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And then… she used sienna by the Maria’s as a inspo

craving some sort of angst between reader and dadbf!price or meanie!price like absolutely gut wrenching

Sienna | cw: 18+ mdni, angst no comfort (I’m terrible at this ngl), meanie!price, age gap (reader 20s, Price early 40s).

He doesn’t remember you to put it simply.

Not that he got up in age, you didn’t magically go back in time— Price didn’t know who you were.

You didn’t remember the words exactly, Gaz had to call you but you were John’s emergency contact. You got a call from the hospital he was sent to. A car crash of some sorts and John and a few other people got in an accident. They were all lucky to be alive, they said. No life threatening injuries, they said.

Just John, got a concussion, needed some surgery you couldn’t remember the name of, and then when he woke, he didn’t remember the last two years. Amnesia. Not how you got together, not you how met, not the pictures of now drowned memories, the kisses you shared, the laughter— how you loved each other— nothing.

Who would’ve thought the last 2 years of your life would be gone with the snap of someone’s fingers. 

Soap and Gaz, even Ghost, kept asking if you’d go and see him, why hadn’t you gone to see him and explain. But what was there to say? It’s not like his love for you would be there anymore. It’s not like he’d instantly remember all the things you’ve gone through by seeing your face. How could you even begin to explain the dynamic you two fell into. The doctor said he didn’t know if his memory would come back, and if it did, it’d be in little bits over god knows how long.

They didn’t understand how bad you were hurting, how you had to call his parents, who you’d only met once, that John had been in an accident. You could hear him comforting them, that everything was alright, that he could walk and talk just fine, nothing was out of place. He didn’t feel a hole missing like you did. You, who had to go back home and feel the walls of Johns, who made everything made sense, crumble around you

You cleared house before he got out the hospital.

Taking all the memories you could, the anger, the pain and the exhaustion from being left behind. Leaving without a word to anyone.

“Did- did someone else live here while I was gone?” John manages to utter one night, he was still recovering but out the hospital. The house was spic and span, everything looked like it was in its proper place. But he kept getting this nagging feeling in the back of his brain. And then there were things in the house, things the older man knew were just too neat.

Like the toolset he got when he was 27 had been replaced, and a few of his boxes of pictures were in photo albums, and the chest he knew no one else knew about, that he kept in the far left in the attic, was to the right, towards the back of the house. It’s off.

And the boys can’t immediately answer him, all glancing at each other before Kyle, lets out a sigh— clears his throat, “Yeah, a roommate, you had one for some time but-“ he pauses, another look around, “they moved on.”

“Oh.” And he leaves it at that, not wanting to press any further. But John’s not convinced, not in the slightest. He knows the truth is lying around his home just from Johnnys ever so slight flinch in his eyes.

It’s easier to take everything apart and start from scratch. And that exactly what John does.

Rearranging the home, buying new decorations with things he likes, selling what he could that didn’t feel was necessary anymore— but he got nothing.

He couldn’t find what he was looking for, not in any left over photo albums, not the creaky floorboards, nor his social media, not in the drawer of his nightstand— but he knew something was missing. Something in him longed to feel.

A year passes, life moves on.

But you see John in everything.

In your morning tea, in the stupid detective shows he used to love that you’re unable to skip, in your need to smell cigarette or cigar smoke, the way you’re good at spotting when your friends are upset. You miss it, being able to sit and John’s lap as he typed away on the computer, early morning walks while John rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, the nights you two would spend drinking and laughing, the times he dragged you into the water of the beach on a hot summer day. The clothes you took from his dresser don’t smell like him anymore, and some days you don’t know if you can make it.

But you’re a Price girl— no you’re just— you’re just you now.

All you can do is try. Everyday, one step at a time, even if it does mean you forgot to drink water today, or you’re too harsh on yourself, or your slept through dinner.

You, thankfully, haven’t seen any part of the 141, not since you saw Kate on evening. You wanted to hear about him, even if it was a slither of information, but Kate was more concerned about you.

Was it so obvious, that this breakup was so hard on you?

Your spark had gone.

You were trying your best to rekindle it.

And you knew from the way Kate barely said a word about John, he was doing well— or rather, he didn’t know the someone missing in his life.

“It’s okay.” You said, forcing the ends of your lips up. Kate could only sigh apologetically. Even after all this time, nothing of you had resurfaced in John’s memory.

There frequent visits to the beach, his favorite place. Just to see the view, whether a sky filled with stars or clouds, a sunset or a sunrise. And something about hearing the seagulls, the chatter of people being overtaken and the sea pushing back and forth— it makes you feel so close to Price.

You may have prayed too much to be close to him though. You think you over hear his voice as you sit on the beach, knees to your chest. Maybe you should’ve brought a proper jacket today, you didn’t think it would feel so cold.

But you hear it again, “Christ, are you alright love?” Shivers going up your spine, your head whips around.

Captian John Price in the flesh.

His comfy hat on, a blue and brown plaid jacket over a black pull over, jeans, his beard perfectly trimmed, ends of his eyes ever so slightly crinkling with time.

You look at him, dead on, searching his blue eyes for something— anything that would give him a sign that you were still his. That he was still yours. But John Price is still the aging man he is, still kind, warm, humble and willing to help any stranger.

You gulp, pushing yourself up as the harsh fall wind blows through your curls and it almost feels like it’ll knock you down. But you’re sturdy, resilient— just like John knew you could be.

“I’m good,” you sniff, give him a nod, smoothing out your clothes, “Thank you though.”

He gives you that classic smile, of course he does, “Right-“

Before the brunette can get another word out, there’s a woman lovingly calling out to him in the distance— you see her too. She’s older, hair greying, blonde, two dogs circling her in anticipation. She’s smiling so brightly— just like you once did.

“Sorry,” he pauses for a moment, taking you in one last time, as if trying to figure out a puzzle piece. But he sighs, still after all this time, unsure. “You have a nice day!”

Price gives you a nod, lightly jogging off to his new partner, chuckling while bundling her tighter into her jacket as they walk further down the beach.

And maybe it’s raining— no- theres nothing coming down from the sky. But there are tears falling down your cheeks, dripping down to your chin. A quiet sob coming out your throat. Your jaw clenching not to scream, not to beg for a minute more of his time. Your mind is swirling, thinking that John is happy now, maybe even more satisfied with the life he’s living now than he ever did with you.

