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Jealously, Jealously

Cameron Cade x Black Reader

🜼 18+ only. MDNI

🜼 summary: when being in a situationship with Cameron Cade, things turn out in a way that was completely unexpected.

🜼 content: situationships, jealously, reader is lowk a hypocrite, public s3x, mirror s3x, choking, fingering, finger sucking, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v

🜼 word count: 3.4k

🜼 A/N: more Cam Cade fics for you guys!!!!! I appreciate you guys for all the love and support you have shown me in my last few posts. thank you for giving me the courage to continue to bring my blog to life. i hope you enjoy this, my cherries, muah <3

A knock on your front door jolted you awake from a very peaceful slumber. A groan escaped your body as you reached for your phone on the nightstand. 11:42 pm— the time read. Before you could even process what was happening, your phone started ringing. "Hello?" your voice was still laced with sleep.

"Wake yo ass up and come open the door," the deep voice on the other line made a shiver run down your back. You missed that voice. You climbed out and began your walk to the front door, stretching and rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself up some more.

You didn't even bother checking the peephole before you opened the door. Cameron Cade stood there in all his glory with a bookbag slung over his shoulder. The moment your eyes met, a small smile began to spread on your lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, mama." He kissed your lips and walked around you, and headed further inside your apartment. "I should've left your ass out there." Cameron laughed but ignored you and continued walking to your room.

You and Cameron didn't exactly have a label. You had been seeing each other for about two months now; at the beginning of this… arrangement, you both had agreed that you did not want a relationship, just a friend with benefits. As time passed, you started spending more time with each other. He would come to your apartment, and you would go to his. He would buy you things and expect nothing in return, but there was still no official label on the relationship. Since you didn't want to assume things, you were still moving like you were single and he was single.

"You still came and opened the door, right? Ight." He walked into your bathroom and shut the door. Sassy ass nigga— you thought. You climbed right back into bed and grabbed your Kindle to continue the book you started earlier in the day. When he emerged, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

As soon as he got into bed, he took your Kindle from your hands. You smack your teeth and try to snatch it back from his hands, but he just tosses it onto the oversize beanbag chair in the corner of your room. He spreads your legs, then lies between them. "Why are you here, Cameron?" You ask when you feel him begin to press kisses on your neck. He stops kissing you and looks at you with confusion written on his lightly freckled face. "Cause I can be?"

"It's more normal to call ahead of time and ask if it's okay first. It shows respect, nigga." He jerked his head in a way to wave you off. Cameorn rests his head on your stomach, and your hands move to caress his head softly. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, basking in the silence and softly rubbing on each other. "Who you bringing to the foundation gala?" Cameron asks.

"I have a date, actually." You say softly. He moves his head from your stomach and looks up at you. "Oh, forreal?" his tone was a bit shocked, but you ignored it. Cameron licked his lips and mumbled the word 'cool' while nodding his head before resting it back on your stomach. The two of you fall back into silence, and every now and then, Cameron would press a kiss or two to your stomach. Since he threw your Kindle across your room, you were now using your phone to read your book.

Cameron moved back up your body and pressed a kiss to your lips. A kiss that turned into a full-out makeout session, which later progressed into his mouth on your jaw, trailing down to your neck. "Cam," you sigh in pleasure. He gripped your chin softly, lifting it to make you look at him.

"I'm finna eat this pretty ass pussy, then we going to bed. That cool with you?"

"Yesss," you whine.

"Bet," Cameron presses another nasty kiss on your lips before hastily removing your sleep shorts and descending your body.

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The morning of the foundation gala, you woke up earlier than usual to get your day started. This was your way of mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead. You had your comfort robe draped around your body, and the matching bonnet to go with it. Your curtains were drawn, letting the natural sunlight enter your apartment. You were putting your all into making sure the day went smoothly.

You were currently sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating breakfast, when a knock sounded at your front door. Your brows furrow— you weren't expecting any visitors. You pick up your phone to check the camera at the door, and you see a woman holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Hi! Is this the home of Y/N?" the woman asks with a warm smile on her face. "Hi, yes, it is." After confirming, the woman hands you the bouquet and the card along with it. She tells you to have a good day, and she goes on her way. You stood there for a few minutes, shocked as fuck because this was the least of what you were expecting.

Heading back inside, you set the flowers on your kitchen island and opened the nice-looking card that came with them. Because You Deserve It All. See you tonight, mama.— C.Cade. The card read.

Utter shock spread across your face. In the time you had known Cameron, of course, he had spent money on you, but he had never had flowers delivered to your apartment. You walked over to the coffee table and grabbed your phone to send him a thank-you message. His actions threw you completely off your axis. You had totally forgotten about the date you were bringing with you to the gala.

It wasn't anything serious, just a dude on the basketball team you had been texting for a few weeks. When he asked if you wanted to go with him, you thought why the hell not? It wasn't like you and Cameron were in a relationship; you were single, and he was too. So you weren't doing anything wrong.

A few hours later, when you were all dressed and ready for the gala. You were wearing a red satin dress with gorgeous black heels. It was pretty simple, but the way the color made your brown skin pop, on top of the body glaze you were wearing, you looked good as fuck.

Your date had texted to let you know he was about to be outside, so you headed downstairs to the lobby area until you saw his truck pull up. When you did, he parked by the doors, got out, and started walking towards you. He was an extremely attractive man. Tall, mocha skin, locs that were pulled into a ponytail. He was wearing an all-black suit that fit his body perfectly. "You look beautiful, Y/N." He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you. You look handsome yourself." You didn't lie, he did look good, but a part of you couldn't help but wonder what Cameron was up to. You hadn't spoken to him since this morning when the flowers were dropped off, and even that conversation was very brief. You couldn't wait to see him.

The vibes in the car on the way to the gala were good. You and your date engaged in nice conversation all the way there. The foundation gala taking place tonight was put together by the athletic department to raise money for charities. You were nervous to see who Cameron had brought. He had never mentioned to you that he was bringing a date. Not that he had to, but based on your relationship dynamic, you would think he'd say something

After taking many pictures and mingling with others, you were finally settled at your seat. Upon arrival, you spotted Cameron immediately…and the woman on his arm. When he saw you, something in his gaze changed. You could see his jaw clench in irritation every time he would glance your way. You barely had any time to appreciate how handsome he looked because he was giving you death glares from the moment you walked in.

You and your date were sitting at your table, waiting until the speeches were given. Against your will, your eyes moved to where Cameron and his date were sitting. She was laughing at something he said, and touching on his arms as she was doing it. That nigga couldn't have said something that funny. You rolled your eyes at his audacity. How does one go from sending you flowers this morning with a cute ass note, to not saying a word to you when they finally see you? Fuck that. You were starting to get irritated. "Excuse me, I will get right back. I need to go freshen up." Your date looked at you with concern in his eyes, but after reassuring him that you were fine, he finally nodded and told you he would order for you if you weren't out in time.

You picked a bathroom as far away from the event as you could. You needed time to breathe and be irritated in peace without even hearing the voices of other people. A few minutes passed by, and you heard the door to the bathroom open. "Hey, someone's in here," you called out. You smacked your teeth when you heard footsteps continue to walk further in. You were getting ready to go off when Cameron appeared. "What are you doing?!" you whisper-shouted. "You can't be in here, Cameron."

He just looked at you with a blank expression on his face. "You really brought another nigga as your date?" you scoffed. "Are you dead ass right now? You don't get to question me when you brought someone too." You were looking at him like he had completely lost his mind.

"You seeing him?"

"It doesn't matter if I am or not. You're lame as fuck, sending flowers to my house this morning, but got another woman laughing hard as fuck in your face, touching on you and shit. Why even go out of your way?"

"'Cause I'm yo man. The fuck? You had already planned to be here with that nigga." With every word, he was stepping closer to you, irritation written all over his face. "We're not together, Cameron." He was in your face now, forcing you to look up at him. Even in your heated gaze, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked tonight, and judging by the way his eyes glance down your body, you know he notices it too. "I have to go." You try to move around Cameron, but he just follows your movements.

"You ain't going back out there to that nigga."

"Cameron," you sigh. This was getting nowhere. "Maybe this was a mistake. We shouldn't do this." You place your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he just completely ignores you. "You look beautiful tonight. I almost lost my shit seeing you walk in here with him." Cameron places one of his hands under your chin, lifting it so you're looking at him. His voice had gotten softer, his eyes more pleading.

"She's not my date. She's the event coordinator. I didn't know we were going to be seated together, nor do I give a fuck about any of that shit." He rubs your chin softly. You understood where he was coming from, but something in you just wanted to continue to make things difficult.

"I have to go," You say again.

"Stop playing with me, Y/N," then he pushes his lips onto yours. You were taken aback by the abruptness of the moment, but when you found your footing, you returned the kiss all the same. You groaned into each other's mouths, moving between a fast and slow pace, trying to do everything you can to savor the moment. Cameron sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. When he breaks away, he looks at you with a half-lidded, heated gaze. He licks his lips and turns you around so you're facing the mirror.

He bends and presses kisses on the backs of your ears, trailing down to the sides of your neck. You hear him unclasp his pants and push them down, along with his underwear. Cameron pushes up the back of your dress. In the mirror, you see him looking down at you, licking his lips like he is admiring you like a work of art, and of course, you weren't wearing any panties, so he was getting a full view of your ass.

He moves back to your ear and says ever so softly. "Put me in," You reached back and grabbed his dick in your hands, stroking him to spread the precum over his dick. Then, you placed his dick at the entrance of your pussy and gasped when you felt him start to sink in.

He pushes in ever so slowly, then pulls out and moves back in just as slowly. "Cammmm, fuck." You grip the edges of the sink to keep your balance.

"Look at yourself," he says in that deep, raspy, sexy voice. "You look like mine… don't you?"

Your eyes meet his hazel gaze in the mirror. He began to pick up the pace, knocking exactly at your G-spot with every thrust. "Don't you, Y/N?" he asks again. "Yessssss," you were trying not to be so loud because you were literally still at a networking event with hundreds of people in the same building.

"I'm fucking obsessed with you, mama." He wraps his hand around your throat. "You taking this dick so well, too." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the pleasure he was putting on your body.

"It feels so good, Cam, shittt," The sounds of his dick moving in and out of you and you getting wetter by the minute. Cam pulls out, picks you up, and sets you on the sick, and is back inside you all within five seconds. You didn't even have time to recover before he was back inside you, moving at a relentless pace.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." He looked down at you with a sexy smirk on his face. Sweat started to show at the base of his hairline. He reached down and pressed another nasty kiss to your lips, and neither of you cared. You were just consumed in the moment, you were stuck in a trance at the feel of his dick moving in and out of you. When Cam reached down and began thumbing your clit, your mouth opened on a silent moan as you came— hard.

