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[angietherula]

my love is like...wo

blackfem!reader x obsessive satoru gojo

tw: mdni, obsessive behavior, whiny gojo, missionary, nipple play, ribbon as rope, tied up, lots of talking, oral (fem r.), possessive behavior, rough sex, gojo cums a lot, clingy, choking, biting, eating cum, lots of pet names, period mentioned briefly, and bad spelling !!!

gojo who needs you 24-7.

he can't help it, he tried to warn you when he first starting catching feelings for you, that he can be very obsessive and clingy. you just thought maybe he'll text you more than average, but no he wants you by his side all day. he can't be without you.

he follows you to the toilet leaving you no space to even think. clinging to you in the shower helping you wash your body. helps you shave and wax, even exfoliate just so he is close to you. even when your on your period he doesn't mind, he even helps you shower then under his watchful eyes. rubbing your stomach to relive your cramps and putting his hot body on top of you

he knows he has to let you out the house sometimes but if it was up to him you would never leave. you would stay by his side all day. he shouldn't have let you leave. what if you don't come back ? what if you just leave him for his possessive ways ? the "what ifs ?" clouding his mind making his stomach feel queasy.

so invasive of your privacy that when he doesn't know where you at, even with your location on his phone, he needs more reassurance. "where are you sweetheart ?" he sighs on the phone with you. he's worried about you. so much anxiety in his stomach since he let you out his sight.

"gojo i'm at the store remember ?, i'm getting some bread for tonight" you wanted to make deli subs. of course with gojos help but you know his time apart from you is allowing him to have so much stress. you can only move so fast.

"please hurry up and get home, i miss you" he has to occupy himself until you get home. cleaning up and pacing back and forth. taking his time in watching your little bubble on his phone, while you travel. he has even paid for the monthly trial so that he knows where you are. if your walking, in a car, and even how fast you're going.

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he nearly jumpstarts when he hears your keys open the door. "(୨୧) what took you so long ? i was so worried" he feels his breath pick up just looking at you. the butterflies in his stomach making him feel nauseous every time he sees you. you just roll your eyes giggling when your barely through the door and gojo's already kissing your face with all that he has. giving you sloppy pecks "i've missed you so much" you can see his hands shaking when they make contact with you.

you close the door behind you. turning to look into those icy blue eyes "i was only gone for 30 minutes" you say when you feel those long arms wrap around you, melting into his hug loving how attach he is to you. how he can't seem to function without you.

he has no shirt on walking around with only sweatpants. enticing you to see his hard stomach and his bulge in his pants. "felt like forever" he mumbles into your skin. face smooshed into your neck. "i'm going with you next time" he squeezes you tightly pulling you close to him. inhaling the smell from you.

"aww baby, i missed you too" you pet those wild strands of white when you set those bags down feeling his strong arms lift you up, pulling those legs around his lengthy waist. you start rubbing his naked back to calm his nerves. letting him guide you to the couch as you see those groceries sit by the door

"lay down let me just take care of you. just want you next to me" he lies you down. hurrying working you out of your clothes as you try and calm him down. his neediness making him anxious for your closeness, your body near his makes his blood boil

it makes you laugh at him but you grab his hands slowing him down "wait hold on, gojo you don't want subs ?" your trying to keep your shirt down as you giggle at his hands getting you naked.

he shakes his head " no, no i need you right now" he's desperate he wants you to be skin to skin with him. snatching your shirt off of you, and reaching for your pants and adding to the pile. reaching for your bra and throwing it across the living room.

he spreads himself on top of you laying his body between your legs, while you work your hands through his hair. letting him soak in the contact. hearing his groans of relaxation as the stress leaves his body. he doesn't know how he can breathe without you. he loves his chest on yours. feeling your heartbeat beat with his, letting the heat radiate of each other.

settling his face lower so that he can place soft kisses along the middle of your chest . feeling your heartbeat under his lips. he goes to cup your chest feeling the weight in his hands gripping his hands lightly when you groan placing the sweet pecks along the skin "mmh i needed you so bad i missed you" softly licking the skin. "so much, so much"

he suddenly gets up he get the idea that he has to keep you here, he doesn't like the separation. he needs you closer. he has to tie you up he doesn't want you leave him ever he will break if you do. he goes to the bedroom leaving you by yourself on the couch "gojo what are you doing baby ?" you call out to him. he comes back shuffling working off his pants and he has pink ribbon in his hands. the same ribbon you use for your hair in the mornings

"sorry baby i had to go get something" he lays back on top of you. adjusting your legs so that he has you in the perfect position. he works those panties off you breathing hard when he sees your juices string free. he proceeds to tie you up in a way that leaves your legs spread out for him ribbon hooking around the back of your neck keeping your thighs wide open for him. you can see behind his eyes there is determination and obsession he has for you, you let him get out his fixation.

seeing you spread out for him looking so succulent his eyes sparkle, "perfect, you look so good baby" kissing your legs that's suspended. "now you can't leave me" he whispers kissing closer on your thighs. you giggle at his whispers like you can't hear him. he works his mouth closer to your mound. hungrily eying you as his mouth waters just to get a taste of you. particularly panting when he sees the flesh, the way your pussy is puffed out between your legs. he is whining to put his tongue on you. moving his head to lay between your legs. he marvels at you "so pretty, the prettiest"

he lets his mouth salivate and goes to swipe his tongue, letting the taste hit his tastebuds. his mouth slowly working while he licks at you. placing his arms under your back to support you. making those smacking sounds while you start to softy moan above him. "mm gojo feels so good" your shaky hands grip his white hair feeling the way his tongue is toying with you. making your back arch into his arms.

he collects all the juices that start to leak out of you, twirling his tongue around you to quench his thirst. making his eyes roll back into his skull while he swallows all that he can. he can feel his brain thumping making it hard for him to focus on the task that his tongue is doing. he suctions his lips using the tip of his tongue to lap at you. causing your legs to start to twitch, your clit throbbing in his mouth when he starts to suck harder.

your moans getting louder and your body starting to quiver. he starts to roll his hips into the bed grinding against the sheets feeling the arousal course through his veins. he gets more euphoria from pleasuring you then anything else. to hear your moan and taste you on his tongue, it makes him start to groan out.

you can feel the vibrations against your clit under his tongue. your voice shaking as you breathe out "goj-gojo". the words making him use his sholders to push your tied up legs even farther back as he starts to try and eat you whole, the words making him hungry. he is trying to use his tongue to hypnotize you, to keep you by his side so you'll never leave.

the feeling has you overflowing with emotions. has your legs trying to spring free with each and every move of his tongue. he is an expert with the motions, he know how to rotate and suck his mouth to make you shake and shiver. his hands under you back squeezing you tighter trying to keep you still so he can continue to swallow more of your cream "g-gojo feels too good" your toes starting to curl when he doesn't even slow down, he is too needy to not have your liquid hitting his taste buds.

his whines from grinding into the bed are vibrating into your folds causing more pleasure. he loves the taste if he could keep you in bed all day and be between your thighs he would. he wouldn't let you go until his jaw get locked, but you won't let him he's tried. maybe if he tied you up more maybe he could have you to himself all day. he can feel you start to shake rapidly getting ready to taste your cum he starts suck your clit and twirling his tongue faster

your vision gets blurry and your body tenses completely when you gush into his mouth. he is quick to swallow it all, drinking up more when you keep supplying him more. your eyes rolling back when he keeps moving his tongue to overstimulate you "ugh b-b-baby that's enough" you try and push his head away but he is wrapped tightly around you.

he is whining loudly when his mouth stills against you. you words knocking him out of his trance you put him in, almost forgetting about the boner in his pants so worried about eating your pussy till he can't anymore. he gradually licks you clean gulping down the orgasm that coats you and plants a soft kiss on those fat lips and slowly pulls away watching you pant out and chest heave

his lower face completely soaked when he drags off his boxers, feeling the strain in his length. whimpering when it smacks against his stomach and makes him tremble and moan. leaving him naked and bare when he comes closer to admiring you laid out and glistening for him. your pretty face watching him only makes him harder, he has to look away. looking at where his mouth only lied moments ago.

his guides his width to come inbetween those swollen pussy lips running along your juices, coating himself with the cream that you have created so he can enter you easier. his whining already taking up the room. he can't contain the sounds as they bounce of the walls. he can feel the muscles in his thighs start to tense and his breathing starting to quicken.

your both sensitive for different reasons, your sensitive from the assault of his tongue. and he is sensitive from his contrast grinds into the bed. he hits your swollen clit with his enlarged tip causing both of you make those sounds that bounce off each other.