You hold yourself even tighter, trying to contain the blubbering emotions that’s been piling over since that fucking Doctor told you, you meant nothing to the man you loved. The waves angry with every crash to the shore.

Watching as John Price disappears from your life.

a/n: lol we have fun over here! Thanks for requesting! Again I’m not very good at writing angst. Sienna by The Maria’s was the inspo.

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The Queen has returned

𓊆ྀི hey pretty babies. just wanted to give y’all a little update—i first wanna start off by saying thank you to everyone who checked on me, and thank you for everyone’s support. you’ve all been so so sweet. but to tell you the truth, i genuinely woke up this morning to @pussypinkdoll texting me asking if i deleted my account, and when i went to look, it was gone ! tumblr really has been no help, and it seems like it was a foul play situation where someone who had my password in the past fucked me over, so it seems like there’s nothing much that i can do on that. it took me 3 + a half years to even get to 5K followers, and that meant so much to me that i was able to build a community off simply being my authentic self, through my writing, my posts, my overall blog. the love i’ve received from y’all makes my heart swell, literally. so i’m trying not to see this as a bad thing, and look to it as an opportunity to re-vamp myself, and my blog. so i’m now presenting thecoochiefairy as '•.¸♡ otakufilms! '•.¸♡ where your favorite southern black girl simply makes movies in her head about all her fav characters, and puts it out for you pretty babies to watch on the big screen :). i will be re-posting my old fics of course—a couple of them i wasn’t able to find just yet, i’m searching, i swear!—but, i think i’ve decided to re-master each one. so w/ this new space and opportunity, they’ll all be infinitely better than before ! well, at least i’ll try for them to be, lol. anyways, thank you guys for all the support. it means the world, and i’m happy to be back. new + improved aliyah, to thecoochiefairy, to otakufilms! 𓊇ྀི

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abortion is valid and completely okay even if the mother wasn’t underage or wasn’t SA’d.

“The mother just doesn’t want the baby” that’s ok !

“The mother isn’t financially , mentally , and / or physically able to take care of a child” that’s ok !

“The father left and the mother doesn’t want to / can’t take care of the baby by herself as a single mother” that’s ok !

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some people have got to understand that a woman doesn’t need to be violated to earn the rights to her own body. if you want to think of the children ,, think of the mother first. save the tree , not the apple.

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DIS IS SO GOOD

i’d rather be with you

blackfem!reader x suguru getou

tw: mdni, arranged marriage, breeding kink, he's freaky deaky, oral (fem r.), sitting on face, kinda misogynistic mindset, he talks you thought it, lots of kisses, talks of pregnancy, toes in mouth, fingering, he’s kinda crazy + cocky, reader calls him suguru + ‘guru, + geto, squirting, lots of pet names baby + doll + sweetheart, midsize fic , and bad spelling !!

you sit on your brand new bed in your wedding dress

suguru has taken you back to the mansion he was gifted for your marriage. the grand house coming with chefs, maids, and servants. everything a new couple needs and aspires to have. he has too much money, enough to have you not even thinking about anything else when this marriage was arranged. being told he just needs someone to stay by his side to further his career. really no one knows he is a hopeless romantic, he just wants someone to love and take care of. someone to continue life with

your newlywed husband taking off his cufflinks with his back to you preparing himself to take his wife to bed. your nervous knowing what's done after his clothes are discarded. your no virgin, but suguru is intimidating. he is pretty but he is scary. his handsome features pull you in putting you under hypnosis when he turns to face you "doll you’re shaking like a leaf" he observes you, seeing you nervously shiver in your skin. wringing your hands scared to speak in case your voice waivers.

he stalks towards you, locking eyes with you when you look up at him, your so gorgeous his heart stops for a little bit. you feel his strong hands hold the sides of your head. craning his body over you to makes soft kisses along your forehead. "my beautiful, beautiful wife" he already feels for you deeply. you make his stomach fill with butterflies. he can’t believe he found the right person to be with

he lets the kisses linger, your skin becoming covered in goosebumps. savoring the feeling, he suddenly softly lays his forehead on yours locking eyes with you again, you stomach sinking at the actions. it’s so intimate, the words just slip out. “i love you” his voice whispers, your eyes just widened at his affectionate. you barely know him, how can he love you already ?

he doesn’t care that you don’t respond he has enough love in his heart for the both of you. lifting his head to look down at your body, the dress conceals your skin from him. he touches the white material rubbing it between his fingers “will you let me undress you sweetheart ?”

he waits for you approval fingers snaking to assists you out your gown when you nod your head. unhooking your dress in the back, so he can slip it off of you. breathing hard when he just see your underwear underneath. he is so amazed with your body already and your not even fully naked. "your hips are perfect" lightly smiling while he outlines the shape. his hands squeezing there too. the smile having an intent you didn't even realize.

it almost makes your skin crawl with how creepy it is. moving his hand so he can rub your stomach in a circular motion almost like he is fantasying, adoration in his eyes. he's thinking deeply about something. kissing you on your temple. "i want you to carry my children" you nearly jump out your skin when you look into his wild eyes and see the seriousness

he is slightly scaring you "but sugu- " your eyes widened, just barely married to him after the many, many arrangements and he wants you to have his kids. you can’t even wrap your head around it. he grips your cheeks together to quiet you

"you're my wife, you will have my babies" he is stern. making sure you knows his intentions and plans. your mouth moves and you can't even say anything you just nod your head with your mouth agape. he likes seeing you submissive. slowly taking off the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare for his eyes to marvel at . “you’re so perfect” he twirls you around looking at every square inch his eyes can see

taking your hand leading you to the wide bed. laying you on top of him. aside from the kiss at the alter you’ve had no other kisses or touches. he takes your breath away when he gives you a firm kiss. lazily sticking his tongue in your mouth as he works his tongue with yours. groaning when he grabs your soft skin. he can’t believe he convinced you to marry him. even if he used his money and status, he is happy he caught you when he did. he will do whatever it takes to keep you by his side

he is breathing hard when he pulls away from your sugar like lips “sit on my face baby” you look at him puzzled, youve never done that before. it’s something new, he can see your wide eyes, he is growing to love that frazzled look. he responses before you even get a chance to say anything “i’m your husband, i’m here for your pleasure” massaging your soft skin to give you encouragement.

your avoiding looking at his piercing eyes. feeling his hand pull your chin to get that eye contact. pecking your lips, he would say it’s his new addition but everything about you has him newly addicted. your eyelashes flutter when you look at him. it gives him butterflies again. “i’m just nervous”