"Cam, Cam, Cammm," you repeated over and over from the intensity of your orgasm. And he just fucked you through it, not stopping even once, making you cum again. His moves started to become more frantic, letting you know he was close as well. He stiffened inside you with a grunt. "Fuckkk, mama."

He collapsed on top of you, both of you heavily panting. Trying to find your breath again. After a few minutes, he pulled his clothes back on and got himself together. He helped you off the sink, fixing and smoothing out your dress as you revamped your look in the mirror, making yourself look presentable again.

After both of you were both ready to go back out, Cameron turned you around and grabbed your throat. "When you go back out there, ion wanna see that nigga touching you. Matter fact, you not even leaving this bitch with him. I'll take you home, ight?" You nodded, and Cameron gave your ass a light smack before allowing you to go out first.

Thankfully, there were enough people here not to notice your absence. After you had gotten to your seat, your date looked up at you with concern etched all over his face. "You good?" he asks, reaching out to touch your arm to help you sit. You quickly moved away from his touch as soon as you were seated. "Yes, I just felt a bit sick for a minute." You gave him a small smile in reassurance. "Okay, the food should be out shortly. I went ahead and ordered for you." You gave him your thanks.

A few minutes later, you saw Cameron walk back into the venue, to his seat. Still looking as put together as ever, as if he didn't just fuck you silly a few minutes ago.

The rest of the night went smoothly. You ate dinner and sat and talked with the people around you for the rest of the night. Every now and then, you would catch Cameron making glances at you. Based on the look in his eyes, you knew the night was far from over.

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"Fuckkk, Cameron!" you moan loudly as you came on his fingers for the second time. After the event, you ended up at his apartment. What was supposed to be a chill night ended with you straddling him, your tongue in his mouth, and you riding his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth. You greedily sucked them into your mouth, licking your release from his fingers as if it were his dick. After you sucked his two fingers clean, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to meet his lips. He slips his tongue into your mouth, trying to get the taste of you and your release.

You collapsed on his chest, trying to catch your breath after you were basically trying to swallow each other's faces. In one swift movement, your back was hitting his pillows, and he was moving down your body and sucking your pussy into his mouth. He spat on your pussy and watched it drip down before slurping it back up. "Shit tastes good as fuck." You were in too much of a blissful state to even reply to him; you just looked down at him as he feasted on your pussy with skill. The man looked like he was in his element just from eating your pussy. "Cam, please."

It didn't take long before you were cumming in his mouth, and of course, everything you produced, he licked it up.

"Fuck me, please." You pulled at his arms until he was hovering above you. He let you control the pace. He stared at you, letting out soft, heavy breaths, as he waited for you to put him inside of you. he wasted no time in pounding your pussy relentlessly. "Yesss," You whimpered. You couldn't get enough of him, of his heated body pressed against yours, of his dick stretching you out and pounding into you.

"I'm yo man, right?" he asks breathlessly. You were at a loss for words, so you nodded profusely. "Nah, say that shit."

"I'm yours, Cam, fuckkk!" Your breast bounced with each thrust, and his eyes followed their movement every time.

"I'm gonna cum again, babyy," you moaned in pure ecstasy. "Then cum on this dick." The pressure building up inside of you exploded. You came so hard you saw stars. At the same time, Cameron stiffened as he came along with you, moaning and groaning in your ear.

He collapsed beside you, both of you still panting like crazy. This time, it took a bit longer to find your footing. You had basically been going at it like rabbits ever since you got back to his apartment. As you were still heavily breathing, Cameron got out of bed and left the room, returning with a rag and a water bottle in his hand. He took the rag and placed it on your pussy, leaving it there for a second. You moaned softly at the warmth emitting from the rag. After a few seconds, he proceeded to clean you up.

Afterwards, he climbed back into bed and pulled you into his arms, rubbing on your body to release any tension you may have.

Cameron definitely showed his jealous side tonight… and you weren't even mad at it.

we're back babyyyyyyyyyy , i hope you guys enjoyed this! my requests are open, so dont hesitate to let me know what you would like to see (from any fandom). see yall in the next one my cherries, muah <3

[yourm0om]

holy fucking peak guys

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. older-bf!nanami who takes care of you

older-bf!nanami who always wakes up before you. he makes sure your coffee is exactly how you like it and leaves a small note on the counter every morning—even if he’s running late for work—always ending with “have a good day, darling.”

older-bf!nanami who is incredibly protective. he walks on the outside of the sidewalk, keeps a hand on your lower back in crowded places, and stares down anyone who looks at you for too long.

older-bf!nanami who gets especially possessive protective when younger men look at you weirdly. he doesn’t make a scene, but his stare turns ice-cold as he watches them. he’ll pull you closer by the waist and give them a look that says “touch her and you’re dead” without saying a single word.

older-bf!nanami who knows exactly how to make you loose your mind in bed. years of experience have made him incredibly skilled. he knows how to angle his hips to hit that perfect spot, when to go slow and deep, and when to fuck you hard and senseless. he reads your body like a book and he doesn’t make a secret out of it.

older-bf!nanami who loves leaving hickeys on your neck and thighs where only he can see them. he’ll grip your jaw and make you look at him while he’s buried deep inside you, murmuring, “tell me who you belong to,” then gently kiss every mark he left the next morning.

older-bf!nanami who fucks with patience, like he doesn’t rush. he always takes his time stretching you open with his fingers first, watching your face the entire time. “breathe, darling,” he’ll say calmly, even as he’s pressing his thick cock into you inch by inch.

older-bf!nanami who sometimes fucks you with too much patience. he edges you for what feels like hours, bringing you right to the edge only to slow down or stop completely until your whimpers fill the room. he’ll keep his thick cock buried deep inside you, barely moving, while he kisses your neck and whispers, “not yet, darling.”

older-bf!nanami who loves the way you whine and beg. he’ll hold your hips down so you can’t chase your own pleasure, looking at you with that calm face while you tremble and plead. “shh… be good for me,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead even as he denies you again. “i’ll let you cum when i think you’ve earned it.”

older-bf!nanami who has gotten noticeably more veiny with age. his hands, forearms, and especially his cock are heavily veined. when he’s fully hard, the thick veins running along his length are so visible, and you can feel every single one dragging against your walls when he slowly pushes inside you.

older-bf!nanami whose dick is thick, heavy, and slightly curved upward. even when he’s soft, it’s impressive. when he’s hard, it’s almost intimidating—fat head, those veins, and always leaking for you. he loves how you struggle to take all of him, enjoying the way your pussy stretches around his girth.

older-bf!nanami who is constantly teased by satoru about your age gap. gojo never misses an opportunity to poke at him. but nanami has grown completely used to the teasing. he doesn’t get visibly annoyed anymore. instead, he just sighs, adjusts his glasses, and replies something like, “at least my girlfriend doesn’t run away when i speak, gojo.”

older-bf!nanami who tolerates the jokes but draws the line when they go too far. if anyone ever implies you’re “just a phase” or “with him for the money,” nanami’s expression turns icy cold in an instant that makes everyone shut up immediately.

older-bf!nanami who sometimes gets mistaken for your father in public. waiters, store clerks, or strangers often say things like “it’s so nice to see a daughter spending time with her dad” or “your daughter is beautiful, sir.” he stays perfectly polite on the outside, offering only a small smile, but you can feel the way his hand tightens on your waist.

older-bf!nanami who acts unfazed in the moment, simply correcting them calmly with “she’s my girlfriend, actually.” but the moment you’re alone, especially in the car or back home, he feels stupidly lucky, almost greedy, that someone as young and beautiful as you is his. and it always leaves him with a sudden urge to claim you right away.

older-bf!nanami who often ends up fucking you in the car shortly after. the second you’re both inside, doors barely closed, he’s already pulling you into his lap or pushing your seat back. his hands are impatient as he tugs your clothes aside, breathing rough against your neck while he pushes inside.

older-bf!nanami who gets especially talkative during these quick, needy car fucks. between deep thrusts he’ll whisper things like “let them think i’m too old for you… as long as you keep moaning for this old man’s cock.” he loves making you cum fast and hard, one hand covering your mouth so people walking by won’t hear you.

older-bf!nanami who, after cumming deep inside you, stays buried in you for a while, gently stroking your hair and kissing your temple. he’ll softly say, “i don’t care what anyone thinks… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

older-bf!nanami who has started getting a few silver strands in his hair. you sometimes find them when you’re playing with his hair, especially at his temples. he used to be a little self-conscious about it, but now whenever you touch the grey hairs he smiles.

older-bf!nanami who especially loves when you kiss the grey hairs at his temple or run your fingers through them while he’s inside you. it makes something possessive and soft twist in his chest at the same time. he’ll press you deeper into the mattress and whisper, “these grey hairs are because of years of waiting for someone like you.”

older-bf!nanami who secretly worries that he’s too old for you. sometimes when he sees you laughing with people your age, a fear settles in his chest. he never says it directly, but he makes up for it by being even more attentive—spoiling you more, fucking you harder, reminding you with every touch that no one else could ever take care of you the way he does.

[luxfuxxvii]

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[yourm0om]

Jealousy

Synopsis: The betrayal. Choso's brother told him you had kissed him? I mean, he hasn't made enough time for you, sure. But you went after his younger brother? He was beyond upset, but when you tell him what actually happened, it's too late for him to back out.

Content Warning: Switch Choso, JealousChoso!, post orgasm torture, overstimulation, crying, knife play, blood play, nicknames (Cho for Choso and Pretty for reader), dub con, degradation, Choso is called a pain slut once, slapping, creampie.

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a/n: Hello, hello! I made this for my very sick friend @luvchosooo, and I hope you just enjoy this! not proofread and if you want to be in the taglist, comment and I'll be sure to tag you in the next one!!

You had been Choso’s girlfriend for a while, yet you felt like he never had time for you. Like you had been on his back burner, and he never had time for you.  His brother, Yuji Itadori, often came around, and when you could tell the boy had a crush on you, you decided to give him what he wanted. I mean, it was only a compliment and a kiss on the cheek. After all, your boyfriend probably wouldn’t mind too; besides, he cares about his brother so much. 

When Choso hung out with Yuji, he could tell something was off with his brother. When he asked him why he looked so excited lately, Yuji confessed that he had a crush on you and you had kissed him, before Yuji could clarify that it was a kiss on the cheek, Choso was already storming off, on his way to confront you.

When he got home, you were sitting at the kitchen island, a wine glass in hand. “Hi Cho. I thought you were hanging out with Yuji today?” You asked, your back still to him. Choso closed the distance between you in four strides, anger radiating off of him in waves. “What did you do with my brother?” He asked, your brows furrowed. “Huh? Cho, what are you-” Choso grabbed you by the shirt, pulling you close to him.

