, praise talk, dirty talk, breeding mentions, p drunk!enjin, hair pulling (reader to enjin), height difference, size difference, aftercare (bridal carry/bath), slight plot, swearing.

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For weeks, you’d been craving something else.

You were tired of the routine, the protective, gentle way he touched you like you were made of glass.

You wanted him to stop being the "gentle guy" and just fuck you like he was absolutely pissed off at you.

“You know, Enjin… for a guy who talks so much, you’re kinda lackluster where it counts.”

Enjin stopped mid-pour.

The coffee pot just hovered there. He turned his head slowly, hair falling over those sharp eyes, giving you a look of pure, flat-out disbelief.

“Lackluster? Lackluster?!” He repeated it like the word was a personal insult. He set the pot down with a heavy clink. “Babe, you trippin'. I know for a fact I spend half my nights makin’ sure you’re screamin’ my name so loud the neighbors know it.”

You just shrugged, leaning back against the counter and giving him a slow, head-to-toe look that said “prove it.” Your heart was going a mile a minute, but you kept your face bored.

“Maybe… you’re just a softie, like a gentle giant. It’s… cute. But it’s a little boring sometimes.”

Enjin’s jaw tightened. You could see the pulse jumping in his tattooed neck. He let out a low chuckle.

“A softie? Boring?”

He was across the kitchen in two steps, looming over you. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, but his thumb stayed there, pressing into your jaw.

“You really askin' for it today, ain't ya? “ You met his gaze, golden eyes sparking.

“…Just sayin’.”

Enjin’s eyes went dark.

“Alright then. You really wanna see what happens when I stop playin' nice?”

He didn't wait for an answer. He lunged, his hand—rough and big—clamping around your throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough to pin you against the kitchen table.

“Don’t say I didn't warn ya, babe. ’Cause now I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you!”

Oh.

[...]

The kitchen table was creaking—screeching—under the weight of his aggression.

Enjin has you hiked up, back to his chest. His beefy arms are locked under yours in a punishing full nelson, forcing your spine to arch until your tits are practically pointing at the ceiling.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Yeah—h-hah—not so soft now... is it, babe?!” Enjin rasps, his words broken by sharp, ragged gasps for air against your ear.

He’s slamming into you, but he can’t stop talking, the words spilling out like hes got no filter left.

“Look at ya... look how you shakin' for a 'softie', huh?! Thought I was boring? Thought I was just some gentle giant?! hah… Nah, babe, you knew exactly what was comin' when you opened that mouth!”

You could feel his thighs, braced against yours to keep you from sliding. His hands were interlaced behind your neck, trapping you, making you feel every single thick, veiny inch as it slid in and out. His stomach smacked against your ass with a wet, heavy slap-slap-slap.

The sound was disgusting—wet and loud in the quiet kitchen. The stubble on his chin scratched your neck as he buried his face there, inhaling your scent like he was starving. Spit dripped from your lip onto the wood every time he hit your cervix with a thud that made your vision go blurry.

“Look at the mess—fuck—Look at the mess you makin!” he wheezed, hot breath scorching your skin.

“You soppin' wet, babe. Slippin' all over the place... huff... you so damn tight, it's like you tryna trap me inside ya. Don't let go, yeah? Just like that... take every bit of it.”

He was huge.

Raw, he felt twice as wide, stretching you until you were sure you’d split. Every vein on his shaft was scraping your walls, hitting spots you didn't even know you had.

Squish. Slap. Squish.

“E-Enjin... hah... please... can't... I can't think...” you sob, your head lolling back against his shoulder.

“Please what? Hah?! Speak up, babe!” He snarls, stretching you apart so he can watch himself slide back in, doooooown to the hilt. “You wanted it hard, didn’t ya?! Keep that same energy! Talk that shit now! You like that?! You like how I'm doin' ya right now?!”

“Yes!… L-love it... uuungh... so deep... Enjin, more...” you mumble, your fingers digging into the ink on his forearms, barely able to form the words.

Thud-thud-thud.

“Yeah, pretty,” he mutters, his blonde hair damp with sweat and tickling your cheek. “You so pretty… hah… and you all mine. You hear me? All mine, babe.”

He lets go of your neck for a second, reaching around to cup your face, tilting your head back so you have to look at him. He gives you a couple of light, sharp slaps on the cheek—just enough to make your skin sting and your brain snap back to the moment.

“Hey— look at me!” he commands, his voice cracking. “Stay with me, babe. Don't go fadin' out yet. I need you to feel every bit of this.”

He gives you another soft, rhythmic tap on your face. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, catching only glimpses of his golden stare.

“How many times... huff... is that now, huh? Hah... You lost count? Tell me! Tell me how many times I make you cum already?! Count 'em for me, babe!"

“I... I don't... hah... three? Four? I... Enjin, I’m gonna... ungh...” you sobbed, head shaking frantically as another wave of pleasure crashed over you.

“That’s what I thought!” he growled, his grip tightening behind your neck as he pulled you even tighter against his sweat-slicked, tattooed chest. “Guess I’ll just have to keep goin’ until you forget your own name, too!”

He slowed down—a torturous, wet drag—only to give you a long, deep grind.

“Say it! Tell me you love me…uugh… Tell me you love every fuckin' inch of me right now! Say it... hah... say it, babe!”

“I… i love you— please, just shut up and fuck me...!”

Enjin let out a loud, raspy bark of a laugh, and those deep dimples flashed in his cheeks as he looked at you.