“there’s no need to be, i’m here to learn your body. so you can come to me for your release” he is someone you’ve never dealt with. you’ve only read about men like him. he doesn’t even seem real as he obverses your facial expressions. it makes you blush, your face extremely hot. he gives a tap on your butt, “go head doll”

you move slow, reluctant. moving up his body to almost squat above his face. feet planted, giving yourself plenty of room away him like your scared of him. “suguru are you sure ?” he rolls his eyes, snatching your hips to have your core at his mouth. slowly working his lips against your soft skin. giving your wet kisses all over your mound. your still hovering above him, he has to pull you closer until your knees hit the bed

“yes ‘m sure, need you close baby” his voice sounds so syrupy and thick. the beginning licks he gives you makes you jump. he has to wrap his strong arms around your thighs to keep you still. his low moans vibrate between your legs. causing you to feel the wetness start to leak onto his tongue

he is starting a teasing pace with his thick tonuge. rotating around your pulsing clit. softly sucking so he can hear your delicate noises leave your mouth. you taste so good, smell even better he doesn’t know what to do with himself just savoring you on his tastebuds as he starts to almost ravish you. you hear his soft moans echoing off your plush thighs. the taste frying his brain already, hands around his head on fingers tensing up in the silk blankets. you whimper first, then he hears your sensual sounds. his tongue is doing wonders, making you jump when the electricity course through your veins.

moving to your entrance. your wetness leaking down his throat, the more his tongue laps at you. his brain is thumping hard. his erection standing talk still confined in his slacks. rolling his tongue to swallow all he can. doing one certain suck of his lips that have your hands flying to grip his hair. hands not knowing what to do. “ugh oh my- g-geto” he is almost animalistic, shoving his face as deep as he could so he could properly work. he is lapping at you seeing you convulse over him. “right there, r-right there ”

you feel light prodding at your entrance. one of his thick fingers coming to penetrate you. feel you tense up at the intrusion “relax sweetheart” he pulls away just to calm you down. moving slow to slide in, hitting your gspot precisely. your knees buckling into the sheets while he slowly thrust into you silk like walls. they're feels so soft he cant wait

you pull on his wild hair, when his fingers work up a steady rhythm “wait wait” your toes are twitching while he continues paying you no mind not until he gets what he wants. your poor hips held harder when you try to lift them. your body is clenching up, feel the pleasure shoot up from your tensed up toes. you can feel the creeping sensation of your high, it’s scary how fast you feel it coming. you can feel it in your veins. pulling on his hair harder hearing him moan louder.

the pain from his scalp is something that he groans at. the white of your eyes the part show as you orgasm. its strong and it knocked you off your senses fully relaxing on his face as you try and catch your breath but he keeps going. working his tongue and fingers into you intensely. “ ‘guru” he likes the name. how it slips from your mouth as almost a plea. he just can’t enough he had to force himself away from you using all his self control to pull his fingers out of you

tenderly kissing all over your mound as your nerves calm down. your feel sexual attraction more then ever the more he does soft movements towards you. your stomach clenching and unclenching as you try to unwind. suddenly feeling him set you on the soft silk sheets

laid on your back breathing hard, barely collecting yourself still feeling him touch all over you. vision hazy as you look at his muscle toned body hovering over you. you didn’t see him strip. seeing him naked just makes everything worse. your attraction worse, your arousal is worse. the thickness between his legs standing tall at attention, you pull his hard body on top of yours. so you can steal his lips surpising him enough to stick your tongue in his mouth the sexual tension wiping your nerves away

your body is calling for him, saying it needs him from the way you shiver and shake to the wetness leaking out of you steadily. he can feel you love him, you don’t have say it. pulling away to kiss all over your face. moving slow he wants to savor this. his first time being sexual with you, he needs to in-grave it in his memory. trailing down to kiss your neck slowly sucking on your soft skin. “so prefect, perfect for me. mmh i love you so much ”

the words still making your stomach drop feeling him kiss down between your breast trailing down your stomach. pulling your legs apart to kiss the crease between your thighs. lips moving farther down to under your knee and finally working to your foot as he pecks each toe. moving back in place to hover over you, his pupils dilate wide almost scaring you. maneuvering your body to have your delicate leg placed over his toned shoulder. kissing your calf tenderly like it was on your face. lightly snatching your ankle he put the toes to lips again. liking the pretty white polish. smooching the polish on each toe. licking the color to see if there is a taste. putting the toes in his mouth the get the flavor of them. letting them pop out

everything about you tastes good. he can’t get enough, craving you already. he needs a quick taste of you, sticking the fingers that were just in your walls on his tongue. the taste stirring his veins. he is a moaning mess when he pulls them away from his mouth. watching him in disbelief “you ready for me ?” he wants to be sure. seeing you nod your eagerly does nothing for his ego he needs to hear it out your mouth “say it”

“im ready for you suguru” he wish he was stronger hearing his name from your lips makes him weaker. his head cloudy with need for you, he moved with cation taping his large tip on your entrance. it’s alarming how he is so thick, he can the wetness coating him little by little. moving to your clit to slide against with his length, rock against your slowly. your soft moans making his body overheat

biting his lip to control himself, he can’t spill too early. your brown skin is glistening, it’s like he is under a spell with you. he lines himself up with you. sliding in steadily seeing you back arch lightly. his movements snail like on purpose. he doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t want to selfish for just his pleasure. lowering down to kisses against your neck. legs straining from being pull back

the feeling of him inside you is so intense as continues to work his length inside. stretching you so wide, as you feel your pelvises meet. all the way to the hilt has youre eyes watering. his lips coming to yours when he starts to grind into you. scratching an inch in your walls you didn’t know you had pulling away from his hungry lips when hips thrust into you slowly "mmh geto i-it's so deep" your trying to free your leg from his grasp.