“y/n, now is not the fucking time to be playing coy right now.” The confused expression slowly faded from your face, and you giggled. Then, your giggles turned to full-on laughter in his face. “A-are you serious right now?” His expression darkened, and his grip on your shirt tightened, yanking you closer and causing the wine glass to shatter on impact. “Does it look like I’m fucking around with you?” You frowned, looking at the red wine pooling at your feet, staining your socks. “You’ve wasted good wine, Cho.” Your nonchalance only angered him further, seeing as you were completely unbothered by him holding you by the collar of your shirt.

Choso’s jaw tightened as you were more worried about spilt wine, rather than answering his question. He angrily flipped you over, pressing your belly against the island, holding your head against the granite counter with one hand, pulling your shorts down with the other. “Fucking slut. Just need to get your hands on a man so bad that you would go after my brother?” He spat, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to get his cock out. His fingers roughly entered your mouth, coating them in spit, then stroking his cock. 

“Aww, you still care about my comfort while you’re actively trying to force yourself onto me.” You said, condescendingly, and that made Choso even angrier, and when his cock poked at your entrance. He doesn’t ease you into it like he normally would, allowing you time to adjust to the thickness of his cock. But he didn’t, not today. He sank deep into you, your body tensing at the intrusion, but it didn’t stop Choso. He started to snap his hips back and forth, his thrusts angry and deep, your body grinding against the counter every time he fucked into you. 

Your hand found the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white. Choso huffed, his hips angrily fucking deep into you. You felt something sharp and cold pressing against your thigh. “What’s that?” You asked, your brows furrowed, not being able to move your head to see. “Oh, now you’re concerned by a threat? I’m not threatening to you?” You laughed. “Cho, you couldn’t threaten me if you tried.” You hissed as you felt the cold metal breaking skin. “What’s the matter? Can’t take a little cut?” Choso asked, condescending as he continued to fuck deep into you. You groaned, refusing to give him the satisfaction. You used your leg and hips to push him backwards, causing him to pull out of you, and he fell on his ass.

“You’re trying to prove a point, whatever. But you’re so jealous that you couldn’t even let me finish my sentence.” You said, picking up the knife he had dropped out of surprise. Blood was trickling down your knee. You scooped some up, straddling his hips and stuffing your blood-soaked fingers in his mouth. Choso tried to reach for the knife, but you pulled it away from his hand and pressed it against his jugular vein. “Come on, Cho. You can be mad, but don’t you like living, breathing, and trying to fuck me? I mean, you were inside of me, sure, but you were hardly fucking me right.”

Your hips raised, and you slowly sank onto his cock, and he groaned. You ground your clit against him, enjoying the feeling of being full. Choso’s jaw went slack, and you smiled. “Oh Cho, you can’t take it or somethin’? You seemed so ready when you had me bent over the table.” He moved to get closer to you, but the threat of the knife poking deeper into his neck kept him still. He couldn’t move his body closer to yours, not without allowing the knife to potentially puncture his jugular vein and bleed him dry. Your hips bounced, and you bit your bottom lip, using him as a toy to get yourself off effectively. 

“F-fuck, wait.” Choso managed to mumble out, his own release closer than he had originally anticipated. “Aww, what’s the matter? You can’t take it?” Choso whimpered, nodding his head as much as he could without impaling his throat on the metal blade. His eyes locked with yours, big and watery. “Wa..wait!” You could feel his cock twitching inside of you. He was close, but you weren’t. You were going to use him until you were satisfied. “You’re already close? Fucking pathetic. I mean, you were trying to fuck me, and I say trying as in desperately humping my cunt to get you off.”

Choso whined, his head falling back as he came, his hips stuttering up to meet yours that continued to bounce. His hands move to still your hips, but you moved the knife, pressing it deep against his collarbone, breaking his skin. “You stop me, and I swear to you I’ll go deeper.” Choso groaned, his hands falling limp at his sides. Your free hand swiped the blood that began to leak from his collarbone and shoved your fingers in his mouth, the same way he did to you. Choso’s tongue greedily lapped up his blood, sucking on your fingers. He mumbled something that sounded like a half-assed protest.

“What’s the matter, Cho?” You asked mockingly, feeling him cum deep inside of you. But you were not even close, and you just had to teach him a lesson. His hips stilled, and tears bubbled in his eyes. “Please-! I-I need a break!!” He sobbed around your fingers, but Choso’s cries only fueled your hips, making you go faster. His back arched, and he groaned, fat tears rolling down his face. Choso forced his eyes to close, hoping that he could keep himself from losing his mind. 

“Oh, poor Choso. Do you want to know what really happened between your brother and me?” Your fingers were still in his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and you leaned in, getting closer to his ear. “All I did was kiss him on the cheek, and you came in here all hot. I bet you didn’t even let your brother finish telling you what happened. I mean, he’s a sweet boy, nothing like his jealous brother.” You said, grinding your clit against his pelvic bone, tightening around his cock. Choso began to hyperventilate, the pleasure being too much for him.

“Oh, don’t start with the crocodile tears now. You weren’t doing all of that crying when you barged in here and spilt my wine.” You said, feeling your own orgasm building. “Do you want me to stop?” You teased, and he nodded, opening his eyes and looking up at you. “You better hope I cum soon, and I’m satisfied with that.” His legs began to shake, and he wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t; not with you on top of him. “P-pretty, please.” He said around your fingers, and you laughed. “Now I’m pretty? 20 minutes ago, I was an attention-seeking whore.”

You continued to bounce on his cock, taking your spit-soaked hand out of his mouth and slapping him, hard. A moan left his lips, and your eyebrows raised. “So you’re a pain slut as well? Oh my day just keeps getting better.” You slapped him again, and you felt him twitch inside of you again. “You can’t be ready to cum again. You can’t even make me cum first, and you’re already on your second?” He nodded rapidly, drool slipping from between his lips. 

Choso tried to plead and beg for mercy, but you didn’t stop, not when you were so fucking close. He sobbed, his cock exploding, filling you up again. As you bounced, some of his cum began to seep out of you, the most obscene noises coming from where the two of you are intimately connected. Choso’s hips jerked, and his cries got louder. “Oh f-fuck, Pretty, I can’t take it!” Your hand came down across his face. “You can and you will.”

Choso’s legs began to shake, and you smiled, tightening around him. “Do you want me to cum?” You asked him, voice sweet like honey. Choso nodded, his breathing shaky. “P-please cum on my cock.” You smile, looking down at his pathetic face. His tear-soaked face and wobbling bottom lip pushed you over the edge. You moaned loudly, back arching as you came, accidentally forcing a third orgasm from Choso. Cum was barely coming out of his tip now. Your legs shook, and you relaxed for a second before standing up, three loads dripping from your cunt and onto his poor aching cock. Choso’s body finally relaxed, convulsing slightly from the aftershocks.

“Now make sure you clean up that perfectly good wine you wasted.”

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Taglist: @luvchosooo,@delphiakira,@nerokuro 

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[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. you and shoko always casually made out at parties but that stopped after she started dating suguru, until one night she invites you to join them and you end up as their plaything ( threesome / being used by them )

the parties were always the same.

loud music, dim lights, too much alcohol, and the two of you ending up in some dark corner like it was inevitable. it started with teasing, a smirk from shoko, then her pulling you close by the waist. your lips would crash together—messy, hungry, tasting like cheap vodka and cigarettes.

her hands always found their way under your shirt, fumbling with the clasp of your bra while you gasped into her mouth. she’d squeeze your tits roughly, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under her touch. you’d moan softly, pressing closer, grinding against her thigh just a little, but it never went further than that.

clothes stayed mostly on. hands wandered, but never below the waist. it was always rushed, sloppy, and over too fast—someone would call shoko’s name or the music would change and you’d both pull away laughing, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

“just messing around,” shoko would say with that lazy smile, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. but for you… it was never just messing around.

every time her fingers slipped under your bra and pinched your nipple, you ached for more. every time she sucked on your tongue and squeezed your tits like she owned them, you wished she would push you against the wall and actually fuck you. you wanted her hands between your legs, wanted her mouth on your skin, wanted her to take you somewhere private and make you hers for real.

but you never said it. you swallowed it down, smiled like it was nothing, and told yourself it was just fun.

until it wasn’t anymore. because shoko started dating suguru.

it made perfect sense. they looked so good together—the two college heartthrobs. shoko with her effortless cool, cigarette dangling from her lips, pretty eyes and that lazy smile. suguru with his long dark hair, calm confidence, and that beauty that made people stare.

they fit. they looked like they belonged on magazine covers, like the kind of couple everyone secretly envied. when they walked into a room together, heads turned.

and now the corner makeouts stopped completely. now she sits in his lap at parties, kissing him slow and deep while his hands rest on her hips. you watch from the side, nursing your drink, trying to ignore the sharp twist in your chest every time she moans softly against his mouth.

you told yourself it didn’t bother you. you smiled when they told you they were official. you even teased them about how disgustingly cute they looked together.

but tonight, the jealousy feels like a live wire under your skin.

you’re all back at suguru’s apartment after another loud night out. the lights are low, music still playing softly from someone’s phone. you’re sitting on the couch with too sugary drink in your hand, watching them.

shoko is straddling suguru’s lap, kissing him slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes everything else disappear. her fingers are tangled in his long dark hair, hips rolling slowly against him as their tongues slide together wetly. every soft sound she makes hits you like a punch.

you look away, cheeks burning, but your eyes keep drifting back. you remember how her hands felt on your chest, how she used to pinch and knead your tits until you were panting. but now those hands are on him.

shoko eventually pulls back for air, lips shiny and swollen. her eyes find you across the couch and she tilts her head, studying your face.

“you’ve been quiet,” she says. “jealous?”

you shrug, trying to play it cool. “no, i’m not jealous.”

shoko lets out a soft laugh. she leans back against suguru’s chest, still straddling him, and looks at you with that familiar lazy smirk.

“liar. i know you.”

before you can protest, she slides off suguru’s lap and crawls over to you on the couch. her hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. without another word, she leans in and kisses you.

it’s slow at first, almost teasing, her lips soft and warm against yours. then she deepens it, tongue slipping into your mouth like she’s reminding you exactly what you’ve been missing. you can’t help the small sound that escapes you when she sucks lightly on your tongue.

when she finally pulls back just enough to speak, her breath fans over your wet lips.

“you missed it, didn’t you?” she murmurs. her fingers slide into your hair, tugging gently. “missed the way i kiss you.” she nips at your bottom lip. “my hands on you… the way we used to mess around at parties?

you feel your face heat up, embarrassment and want mixing together. shoko smiles against your mouth, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. suguru watches the two of you from the other side of the couch, a small amused smile playing on his lips.