"imma cum baby" he shakes out. he always cums like this, not even inside you yet and already his stomach is clenching up. he can't contain himself around you. you feel the ropes hit your stomach and coat your skin with the hot cream, as soon as the words leave his mouth. his high pitched moans making you hold his face to relax him holding his trembling jaw that makes his lips pucker

pecking his lips as his eyes flutter close tasting your juices. letting him calm down from the high he has fallen into. his width becoming harder now that he is already sensitive. "mm baby let it out" you say as you continue touching him, petting his hair to make him less stimulated your touch only makes him feel the effects more

his eyes are just the white part while he tries and come back to reality. "i need you, i n-need you" he starts to babble, words being hard to form with his mouth, shuddering as he positions himself against you. slowly slotting his messy length into you, throwing his head back as he does. he is so thick you grab him to lay on top of you so you have something to grip too.

you can feel your body shiver the ribbon keeping your legs from moving as he steadily starts to try and pierce you deeper. the feelings so intense already, "gojo please" your face squished into his neck when you feel him in the back of your walls. he stuffs the rest of length into you impatient to start fucking you. that spot near you cervix being brushed making your eyes rolls back

he is breathing hard feeling the burn in his thighs happen again. "shitt im cummin again" his mouth wide open "im so sorry sweetheart, your t-too tight" he whines when he pushes his head into your neck. holding strongly under your back when his tip jerks inside you having the stream of the white liquid puddle in your cushioned walls

he circles his arms tighter around you making your waist come closer to his, breathing hard when his legs stop shaking from the burn. you kiss along the side of his face while his moans quiet down gradually "you ok gojo ?" he doesn't answer with words only nodding with slight whimpering and starting to slowly grind into you making the space behind your belly button start to tingle. the way your legs are tied back allows him to reach too deep into you. the tip of him catching on your cervix making you clench up tightly causing gojo to suck his lips onto your neck, suckling on the skin.

his moans so loud as he humps into you, his voice high in pitch while his teeth catch on the bruised skin of your neck. he pulls his hips away to push into you roughly. your body pushed against his when his hips slam into yours again. he is starting a brutal pace that has your legs already shaking. his head lifts from your neck when goes to kiss your lips, moaning louder than you when your tongue starts to twist together. you messily kissing him makes him roll his hips stronger, clit catching on his pelvis. your nails coming to scratch on his back when he starts to make your body tense up again. lips swollen when he pulls away biting your lip, letting it pop out his mouth

he pounds into you harder feeling the pain you supply him from making him draw blood on his back. the pain mixed with pleasure has him short circuiting "don't ever leave me, i love you. i love so much" his deep strokes that make you want to wrap your legs around him but because your so spread out the feeling is almost too ínstense. rolling his hips to hit the back of your walls making you cry out, making your legs shake in those pretty ribbons again.

"ahh i w-won't i swear" you whimper out feeling like he is trying to overwhelm you when he starts stabbing into your womb, drilling into you with a new possession. not liking how you not saying you love him. hips moving with anger the emotion making him be harsh with you

"i said i love you, you don't love me anymore ?" it's like his madness is express through his rough strokes into you, that feeling has you shivering. you can't form any words making his blood boil even more, he moves his hands to hold you securely onto your legs that shake. "hmm (୨୧) i said i love you" he moves deeper. wanting on you to confess your love for him

"n-n-no i love you so much" you know how he can get, how he can overthink and make himself a little unpredictable over you. you have to reassure him let him know that he is the only person you want, the only person who you love like you love him

"i should keep you tied up so you never leave. keep you here for me" he is being so rough. letting his mouth flow all his thoughts that have been brewing in his mind. though he is pounding into you his voice pouts out contricting himself

your stomach cramps when he hits a certain spot in you making you put your hand on his abdomen trying to stop his harsh movements. your nails digging into his hard stomach. "gojo baby slow down" your voice wavering as he plows into you. "too rough" your feeling that warm sensation in your stomach again it's creeping up on you

he trying to stop him pushing your hand out of the way. "don't make me tie your hands sweetheart, trying to take this good pussy from me" he goes to grab at your neck wrapping his fingers around the column of your throat and squeezing to bring you closer to his face. cutting off your airflow "you don't understand what you do to me. you make me act crazy" he can feel you tighten your tummy at his words while he is pecking those swollen lips. "i just love you too much, i'm sorry for being so rough sweetheart" he pants out words coming out breathy due to his constant movements

he start to act animalistic biting your delicate skin of your shoulder licking to your collarbone where he sucks and bites you also. holding your neck tighter as hips move wilder. your so close you can feel the slow build up, the tension in your body bubbling in you "but this is my pussy, mmm all mine" he is biting his lip, fighting the need to cum in you for the umpteenth time "i love this pussy, all just for me" he is groaning when he grabs your hips letting you collect your breathing to continue those strokes leaving you shuddering "mine-mine your mine" he can't seem to say any other words your juices leaving him in a hypnotic like state.

the ribbon digging into the back your neck when your legs start the flair. trying to set themselves free. your back arching in as you continue to wiggle around. the constant pressure near your cervix has you getting louder. "go-go im gonna cum baby"

he can feel your plush walls swallowing him harder. your cream coating in such a thick paste when he looks at where you connected with him running his hands past your hips to touch where your so wet and soft. you skin feeling like velvet when his fingertips connect with your skin.

"so pretty, you're so pretty for me" when his fingers come to rub soft circles on your clit you can't even warn him about how you feel the lightning in your stomach and that tingling in your walls. the way your juices fly out out his stomach seeing your mouth gaped and your eyes crossed white has him almost at the finish line

his hips still rolling into you and his fingers still circling your slick flesh dragging you through your orgasm making you feel it 10x harder. "oh m-m b-baby " he is speaking gibberish can't seem to form the right words.

his voice squeaking when you feel him jerk on top of you. his high pitch whimpers making you drag your nails harder in his back because your body is still shaking. your still feeling the strain in your walls. you barely snap out of it when he softly kisses your lips. "i'm sorry baby i got carried away, just missed you so much"

your too tired to say anything back as he pulls out of you cautiously watching his cum drip out of you. "so sorry but its so pretty" he whispers to himself lowering his face to be parallel with your swollen folds. moving so that he can give you a long lick. you reach to grip his white hair.

he can taste all his cream when he puts his tongue in your tender hole. "and you still taste so good" he stops when he hears your tired whines. moving his lips to your tied legs working those ribbons off of you. kissing where the strained marks lay. your legs finally free when they wrap around him he still apologizing when he carries you to the bedroom. "you forgive me ?"

[angietherula]

ღ༘⋆ 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀/ 𝓡𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓾𝓷

♡ Reiner Braun x fem!reader (requested by @riribubuk ♡)

𓍯 ִֶָ 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽

You went over to your girlfriend's house a few days ago. There was a small little gathering with just a few other friends for her birthday. Both hers and her boyfriend'a friends were there.

That's where you ended up meeting Reiner. You spotted him across the room through the crowd of people, and you noticed him looking at you, but you brushed it off. Maybe you accidentally made eye contact, not unusual. Even though it was a few times now.

However, the more you talked to your friend, sipping your drink, the more you felt his eyes still on you. You weren't sure if he was staring or if he just so happened to keep repeatedly looking at you. Maybe he's looking at you because he thinks you're looking at him.

Honestly, knowing him now, you think it's funny that back in the moment, it annoyed you.

You thought he was just being a dick and staring in a lame attempt to try to get your attention. Truthfully, he's just a big dork and kept trying to figure out how to come and talk to you. He didn't want to say something cliché or stupid. Luckily, you gave him no choice.

You turn your body in a way so that he couldn't read your lips as you talk to your friend.

"Is he over there starin' at me, or am I trippin'? I don't wanna look over there again cause I done already made eye contact with this man like five times." You say quietly.

Your friend looks from you, her eyes scanning around the room trying to figure out who you're talking about before she laughs, not making it obvious she figured it out.

"Girl, he's been looking at you this whole time. That's Reiner. He's a sweetheart. I'm sure he just thinks you're pretty."

"I don't like being stared at." You say sitting your cup down to walk over to him.

Once you get in front of him, he looks in your eyes, and you realize he's taller than he looks from a distance. You cross your arms.

"Why are you starin' at me?" You ask bluntly, and he immediately blushes. His reaction catches you off guard as you kind of expected some assholey response given his slightly intimidating appearance.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to be weird, but you're very beautiful." He says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You drop your hands, and you smile softly at the compliment.

"Oh.. thank you."