kisssing your calf, “i know baby, i know can’t help it, was blessed with this dick just for you” he trust slower not to overwhelm you. seeing your face twist in pleasure. you’re a sight to behold. he wants to pat himself on the back. “my skilled tongue just for you, my hair just for you to tug on” lips now working in your collar bone sucking small hickies. he puts his arms under your back locking them to together so he can pull almost all the way out of you to slide all the way back in seeing your body convulse “was made for you, made to be your husband”

moving to push you other legs on you shoulder giving you that deep stroke that makes you dizzy. your whimpers are getting to him. they are chipping away at him. your toes flex over his shoulder while he thrust into you again. tapping your cervix lightly causing pleasurable cramps to hit your senses. no one's ever hit those spot in you. you try to push on his flexing stomach. the feeling new to you you want more but at the same time it a little overwhelming “is it right there ?” the tone teasing you. you’re so cute when you nod your head really fast "sweetheart, I gotta hit that spot to make you feel good "

he wants you to be pleasured to the fullest. his hips humping just a little faster. your wetness is coating him, he is trying to hold his composure. your so warm, so tight he can’t help but to moan, letting his moans ring out to your ears. everything he is doing is affecting your body, not evening knowing what to do with your hands until you pull him closer to taste his lips again

something about the kisses has you turning into a puddle under him. the way his tongue works against yours has both your sounds of pleasure echoing off each other. feeling him hold your bottom lips in his teeth as he pulls away letting it pop back in place after he stretched it. “i love you” it’s so soft when it hits your ears. the flip in your stomach getting worse when he smiles at you, one that would make your panties drop if you had them on. pushing both thighs against your chest. his hard chest on top of your thighs while his calfs are now on his shoulders.

your hands move to cover the loud almost sob like sounds that leave your lips. "uncover your mouth i want to maids to hear how good i'm fucking you" snatching your hand from your mouth. the cries leaving your lips getting louder. your thighs to your chest are making you shiver almost and shake "want everyone to know you're mine" sucking more bruises on your neck, as he licks your heated skin, sweat picking up on his taste buds

looking at you he can see the undeniable look of euphoria. “talk to me, wanna hear you” rolling his pelvis just right to make you throw your head back. throwing your reply behind your eyelids with your eyeballs. barely catching your answer when he does it again

“feels too good, too deep, i-i can’t take it” his eyes light up just looking at you barely collect yourself, he is insane. it’s like he gains energy from seeing you overwhelmed. your eye rolled back make him thrust harder and deeper.

each roll of his pelvis has a different noise leaving your swollen lips. “come on (୨୧), this only the first night. i'm going easy on you" he sees the moans getting caught i your chest the more pleasure corses through your body. the way your positioned. his large tip taping close to your slimy cervix.“breathe through it doll, don’t hold your breath” the wetness of you keep dripping all over him. he feels your body tense up slowly “relax into it baby” he moves to drag you through your high. your hands coming to grip his back tightly pulling him closer

you take his advice even though each thrust hits you deep in your gut. breathing in and out. the tingles starting to spread all your body. making your legs quiver against your chest. releasing the tension from your body, feeling suguru take your ankle from his shoulder quick to push your toes back in his mouth. the overstimulation of everything has your orgasm hitting you like a brick house, the steady steam of liquid flying out of you against getos stomach

“good girl let it out, there you go baby” he is quick to get down to your ear letting your ankle go. “you feel so good doll, gonna give you all my babies” your tight walls making his groin churn. hearing your sweet cries. still squirting on his abdomen as he strokes it out of you more and more. "gonna be the best momma, the prettiest momma" he pants freakily over you hands having to grip the sheets to not get carried away with your body

you’re liquid done leaving your body, now numb all over. feeling his tip jerk into you as he continues to babble in your ear. he knows he is close he can only last so long. he has never felt this submitted to someone. he feels under a spell with you both skin to skin, raw walls swallowing him, moans in his ear. your ankles coming to pull him in by his neck. nails searching down his toned back. lips quick to latch onto his, tongue moving quickly with each other’s

he for once in his life is overwhelmed. his sperm quick to leave his body. hitting your cervix with accuracy, the intensity is so much you hear quiet whimpers leave his lips, “i love you” it’s little a breath of air that leaves him. it’s so warm when the cream jerks into you.

“so full ‘guru” you speak right against his lips. looking into his eyes when you feel more cum leave him. he presses all the way flush to you deep as he is allowed making you scramble away from him. making you really feel it in your stomach

“can’t believe you’re my wife” he barely collected his breath. ready to see how you’re doing. quick to not let his high take over his body just yet “you did so good for your first night sweetheart, you feel alright ?” unwrapping your ankles from around his neck. kissing them softly and massaging the skin. moving your thighs off your chest. touching all over your body

you’re eyes are glazed over, pupils blown out. voice syrupy he sees you’re out of it. sees you in a space of ultimate euphoria. “i feel so good” you’re body shivering as he pecks your lips. he is slow to pull out of you. hearing you hiss, as your walls pulse out his cum. quick to pull your legs back and work a thick finger into you. pushing as much as he can back into you

“gotta clean you up, made such a mess” lowering his face to lick the sweat off your stomach. seeing your abdomen clench, as he pops his finger out of you “ ‘m sorry for being so messy baby, i’ll always clean you up. i’ll do everything for you, won’t have to do anything ever” kissing lower to your swollen folds from his harsh arousal your thick lips so puffy. “never lift one finger sweetheart” he is rambling everything of the top of his head. his mouth watering seeing your leak more liquid and his cream

his silky tongue moves fast to work against your chubby clit. eating his cum out you sensually making your body convulse. “s-suguru please” crawling up the bed while he continues. continuing to clean up his hard work. legs coming to trap his head between your plush thighs. hands coming to pull on his soft hair. licking until he feels you’re all clean. pulling away to kiss at your slimy flesh

coming up for air. pecking his lips up your body, until he has your lips against his, tasting your juices and his cream all over his tongue. nearly jumping out your skin when you feel him thrust so snail like into you again

“gotta make sure it sticks doll”

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Nanami

ꕤ Isn't he so nice letting you adjust to his huuuge size, taking the time to get you in the right position so you know exactly how good girls take it?

ꕤ His silly wife couldn't wait until he's at least changed out of his work clothes before bouncing on his cock. Ah well, happy wife, happy life

ꕤ 'Feeling a little needy, sweetheart? Come sit on my lap, honey. I'll fix all of your problems, just trust Kento'

Sukuna

ꕤ Your fascination with the film fascinated him. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about; that masked weirdo can't be scarier than him, can he?

ꕤ You wanted your own throne, right? Well, here you go. Better make full use of it, lest you anger your king

ꕤ Good servants take it without complaint. Good servants arch their backs all nice for their masters. And the very best servants? They let him pull their hair

Shoko

ꕤ None of the men you've dated have ever made you cum. It's a good thing your bestie's ready to step up and show you just how much better girls do it

ꕤ Your girlfriend deserves some love after a long, hard day's work and gosh, don't her nails look so good on your head?