“it’s okay,” she whispers, kissing you again, slower this time. “you don’t have to lie to me, baby.”

the kiss quickly turns deeper. shoko’s tongue slides against yours, while her hand slips under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach, and you shiver. she smiles into the kiss when she feels it.

without breaking away, shoko reaches for the hem of her own shirt and tugs it off. her bra is simple and black, but it looks perfect on her. she tosses the shirt aside and immediately returns to your mouth, kissing you harder now, more eager.

“your turn,” she murmurs against your lips.

her fingers are gentle but sure as she pulls your shirt up and over your head. the cool air hits your skin, making you feel exposed, but shoko doesn’t let you dwell on it. she kisses you again, deeper, while her hands roam over your bare waist and up to your chest. she squeezes your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden.

“so pretty,” she breathes. “always so pretty for me.”

you’re both breathing heavier when shoko pulls back just enough to look at suguru.

“she can join, right?” she asks, voice husky but soft.

suguru’s eyes go dark and he nods once. “yeah. come here.”

shoko grins and takes your hand, guiding you both toward him. suguru shifts on the couch, spreading his legs wider so there’s room. he pulls shoko onto his lap first, then gently tugs you until you’re straddling one of his thighs, facing shoko.

now you’re both on suguru’s lap—chest to chest, knees bracketing his thick thighs. shoko doesn’t waste time. she cups your face and kisses you again. your breasts press together, only thin fabric separating you. you can feel the heat of suguru’s body beside you, his hands resting lightly on both your waists.

suguru’s his gaze is heavy as shoko’s tongue slides into your mouth and you moan softly. then his hands start moving—one palm strokes up shoko’s back while the other caresses your side, thumb brushing just under your breast.

shoko breaks the kiss only to trail her lips along your jaw, then down to your neck. you tilt your head, gasping when she sucks lightly on your neck. suguru’s hand slides higher, finally cupping your breast from behind, squeezing gently while shoko kisses lower.

“look at you two,” suguru murmurs. “so fucking pretty together.”

his other hand rests on shoko’s hip, encouraging her as she rocks against his thigh. you’re both breathing hard, lips swollen, skin flushed. shoko pulls you back into another deep kiss, tongues tangling messily while suguru’s hands explore—one kneading your breast, the other sliding down shoko’s spine.

you feel surrounded. wanted. the jealousy from earlier slowly melts into something hotter, sweeter.

shoko smiles against your mouth and whispers, “missed you so much, baby.”

while you’re still lost in shoko’s kiss, suguru leans closer. his lips find the side of your neck. he presses open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, tongue tracing lightly as he sucks gentle marks. you whimper into shoko’s mouth, their caresses making your head spin.

suguru kisses down your shoulder, then hooks his fingers into the front of your bra and tugs it down, freeing your breasts. before you can even gasp, his hot mouth closes around your nipple.

you moan loudly, back arching instinctively. suguru sucks gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. the wet heat of his mouth combined with the slight scrape of his teeth makes your thighs shake.

shoko finally pulls back from the kiss just enough to look down between you. her eyes darken when she sees suguru’s mouth on your tit.

“fuck, that’s hot,” she breathes.

shoko watches the whole thing with dark, hooded eyes. she slides one hand down your stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. “can i touch you here?” she asks and when you nod desperately, she doesn’t hesitate.

shoko slips her hand inside your pants. her fingers immediately find how wet you already are, and she lets out a satisfied sound. “fuck… you’re so wet,” she says. “all this just for us?”

her middle finger drags slowly through your folds, gathering wetness before circling your clit with light, teasing strokes. when you twitch against her she kisses you again. shoko smiles against your lips. “so sensitive tonight.”

after a moment, shoko slides one finger lower and pushes it inside you, curling it slowly. you clench around her instantly, hips twitching forward into her hand. she adds a second finger, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace while her thumb keeps rubbing your clit.

“that’s it,” she whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth. “ride my fingers, baby. let us hear how good it feels.” shoko’s pace quickens slightly, fingers curling perfectly against that spot inside you with every thrust while she kisses you again and again, swallowing your moans.

at some point the night blurred into a haze of pleasure. you’re still on suguru’s lap, back pressed to his chest, completely drunk on them both. shoko’s fingers have been inside you for what feels like hours—curling, thrusting, rubbing your clit until you’re shaking and sobbing through another orgasm. every time you think you can’t take any more, suguru’s big hand wraps loosely around your throat, holding you in place while shoko pushes you over the edge again.

you’re their perfect little plaything tonight, and you’ve stopped pretending you want anything else.

when shoko finally pulls her fingers out, you whine at the loss, body twitching. she just smiles and brings her slick fingers to her own mouth to taste you. “she’s ready,” shoko says softly as she looks at suguru.

suguru doesn’t need to be told twice. he shifts you forward on the couch so you’re on your hands and knees, still facing shoko. his large hands grip your hips, pulling your ass back toward him. you hear the sound of his belt and zipper, then feel the blunt, fat head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

shoko watches with amusement, kneeling in front of you on the couch. she takes both of your hands in hers, lacing your fingers together tightly.

“breathe, baby,” she murmurs, thumbs stroking the back of your hands. “let him in.”

suguru pushes forward and the stretch is immediate and intense. his cock is thick—much thicker than shoko’s fingers—and you feel every inch as he slowly sinks into you from behind. your mouth falls open, eyes wide as the burn blooms deep inside you. he’s so big it almost hurts, but the pleasure is hotter.

“fuck… so tight,” suguru groans lowly, voice strained as he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.

shoko’s smile widens, clearly enjoying the way your face twists. she leans in and kisses your open mouth, swallowing the moan that finally escapes you.

“look at you,” she coos against your lips, still holding your hands. “taking his cock so well. your pretty little mouth falling open like that… so cute.”

suguru starts moving—slow, deep thrusts that rock your entire body forward with every snap of his hips. every time he drives back in, your tits bounce and your breath catches. shoko stays right there, holding both your hands firmly so you have something to anchor yourself to while suguru fucks you from behind.

“that’s it,” shoko whispers, eyes locked on your face. “let him fuck you. rock forward for me, baby… just like that.”

you do exactly what she says, pushing back to meet suguru’s thrusts and rocking forward into shoko’s space with every movement. she keeps watching, mesmerized, occasionally leaning in to kiss you while suguru’s pace gradually turns harder, deeper.

the wet sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and suguru’s grunts. shoko never lets go of your hands, squeezing them tighter every time suguru hits that perfect spot inside you and makes your eyes roll back.

“good girl,” suguru growls from behind, one hand sliding up to grip your hair gently. “taking me so fucking well.”

shoko laughs softly, pressing another kiss to your parted lips. “keep moaning like that,” she teases. “i could watch you get fucked by him all night.”

after a while, suguru slows his thrusts and pulls out with a wet sound. you whine at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already manhandling you gently, turning you around to face him. “come here.” he sits back on the couch and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him, chest to chest. “ride me.”

you’re so drunk on pleasure that you barely register how quickly you obey. your hands brace on his broad shoulders as you sink down onto his thick cock again. the stretch is still intense, but your body is so wet and used that he slides in easier this time.

shoko settles on one of suguru’s thick thighs so she’s pressed flush against your back. her bare breasts are hot against your skin, nipples hard as they brush along your spine. one of her arms wraps around your waist while her other hand slides down between your bodies.

“keep riding him, baby,” she whispers right against your ear. “let me feel you.”

you start moving—slow, shaky rolls of your hips as you ride suguru’s cock. every time you sink down, he groans deeply, hands gripping your thighs to help guide you. shoko’s fingers find your clit from behind, rubbing slick circles while she grinds herself against suguru’s thigh, her soaked pussy sliding wetly over his skin.

shoko’s warm breasts press tighter against your back with every roll of her hips. her breath is hot on your neck as she kisses and bites gently along your shoulder. her fingers never stop teasing your clit, occasionally dipping lower to feel where suguru’s thick cock stretches you open.

you’re completely drunk on them. your mind has gone hazy, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as soft, helpless moans keep falling from your mouth. you barely register anything except the heat, the stretch, and the constant pleasure.

“so good,” suguru groans. his hands squeeze your hips, helping you bounce on him harder. “look at you… taking my cock so deep.”

shoko hums in agreement, pressing her chest firmer against your back as she grinds faster on his thigh. her fingers move quicker on your clit, slick sounds filling the air.

“she’s so out of it,” shoko laughs softly, kissing the back of your neck. “completely drunk on us. aren’t you, baby? just letting us use this pretty body however we like.”

you can only whimper in response, head falling back against shoko’s shoulder as you keep riding suguru.

“tell us how you like it, baby,” suguru says. “you want it deeper? faster?”

shoko leans in closer, lips brushing your ear from behind. “yeah… use your words,” she teases softly. “tell us what feels good. you want me to keep playing with your pretty clit while you ride his cock?”

you try to answer.

your mouth opens, but only a soft, hazy whimper comes out. your mind is too foggy, body too overwhelmed with pleasure. every nerve is sparking, your thoughts melted into nothing but heat and the feeling of being used so perfectly between them. you can barely form a single coherent word.

“i… ah— i…” is all you manage.

shoko lets out a quiet, fond laugh against your neck. “aww, listen to her,” she coos, clearly amused by how gone you are. “can’t even speak anymore. so cute.”

she slides her free hand up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face toward her. she kisses you again. her tongue slips into your mouth, tasting every helpless little sound you make while suguru keeps rocking you steadily on his cock.

“it’s okay, baby,” she whispers, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “you don’t have to say anything. we already know exactly what you need.”

suguru leans forward to kiss your collarbone, then looks up at shoko with dark eyes. “she’s clenching so hard around me. keep touching her. i want to feel her cum on my cock.”

shoko smiles against your skin and circles your clit faster. “don’t worry,” she purrs, voice dripping with heat. “we’re nowhere near done with her yet.”

sometime later, you’re completely spent.

your body has gone limp, limbs heavy and trembling from the endless waves of pleasure. you’ve lost count of how many times they made you cum—on suguru’s cock, on shoko’s fingers, between their mouths and hands. every inch of you feels used, warm, and satisfied in the best kind of way.

you barely have the strength to keep your eyes open anymore.

shoko notices first. she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face. “you’re done, huh?” she whispers fondly, voice still a little breathless. “poor baby… we wore you out.”

you manage a tiny, hazy nod, eyes already fluttering shut. the last thing you feel is shoko carefully pulling you down onto the couch, laying you on your side so you’re comfortable. she tucks a blanket over your naked body.