"You're welcome." He replies, you can tell he's still a bit embarrassed that you caught him staring even though to anyone else. He wasn't doing a very good job of hiding that he was doing so.

You decided to hang out with him for a while during the party. You two talked, and you realized he was actually quite smart, witty, and he was very handsome, so that's a plus.

"You know you could've come over and said something." You say teasing him a bit for staring earlier, and he lets out a soft chuckle, sipping his drink again.

"See, I was going to, but I didn't know what to say, I was trying to think of something.. that's why I was standing over here.. staring like a creep."

"Hmm.. right, that seems like the better option." You say sarcastically, and he shrugs.

"It got you to come over here and talk to me." You look at him, rolling your eyes before you stand up, getting ready to leave as it was getting late, and you had classes in the morning.

"Yeah, yeah.." You smirk. "I really came over here annoyed that you were staring.. luckily, you're sweet."

He laughs, and he takes your hand softly, seeing you're getting ready to go.

"Can I walk you to your car.. it's dark out."

"Sure, you don't have to, though, if you wanted to stay." He releases your hand, letting your fingers slip from his and stands up from his seat, finishing his drink.

"It's cool. I should get home anyway. Work tomorrow." You nod, and you both say your goodbyes before heading out.

Once you get to your car you open the door and he places his hand on the roof of your car, tilting his head to see you.

"Would you wanna go on a date tomorrow.. with me?" He asks, and you nod once again.

"Sure, but I got classes till 2:30."

"Fine by me, I got work so would 4 o'clock work? It's a family-owned bakery just up the road from here. They have really good coffee."

He's very sweet, very respectful, and honestly, you'd love to see him again, so you smile, agreeing to meet him at the coffee shop tomorrow.

"Cool." He says, hiding how ecstatic he is that you agreed, taking his hand off your car.

"Cool." You respond, feeling your heart flutter a bit. "I'll see you tomorrow. Text me the name of the place, okay?" You say reaching to pull your phone out your bag, handing it to him for his number.

"Will do, princess." He says, putting his number in, and you immediately text him so he'd have your number, too.

Once you drive off, he pulls his phone out, looking at the message, and it's a simple message.

"Don't forget. ☕️❤️."

He smiles at it, saving your number in his phone.

The next day, after he gets off work and you get home from your classes, he texts you the name of the place. You smile, happy that he hadn't forgotten. First dates always made you nervous, never really knowing what you'd get yourself into, but you got a good feeling from this one, from him.

You met him at the bakery, the smell of sweets and coffee filling your nose, and it was perfect for this time of the year now that it's cold outside. He was a gentleman, holding the door open for you, paying for everything, and pulling a chair out for you before taking a seat himself.

You'd been on dates before where the person acted as if they didn't have anything to talk about and even on some where they had no interest in letting you speak and only wanted to talk about themselves.

It was different with Reiner, though. He wanted to hear everything about you. Your childhood, your family life, the things you liked and hated, your quirks, and hobbies. Everything you would tell him, he'd respond as if you were the highlight of his week.

He'd talk to you about his childhood, about the reasons he wasn't very close with his mother and the reasons why his father wasn't really around but whenever he could sense the sympathy in your gaze and your voice, he'd take your hand gently, reassuring you that it's fine and that he's better off this way. He'd tell you stories of his childhood and his teenage years in middle and high school, and he seemed so dorky back then that you couldn't help but laugh and tease him for it in response.

He'd laugh with you, making fun of some of the stories you'd tell him too but you both knew it was just lighthearted fun.

The time seemed to fly by with him, not even noticing you both had stayed until the bakery was closing up. It was around 7:30 now, and you both just decided to continue walking around the city, the Christmas lights illuminating the city along with the chatter of the other people enjoying a night out together.

He'd asked if he could hold your hand at one point and he noticed your hands were freezing.

"Forgot my gloves.." You say when he makes a comment about it, and he stops walking for a moment, taking his scarf off and wrapping it around you. Your mouth is slightly covered by the large piece of fabric as you look up at him, and he laughs softly at how cute you look. He reaches into his pocket, taking out a pair of his gloves and slipping them onto your hands. The gloves were huge on you, but it did help with the cold.

"Thank you." You mutter behind the scarf, and he nods.

"Of course, princess." He says, taking your hand again. His large hands furthered the heat you felt in your hands that were just freezing cold.

That moment, you realized you'd love to see him again and again and again, and he felt the same way, hoping he could have you around for weeks, months, and even years to come.

[angietherula]

𓍯 ִֶָ 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵

۶ৎ 𝓡𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓙𝓪𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝔁 𝓪𝓯𝓪𝓫!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

CW: poly!marriage, oral [male and female], praise kink, brief mention of Reiner liking feet, group sex, double penetration, squirting, fingering, overstimulation, messy sex, spit kink, degradation, gagging, multiple creampies, cum eating, dirty talk, masturbation, just filthy shit really..

A/N: This is an edited and reuploaded fic I wrote months ago. I feel that my writing has improved since, and I like the opportunity to feel proud of everything that's on my page, so sometimes I go back and improve my older work. As always, if you have read this before, please feel free to not read it again, although you can if you'd like.

Word count: 5.6k

“Good morning, babygirl.” You hear Reiner's voice as the front door opens. He walks in carrying several bags on his arms just as you walk downstairs from the bedroom. He pauses, stepping aside, holding the door with his heel for Eren and Jean, your other husbands, who are following closely behind him.

“Mornin', princess.” Jean says leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking through the arched doorway to your left sitting the bags on the kitchen table.

“Morning, pretty girl.” Eren greets you lifting your chin with his index finger, planting a soft kiss on your lips before following Jean.

Reiner lets the door shut following the other two men to sit the bags down before coming back to you, grabbing your hips, and cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t get a kiss, baby?” he asks with a playful smirk playing across his lips.

“Gotta be first next time, papa. Wanna stand back there holding the door for everybody.” You tease with a cute, playful pout on your face as you shrug softly, looking up at him.

"Right, I'll just let it hit 'em next time, alright?" He jokes before he leans in planting a kiss on your lips.

“I love these pretty lips..” He mutters, bringing his hand up to lightly squish your cheeks making those glossy lips pucker before giving another soft kiss to you, sweet smile on your lips as you look up into his hazel eyes when he pulls away.

"My God, you're so pretty.." he softly praises before the moment is interrupted by the sound of Jean's annoyed voice.

“Yeah, yeah.. move Reiner so she can come look at her stuff.” He groans from across the room, leaning his shoulder against the wall with his arms crossed and you can't help but giggle as you look at him, a slight look of jealousy on his face. His look changes when he hears you laugh at him, and he gives you a soft smile in response.

You look up at Reiner, seeing him roll his eyes before letting his hands fall back to his sides, turning to walk to the wall next to Jean, leaning against it, as well.

You follow behind him taking a seat in Eren’s lap as he’s sitting in the chair, slouching a bit with his legs spread apart, brown hair falling to his shoulders and his hands come to your hips, rubbing them softly.

“Open that small red bag right there first, baby. I bought that one for you.” He says nodding his head towards the bag. You reach for it opening it only to find a beautiful diamond bracelet with the letter “E” hanging from it.

“This is so pretty, Eren. Thank you.” You say lifting the bracelet and moving it around slowly watching the diamonds sparkle in the light. He adjusts in the seat enough to bury his face into your neck after brushing your hair to the side, planting a kiss on your neck before mumbling against your skin.

“’m glad you like it.. pretty bracelet for a pretty girl.” You turn your head giving him a kiss.

“Thank you..” You say softly once again, running your fingers through his hair softly.

“Damn you couldn’t put a “J” and a “R” on it?” Jean jokes and Eren looks over at him.

“You couldn’t put no money on it?” He retorts and you shake your head.

“All y’all do is argue.” They both smile softly and Eren sits back in the chair once again as the three men watch you open the rest of the gifts, they spent all morning buying you. The bags are filled with jewelry, lingerie, bags, perfume and even candies and other small things they know you love.

“Thank you.” You say sweetly, moving around the room to give them all a hug and kiss. When you move to hug Jean, you lift your arms up around his neck and your ass shows a little out the bottom of that cute little pink dress you have on.

That’s when you feel Reiner move behind you, large hands gripping your ass and you smirk against Jean’s lips before turning your head to look up at him.

“Damn, she can’t have a moment with just me, huh?” Jean says in an almost playful tone as his lips break away from yours.

“Shit, she was mine first. Both of you seem to have forgotten that..” Reiner mutters as he leans down brushing his lips across your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands rubbing along your stomach softly before pulling you back into his chest.