ꕤ She gets so lonely sometimes...poor thing

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Happy birthday tew me<3

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cw. chubby read (but I think it can fit for any female body type), mean geto, praise, degrading, pets name (sweets mostly), nerd reader, breaking up motion (briefly), tongue lips and cock piercing, creampied, unprotected sex, hate sex (?), p in v, a bit of nipple sucking, cock drunk, pussy drunk, oral (f. receiving), big dick geto duuuh, TATTOED GETO!!!

a/n. youhouuuu, finally finally this is the enddd. ik this is not perfect as i wrote this originally for fun and not to be a series, there's probably some rushed part. but ig it's all fun and fantasy at the end of the day sooo no need to be perfect right,,,, haha ENJOY!!! <33 + i put what some anons send me ;) part.1 part.2 part.3

wc. 4.4k (only smut)

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“you gonna cry?” geto asks once your boyfriend's gone, voice all smug. he doesn't even pretend to soften. just leans back against the wall like he didn't burn your life to the ground.

you keep your voice steady, laced with fury. “you're such a piece of shit, suguru.” you whisper, eyebrows drawn so tight they hurt, hands clenched to your sides to stop yourself from shaking.

“didn't hear you complaining last time you soaked your hand in front of me.”

“fuck you,” you spit.

“already did, pretty. in spirit,” he shrugs, eyes dragging over your body like his hands would. “don't pout. not my fault you're easy to read. skirt that clunges to your body and all,” he adds with a cruel smile “shaking when he touched you. . hoping it was my hands instead.”

you take a step forward, “you think ruining my relationship is some kind of fucking game?”

geto's smile drops, jaw ticking. his next words are quieter—dangerous. “no, pretty. you did that. the moment you started squeezing your thighs every time i walked into a room.” his eyes narrow, voice dipping lower. “the moment you started thinking about me when he kissed you.”

your slap nearly lands. nearly.

because unlike the previous time, he catches your wrist midair—fingers wrapping around it tight, pulling you closer.

“go ahead,” he dares, mouth inches from yours. “hit me. hate me. scratch my fucking face off. but don't pretend you never wanted me.”

you tremble—because he's right. and when you breathe, it's shallow—sharp and painful. your bodies are too close, your heart's a drumbeat against your ribs.

his fingers slide to your waist, “you know i'd fuck you angry, right?” he murmurs at your lips, the threat heavy in his voice. “make you cry for a real reason.” and your lips part, but no words come out. just breath. just heat.

just the weight of everything he’s done crashing into you.

your desire for him, also crashing into you—violent and impossible to stop. it flattens every ounce of logic, grinds the mess from earlier into dust. 

and that's probably why you're back at your shared place with geto. and it's brutal.

he barely shuts the door before he's on you—mouth crashing into yours with violent desperation, all tongue and teeth and the sharp, addictive scrape of his snakebite piercings against your lips. his pierced tongue licks into your mouth—tasting the remnants of something smoky and bitter, like cigarettes. but it’s not the wrong kind. no, it makes your head spin in the best way, a dizzying mix of need and something darker. you gasp, your lungs emptying from the weight of his kiss. 

his mouth is greedy, devouring, taking everything. geto's pushing you against the wall in no time. his hands are all over—the roughness of his tattooed fingers scrape against your sides, your skin, dragging up your skirt without a shred of patience. he’s hungry—greedy, starved—and when his hands finally find the bare, soft curve of your stomach, he growls, low and guttural.

“fuck, sweets,” he hisses, voice dripping with want. his palms slam against the curve of your belly, cupping it hard, feeling the softness of it under his touch, and there's something about the way he holds you—so roughly, so possessively—that makes you shiver.

his lips taste like fire and want, and his snake piercings catch your bottom lip every time he pulls back, sending jolts of sensation through your whole body. every inch of him is on you, and you can’t breathe—can’t think—your entire world shrinking down to the feel of his hands, his mouth, the sharpness of his piercings against your lips. he pulls you closer, pinning you against the wall, the heat of him burning into you as he crushes your body against his.

his thigh slips between yours, presses hard against your clothed pussy, and you jerk—already soaked and sensitive. he growls at that, loosing his mind. 

the kiss turns brutal: you moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip, tugging hard on the lond black strands of his hair just to make him grunt. and he pushes closer, grinding his thigh up until you're squirming, your hips chasing friction like a shameless thing.

“look at you,” he says, diving onto your neck and leaving open mouthed-kisses. “nerd girl's this needy, huh? all that brainpower and still dumb on my thigh.” 

your hands claw at his back, nails dragging over ink. your voice is barely above a whisper, “shut the fuck up and use that tongue to good use, would you?”

to your surprise, that makes him laugh—mean, breathless. his teeth scrape your collarbone. “trynna order me around, pretty? hope you can handle what you're asking for. 'm not feeling nice tonight.”

before you can retort, his hands are sliding down—one gripping your ass, the other behind your thigh, and he lifts.

“wh—” you gasp, arms locking around his neck and your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “what the hell—”

“shh,” he murmurs, amused. “thought i couldn't handle all this?” he squeezes, fingers digging in shamelessly. “'s cute, sweets. should have known better.”

you blink, stunned, heart pounding harder from this than from his thigh earlier—and that had felt like drowning already. but this, being manhandled like this, it does something ugly to you. makes your pride burn and your core clench with something molten.

no one's ever dared.

he walks to the couch like you don't even slow him down, then sits, bringing you with him, straddling his lap, still holding you in place. your knees dig into the cushions, chest pressed to his, lips parted with surprise.

you want to say something—some smart ass quip, some demand—but your brain's fizzled out entirely.

“aww,” he mocks with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “did i break your brain already? and here i was hoping you'd last longer.”

geto doesn't bother pretending to be gentle, his hand moves between you with a rough, hungry kind of focus, yanking your panties to the side. “fuckin' soaked” he mutters, almost to himself. 

and then he moves—shifting, lowering himself to the floor with a single-minded hunger that makes your stomach flutters with anticipation. his hands grip your thighs again—harder, more impatient—guiding you upward, lifting you until your cunt hovers over his face, with your knees on the couch.