“sleep. we’ve got you.”

your eyelids grow heavier. the world starts to fade. through the sleepy haze, you catch the soft sounds beside you.

shoko lets out a quiet moan as suguru pulls her closer. you barely manage to crack your eyes open just enough to see them. suguru has shoko on her back right next to you, his large body covering hers. he’s kissing her deeply, while he pushes inside her.

shoko’s back arches, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she wraps her legs around his waist. “suguru…”

he groans low in his throat, hips starting to move in deep, steady strokes. the wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the quiet room again. suguru’s hand slides up to cup shoko’s breast, thumb brushing over her nipple as he fucks her right there beside you.

shoko turns her head slightly, eyes half-lidded, and looks at your sleepy face. even as suguru thrusts into her, she reaches out and gently laces her fingers with yours, holding your hand while she gets fucked.

“goodnight, baby,” she whispers to you, voice sweet even as it breaks into a moan.

you can’t answer anymore. your eyes finally slip shut completely, the last image burned gently into your mind: suguru’s broad back moving over shoko, her hand warm in yours, the quiet sounds of them making love right beside you.

it feels strangely comforting.

you fall asleep like that—exhausted, satisfied, and wrapped in the soft afterglow of being theirs, even if only for tonight. the steady rhythm of suguru’s hips and shoko’s breathy moans lull you deeper into sleep, their presence safe beside you.

[silverlullabies]

John Price who was raised right and to treat women with respect. His mama, God rest her soul, had drilled manners into him from the cradle. “You treat a woman like a lady,” she’d say, wooden spoon raised, “or I’ll box your ear so hard you’ll hear bells for a week.”

So he does. Doors held open with a quiet “After you, love.” Chairs pulled out before you could even reach for them. Always walking on the outside of the sidewalk, one big hand hovering at the small of your back. Says “ma’am” without thinking, tippin his hat when he passes a woman on base, and never once raises his voice to a lady unless it was to bark an order that kept her alive.

Respect wasn’t optional; it was bone deep, the kind of thing that made people blink twice when they saw a man like him acting like a gentleman from a black and white film. Out there, he was steady and protective and the last good man in a world gone to hell.

John Price who fucks nasty when he’s got you in bed, turns into something deliberately mean.

He has your against the wall before the door latch catching, one massive hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back at an angle that bare your throat to the ceiling, “Been thinking about this greedy little cunt all fuckin’ day" he rumbles. Two thick fingers shove down the front of your pants and push inside you without warning, curling hard, searching for that spot just to make you jerk. When he finds you soaked, he laughs once, mocking. “Pathetic. My sloppy little whore, soaked before I even got my cock out. Your cunt’s got no shame, does it?”

He bends you over the edge of the bed and there's nothing gentle in it, one heavy palm between your shoulder blades slamming your face down into the duvet. When he pushes into you the stretch is immediate, total, your body forced to accommodate him all at once, and the sound that comes out of you is too wrecked to be dignified.

He fucks you like he's pissed off and is taking it out on your cunt. Hard strokes that shove you up the mattress with every snap of his hips.

His hand cracks across your ass sharp and mean and the bloom of heat that follows is so sudden your vision jumps. Another. Another. The prints his palm leaves rise red and immediate against your skin and you're crying, tears soaking into the duvet, and he wraps his hand around your throat from behind. "That's it. Taking every fuckin' inch like the cock drunk whore you are."

He squeezes tighter. Your vision tunnels, soft and white at the edges, and your pussy clamps down around him so hard he groans. He feels you right there, right on the edge-

-and pulls out completely.

The sudden emptiness rips a broken whine from your throat. He slaps his heavy cock against your swollen clit, once, twice, watching you twitch and sob with every wet smack.

"Beg me," he orders. "Beg me to let you come, or I'll finish myself off and make you lick every drop of the mess off my boots."

You’re shaking, tears streaming, voice thin and desperate as you babble please-please-please. Your nails dig into his thighs hard enough to leave marks.

When he bullies back inside you the orgasm hits before he's fully seated, cresting and cresting and not stopping, one bleeding into the next. He keeps fucking you through it, hand still locked around your throat, the mattress soaked beneath you, until your vision whites out and the only thing left is the relentless, mean weight of him using you exactly how he wants.

Or sometimes he’s in a quieter mood, mean in a slower, crueler way.

He’ll push you to your knees, fist your hair, and feed you his cock inch by inch until it’s buried deep in your throat. He holds you there. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. Watching your eyes water and your throat convulse around him while spit runs down your chin and drips onto your tits.

He delivers a sharp, stinging little slap to your cheek, then another, voice low and mocking as he coos, “Eyes up here, love. Look at the fucking mess you’re making. Drooling all over yourself like a brainless cocksleeve. You were built for this, weren’t you? Built to choke on my cock until you can’t think straight.”

He pulls back just enough to let you gasp a breath, then forces you down again until his balls are against your chin, fucking your throat with slow thrusts, while he watches the tears carve tracks down your face.

“That’s it. Cry for it. Captain’s good little whore.”

His mother would be horrified.

[yourm0om]

Your Body Is A Work Of Art

Synopsis: “Walking into your ceramics class, you went to work on an unfinished project you had. As you worked, your clay instructor went behind the curtain as he did every class. Mr. Higuruma never let you behind the curtain; you never knew why until now. You peeked behind the curtain to see a statue of you being made. Before you could retreat, he stopped you with a look of heat and displeasure.”

Content Warning: Teacher/student dynamic, fem! reader, dom/top Hiromi, sub/bottom reader, art project, modeling for an art project, petnames ("'romi", and "Princess"), body worship, established consent, Hiromi is actually obsessed with reader, mentions of Hiromi almost coming I think twice, Impreg mentions

Now Playing ---- If I Ever Fall In Love (Original Acapella Version)

a/n: Hi my lovelies!! I missed you all!! So the main reason for me being gone so long was very simple. My biggest hater: writers block. But I was doomscrolling one day and this lovely soul graced me with a story idea I couldn't pass up! So you all say thank you as you read on! Anyways, this is not proofread and I hope you guys enjoy!!

Your breath was caught in your throat as you looked up at your clay instructor, Mr. Higuruma. He had caught you peeking, and you’ve finally seen the secret behind the curtain. It was a beautiful nude statue of you. “I take it you find pleasure in disobeying my instructions. I explicitly told you to stay behind this curtain, yes?” He said, stepping in front of your line of sight, blocking you from seeing any more of the statue. You swallowed hard, nodding your head. “Now, I have to destroy this work of art because you’ve seen it.” He walked back towards the sculpture and ran his long fingers through his hair. Your eyes were stuck to the statue; it was a heavenly depiction of your body.

“You don't have to.” You whispered, looking back at your professor, eyes darting back and forth between him and the statue. His eyebrows furrowed and you looked away from him nervously. “P-plus some things a little inaccurate.” Hiromi stepped closer to you. “Like what?” You stepped to the backside of the statue. “I have a couple of beauty marks on my back.” You slowly unbuttoned your blouse, your back facing him. You could hear his breath hitch as the white shirt slid down your back and dropped to the floor.

Hiromi’s jaw was unbelievably tight as he struggled to keep his composure. You reached around to the back, undoing your bra straps and letting it fall to the floor in front of you. Hiromi was staring at your back, trying to commit every detail to memory. He wanted to burn the image into his brain. “Mr. Higuruma? Your statue?” Hiromi’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, slowly moving back towards the statue. You kept your back towards him, allowing him to make the corrections he needed. Suddenly, you felt his hand gently guiding your head to the side a little so he could see your side profile.

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding when he stepped back. As he worked, you could hear him mumbling about how gorgeous you are. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see he was completely enthralled by getting something right on the statue. You quietly rid yourself of the rest of your clothes before returning to your original position. You could hear his breathing stop when he looked back at you. Hiromi cleared his throat and looked away even though every bone in his body was screaming at him to look. 

“y/n, where are your clothes?” You turned to him, allowing him to see you fully nude. “I mean, if you’re going to create a nude statue of me, you might as well see the real thing to make it as accurate as possible. Right?” Hiromi stepped away from the statue and slowly walked closer to you. “Can I…Can I touch you?” You swallowed and nodded. His fingers were cold to the touch and his hands started at your waist and slowly snaked up to your chest. Hiromi’s hands moved slowly as if he were trying to commit your body to his memory, fearing that he’d never see or touch a divine body such as yours ever again.

A chill went down your spine as he rolled your nipples between his pointer and thumb. You were embarrassingly soaked and you knew that he was teasing you, waiting to see how long it’d take you to break. You were trying to hold on as much as you could, but you felt like you were getting more and more needy with every grope and squeeze. You felt Hiromi’s hands everywhere; just not where you needed most. Hiromi’s hands firmly squeezed your ass, groaning at how plush you felt in his hands.

“Mr. Higuruma, please.” He looked down at you. “Hiromi.” He corrected. “Hiromi, please.” He tilted his head to the side. What is it that you want from me, Princess?” The nickname made you squirm. “T-touch me.” You said meekly, trying to look anywhere but him but his hand held your jaw firmly in place. He chuckled and the sound made your pussy clench. “I am touching you already sweet thing.” You huffed. “I-I mean between my thighs..?” He smiled before sitting you on a chair and slowly sinking to his knees.

He slowly parted your legs, gently kissing the inside of your knee. You raised your knee above and put it over his shoulder. “Hiromi, please.” He smiled, continuing to kiss up your thigh. “You want me to eat this gorgeous pussy?” You swallowed, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “P-please.” Hiromi leaned forward before saying. “You’re already soaked? So needy for me and I’ve barely done anything. You like being on display? My needy little model.” He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, making you gasp.

“Shhh, look, you know that class is still in session, right?” You whimpered, looking over and seeing some of your classmates working on different pottery projects. “Do your best to stay quiet, yes?” Before you could respond, Hiromi was feverishly eating your cunt, his tongue darting in and out of your hole, his nose bumping against your clit every time he fucked your cunt with his tongue. Your thighs shook, back arched against the chair and you covered your face embarrassed. “Uh-uh. I want to see your pretty face.” You whimpered, biting your lip as you gently rocked your hips against his face. 

Hiromi on the other hand, felt like he was going to burst in his pants. He had a raging hard-on and he felt like a teenager again. “You taste fucking amazing, Princess.” He wanted nothing more than to reach down and grope himself through his pants, but he knew if he did, he’d cum in his pants.You whined, attempting to keep your noises down, but that was hard when he was eating your pussy like he hadn’t eaten for days. 

“F-fuck, Hiromi. S-slow down!” He groaned, unable to stop himself. You tasted heavenly to him and he couldn’t stop. No, not when you were making those pretty noises and your thighs were shaking. Hiromi knew you were close and there was no way in hell he was stopping now. “Come on, Princess. Cum for me. Be a good, fucking girl and cum all over my fucking face.” You arched your back and rocked your hips against his face, breathing hard. “F-fuck, I’m going to cum..!” He smiled against your clit, determined to get you to an orgasm. Suddenly, two of his fingers slipped inside of you, pressing hard against your sweet spot. 