“She’s so pretty you can’t help but want to fuck her, huh?” Jean says while you look up at him, lustful glint in your eyes as Reiner’s lips brush along your neck.

Eren stands up walking to stand in front of you next to Jean, hand coming up to caress your cheek causing you to look into those mesmerizing teal eyes of his before you turn your head just enough to slip his thumb into your mouth, forcing a soft groan from him and he licks his lips slightly.

“Mm.. damn right... looks like our pretty girl wants some attention. Don’t you baby?” Eren says and you nod in response before slipping his thumb out of your mouth, slowly.

“Mhmm.. I hate when you all leave at the same time.. somebody gotta start staying with me..” You say looking at them, Jean steps forward as his hands go to your hips just beneath Reiner’s hands.

“Aww. We weren’t gone for that long, princess, you’re just too spoiled.. but we can make it up to you baby doll.. would you like that?”

You nod once again, your heart beating a little quicker and you watch Eren reach in one of the bags pulling out some cute, lacy baby pink lingerie, pretty like white bows adorning it.

“Here, go put this on for us.. You know how much we love that color on you. I can’t wait to see you in it.” He says handing it to you. You give them a sweet smile before heading to the bedroom upstairs, changing into the lingerie in the bathroom.

They walk into the room after you, all chilling on the bed talking to one another before their conversation is interrupted by you walking back in, their heads turning to look at you when you come back into the room.

“Fuck..” You hear them all mutter in unison as their eyes scan your body in that lacy pink matching bra and thong set, pussy very much visible through that thin material. Your thighs are adorned by lacy white garter belts with a pretty little bow in the middle of the material as they hold up the thigh-high socks. Reiner’s focus on them doesn’t go unnoticed and you know it was the part of the outfit Reiner picked out just for himself.

“Come ‘ere.” Reiner says holding his hands out for you as he moves to the edge of the bed, legs spread apart just enough for you to stand between them.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest damn thing in the world..” Jean's voice comes out smooth and lustful as he sits back against the headboard, next to Eren. Both men are looking at you like they’re struggling to hold themselves back and you can’t help but notice that all of them are hard as fuck in their sweatpants while you stand there in front of Reiner.

His hands caress your sides, moving up to squeeze your breasts lightly before they trail back down, spinning you around in a circle, showing you off to the other men behind him.

You lift your hand, running your fingers into his hair lovingly, a smug grin on your face.

“Damn, everybody dick get hard just cause I come out in some lingerie, huh?”

“Can’t control that babygirl, not when you come out looking like that.. spin around again for me..” Eren says, voice full of want, of hunger. You do a cute little 360° for them again, ass jiggling as you spin, groans coming from the men giving you even more of a confidence boost.

Eren gets up from the bed, moving to stand behind you. “Fuck.. I wanted to tease you.. have a lil bit of fun first but.. now I just wanna eat some pussy.. swear it’s just callin’ to me, baby.”

He wraps his hands around you, fingers running down your stomach as his lips come down to your neck, nipping at your skin softly.

“So fuckin’ pretty..” He mumbles, heat from his breath brushing against your neck while his hand goes between your legs, long slender fingers brushing over your clothed pussy.

“She talkin’ bout us being hard like this pussy ain’t soakin’ wet already..” Reiner watches Eren's fingers press against your clit bringing his own hand up your inner thigh, fingers pulling the wet material to the side as Eren moves his finger for only a second before rubbing your bare clit slowly. Reiner pushes two of his thick fingers into your pussy, causing your head to lean back against Eren.

“Mm. fuck..” a sweet, soft moan slips past your lips as your lips part just a little.

“Mmm.. there’s that pretty voice..” Jean coos as he watches them play with your pussy, sitting back with his arms crossed, smirk on his face as he listens to how wet you are while Reiner slowly drags his fingers in and out, scissoring them at times just to make the noise louder for the men to hear.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet. damn.. pussy’s sucking the hell outta my fingers..” Reiner groans before pulling his fingers out, holding them up over his shoulder where Jean can see them. His fingers glistening intensely in the dim lighting of the room, juices running down his hand, cream built up at his knuckles.

“Just look at our messy girl, Jean..” Reiner says turning his head just a little to look at Jean who begins to move forward until he gets close enough to Reiner’s fingers his eyes focused on yours as you look back into his, strands of his light brown hair falling in front of his eyes.

He runs his tongue along Reiner’s fingers, lips wrapping around them, cleaning up the mess you made before dragging his lips to the top and off, licking his lips.

“Mm.. pussy so damn good babygirl.. come lay down.. lemme get a better taste.”

Eren pulls his lips away from your neck, hand moving away from your clit causing you to let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and you move to the bed, lying on your back as you watch the men all stand up, each of them removing their clothes, dicks all standing at attention.

Eren’s pretty, pink tip is already leaking just from rubbing against your ass while he played with you.

Jean moves back to the bed first, hands moving up your legs slowly. His fingers hook into the garter belt on your thigh popping it against your skin softly before he speaks.

“Open your legs for me, baby.”  It doesn’t take but a second for you to open your legs, panties still pushed to the side of your soaked, leaking pussy. The view causes audible groans as all the men look at you.

“Mm fuckin’ look at that..” You hear Jean murmur before his fingers run down your pussy, fingers running between your lips to spread you open, pussy smacking softly as he does so.

Jean brings his head closer to your cunt, his eyes looking up at you for just a moment when he flicks his tongue over your clit, making your legs jump softly. He pulls his head back, looking down at your pussy before letting spit drip down from his lips, saliva running down your pussy. After watching it for a moment he decides to lay his hot tongue back flat, running it upwards, from your hole to your clit. A string of saliva connects your pussy and his tongue after his mouth pulls away from you, causing you to grip the pillow underneath your head as you whine.

“mmm.. Jean..” Your other hand reaches down to his hair, your fingers running into the strands as he goes back in starting to lap at your pussy hungrily.

Eren and Reiner both come over, sitting on the bed next to you, one on each side as their hands wrap around their dicks while they watch Jean eat you out. Deep groans coming from both of them.

“Fuck Jean.. lemme get in on that..” Eren groans moving down between your legs as well.

“Hold your legs up, princess.. keep ‘em spread wide for us, okay?” He says looking from your pussy to your eyes for a second. You grab the back of your thighs, Jean’s tongue not taking a break for even a second, his lips sucking your clit every few seconds as you pull your legs up, legs spreading wider as your pussy gets put even more on display and Eren nudges Jean.

“Don’t be so greedy.. let me have some too..” His words cause Jean to scoff before scooting over just enough for Eren to get between your legs too, tongue coming down, right next to Jean’s as they both lick at your pussy, tongues sliding along one another’s before Jean’s tongue presses into your clit. Eren’s lips kiss and suck on your inner thigh before his finger circles around your hole, finger sliding in easily while his mouth goes back down, eating you out with Jean once again.

“Mm..” You hear them moan as they both continue eating you out. Reiner’s hand runs down your stomach to your pussy, fingers slipping between your lips to spread your pussy open as the other two men push you closer to your orgasm.

“Ahh.. fuck.. that feels so good..” You whine out, eyelids growing heavy as your head tilts back into the pillow, grip on your thighs slipping.

“Mmm. You better not let those legs fall..” Eren growls against your pussy causing you to readjust your hands to hold your legs tighter.

“Shit.. you look so.. mm.. so fucking pretty..” Reiner groans, fingers from one hand still spreading your pussy open, the men’s saliva coating his fingers while the other strokes his thick cock, massaging the head before running back down to the base of his shaft.

“Mmm fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You whine out, legs trembling as the men continue lapping and slurping at your pussy like they haven’t eaten in weeks.

“Mmm cum baby.. give it to me.. make a fuckin’ mess for us..” Jean groans against your pussy between the licks he keeps giving you. Juices start to dribble out of your pussy onto their tongues.

“Mmm fuck, baby.. look at that pretty pussy leaking baby.. fuck I love when you make a mess..” Reiner groans, his voice causing you to squirt.

Jean sits up, hand coming to your clit. Eren follows his lead, sitting up only to shove his middle and index fingers into your pussy, juices spraying to your thighs as you cry out, back arching.

“Ouuu fuuckk.” You whine Reiner’s hand slows down before he lets go of his dick, standing up.

“Fuck, my turn.. I’m not waiting no more..” He groans as Jean and Eren move up to lie on either side of you, their hands running down to replace yours on your thighs as they hold your legs open for Reiner, their faces burying in your neck just as their tongues run along your skin.