“right on my face.”

you blink, dazed. “wha—”

“on. my. face.” his eyes gleam as he looks up at you from between your thighs. “i want all of you. i want the weight. don't hold back. if you sit like you're scared, i'll drag you down myself.”

your pulse jumps. “n-no one's ever—”

“i don't care,” he cuts in, almost snarling. “i'm not ‘no one’. i said sit.”

he doesn't wait for your answer. 

hands clamp around your hips, and he pulls. 

you collapse onto it.

you brace one hand on the back of the couch, the other on your thigh, shocked by the intensity, by the sheer greed in the way his mouth finds your cunt and devours you. tongue hot and unrelenting, nose nudging your clit just right, his low groans sending vibration through your whole body.

you try to shift your weight off a little, unsure, but he growls again and digs his fingers in harder. “i said,” he pants between licks, “don't you fucking dare hover. you ride it. all of it. now.”

the heat in your stomach twists hard. your thighs tremble as you let yourself go, sinking down fully onto his mouth. geto moans like you just gave him oxygen after being starved.

“good girl,” he rasps, voice muffled against your pussy, and then he goes back in, ravenous. 

your thighs are trembling, slick coating them, dripping down onto his face. his grip never lets up, fingers bruising into your hips, keeping you right there, locked down against his mouth. 

his tongue is fucking wicked—the cool press of that piercing sending shocks straight through your core every time it drags over your clit. he knows what he's doing. knows exactly how to make you squirm, to make you whimper his name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

his hands slide further, gripping your ass, spreads you open and groan right into your cunt at the sensation of all that squishy skin. “mmph-fuck,” he chokes out, violet eyes locked with yours as your sweet slick coated his tongue, drowning his taste buds. 

you do try to lift up, but he won't let you—each time dragging you back down with a low growl. his tongue thrusts into you, filthy, wet, messy—spit and slick dripping down his chin and onto his chest beneath his shirt. his hair's splayed out around him, strands clinging to his face, his neck, your thighs.

your hand finds it—tangled, damp—and you grab a fistful, yanking hard enough to make him grunt into you. his reaction is instant, hips twitching up. and then he shakes his head, tongue moving in these obscene little circles—dragging the metal around your clit, making your vision go white at the edges.

“suguru—fuck—” you sob, thighs squeezing around his head as your orgasm hits like a truck, messy and soaking and completely ungraceful. you swear you gush on his face, and he doesn’t even flinch. just groans louder and sucks on your clit like it’s the only thing tethering him to earth.

he lets you ride it out—ride him—until you're slumping forward, weak, sweating, mouth parted. and when he finally allows you to lift up, he licks his lips—sticky with spit.

his lashes are heavy, lips swollen. he grins lazily and his voice wrecked to gravel when he finally speaks “did i use my tongue right, huh?” he pants, tongue flashing that silver bar again as he licks back into your folds—still starving.

his mouth latches onto you, faster and greedier—he's shamelessly making out with your cunt, snake bites cold against your fat lips. you flinch, whimper, hands holding his hair for dear life. 

it's just too much—and keeps getting too much as you feel the cool press of metal of his rings, thick and cold as they slide into your heat. two fingers, no easing, no teasing—he sinks them slow but deep, stretching you just enough to punch another broken moan out of you.

“oh fuck—”

he hums against your clit, the sound reverberating through his piercing and into you like static. the calluses on his fingers grind perfectly against your walls, wet sounds filling the room as he pumps them in and out, curling just right, wet squelch echoing with every stroke.

you're drooling—mouth open, lip trembling, spit trailing down your chin—his fingers feel way better than any other's boy cock you took. 

geto glances up, lips shiny with you, that long black hair stuck to his cheeks, his forehead. his eyes are glowing with need. “c'mon, nerd girl,” he growls into your cunt. “don't go shy now. you wanted it smart—take it like you mean it.”

you whine, wordless, overstimulated to hell, and he crooks his fingers experimentally onto that sweet spot inside you. “that's it. all those grades, all that brain, and you're just a messy fuckin' toy on my tongue.”

his tongue drags up, slow and filthy, pierced tip flicking over your clit with precision. you jolt again. your breath comes in gasping, high-pitched hiccups, and tears start to sting from how intense it is, how endless.

your hands scrabble for purchase—his shoulders, his hair, the couch—anything. but there’s no ground anymore. just his rings tickling your entrance, his mouth never letting go, and your body falling to pieces again.

one more stroke of his tongue, one more slow thrust of his fingers, and you’re gone.

you sob through your orgasm—wet, helpless, coming hard, slick gushing around his hand. he keeps fucking into you, slower now, just to feel the way you twitch and spasm and clamp down on his rings. you collapse forward, trembling all over, your face buried on the couch, drooling.

and under you, geto laughs—low, ragged, fucked-out himself just from tasting you, like a man who just got the first hit of an addiction he’ll never shake.

“good girl,” he murmurs, voice shredded. “but we’re not done.”

after two orgasms—your limbs are jelly, your mind's blank. “c'here” he rasps, chest rising fast. he grabs your hips and flips you over like nothing, tossing you onto your back on the couch. your shirt's still clinging to you, riding up just beneath your tits, soaked with sweat and drool.

his eyes drag down your body, ravenous. he doesn't hide it.

“you're not keepin' this one,” he says as he lifts the hem of your top and tugs it up over your chest with a rough yank, he's definitely tired of waiting. “wanna see 'em bounce.”

he grins when your tits spill free, slow and filthy, like he already knew you wouldn’t be wearing a bra. smart girl, he thinks. smarter than she looks when she's whining on my tongue.

he also removes his shirt, and that's when you catch the gleam of silver on his chest. a piercing right through his nipple, glinting against ink and muscle. 

but what really fucks with your mind is lower down—when his pants slide down and his cock springs free. the sight makes you dizzy—it's thick and veiny, a pretty brown tip leaking down the shaft. and right near the tip, another barbell—obscene, beautiful, glinting on something that shouldn't be that much pretty—promising destruction.

your stomach flips. your cunt clenches like it knows it’s in trouble.

geto catches the look on your face and smirks. “betta than you're stem boy, right?”

you huff, trying to push your hair off your forehead, still trying—trying—to hold on to something smart, something dry. “well who knows,” you manage, cocking an eyebrow. “he's probably better than you. he surely knows how to use his cock, making me hit ninth cloud in record time.” 

you don't know how you said all that—especially when you believed none of what you just said. especially when geto's cock is ridiculously long and mean with a dragon tattoo curling over his hip, licking toward his pelvis—obscenely hot. and a sexy happy trail you want to bury your face in it, soak it, lick the salt and sweat from every line of ink stamped. your pussy is already pulsing, aching to be split open.

and maybe, just maybe, you said it to provoke him. just to see what he'd do.

and maybe, was it the worst idea ever.

you'd tried to act smart—tried to poke at him, bait him. thought you could tease. what a joke.

he stares at you—quiet, still—and his eyes, those deep violet irises, go flat. something shifts in them. that usual lazy playfulness is gone. what's left is cold, dark and feral.

he moves without a word, pushing you back onto the couch, body caging yours in. his chest brushes yours as he leans in, dragging one palm slow and heavy down your stomach until he reaches your inner thigh, spreading you open.

he looks down at your slick folds, glistening and fluttering—a mess from your previous orgasms.