“O-oh fuck!” You groaned your thighs squeezing his head, his tongue flicking against your clit. Your eyes shut and you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Your toes curled and you gripped a handful of his hair, tugging him closer to your core. You used your free hand to cover your mouth and you came, hard. Hiromi didn’t pull away, he ate you and fingered you through your orgasm, dragging it out longer, helping you ride the wave completely.

When he finally pulled away, your whole body relaxed and you were breathing heavily. He stood up, grabbing a napkin and checking his watch. Part of you didn’t want this to end. You’ve been wanting your professor to take you since you came to his class for the first time. He wiped his face and left you there and you could hear him dismissing the class. You eventually caught your breath and sat up, reaching for your clothes. He came back behind the curtain and his eyebrows furrowed. “You’re leaving?” You looked up at him before saying “I didn’t think you’d want me to stay. You’ve dismissed the class.”

He shook his head. “I dismissed them because I want to hear your pretty moans while I fucked that delicous cunt of yours.” You smiled, spreading your legs wide. You watched as Hiromi fumbled with his belt, trying to get his pants off as quickly as possible. When boxers came off, your eyes widened and your pussy was already aching for him. “Hurry up. I can’t wait anymore.” With your words, he pressed his tip against your soaked hole and eased himself inside, hissing at how perfectly your pussy gripped his cock. “Fuck, Princess. You feel like you were fucking made for me.”

You gasped as his thick cock stretched you out beautifully, filling you up perfectly. “S-shit, ‘romi.” The man smiled. “Love the nickname.” He teased when in reality, he was doing everything he could to keep himself from coming too quickly. The way your tight heat sucked him in and gripped him so perfectly, he could barely hold back. Hiromi bottomed out inside of you and your whole body shook. You were seeing stars as every thrust of his hips seemed to knock the wind out of your lungs.

You whined, your thighs shaking slightly as his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in time with his deep thrusts. Your neck went limp and these obscene noises were falling from your lips. Hiromi kissed you, greedily swallowing your moans as he fucked your cunt. “Oh- fuckkkk yes!!” You said once Hiromi broke the kiss to look where the two of you were connected. A soft cry left you as an orgasm was already rapidly approaching from the repeated abuse to your g-spot. “Ah! Wait s-slow down! You’re gonna make me-.”

Hiromi didn’t stop though. Your begging and delicious noises made his hips move faster, the chair creaking under your combined weight and the intense and harsh thrusts. Your nails dug into his shoulders, small crescent-shaped dents in his skin forming under his button-up shirt. He always looked so proper and put together. But now, his face was flushed, skin hot to the touch, and his dress shirt wrinkled, all because of this obsession of you that he left fester and grow for too long. Now here he was, fucking you so hard, you had begun to drool.

Your back arched and you found yourself coming undone on his cock. You gasped as your muscles got taut and Hiromi’s hand covered your mouth as you screamed into his hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit. Your eyes rolled back, toes curled and you squirted, drenching your professor in your orgasm. Hiromi fucked you through your orgasm, attempting to hardest to keep himself from coming right there. The nasty sounds coming from where he was fucking you nice filled the small space behind the curtain, only further fueling Hiromi’s desires and fantasies. 

“Fuck, I need to cum inside of you. Are you on birth control? Please tell me you’re on birth control.” You were too fucked out to answer and Hiromi couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. He groaned, his hips snapping forward hard and he buried his face into your neck as he let out a feral grunt, a string of curses leaving his lips as you felt him filling your cunt to the brim with his cum. 

It didn’t register at first, but once you finally came down from your high, you were too fucked out to care about his seed planted deep inside of you. You let out a content sigh, your jaw trembling with exhaustion as your muscles finally allowed you to relax. You were completely fucked out and so glad that he’d been the one to make you feel like this. Your body finally relaxed and you felt yourself fighting sleep. “Fuck, ‘romi. ‘m not on birth control.” You mumbled, your words slurred as a result of the thorough fucking he had just given you. As you drifted off, you heard Hiromi curse. “Fuck”

When you woke, your body had his sweater draped over you, him sitting in front of you, drawing something. “What are you drawing?” You whispered. Hiromi looked up from his sketchbook, closing it and putting it on the floor. “Never mind that.” He said, giving you some water. What you wouldn’t find out was a page in that book was a drawing of you, barefoot and pregnant. Part of him was freaking out about the possibility of having gotten you pregnant, but another part of him didn’t mind that at all.

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Taglist: @ane5e, @luvchosooo

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[yourm0om]

Guys...

This possible tumblr update???

So I've been seeing a couple of posts about a new tumblr update and I'm telling you guys, I'm not liking it at all. If they actually go through with this update, I might deactivate my account for a while. It sucks, but I hate it.

For context, in short terms, if you repost a work, the original author/artist/creator doesn't get the notes. Currently, if you repost something, any likes that your repost gets goes to the original author. If the update happens, whoever reposts it get's the note and doesn't give the author any.

That sucks real bad and it might sound petty or silly, but coming from someone who experiences heavy writers block, every note or reblog I get makes me happy because I know that even though I had some trouble producing it, at least someone else liked it.

For now, the update hasn't been implemented as far as I know, and I'm not 100% sure what I'll do if it does, but I'll let you guys know if I change my mind.

@tumblr @staff

[yourm0om]

You guys I'm backkkk. Did y'all miss me?

yes or no guys

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[gojosconsort]

mdni. giving nanami his first titty fuck.

the first time you suggest it, nanami freezes.

you’re straddling his lap on the living-room couch, both of you still half-dressed from a long day that bled into a longer night. his tie is loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned to the neck, sleeves rolled to the elbows. your blouse hangs open, bra pushed down just enough that your breasts spill free—soft, warm, flushed from his earlier mouth.

he stares at the sight like he’s trying to solve a particularly difficult equation.

“you want…” his voice is rougher than usual, the careful enunciation fraying at the edges. “you want me to—”

“yes.” you cup yourself, lifting, offering. “right here. between them.”

his adam’s apple bobs. hard.

nanami has always been precise. controlled. every movement measured, every touch deliberate. he’s never rushed, never sloppy, never let instinct override decorum. but now his hands tremble—just a fraction—when they settle on your hips.

you slide down his thighs until you’re kneeling between his spread legs. his trousers are still on, belt undone, zipper lowered, cock already thick and flushed dark against his stomach. he’s leaking steadily, a bead of precum sliding down the shaft. he doesn’t touch himself. he waits.

you lean forward and the first press of your breasts around him makes him exhale through his nose—sharp, almost pained. warm skin envelops him, soft and yielding. you squeeze them together, creating a perfect channel, and slowly drag upward.

his head tips back against the couch. eyes close. jaw clenches so hard the muscle jumps. “f-fuck,” he breathes—the word so quiet you almost miss it. nanami kento almost never swears.

you smile while you move again—down, then up, letting the head of him nudge the underside of your chin with every pass. slick smears across your neck, warm and slippery and your nipples drag against his shirt with every stroke.

“is this—” his voice cracks, barely. “is this what you wanted?”

you hum, low and pleased, and squeeze tighter.

he groans—deep, broken, nothing like his usual restraint. hips jerk once, helpless, fucking up into the soft tunnel you’ve made. the motion is small, almost polite, but it sends another thick pulse of precum spilling over your skin.

you lean down and lick the tip once—just a flick of tongue—and his whole body locks.

“don’t,” he rasps. “i’ll—”

you do it again.

his control splinters.

hips snap up harder this time, chasing the heat of your mouth, the pressure of your breasts. he’s panting now—short, ragged sounds he tries to swallow. “please,” he says, and it’s so raw, so unlike him, that it makes your core clench.

you speed up. tighter. wetter. the slide is filthy now, skin sticking and releasing with every thrust. his cock throbs between your breasts, veins standing out, head flushed an angry red.

then a choked sound tears out of him. thick ropes spill across your chest, your throat, one stray stripe catching the corner of your mouth. he trembles through it, hips stuttering, eyes squeezed shut like the pleasure is physically painful. when he finally opens them again, they’re glassy. dazed. reverent.

he reaches up with shaking fingers and wipes the corner of your lip with his thumb. then he pulls you up and kisses you before he whispers, “i didn’t know i could want like this.”

[yourm0om]

Assassin!Toji was finally back home. He had gone on “business”. You knew what he did for work and you were grateful that he had flat out told you instead of you having to find out some other horrific way. You laid in bed, half asleep when

Assassin!Toji walked into the bedroom, grunting. He shuffled around in the darkness with ease, knowing the layout like the back of his hand and being used to sneaking around in the dark; even if this time wasn’t to kill someone and it was simply to keep himself from waking you up. 

“Baby?” You mumbled, clicking on the bedside lamp. The soft light illuminated the room and you could see Assassin!Toji taking off his clothes. “Hey, Doll. Did I wake you?” He asked, turning his back to you. You didn’t respond and your breath hitched. His back was perfectly toned, properly worked out and littered in scars from his job. You hadn’t seen him in sometime and you unfortunately had to resort to some cheap sex toy that you only used when he was gone for work.

“Doll, you’re staring and drooling all over the sheets.” He said, watching you through the full-body mirror in the room. Your face flushed, but you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t focus on forming a sentence as you watched him untie the knot on his sweatpants, letting the pants drop around his ankles. Assassin!Toji turned around to face you. “You missed me that much that your fucking drooling from watching me undress?” You took in a shaky breath before finally talking.

“That’s not fair. You do the same thing when I get out of the shower.” His laugh rang out in the room, causing your face to heat up even more. “Then come, let me show you just how much I appreciate your body then.” Assassin!Toji moved to climb on the bed and you stopped him, placing your foot against his chest. “You haven’t showered and that would mean I’m stuck changing the sheets before we go to bed. I don’t want to sleep on sheets from outside.”

Assassin!Toji groaned, knowing he took off his clothes and grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards him and he picked you up, pressing your back against the wall. “Then I’ll just take you like this and you can shower with me then.”

That’s how you ended you bent over in the shower, hands against the wall as Assassin!Toji pumped his third load into you, working towards his fourth and your sixth orgasm. Your knees buckled and he grabbed you by your neck, holding you up. “Come on. Don’t give out on me now. Not when I haven’t even gotten to choke you yet.” You whined as his grip around your neck tightened.

Assassin!Toji was brutally fucking the entrance of your cervix and cutting off your air supply at the same time. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, and he smiled. “Just take a little more for me, yeah?” He purred in your ear, his cock twitching inside of you as he changed and put you into a headlock.

The position forced your back to arch as he continued to fuck you silly. “So fucking pretty.” Assassin!Toji was getting off on this, choking the life out of you as he fucked you rough and hard. You were just as bad, tits bouncing with every drive of his hips. Your eyes got teary as your vision grew blurry. You were so fucking close. 