“Fuck.. just look at this pussy.. so fuckin’ messy.. mmm.. just how I like it..” Reiner groans while stroking his dick before rubbing the head along your pussy, slowly popping the head of his dick inside before pulling back with a hiss.

“Fuck that pussy’s tight baby.. no matter how many times I fuck you, she just never gets used to me, huh? Gotta open up and let me in darlin’..” He pushes back in slow, watching the thickness of his dick stretch your pussy around him, pussy swallowing every inch of him little by little.

“Fuuckk.. that's it.. good girl” He groans, jaw going slack as he starts thrusting deep and slow.

“Mmm damn.. I can hear how wet that pussy is pretty girl..” Eren groans against your neck before running his tongue up to your earlobe. His hand grips tighter on your leg, continuing to spread you open for Reiner who’s hand presses against your lower tummy as he fucks you a little bit faster feeling the bulge from his dick.

“Shit.. feel that..” he groans talking to the other two men who bring their hands up to feel his dick bulging through your belly.

“Mmm. You love getting fucked, huh?” Jean speaks softly against your neck causing you to nod your head.

“Mmm.. uh huh… feels so good..” You moan, pussy gripping and creaming on Reiner’s dick before he pulls out, standing up from the bed.

“Fuck.. c’mere princess..” He says, breathing somewhat heavily as he motions for you to come stand in front of him, which you do.

Once you get in front of him his hands move up to your bra taking it off, taking this opportunity to rip the panties off too, tossing both of the pieces of fabric to the side.

“Rei.. you just bought those..” You whine as his hands wrap around you gripping your ass tight.

“Fuck em.. I’ll buy you twenty more princess.. promise.” He says before picking you up with ease. Your legs wrap around his hips as he sinks you back down on his dick his hands moving from your ass to your thighs holding you up as he bounces you up and down. The position lets you feel him deep, your hand brushing his biceps, feeling the large muscle flex every time he moves you.

After a moment he lets one of your legs drop back to the ground, the other being held up over his forearm as he keeps fucking up into you. You grip his bicep tight, your other hand on his shoulder as you feel your juices rush down your leg, wetting up the garter belt and the socks Reiner got you.

“Nggh fuck..” You let out a whimpering moan, feeling Eren come up behind you, spitting on his fingers before running them over your asshole, wetting you up for him before he positions his dick pushing up into you slowly, stretching the tight hole around him.

“Fuck!” You cry out, head falling back against his chest as they both fuck up into you. One of Eren’s hands grip your hip while the other grips at your neck turning your head just enough to look at him, your lips are parted, eyebrows furrowed slightly, with pleasure filling your eyes as they look up into his. His gaze filled with a feral lust as he groans.

“Fuckk.. Open..” He moves his hand up to your jaw gripping it tight causing your plump lips to part.

“Ugh shit.. stick your tongue out for me, babygirl..” He growls watching you stick your tongue out, mouth open before he spits into your mouth, hand moving back down to grip your throat again.

“Such a good fucking girl.. fuck you feel good..swear I’m bout to cum already.” He groans, voice breaking into a slight whimper towards the end. His eyes are still looking into yours, your gaze stuck on his as your breath is caught in your throat before he lets go, soft gasp escaping your mouth, followed by soft moans.

“Look at me, baby..” Reiner says in a deep soft voice causing you to turn your head to look up at him, your hand gripping his bicep firmly, fucked out expression on your face as your moan struggle to even come out anymore, your breaths just coming out in short, soft gasps.

“So pretty..” He groans as you look into each other’s eyes. They both start to thrust harder, breathing getting heavier as Eren’s hand tightens around your throat as Reiner leans in pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. Juices continue running down your thighs as you get closer to cumming once again.

“F-fuuckk.. this pussy’s too good, baby..” Reiner groans out just before he shoots his cum into you, causing you to cum again as well.

“Fuuckk.. oh my.. ahh.” You whine out, head falling back onto Eren once again.

“Fuck!” Reiner moans, eyes still focused on yours as his lips part and he continue fucking his cum up into you before they both pull out, cum immediately rushing out of your pussy.

“Mm fuck.. bout time..” You hear Jean groan from the bed, fist slowly pumping his dick.

“Come let me get some of that too princess, been waitin’ too long.. ‘m so fuckin’ hard, it hurts..” He says patting his lap and he lies back on the bed.

You crawl onto the bed, feet planted into the mattress on either side of his thighs, legs bent at the knees as your back faces him, your hands reach back onto the mattress to balance yourself, as you lean back some, pussy hovering above his dick. You push yourself down onto him slowly as he grabs your hips, your head falling back as you do.

“Fuck Jean..”

“Mm that’s right. Sit on my dick, pretty girl..” He mumbles while you sink down on him, Reiner’s cum gushing out around him, running down his balls as you start to move slowly, his hands grip your hips tight as you sink all the way down to the base of his dick, ass pressing into his pelvis.

That’s when you see Eren move towards you, getting onto the bed between both you and Jean’s legs, eyes focused on Jean’s dick slipping in and out of your pussy and on the cum pooling at the base of his dick. He leans down, tongue running over Jean’s balls before running up over your pussy, collecting Reiner’s cum on his tongue.

“Fuck, Jaeger..” Jean hisses. Eren smirks, swallowing Reiner’s cum before using his fingers to play with your clit while Jean fucks up into you. He runs his finger down, sliding it inside with Jean's dick. His finger drags along the protruding vein in Jean’s dick as he’s buried inside your soaked pussy. Jean’s jaw clenches tight, a low growl coming from his throat.

“Fuck.. Eren.” You moan aloud, looking down at him.

“Mmm fuck I love this pussy so much..” Eren groans pulling his finger out, sucking it into his mouth before sucking your clit gently causing your pussy to clench around Jean.

“Uggh shit..” Jean spits in a groan, strands of his brown hair falling in front of his face. Soon enough your arms grow tired from holding yourself up and you decide to get on all fours, Jean moving behind you, wasting no time sliding back in.

“Mmm.. pussy’s so loud.. pretty ass pussy.. I swear.. fuck.. I swear..” Jean groans as his hand plants on your lower back as your chest pushes into the mattress, back arching before you feel Reiner’s large hand come down on your ass hard, causing your grip on the sheets to tighten and making you let out a pathetic whimper, body jerking forward slightly.

“Fuck. Throw it back for him baby.. bounce that ass.” Reiner groans watching Jean fuck you, pussy squelching loudly and you start bouncing your ass back on him causing his mouth to hang open slightly, Reiner’s hand caressing your ass while the other strokes his dick.

“That’s it.. Good fucking girl.. making him feel so good. You feel good, don’t you, Jean?” He asks, leading Jean to nod his head, unable to speak as he watches your pussy quickly sliding on and off his dick.

“Mmm fuck.. ahh..” Jean’s voice is soft, desperate and you can tell he's enjoying himself, dick bruising your cervix when he starts to push forward matching your movements. Reiner’s hand runs over your stomach, feeling Jean’s bulge just as they had done with him earlier.

“Fuck Jean.. you’re so deep in it..” Reiner hisses before moving to stand in front of you with Eren. And you lift your upper body from the mattress, hands planting on the bed to hold you up while you look up at them.

“Mmm.. fuck.. I.. mmm wanna suck your dick....” You force out past your moans. Eren’s hand comes up to your cheek.

“Suck who's dick, baby doll?”

“Mm.. b-both.. want both..” You moan as Jean continues fucking you, his large hands planted on your ass, thumbs spreading you open as he lets spit fall from his mouth onto your asshole, spit running down to your pussy, making you even wetter for him.

“Mmm fuck.. pussy’s so fucking nasty.. so loud..” He grunts and Eren moves to the bathroom for just a moment to wash off really quick (since he was just fucking you in the ass) before coming back.

Eren moves closer to you, standing at the foot of the bed and your hand comes up wrapping around his dick before you drag your tongue over the pink tip and  slide him into your mouth, dick reaching the back of your throat as you pull back with a soft slurp before pushing your mouth back down, saliva dripping from your lips.

“Fuck.. that’s it.. you know I love that shit sloppy.. give that shit t’me baby.” Eren groans, hand planting on top of your head as you take him back into your mouth, gagging as his dick hits your throat repeatedly, saliva continuously falling from your lips, running down your chin to drip onto the bedsheets.

“Ohhh.. just like that.. suck that dick baby.. fuck.. that’s right.. get nasty with it.. wanna see you act like a lil slut for me.” He groans, head tilting back as you continue sucking his dick, tongue laying flat against his shaft as your push your head forward only to pull it back over and over again, mouth squelching damn near as much as your pussy, cream and juices running down your thighs as Jean gets closer and closer to his orgasm.