“keep talkin' like a smart bitch,” his voice is low. “go on. let's hear what that mouth's good for—besides moaning.”

his eyes are blown wide, rimmed in dark lashes, pupils eating up the violet, “you wanted to rile me up? that was your play? you're lucky i don't tie you up and leave you dripping for hours.”

he strokes himself once, guiding his cock to your entrance, and the way he looks down at you, brows drawn tight with hunger and restraint. you see it in his face: the way he’s fighting not to just shove all of it in, stretch you raw. 

his teeth grit. his jaw flexes. that vein in his temple pulses.

“you feel this?” he mutters, dragging the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds, the barbell of his piercing catching your clit just to drives you deeper in pleasure—tapping it meanly against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

you nod, or try, at least.

he doesn’t warn you before pressing in.

just a push—a deep one—and the first ring of resistance hits like a brick wall. your breath catches, back arches, and your hands fly up to brace, but geto just grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

“relax,” he says, his hips pressing forward again, splitting you inch by unforgiving inch. “didn’t i prep this tight pussy enough before stuffing you full?”

your mouth opens but nothing comes out—a miserable attempt to answer.

your eyes are wet, mouth open in a silent cry as he stretches your cunt wide, forcing her to make room for him, and geto groans at the heat. his eyes go sharp, fixated on the way your pussy stretches around him, swallowing inch after inch of his cock. his lips part, a breath hissing through his teeth, and his brow furrows like it physically pains him to go slow.

“shit,” he pants. “you’re choking me. this tight little pussy really thought some weak-ass nerd could handle her?”

you try to answer  anything—but he bottoms out and your mouth just drops open, a silent scream caught in your throat. he reaches in deep, his piercing dragging over your cervix, and your whole body spasms beneath him.

"look at that,” he whispers, his hand squeezing yours above your head. “eyes rollin’. cunt twitchin'. what happened to all that sass, sweets?”

your nails dig into his hand pinning yours, throat tight with sobs you can’t even form. 

he loves it. loves how you're fighting to take it. loves how broken your sass has become.

he pulls out a little—not enough to give you relief though—and rams back in harder, hips snapping cruelly. your tits bounce from the force. your pussy’s a soaked mess, clenching and twitching around him like you don’t know whether you want to cum or pass out.

“keep squeezing me like that, keep milking it like a slut and i’ll stuff you full 'til you’re leaking down your legs.”

his hips snap forward like a weapon, pounding into you with a pace so savage your head knocks against the couch's arm with each thrust. the slap of skin is loud, wet. and he’s not even trying to be kind. 

“you said" slams “he could” slams "make you cum?” slams he spits, hand wrapping tight around your throat now, thumb pressing just enough to make your vision pulse. “where is he now, huh? he ever make you drool like this? fuck the sense outta your skull?”

sweat drop on his brow, his teeth catch his lower lip when you flutter around him.

geto feels like a beast, driven by need and lust, your body, your warm, it takes the worst of him and he can't stop, his hips snap harder, faster, in need to imprint his cock into your guts and ruin you for any other man that would dare to approach you.

"that’s what it means to get fucked. say it. say it’s mine.”

you sob. “y-yours—”

“louder.”

“yours, geto, it’s yours—!”

he looks insane—hair a mess, spit slicking his bottom lip. “don't look away,” he buries his cock so deep. “you wanted to act big. wanted to provoke me. so take it. take all of it.” his hand slide from your neck down to your breasts bouncing, holding one in his rough palm.

“those are perfect, sweets,” his ring drags over your sensitive nipple, pressing in. “fuck, wanna worship ‘em. they’re so soft, so beautiful, so mine.” his tongue flicks your nipple, the piercing brushing against it as he swirls around, holding your gaze.

that's how another orgasm crashes down on you suddenly. one of geto's arm lock around your waist the other still holding your breast for him to taste as he keeps fucking you through it, cock still hard, still punching every overstimulated nerve like he’s trying to burn them out of existence.

you barely register when he finally pulls out—leaving your nipple shining with spit. your legs fall open on instinct, cunt fluttering around nothing, slick and cum dripping out onto the couch. you’re boneless. and you should be done by now.

but geto just sits back next to your exhausted body, cock hard and glistening, dragging his palm along the length of it with lazy strokes. he watches you with that same half-lidded, smug look.

“get over here,” he says, voice low and sharp.

you blink, slow, dazed. “wha—?”

he slaps his thigh. “c’mon, nerd. get on. you’re gonna ride me.”

your thighs twitch at the command—surprisingly something in your gut coils tight again. you drag yourself off the cushion on trembling legs, slick dripping down the insides of your thighs, and make your way over.

geto strokes his cock slowly as you straddle him,"that's it," he mutters, dragging your cunt over his cockhead, teasing you both. “gonna let me watch that fat little body bounce for me now, yeah?” he lines you up, the stretch hits all over again.he doesn’t ease you down. he holds you firm and makes you take it.

“fuck, look at that,” he groans when you sink halfway. “pussy still so tight. thought i fucked it loose, but she’s still clenching like she don’t know what to do with it.”

“ride it,” he says. “i want to see every inch of you shake.”

you do just as he says—slowly at first, bouncing on his cock with stuttering, messy little movements, slick squelching loud between your bodies. 

he leans back, lets you struggle for a bit, arms crossed behind his head while he watches the way your tits bounce with each grind, the way your soft belly jiggles, how your face twists up so sweet when you try to hold back tears from the overstimulation.

“s-suguru…” you whine, pace faltering—ego throwed to the bin. “need…h-help.”

you drop your eyes, too lost in pleasure—only to be meet with the inked dragon moving elegantly on his hips, flexing each time he shifts. 