“Shut up?! Hah…! Nah, babe, you don't get to tell me to shut up when you lookin' this good! I gotta tell ya... I gotta say it... your pussy is literally the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life! It’s like it was made just for me, you hear?!”

He was driving into you so hard that the sweat started working against him.

Slap. Slap. Slap

Your skin was too slick, and for a split second, his grip faltered. You began to slide forward, but you instinctively reached back, your fingers catching the thick strands of his hair right at the roots. You yanked him hard, anchoring yourself against him, forcing his hips to stay locked against yours as you tilted your head back, gasping for air.

“Yeah... holy shit— grab on, babe! Grip it just like that! Don't you dare let go!”

His eyes were blown wide as his hands moved to pin yours against his body, ensuring you couldn't slip again.

“That's it... hold me right there! God, you feelin' so damn good, I'm 'bout to lose my mind!…ungh...” he groans, a deep sound from the back of his throat. “You gon' take all of it! Raw! Every damn drop! Squeeeeeze me, babe. Squeeze me like you mean it! Fuckkk—!”

He pulled back just an inch, then plunged deep again with a final, guttural shout. You felt a hot, heavy gush flood into your deepest core, filling you, stretching you, burning inside you. He was pouring himself into you, claiming every last inch of your wet, spasming body.

Enjin stayed buried inside you for what felt like an eternity, his forehead pressed hard against the crook of your neck.

Both of you were just… wrecked. The only sound in the kitchen was the ragged, syncopated rhythm of your breathing—loud, wet, and heavy in the humid air.

Slowly, he pulled out. The sound was a pathetic, sticky schlorp that made you whimper, feeling suddenly cold and empty. Your arms, still locked in that position, finally went slack as he released your body.

You slumped onto the table, cheek pressing against the damp wood.

“Man… hah… phew…” Enjin wheezed, wiping sweat from his chin. “Seriously... huff... remind me to find out who made this table. I gotta send ‘em a thank you note or somethin'. Any other would’ve snapped in half ten minutes ago. Best damn... hah... investment we ever made!”

You let out a weak, broken chuckle. “I’m glad… huff… you’re worried about the furniture… while I can’t even feel my toes.”

He looked at the absolute disaster of the kitchen—the spilled coffee, the smears on the table, the puddles on the floor.

You tried to push yourself up, but your knees just buckled, a soft "oh" escaping your lips.

“Whoa, whoa! Easy there!”

Before you could hit the floor, Enjin scooped you up into a bridal carry.

“Girl, you a straight up mess... sooooo pretty,” he murmured, the smell of tobacco and perfume lingering on his skin. “You alright? For real? I didn't actually break ya, did I?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “You definitely… finished the job, Enjin.”

He grinned, walking toward the hallway. “Damn right I did. Never doubt a pro, remember?”

He set you down by the tub and turned on the water. “Now, get in. Go hit the shower before you catch a cold. And I’ll have that kitchen lookin' brand new by the time you done scrubbin' off.”

You watched him from the doorway.

“You’re really gonna clean all that up by yourself?”

“Of course, babe! I said I got it, didn't I?” He paused at the door. “Besides… the sooner that table's clean, the sooner we can see if it'll handle a second round”

“Enjin, no!”

“We’ll see, babe! We’ll see!”

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[ A/N: GODDD THIS MAN DRIVES ME CRAZYYYYYYYYY YOU HAVE NO IDEA, btw go check my tiktokkkk (@ suki_miuu) sometimes i post headcanons and… stuff lol

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also the fic is heavily inspired by p power by gunna & drake, and i really tried to keep enjin as canon as possible cuz to me (enjin expert fr) he’s not like brute brute during it]

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NSFW HEADCANNONS FOR ENJIN

Warnings: sex?

Enjin is very touchy guy. He's a tactile explorer. He'll map every curve, every dip, every softness he's spent years secretly admiring, with a focus that's entirely new. He loves the contrast of his rough, calloused palms against your smooth skin while he pounds you hard enough to make your body rocks at each thrust.

Enjin might be all loud laughter and chaotic energy in the living room, but in the bedroom (or the couch or against the kitchen counter), he gets quiet. Not shy, but intensely focused. The only sounds are ragged breathing, soft curses, and the low, approving rumble in his chest when you moan to him. It's like all his scattered energy finally has one singular point of concentration: you.

Enjin is far away from being a poet. He's not going to whisper sweet nothings. It's more like... enthusiastic, gritty praise. "Fuck, look at you." "You feel insane." "C'mon, just like that" "Fucking love your pussy, baby"  and it's gets worse but it makes your brain short-circuit more than any polished line ever could.

He makes you feel worshipped. It doesn't necessarily means he puts you on a pedestal. Actually, he puts you on his lap or his face, and makes you feel like the most desirable, real thing in his universe. It's the worship of a man who finds his favorite everything in you: his best friend, his favorite sparring partner, and now, his lover.

Aftercare with him consists basically on three pillars:

Immediate, Unthinking Cuddles. He's not one for grand speeches post-sex. He'll collapse beside you, or pull you into his chest, and his arms will just lock around you.

Practical and Sweet. He'll get up eventually, usually to grab two glasses of water, or the half-eaten bag of chips from the other room. He'll hand you one, take a sip of his own, and flop back down or he might throw a blanket over you both if you're shivering.

Silent Conversation. There will be a lot of just... looking. His eyes, usually so full of energy, will be soft. He'll brush your hair off your forehead and trace your eyebrow with his thumb while asking himself what did he do in this life to deserve you.