Eren starts thrusting his hips forward, fucking into your mouth, causing you to gag repeatedly, throat sure to be sore later on.

“Mm fuck.. good girl..” Eren groans, dick slipping back and forth between your lips as your eyes fill with tears while he fucks your mouth. Jean’s hands grip your ass hard as he watches his dick slipping in and out of you. His thrusts growing sloppy, his breathing heavy and deep.

“Fuck.. pussy feels so good.. fuck that feels good..” He groans, hands moving up along your back softly as he keeps moaning.

“Alright Jaeger.. my turn.” Reiner says stepping closer to you, fist stroking his dick as he becomes impatient. Eren groans before pulling himself from between your lips, spit stringing and running down your chin as he does, your breathing heavy as you look up at Reiner, tears running down you cheeks as those pretty lips stay parted, eyes a bit tired but you open your mouth wider for him, tongue hanging out and he puts his hand on top of your head, thumb caressing your forehead.

“God.. you are just so fucking pretty.. especially when you look at me like that. I swear I’ll never get enough of you.” He praises softly before lining his dick up with your mouth. His dick is thicker than Eren’s, so it causes a bit more strain on your jaw as he pulls back just to buck his hips back forward.

“Fuck, baby..” He groans and Jean’s breathing gets heavy enough to catch your attention, his thrusts slow and uneven, hips jerking forward as he cups your ass tight, filling your pussy up so much it gushes out before he can even pull out all the way and all you can hear is a slew of grunts and curses coming from his mouth as he pulls another orgasm from you.

Your legs tremble as you whine with a mouth full of Reiner's dick, thighs drenched in all the fluids before Jean pulls out with a moan.

“Fuck girl..” He sighs laying back on the bed as your hips drop back down to the bed and he watches his cum drip out of you, making a large wet spot on the sheets. Reiner's hand moves up to caress your cheeks as you move your head back and forth, slurping and swirling your tongue around the head of his dick.

“Shit.. babygirl..” He groans, eyes focused on your lips as you drag your mouth off his dick, sticking your tongue out as you look at him and he grabs his dick, slapping it against your tongue before you flick your tongue over the head, the sensation causing him to cum in your mouth, a little but of it splashes against your cheek and he uses his finger to clean it off, sticking that same finger into your mouth to let your clean it off. You immediately swallow and he grips your jaw tight forcing you to look up at him.

“Open.” You let your mouth open once again, sticking your tongue out showing him you swallowed every last bit of it.

“Mm.. that’s my good girl.” He says giving you a light pat on the cheek.

Eren smirks, realizing it’s finally his turn to fuck you as he steps in front of you in place of Reiner, finger going under your chin to lift your head, your expression shows you’re completely fucked out, almost as if there isn’t a single thought behind your eyes other than pleasure. You looked so tired, they guaranteed that if they would let you, you could fall asleep within the next 10 minutes. For some reason though, seeing you so tired only made them want to fuck you more, make you cum even more until you were crying and begging them to stop, telling them you couldn’t take anymore.

“Mm.. love fuckin’ her when she gets like this..go lay down for me sugar, open those legs for me.” You move sluggishly to lie back on the bed, limbs feeling weak, but you manage to open your legs for him letting him get between them. He leans down letting his spit build up on his tongue before laying it flat against your pussy running it upwards before sinking his fingers into you. Once he pulls out his soaked fingers he brings them up to your lips, slipping his fingers deep into your mouth as he pushes his dick inside quickly.

“Mmph!” You whimper aloud as his hips snap forward causing him to chuckle before he pulls his fingers from your mouth, hand running down your body.

“Fuck, she can barely take it.” Jean smirks as he watches Eren fuck you, gripping your jaw to turn your head to him.

“I mean damn.. just look at the look on her face..” He says leaning in to kiss you, tongue sliding into your mouth meeting yours as you both kiss sloppily, your mind hardly even able to calculate your movements as you whine and moan.

Eren’s hands push against the back of your thighs, making your legs bend at the knees as he holds them up and open wide while he fucks you. One hand moves to lay against your body as his thumb rubs your clit.

Reiner comes over to the other side of you pulling your face away from Jean’s lips and pressing his lips against yours, sucking your bottom lip softly in the middle of the sloppy make out. Your eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed as Eren’s movement pick up and you whine against Reiner's lips.

“Mmm fuckk.. Eren..” your voice sounds so weak as you mutter against Reiner’s lips but to them it’s so sexy and your back arches slightly.

Jean and Reiner move down your body to lick and suck gently on your nipples, the sensations given to you from the three men causing your head to tilt back, eyes rolling back softly, moans growing louder as your legs start to tremble.

“Mm fuck.. she’s so close..” Eren growls.. “Pussy grippin’ the fuck outta me..fuck.. better make it nasty for me.. I know you got one more in there.. fuck, one more just for me..” He moans, hands gripping your hips as he slows down once again, intensifying the feeling before your walls clamp around him tight, pussy squirting on him and the sheets below, Reiner and Jean lift their heads to watch.

“Fuck! Y/n!” Eren exclaims, pushing your thighs further apart as he keeps fucking you, pussy repeatedly spraying on him every time he drags his dick back slow before his hips snap forward hot cum spraying against your walls before he pulls out, cum leaking from your hole as you try to get your breathing under control. The three men come up to eye level, each of them giving you a sweet kiss.

“Mm.. you’re so damn sexy.. so fuckin’ pretty.. the prettiest.. I swear babygirl..” Reiner coos kissing from your lips to your neck causing you to whine.

“You’re tired huh baby?” Eren asks with a smirk and all you can manage is a soft nod before he picks you up, carrying you to the bathroom. “Let me clean you up pretty girl, then I’ll let you nap, okay?”

“Okay. Love you Ren..” He kisses your forehead, smiling softly.

“I love you more, baby.”

“You look up seeing Reiner and Jean leaning against the door frame, sweatpants hanging low on their hips, arms crossed.

“Damn, what about us?” Jean teases making you giggle softly, holding onto Eren.

“I love you Jean.. Rei..” your voice causing the men to smirk.

“We love you too, princess.” They say in unison.

[angietherula]

— ✰DON JULIO | CONNIE S.

✧ synopsis: you get a lil too drunk at a party and decide to call your ex-boyfriend, connie. | bitches get two sips of liquor and call their ex. ✧ contents: fluff, smut and just a lil angst. reader is black with locs. n-word usage. reader isn't actually drunk, just tipsy. she's a lightweight, as stated in the story. minors dni! ✧ word count: 2.5k! proofread but may still have a mistake here or there, yall know how it goes. ✧ shanti's note: this idea came to me while i was on hiatus (listening to toxic by kehlani and drunk-dialing by summer walker) and i thought, why not surprise y'all with something new? i've never written anything this long before but i'm extremely proud of it and i hope you guys enjoy it too. it's my birthday so consider this a gift from me to you. 🩷

you were always a lightweight and your friends knew that, too. did that ever stop them from passing you shot after shot? absolutely not.

you were never much of a party girl, preferring to spend your friday nights with sum netflix and a glass of wine in hand; occasionally, your girls were able to drag you out the house. this time they pleaded with you, complaining about how they hadn’t seen or spoken to you in so long, that you went MIA. that’s when you realized you never told them that you and connie broke up.

it was a mutual separation; connie was never the best at communication and while you tried to work with him, arguments were inevitable and constant. eventually, you both agreed that you needed space. knowing all this didn’t make the split easier for you, though. you loved connie bad. he was your boyfriend but above else, he was your best friend. his absence in your life took a toll on you. had you depressed in the house, only leaving for work.

that’s why when your girls suggested going to this house party in the city, you didn’t turn it down. maybe if you got cute and loosened up a bit, you’d forget about your ex for a few hours. of course, that damn don julio did the opposite.

you were on your third shot of the liquid poison and you were feeling good, the bass from the loud speakers vibrating through your body. thank god you opted to wear contacts, your glasses would’ve fallen off from how you were dancing. your curly locs fell from the cute bun you styled earlier, dropping to your shoulders and you didn’t even care, not when you were enjoying yourself like this.

“so what happened with you and connie?” your best friend ashley prodded.

“a lot.” you replied apathetically, you really didn't want to talk about him right now. she furrowed her eyebrows, giving you a girl don’t play with me look.

“honestly, it was just too much. we were arguing all the time and you know how connie is, he don’t take shit serious. we decided that breaking up was for the best.”

ashley scoffed. “yeah, for now. i know how you get about that nigga. lie to yourself, don’t lie to me.”