“what's that pretty?” he says, mocking and gentle at once. “don't tell me you're tired already?” he tilts his head, almost disppointed.

your eyes are wattering, your cheeks pink from how much you're hating up, and how much you cried. “'m s-sorry…”

you don’t even realize you’ve stopped moving until he shifts beneath you.

he sits up, planting his feet to the floor as his inked hands grope your ass, holding you in the air.

he slams back up to your warm core. the pace changes instantly: fast, brutal, relentless. his hips drive up into you like a machine.

“this—” a hard thrust, “is how we fuck.” Another. And another. “you want help? of course i'll help my pretty girl.”

your head falls onto the crook of his inked neck, hands clawing at his shoulders as your vision blurs. each mean thrust knocks the air from your lungs, the impact jolting through your whole body. you’re no longer riding—geto is using you like his personal fleshlight, with no mercy in sight. his arms flex with the effort, and his pupils are so dilated that the violet almost disappeared.

the look on his face…

his lip ring catches the light when he grins, teeth bared, eyes dark with hunger. there’s something wild in his expression, primal. the dragon tattoo flexes along his side with every thrust. His voice is a low growl in your ear.

“you're doing so good, sweets. takin' all that without complain, you're perfect. perfect for me.” he drops one hand down, fingers finding your clit, swollen and abused by his hands, tongue and happy trail brushing against it. “feel how this pussy still wants it. still suckin' me in, even now?”

geto pounds, loosing his rythm as his climax approaches. his hand grip your ass harder—hips rolling into yours in quick, desperate motions. your cries go hoarse, high-pitched, your cunt too full, too sore, too overstimulated—but it’s not stopping him. if anything he just goes impossibly harder.

“one more, sweets. gimme another one. just one more.”

you wail—actually scream, back arching—your walls spasm around him again, soaking his cock all over again. you’re crying now, tears mixing with drool, hips bucking. your cunt squelches with every thrust, mess spilling out of you down onto his thighs, pooling on the couch, dripping onto the floor. it's loud. filthy. every stroke is slick and wet and relentless, his rings glinting where his fingers grip your thighs, your hips, your throat.

“'so fuckin' wet for me,” he murmurs, voice dark and gone, leaning down, his tongue dragging up your neck. “you hear that? goddamn. so messy. all this for me?”

his hair—long, black, half-stuck to his face—is swinging into your chest, and when he leans in, it brushes your nipples. he bites one, just enough to make you cry out. 

“…t-too much,” you breathe, voice shaking. “can’t—can’t—”

“you can.” his teeth graze your jaw, “yeah… just like that. take it. fuck, you feel so good—so good—”

and then he slows, just a little, breathing ragged, hips grinding in deep as he presses you flush against his chest. you can feel it—the twitch of his cock, the low, wrecked curse against your shoulder as he cums deep inside you, warmth spilling out around the stretch.

the couch creaks under the weight of it. of you. of him. your weight drops heavy into his lap, body boneless. head rolls to the side. eyes fluttering shut.

“hey,” geto breathes, blinking, slowing instantly. “hey—”

he catches you, both arms wrapping around your waist, holding you upright as his cock slips free of your dripping cunt. the loss of heat is jarring, but your body doesn’t even react. you’re gone. heavy and spent, your face slack, lips parted.

“pretty?” he lifts your chin gently, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where spit still cling.

your eyes are heavy, breath shallow and uneven, head lolling just slightly to the side. a soft sound leaves your throat, nothing coherent, just breath and daze. you're not gone. just fucked-out, somwhere between sleep and extasis.

he exhales through his nose, dragging a palm over his face and holding you tightly against him. he leans in close, lips brushing your temple—not tender, exactly, but grounding. quiet. 

almost like apology, almost like awe.

“you're still here,” he whispers more to himself than to you. his hands comes up and cups your cheek. 

your skin's hot. damp. marked.

his thumb slides slowly along your jaw.

“you did good pretty,” he says resting his forehead against yours. “my pretty nerd.”

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Thinking about…

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Boyfriend!Toji Who loves keeping your legs in the air when he fucks you, adoring the way your toes spread and curl with each thrust. His hands grope and squish your thighs and calves smirking down at you as he kisses the skin whenever his hips roll into yours.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s so deep inside you he can see the way your belly slightly distends when he pushes all the way in, his cock throbbing when he realizes he’s causing that bump in your belly.

Boyfriend!Toji Who loves it when you have a bush, it makes your sex life so much more raw and real, in his humble opinion. Maybe he’s weird, but he loves to sit deep inside you and grind your pubes together, his balls tightening against your ass as he cums deep into your welcoming womb.

Boyfriend!Toji Who doesn’t fuck you immediately, but rather slides his cock in and out with a wet squelch, watching the way your hole desperately tries to suck him back in, only to gape and clench around nothing. Oh, and did he mention he fucking loves the sloppy little sounds your cunt makes with each exit? Yeah, maybe he spends too much time teasing you than actually fucking you.

Boyfriend!Toji Chuckles whenever you cum, your face contorting into the cutest little thing, your toes curling and legs shaking, oh, he thinks it’s down right adorable. 

Boyfriend!Toji Who actually prefers slow sensual sex rather than fast and hard fucking. He wants to feel every bump inside you, wants to feel every clench and squeeze when he hits that squishy spot inside you just right…and it’s totally not because his stamina is slowly declining. Totally.

Boyfriend!Toji Who isn’t really into giving oral, but doesn’t mind eating you out occasionally. His mouth is so sloppy and lazy, tongue drawing rough circles around your clit while green eyes peer up at you with a heavy gaze. When he inevitably gets tired of that, he just locks his entire mouth around your labia, sucking harshly as if he was trying to drink all the juice out of you.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s so thick, it takes a little over an hour to prep you. Extra lube constantly drizzled onto your pussy as his fingers curl and fuck deeper into your cunny, slowly adding a second and a third one to stretch your internal muscles. And even after, he spends a few minutes just fucking you on different sized dildos, making you cum maybe 3 or 4 times before finally slipping his cock inside.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s determined to make you squirt even though you’ve never been able to. He does everything. Finger fucking you for hours until your crying and crawling away from him, fucking you dumb on his cock until you pass out, and even making you drink 3 bottles of water before sex…only for you to accidentally release your bladder halfway through your second orgasm.

Boyfriend!Toji Who finds out he has a piss kink, that same night.

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A/N: it's 1 am and im horny. i will regret this in the morning