So when Assassin!Toji's cock brushed against that spot and allowed you to breathe, which sent you over the edge, gasping for air that you could hardly get with how hard your orgasm was hitting you. You tightened around him, nails digging into his biceps, and you pushed him over the edge too, and he spilled his seed deep inside you again.

“Welcome home, ‘ji.”

a/n: funny story, I wrote this in 15 minutes. I was surprised I even came up with this idea in the first place, but I'm working on something you guys won't see until later. So I hope you guys enjoy this short little post that I cooked up. Anyway, this isn't proofread and comment 🎫 if you'd like to put in a taglist for Toji. I hope y'all enjoyed it! xx

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[yourm0om]

"Spine Breaker"

Synopsis: You had been dating Sukuna for a while, but the intimacy between the two of you never went beyond holding hands and cuddling. So when you finally worked up the courage to sleep with Sukuna, you had one hell of a night.

Content Warning: Spine tat, bf sukuna, first time having sex with Sukuna, hitting it from the back, praise, a little condescending, nicknames (woman, "'kuna"), cumshot, afab reader

Now Playing ---- Girl With the Tattoo Enter.lewd By Miguel

a/n: Hello hello! I'm back again. But funny thing, @luvchosooo had given me this idea almost 2 years ago, and I never got around to writing it, but I wanted to write something, so I decided it was time. So you guys can thank her for that. Anyways, this is so not proofread, and you guys can dm me or comment 🎫 if you want to be put in a taglist for Sukuna. Enjoy!! xx

You were an adventurous teenager. Hanging out with whoever was around and you’ve always wanted tattoos. So when you finally got some, you were over the moon. However, you’re now older, responsible. You work an office job and you were in a relationship. The man, Sukuna, looked big and scary and to most people he was, but to you? He was the greatest boyfriend you could ask for. Even though he was always grumpy and moody, he was sweet when he wanted to be. You and Sukuna had never slept with one another, but with a little bit of alcohol, enough to get the ball rolling, but not for you to be blackout drunk, you finally made your move on him.

The pair of you were sitting on the floor in the living room, relaxing and drinking as you finally had a day off that aligned with his schedule. The liquor burned in your chest but you didn’t care. You couldn’t when your boyfriend was shirtless and in some old sweatpants that he had. Your body was fucking aching for him and before you could stop yourself, you began to crawl closer to him. Your slow creeping didn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna. He actually noticed it right away.

“What’re you doing, woman?” Sukuna asked, pouring himself another glass of the liquor. “I can’t desire to be closer to my boyfriend?” You asked and he scoffed. “You like your space and I like mine. What? Are you already drunk?” He asked, sounding almost annoyed. Your brows furrowed and you huffed. “I’m not drunk! Just a little buzzed.” Sukuna laughed before saying “Already?” You rolled your eyes and climbed into his lap, catching him off guard. “Again, what are you doing, woman?” “The liquid courage is kicking in.” You simply said, unconsciously rocking your hips against his clothed crotch.

Sukuna hisses before saying “Woman, you’re playing a dangerous game here and you're drunk-” “I am not!” “-fine, half drunk. And I don’t need you regretting this in the morning.” You swallowed, looking up at him through your lashes. “I won’t regret it. I’ve been thinking about it for a month and a half, but I haven’t gotten the courage to initiate, and of course you won’t do it, you're oblivious and about as clueless as a bag of rocks.” Sukuna grabs your jaw, pulling your gaze up. “Watch it, woman.”

“So, are you gonna fuck me or not?” You plainly asked, opening your mouth wide enough to take his thumb into your mouth and pressing your tongue flat against it. “You’re fucking dangerous.” Sukuna picked you up, seeming like he was trying his damned hardest to hold back until he got to the bedroom. “‘M not a virgin, y’know. I can handle it.” You whispered in his ear, your warm breath tickling him slightly. Those words caused something in him to snap; he kissed you animalistically, growling between each time the kiss breaks. 

Sukuna dropped you onto the bed, kissing you harshly as he began to pull your clothes off, hardly being able to contain his overflowing lust. Your body felt like it was on fire. Between Sukuna’s hands roaming your body and his lips planting sloppy kissing everywhere as he unhooked your bra, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Sukuna laid you on your back and his head dipped between your thighs. Before you could stop him, the sound of fabric ripping filled your ears. You looked down only to slam your eyes shut and arch your back. 

Sukuna had ripped your panties, no longer being able to wait for you to take the rest of your clothes off. You hadn’t even noticed your discarded pajama pants, partially grateful that he hadn’t ripped those. Sukuna began eating you out, working you up as he could already tell how pent up you were. Surely you hadn’t had time to masturbate because of your job and him being in close proximity, he knew you were pent up.

Your hips rocked against his tongue, his nose bumping against your clit as he tounge-fucked your pussy. You whined, tears brewing in your eyes as you were so fucking sensitive. You could already feel your orgasm growing closer and closer. You had never gotten this close, this fast. Not by yourself and definitely not at the hand of another person. “Ahh- ‘kuna!” You moaned out, your thighs beginning to shake around his head. “Already? Go ahead, woman. Let yourself go and feel good.” 

You did, your body tensing as you came hard, grabbing a hold of his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy and riding out your high. Your body finally went limp, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Fuck.” You whispered, trying to re-collect yourself. Sukuna flipped you over, putting you on your hands and knees before he stopped, suddenly going quiet. “W-what?” You whispered, a little confused. “A spine tattoo?” Sukuna whispered, his hands gently tracing the tattoo from between your shoulder blades down to the small of your back. 

They were red spider lilies starting between your shoulder blades and down to the middle of your back and the stems flowing prettily and intertwining down to the small of your back. The tattoo, a pretty good representation of you; danger and beauty. The flower is dangerous and poisonous. Not that you would be able to tell by the look of it.

Sukuna’s breathing had changed slightly; more feral like. “I can’t fucking wait.” Sukuna said, his tip poking at your entrance. You tightened as you felt him slowly easing himself into you. He hissed, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as he continued to fuck deep inside of you. Your back arched when he bottomed out, his hand slowly pressed into your back, deepening your arch.

Sukuna cursed under his breath as he felt you tightening around him. His hips began to snap back and forth as best as he could because of how tight you were squeezing around him. You couldn’t breath with how hard he was thrusting deep into you, knocking the wind out of your lungs with every brutal thrust. You moaned, thighs shaking as your boyfriend pressed you into the mattress, the inked, raised skin under his touch making your body shake more. Sukna straightened himself, allowing you to throw yourself back onto him, fucking yourself on his cock.

You eagerly threw your ass back, fucking back onto him. He groaned, watching as your ass bounced. “So fucking pretty when you getlike this. You should have told me you were ready for this a long time ago.” Sukuna’s hand came to your belly and slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit and being sure to match the pace as you were fucking back onto him. Your thighs shook, but Sukuna kept his pace, moving his hands to your hips and pulling you back hard. 

Your tongue lolled out and your head hung low, Sukuna’s cock dragging along your gummy walls, knowing that he was hitting your sweet spot. “So fucking good!” You whined, your arms giving out underneath you. That didn’t stop Sukuna from fucking you. No, it only made him act more savagely. “F-fuck, ‘kuna slow d-down!” Your boyfriend growled, leaning forward and growling in your ear. “Why would I? When your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight. Trying to milk me for everything I got.” Your back arched further and you cried out in pleasure. 

“Ahh fuck. ‘kuna ‘m gonna cum!” Sukuna smiled before saying, “Go ahead and cum for me, Woman.” You slam your eyes shut, allowing your orgasm to wash over you, hitting you hard. Your thighs shook and your jaw went slack. Your chest heaved and Sukuna pulled out, groaning as he came on your back, practically covering your tattoo in his cum. Out of breath, all he could say was:

“Fucking perfect.” 

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[yourm0om]

Guys, I'm currently working on something, and I don't know if I want it to be long or short. Plus, I also want to know if I should make a part two of the cam!girl reader x Toji that I wrote during Kinktober. Let me know if you guys would want to see that!

-Kenny xx

[yourm0om]

"You Belong To Me"

Synopsis: You had been married to Suguru for two years, give or take, but you also had a work husband, Satoru. He was a bit too...handsy or overly friendly, even though you told him you had a husband. So when a work party arrived, you invited your husband to tag along.

Content Warning: slight body worship, pussy eating, slight overstimulation, face riding, pussy drunk husband, jealousy, back of a car, kinda aggressive Suguru, service top Suguru, afab Reader.

Now Playing ---- Fill The Void By The Weekend

a/n: Hello, my lovelies! This was originally intended to be a heavy body worship session, but it didn't go as planned. However, I'm still happy with the results. If you have anything you'd like to see, feel free to let me know in the comments or through my asks. As always, this is not proofread, and comment 🎫 if you wanna be in a taglist for Suguru. Enjoy! xx

You and Suguru were at a work party of yours. You normally didn’t bother attending them, but it was a good way to get your “work husband” to understand that you were actually married. So you asked your husband to attend, he agreed, and the pair of you got dressed for the event. When you two got there, he helped you out of the car, being the gentleman that he was, and you took his arm, walking into the place. As soon as you check your coat, your work husband comes over. “Finally, my wife is here, guys. I was starting to think you were going to stand me up.” 

Suguru’s jaw tightened and he placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him and created distance between you and your co-worker. “Oh yes, Satoru, this is my husband, Suguru.” Satoru holds his hand out, only to be met by Suguru’s hard gaze. “Nice to meet you, Su-” “Geto is fine.” Satoru chuckled. “Right..” Gojo’s voice trailed off and he turned back to you and began leading you to the table. “So, sweetheart, I’ve bought drinks for the table and I wasn’t sure if you were going to come or not, so I didn’t buy your drink so you could tell me your order and I’ll get it-” 

“I got her drink.” Suguru said, stepping between the two of you and walking with his hand on the small of your back. Gojo held his hands up before saying. “Alright, I won’t touch her, geez. You do look amazing in that dress, by the way.” You smiled at him, thanking him for the compliment and it took everything for Suguru not to tighten his hold on you. He needed to relax. The three of you got to the table and you began greeting everyone, introducing your husband to them.

When you sat down, a waiter brought your drink over and the women at the table were shocked at how he treated you, not used to witnessing such behavior, let alone experiencing it. The night dragged on and Gojo continued “jokingly” flirting with you. Suguru got up from his seat to go to the bathroom and when he returned, he saw Gojo in his seat next to you, his hand on your thigh. Suguru was mad, to say the least. He politely found the waiter that had been waiting the table, he asked to pay for the two of you guys tab and tipped the waiter well before getting the coats and returning from the table.