“girl, fuck you.” you fanned her off. “i don’t give a fuck about that— wait, this is my song!”

girlfriend by ruger blared through the speakers, the flashing leds matching the beat. this was the first party you’d been to where everybody was on their feet, living in the moment — none of that sitting to the side, standoffish shit. losing track of time, you didn’t realize you were on your feet since you got there two hours ago and your feet were starting to ache. you stumbled back into your friend draya who caught you, pulling down your mini skirt in the process.

“c’mon girl, sit down for a lil bit. and no more liquor for you!” she said as she led you to the empty couch across the room.

once she made sure you were seated comfortably, she got an ice cold water from the cooler and placed it into your hands. “drink sum of this, ima be watchin’ you from right there, ‘kay?” you nodded as you watched draya skimper back to your friend group, taking a few sips of water before placing it on the side table.

you leaned onto the armrest. you knew the liquor was exasperating how you felt; the bright led lights were making you lightheaded and you could feel an impeding headache from the thumping bass. this was why you didn’t pop out much; it was all fun and games until you were overstimulated and ready to leave. two, maybe three hours was the limit of how much you could take before you’d usually call connie to pick you up. and he always knew what to do, calming you down in a way that no one else could.

but connie wasn’t your boyfriend anymore and you knew that. knew you shouldn’t call his phone and break no contact, knew what it would lead to if he answered. you considered all the outcomes and thought, fuck it. you’d deal with ashley’s mouth later. it didn’t take long to find his name, still unchanged from the break up, my man👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻. you sighed, pressing on the facetime button.

he answered on the first ring and it made you smile. he never let your calls ring more than once. you could only see half of his face at this angle, his gold earrings glistening. the one eye you could see wasn’t open, signifying that he wasn’t fully awake.

“hello?” he yawned, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“i miss you, daddy.” you crooned and fluttered your long lashes, propping your arm on the headrest and leaning your head into your hand.

there was a pause before connie’s eye shot open, sleep forgotten as he sat up, running a hand down his face as he finally processed what you said. “(y/n)? you okay?” he leaned in closer to the camera, eyes squinted. “wait, where you at?”

“a party!” you giggled at his confusion. “the girls invited me out.”

“and you've been drinking.” you nodded and he rolled his eyes, resting the phone face up on his nightstand. “you know you can’t handle no liquor, girl.”

“so? i wanted to have a good time! you the reason I’m drinking!”

“me?” connie stood over the phone and dramatically held a hand to his bare chest, faux disbelief in his expression. “what i do?”

“because, i miss you.” your voice got so quiet, connie almost didn’t hear you over the loud music. but he did and little did you know, the feeling was more than mutual. “wanna see you, can you come get me?”

“i miss you too, baby… but you know we not—“

“i know,” you interrupted him, “but i can’t do this shit no more! i need you, so please come and get me.”

connie let out a deep sigh, studying your pretty face as he contemplated what you were asking. any other time he’d already be in his suv, on his way to you without a second thought. you weren’t together and weren’t supposed to be speaking; but how could he turn you down when you had that cute pout on your face? fuck it, he thought. you needed him so he was on the way.

“alright, pretty. just send me your location.”

“i never stopped sharing it.” you said, a smile tugging at your lips. “you have it.”

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it wasn’t long before you got that come outside text. you made your way through the crowd, told your friends that connie was outside and they already knew what was up, giving you hugs and ashley made you promise to text her when you made it in as you walked out.

connie was waiting for you at the door, looking handsome as always with his favorite fitted on his head. he only had on a white tee and sweats, some nike slides he’d usually wear in the house; not much about him changed since the break up two months ago. fatigue was written all over his face and you did feel bad, but you were so happy to see him.

“c’mere, with ya pretty ass.” he said with a smile, arms open wide.

you immediately ran into his arms, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders and his hands cupped your ass, plump lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “i missed you sooo much.” you said into his shirt, staining the fabric with your sticky lip gloss.

“missed you more, mama. ready to go home?” he mumbled, moving stray locs from your face and you nodded, relaxing into his touch.

connie held you close as he led you to the black audi-rs with the tinted windows, opening the back door. he laid you onto the leather seats gently, his face only inches from yours as he reached his arm into the trunk for a blanket to cover you with. your hands hesitantly snaked up to his face, his head turning at the warm touch.

“what’s wrong—“

“kiss me, connie.” your voice was low and seductive, it made all the blood in his body rush to his dick.

connie wasted no time, connecting your lips feverishly as he slid his tongue into your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, looping your arm across his neck. you sense the desperation in the way connie was kissing you, like he’d been waiting to this, waiting to touch and feel you again. his dick was already half-hard, straining the fabric of his sweatpants, pressed on your clothed core. you rolled your hips on it and connie let out a breathy moan against your lips, his firm hands halting your movements.

“connie, i need you.” you whined, trying your best to wriggle out of his grasp.

“i know, pretty. i got you, let me handle it.” he assured, trailing his hands to your crop top, lifting the cotton fabric until your perky breasts revealed themselves. he groaned to himself, you never did like wearing bras.

connie latched his mouth onto one of your pert brown nipples and sucked, rolling his tongue eagerly as you held onto his head, panting lightly. his other hand continued down until it reached your miniskirt, pushing it up to your hips and finally touching where you needed him most, that pretty pussy. you gasped when his fingers prodded at your clothed cunt, back curving into a delicious arch. you were always so sensitive, even when he was barely touching you. connie released your nipple with a loud pop! and pushed your panties to the side, collecting all the wetness at your entrance on his fingertips, spreading it along your folds and clit, rubbing quick circles into the sensitive bud.

“already so wet f’me, this what you been waiting for, hmm?” he chuckled when you whined into his neck, your hips bucking to match his pace. “y-yes baby, need it so bad.” you really weren’t in the mood for teasing and thankfully, he didn’t make you beg.

his middle and ring fingers slid into your pussy with ease. “fuck.” connie cursed, your fat pussy was squeezing his fingers so tight. they curled into that spongy spot that had you gasping for air. you gripped his shoulder, rolling your hips to meet his hand, his palm rubbing against your puffy clit. the squelching sounds of your wet pussy and your breathy moans were driving him crazy. more than anything, connie wanted to fill you up, have you creaming on his dick. but this was all about you, he’d take care of himself later.

“oh my godd.” your eyes rolled back into your head, mouth slack.

“pussy so pretty.” connie hummed, his eyes focused on the creamy, sticky slick coating his fingers and knuckles. “you gonna cum for daddy, hmm? gonna make a mess f’me?”

“y-yes, ahh, m’close baby don’t stop-“ that was all connie needed to hear.

you almost screamed when connie sped up his movements, your thighs trembling as you felt your orgasm approaching. he leaned down, his lips latching onto your neck, sucking so hard you know you’d have bruises the next morning. his thumb came up to rub your clit and it was over. your entire body shook as you came, clear sticky liquid shooting out and wetting connie’s hand and sweatpants.

you were breathless, getting all hot again as you locked eyes with connie as he licked all your sweet cum off his fingers, a smirk on his lips. “you always taste so good, baby.”

as much as you wanted to respond, the words couldn’t come out. just his fingers were enough to have you in complete bliss, and all you wanted to do now was close your eyes. “i know you tired, baby. sleep.” connie leaned closer, kissing you one last time before covering you with the fuzzy blanket, your eyes fluttering closed.

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connie still had all your things stored in one of his spacious closets in his penthouse. for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to throw anything away — maybe because of the significance the items held or maybe because he knew that you’d come back to him, just like you were now; the circumstances were different from what he imagined, though.

he carried you all the way from the car into his apartment because you were knocked the fuck out, from the orgasm and possibly from the alcohol lingering in your system. upon opening the doors, he was glad he called for maid services earlier; the piles of takeout he’d left on the living room table were gone, the wood floors spotless and shiny. you would beat his ass if you saw what the place looked like while you were gone.

settling you down onto his massive king bed, he already knew what he needed to do. he made his way into the closet, rummaging through one of the bags until he found your favorite makeup wipes, only using a few before he was sure the makeup was all off. he was being as gentle as possible — he didn’t want to wake you up.

connie took off your clothes without moving your body much, tossing them on the floor and grabbing a random shirt from his drawer to put on you. he couldn’t help but laugh, it fit you like a damn dress. he was about to cuddle up with you before he stopped, he knew he forgot something. your bonnet. you would kill him if he let you sleep without it, fucking up your fresh retwist. connie made sure to tie a firm bow to secure it and finally laid next to you, basking in the warmth your body provided.

he’d been waiting for this moment for months; to hold you again and let his fingertips dance along the dips and curves of your beautiful body, caressing your soft flesh like it was fragile. connie remembered every mole and freckle on your skin, as he should; nobody’s seen you like him, the men before him hadn’t tried to. and connie took pride in that, in being the first man to show you what love should feel like. but of course, he had to fuck everything up.