He made up some bullshit excuse that you knew wasn’t true, but you were ready to leave anyway. Suguru helped you put your coat on and aah your good byes. When you go to leave, Satoru stands. “Gonna leave without giving your husband a kiss?” He asked, teasingly and Suguru kissed you, making sure Satoru was watching. “You are not her husband.” Was all he said, before walking out of the restaurant with you latched to his arm. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but you had a pretty good idea why Suguru was acting the way he was. 

You both got into the car and sat there for a moment and Suguru got out of the car and into the back seat, already taking off his tie. “Back here, now.” You climbed back into the backseat and Suguru reclined the chair all the way back, allowing you to lay back. His hands spread your legs, scrunching your dress up at your waist before sliding your panties off of your waist and hooking your knees over his shoulders. “Suguru!” You shouted, your back arching as he licked a long stripe from your fluttering hole up to your clit. 

Suguru’s dominant hand came up and gently pulled the hood of your clit back, rubbing the flat of his tongue against your clit. You jumped, clamping your thighs around his head. “Suguru!” You shouted before biting your lip, attempting to quiet your moans but when Suguru notices your muffled noises, it pushes him to do extra. His pointer finger finds your entrance and he begins to slowly curl up, looking for..“Ah- fuck!”..that spot. He smirks and he adds a second finger, your back arching off of the seat.

You gently tugged on his hair, trying to bring him closer to your cunt. You could barely contain your moans. Suguru smiled against your cunt, enjoying your reaction to him pleasuring you. “Suguru, please. We’re still in the parking lot, any of my co-workers could come and see me like this!” Suguru smiled before saying “I mean that would be perfect. Maybe that handsy asshole will finally understand that you’re taken.” 

You paused before saying, “Is that what this is about? Satoru?” He growls upon hearing his name. “So fucking handsy with my wife.” Your back arched, rocking your hips against his face as he angrily ate you out, letting you rub your sweet juices all over his face. He groaned, paying no attention to his aching cock, one that was begging for some type of friction or pleasure, but he paid his aching cock no mind. Especially with how delicious you sound grinding against his tongue. 

You look out the window and for a second, only to see your co-workers leaving the restaurant. You panic, trying to get away from your husband’s tongue, but Suguru holds you in place, keeping you still. “S-suguru! My co-workers are leaving! We’re parked right next to Satoru’s car.” He shrugs, not caring about possibly getting caught. You whine, wanting to pull away and save yourself from any potential embarrassment, but fuck was he good with his tongue. You watched in horror as Satoru approached his car from the far side of the parking lot, while getting your pussy eaten by your jealous husband. 

“So fucking beautiful and all fucking mine.” Suguru spat against your aching pussy. Your back arched and you slammed your eyes shut, trying to get yourself to an orgasm faster. Suguru’s fingers continued to work your sweet spots as he made out messily with your clit. Your thighs were damn near shaking over his shoulders as your orgasm quickly began to build, the knot in your belly growing tighter and tighter before-!!

A knock at the window snaps you from your impending orgasm. It’s Satoru. He hadn't looked inside the car and the tint was almost dark enough that he couldn’t see, but he knocked again, seemingly waiting for the window to be rolled down. You try to pull Suguru away, but he stays firmly in place, needing to get you to an orgasm. “Suguru, please! He’s right outside the door!!” The raven-haired man shrugged again, his mouth too full of your pussy to verbally respond, clearly not giving a crap. 

As Satoru bends down to peek inside, he’s greeted by the sight of you, head thrown back in pleasure with your hand over your mouth and Suguru between your thighs. You knew he was standing there. He could tell by how your hand trembled over your mouth. Satoru watched as your orgasm racked through your body, beginning to get a half chub in his pants when Suguru looked up from your cunt for a second, to glare at Satoru. Satoru’s blue eyes widened and he straightened up and walked around to the drivers side of his car and pulled off as best he could without scratching Suguru’s car. After all, that was why he knocked at the window in the first place.

As you came down from your high, your eyes slowly opened, chest heaving, and you looked to see that Satoru’s car was no longer parked next to yours. You looked at Suguru, who placed a kiss against your inner thigh before sitting back up, wiping his mouth with a napkin, and climbing back into the front seat. “What about you? Surely you-” Suguru took a deep breath before exhaling. “Don’t worry about me. Get some rest because I’ll finish dealing with you when we get in the house.”

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Taglist: @delphiakira, @mikaari0

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[yourm0om]

Pay pig Choso! who completely gets off at the thought of you demanding and degrading him for money that he’ll send to you every single time. You could simply post on your instagram note that you wanted to get your nails done, then you’ll get a notification twenty minutes later that 300$ had been sent to your account. Then you’ll screenshot it and post it on your story for everyone to see, and all of your friends make fun of him. 

You weren’t interested in an actual relationship with Pay pig Choso!, but you did schedule meet ups where you’ll have him kneel before you, his eyes never allowed to meet yours as he presented you with money. You always scold him, saying that this wasn’t nearly enough for you and your friends to go out and get your hair and nails done, as well as getting food after. 

Pay pig Choso! would apologize and offer to go to the bank, and you’d scoff. “You should have cleaned out your entire bank account before coming to meet me. I’m not wasting any more of my time here with you. You had one job to do, and you couldn’t even properly do that. Fucking waste of my time.” He mumbles an apology and offers to give you his card to take with you, but you decline. 

“I don’t want to give you an excuse to see me before your scheduled time. I barely want you to see me now, which is why your head must always be bowed when you come to see me.” Pay pig Choso! apologized and you scoffed, walking away and leaving him on his knees, in the alleyway. Every time he offered to meet somewhere nicer, you’d refuse, telling him you’d be embarrassed to be seen with him out in public when he could barely give you the amount of money that you wanted. 

Pay pig Choso! refused to admit it to anyone but you, but you treating him like a human ATM, and it turned him on. He wanted nothing more than to be used by you for whatever you desired, hoping so desperately that he would please you enough to touch him. He knows that it’s just a fantasy, but he can dream. Thinking about you stepping on his cock with the pretty red bottom heels you used his money to pay for, forcing groans to fall from his sweet lips as he rocked against the heel, desperate for some kind of friction. 

You’ll help him grind against your heel, working him up while you file your nails that you wanted to be done again, even though you had just gotten them done a week ago. You rubbed Pay pig Choso! through his boxers, only for you to huff when he comes all over your heels, the strong spurts pushing out of his cotton boxers. He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes to see you, who was absolutely disgusted at his shamelessness. 

“Couldn’t even fucking wait for me to move my foot? You’ll be buying me a better pair now that these are ruined.” The shoes weren’t ruined, but the only thing Pay pig Choso! could do was nod. After all, being your wallet was all he was good for, and he was content with doing just that.

a/n: Guys??? Double upload?????? I thought the day would never come. But this was super fun to write, and I absolutely love these drabbles I'm writing. So if you have an idea that you want me to write, do let me know either in my asks/requests, comments, or DM's, and as always, dm me or comment 🎫 to be tagged for Choso, and this is not proofread, so read with that in mind. xx

Taglist: @luvchosooo, @delphiakira, @nerokuro 

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[yourm0om]

Nanami Kento was your sugar daddy. You didn’t think you’d ever become a sugar baby, but when this man who looked like a Greek God approached you when you were at a bar, you agreed. You were intrigued and of course, you were pretty so you figured you’d use it to your advantage. That was three years ago, and you’ve been living the life. Swiping away with his credit card simply because you wanted a shopping spree and you’d bat your pretty lashes that he paid for at him, and he folds. He leaves his card with you for days on end, forgetting about it until his phone buzzes in the middle of a meeting. It’s the bank asking if he made a five-hundred-dollar purchase at a lingerie shop.

Sugar Daddy Nanami! tried his hardest to listen to the meeting points, trying not to fantasize about you in lingerie, when his phone lit up with a text from you. He slipped his phone off the table in front of him, and he saw a video attached. He knows he shouldn’t, but he completely turns the volume off and presses play.

Sugar Daddy Nanami! fought a groan, his pants tightening. You're sitting in front of the camera, brand-new lingerie set with hundred-dollar bills stuffed in your bra and some in your thigh garters, and your legs spread wide enough for him to imagine whatever he wants.  But he didn’t have to do that - no, not when he watched your fingers slowly tease your nipples through the thin fabric, then down to your belly, creeping closer and closer to your pussy.

Sugar Daddy Nanami's! mouth watered as he watched, forgetting about the ongoing meeting altogether. Based on your face, he could tell you were making so much noise. You pushed the thin lace to the side and began working your clit, not bothering to start slow and tease yourself when you were already dripping.

Sugar Daddy Nanami's! Adam's apple bobbed as he watched when his assistant’s sweet voice came through. “Mr. Nanami?” She’d been trying to seduce him for weeks, but he wasn’t interested in her. Not when all he could think about was how much he spoiled his pretty sugar baby.

His pants felt unbelievably tight against his cock, and he was trying so hard to keep his composure and not grind into his pants. Sugar Daddy Nanami's! face was stoic. Sure, he was sweating a little bit, but on the inside, he was screaming for some kind of friction. His cock needed some much-needed release. He hadn’t had much time to get off, and the “contract” for you to be his sugar baby didn’t require you to do anything sexual, and he wasn’t going to ask. “Mr. Nanami?” His assistant asked, stepping closer.

Sugar Daddy Nanami! groaned before clearing his throat, trying to wipe the lust from his eyes. “Yes?” He asked, clearing his throat and looking up from his phone. “Should we reschedule the meeting for a later time?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed. His hips continued to rock against his tight slacks. All eyes were on him, and he shifted in his seat, trying to fight off the incoming orgasm. He wasn’t normally this sensitive, but holy shit, he was so fucking close.

Sugar Daddy Nanami! cleared his throat, his knuckles turning white as he imagined you touching yourself in front of him before inviting him inside. He shifted in his seat again, and that pushed him over the edge, ruining his pants. He took his glasses off, rubbing his eyes, while covering his face with one hand to hide the blush dusting his face. “Yes, please.” He said gruffly, waving everyone out of the room. While they prepared to leave, he tried to recollect himself, wiping his face with the palm of his hand.

As everyone filed out of the room, he looked back down at his phone, only to find that you had unsent the video, not even allowing him to finish the video. Not letting him see you finish. His jaw tightened as everyone filed out – he was hard, pent up, and he didn’t even have anything but a vague memory of the way you looked, not even how you sounded. A text buzzed from his phone. 

“Now, hurry up and get to my place. My fingers aren’t enough.”

a/n: Hey, hey! So funny story, I had this short one done for like damn near a week now, and I've just never gotten around to posting it. I'm sitting here, scrolling on my phone, when I remembered I didn't post this. So here we are, my lovelies! Happy New Year to those who celebrate, and as always, dm me or comment 🎫 to be tagged for Nanami, and of course, this is not proofread, so read with that in mind. xx

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