“love you so much, love …” he whispered against your skin, littering soft pecks along your jaw. “more than you’d ever know.”

being away from you for such an extended period of time had given him a new perspective; he didn’t cherish you while he had you. his nonchalance is what fueled all those arguments and his stubbornness kept him from apologizing. that’s why in those two months, all he was doing was thinking about you. everytime he attempted to contact you, he convinced himself that maybe he’d done enough and letting you move on was the best option. but now he had you here in his arms and connie was ready to make shit right, because what would his life be without you in it?

he’d address everything in the morning and pray you felt the same, that it wasn’t just the liquor talking. there was one last thing he had to do before he finally went to sleep — text your nosy ass best friend ashley and let her know you were safe, he always ended up texting your friends for you after your lil girls nights.

(bonus: he just loves to get on ashley’s nerves 😂)

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[angietherula]

spiderman!eren, who had a small addiction with your cunt. but what seemed even better was hanging from his ceiling to please you. the white web held eren up, your chubby frame laying on your back on his bed. hands bond to feet by the strings that shot out of the man; having to take everything. orgasm after orgasm.

“i-i can’t any-more baby!” you tried to plead, your pussy hurting so good from the multiple times you had creamed tonight. eren’s face was glistening, tounge reaching all of you. pink lips puckering to kiss your ass and secretly rub his tounge over the forbidden hole. your pussy, just wouldn’t stop feeding him, feeding into his oral fixation that it has now been hours. to hell with all the blood circulating to his head, to hell with how you tried running from his skilled tounge, to hell with his spidey senses that kept tingling but he ignored to eat your beautiful pussy.

to hell with it all.

“you can take it” he pushed your feet back more, growing irritated with you movement. a harsh slap to your thigh and his lips were sucking on your clit. he moved down and spread your fat lips spitting on you only to lick it back up, kissing you all over. his teeth would so ofter tug at your lip, slapping your cunt while he fucked his tounge in your hole. enjoy how he could feel when your cream was gonna gush into his mouth. spiderman!eren wouldn’t stop until you passed out! finally retreating to go be the neighbor superhero! and leaving you bond to his web just so you were ready when he returned.

[angietherula]

This is just a little short drabble about stargazing (kinda) with Tengen.. I also added in the wives, so I hope that's okay.

I tried to keep these fairly short and cute so I'm sorry if it sucks.

● Requested by @kentophilia

The cool air of the night rushes through the grass surrounding the large blanket that was laid out for the five of you.

Tengen had suggested a late night picnic since it was such a cloudless night and none of you could sleep anyways.

Suma was seated in front of you as you sat on your knees braiding her hair back into two braids. She complained about the wind repeatedly blowing it in her face and you’d had enough, deciding to braid it so she’d quit whining and Makio would quit fussing at her for doing so.

Hinatsuru and Makio sat on the other side of the blanket unpacking and preparing the food you all had packed to watch the stars with your husband. Tengen was seated in the middle of you all towards the back of the blanket, his arms crossed as he watched the four of you, white hair lightly blowing in the wind.

A soft smile crosses his face as he watches his wives talk about the food, their new life now that he’d retired from the Demon Slayer Corps, and Suma whining that you were braiding too tight only to sigh in relief as you finished, grabbing her head softly. You laugh at her whiny expression.

“You’re such a baby, Suma. I wasn’t even braiding that tight.” You tease poking her cheek playfully causing her to blush and Tengen shakes his head letting out a soft chuckle.

“You’d think be wives would be a little nicer to each other.” He teases playfully before you all turn towards the sound of Hinatsuru’s voice.

“Alright, everything’s all ready.” Hinatsuru speaks as you all move closer to Tengen, preparing to eat.

You place your hands together as Tengen says his prayer before you start to dig in happily, glancing up at what appeared to be millions of beautiful stares in the sky above you. You could even see all the city lights from the hilltop where you guys were seated.

You notice Tengen’s hand by your face, breaking your concentration on the lights ahead of you as your eyes move to his, or at least to the one that isn’t covered. He tilts his head, smile on his face, as strands of his hair blows in front of his face and he gestures the strawberry in his hand to you in offering. You open your mouth, your heart beating a little quicker as he feeds you the strawberry before you look over and Makio and notice her already holding the strawberry out to Tengen.

“Feed me too.”

“Yeah, I want one too.” Suma follows to which you, Tengen, and Hinatsuru proceed to laugh at them. He feeds them regardless though, unable to resist the feeling of seeing smiles on his wives faces.

Once you all finish eating, Tengen lies back on the blanket, cuddling you and Hinatsuru against his chest, the other two women laying next to you all, their heads near his shoulders as you look up at the sky again.

“Do you ever miss the Corps?” You ask Tengen. He’s quiet for a moment but then he speaks.

“Yeah, sometimes. It didn’t leave much time for us to do things like this though.”

“Would we be able to start a family now?” Hinatsuru asks and the rests of you chime in sitting up around him quickly, talking over one another excitedly at the thought of you all having a child and looking to him expecting an answer. Tengen let’s out a boisterous laugh which causes you all to get quiet in anticipation of his answer.

“Soon, I promise.” He says and you all groans softly not exactly liking the answer he gave which only makes him laugh more.

You all lie there for a while, looking up at the stars, Suma and Hinatsuru eventually drifting off the sleep, leaving only you, Makio, and Tengen awake enjoying each other company while the sound of crickets fills your ears.

[angietherula]

𔘓ʚɞ Reiner Braun, who's only rough with you because you feel too damn good.

When he really gets into it, his large hand pushes your head down into the pillow as he roughly fucks you from the back, plowing into you sloppily while he looks down watching your ass ricochet off his pelvis. His lips parted, and eyebrows furrowing slightly as he moans.

He only realizes you can't breathe when his gaze trails up your arched back, noticing your hand reaching behind you to try to tap him and break his focus. Only then do his fingers quickly wrap into your hair, pulling your face from the pillow harsher than he intended so you can gasp for air.

"Mm fuck, 'm sorry princess.." He moans his hips not slowly down for a second as he continues to grunt and groan.

Your mouth hangs open, moaning loudly at the force of his thrusts, your back arching like crazy from his hold on your hair.

Let's not forget the times he'd have you in missionary at the edge of the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders as his large frame hovers over you, his mouth licking, kissing, and sucking at your neck harshly, marking you up as your fingers tangle in the back of his hair, pulling softly at the short blonde strands as they peak through your fingers.

"I love you.. I love you.. fuck.. love you so much." He mutters between his lips, touching your skin. You know he means it with everything in him regardless of the fact that he's fucking you like he can't stand you.

He'd stop for a moment, only to stand up. His hands grab your hips tight, yanking them up from the mattress just to continue his relentless thrusts, the new angle causing your stomach to bulge slightly and his eyes focus on it, his moans growing rougher, deeper, louder.

"Ahh fuck.. look at that.." He moans, one of his hands coming up to press against the area, feeling the tip of him repeatedly knocking against his palm.

"Fuck.. feel that.. feel how deep I am, sugar.." He groans, grabbing your wrist and making you feel it as your legs wrap around him, only feeling him drop you back down to the mattress as his hot cum shoots directly against your cervix, his breath shaking as his thrusts slow down, his hips jerking sloppily as his eyes close and he presses his slightly sweaty forehead against yours, giving a small peck to your nose.

He'd lift his head just enough to look at you, his hand caressing your hair.

"You're okay, right princess?"

[angietherula]

   𝐾𝐼𝑆𝑆 𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝐼’𝑀 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸.

꒰ armin takes his pretty girlfriend on a picnic in an enchanted forest.꒱

🫧 𐀔 … 1.4k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, established relationship, sub / dom, profanity, pet names, unprotected penetrative sex, we’re in luvvv, outside indecency, love bites, praise, kinda shy reader, smoking, kreampie, minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs + comments are appreciated! <3

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ … this been in the drafts since 2022 y’all. a lil sum.

a pastel baby blue dress clings tight to your smooth skin, looking like the prettiest cottage core girl. frills on the shoulders and bust sitting low to accentuate your perky chest. love handles and tummy pudge swallowed by the soft material. armin couldn’t keep his eyes, or hands, to himself. rubbing all up on you throughout your entire picnic date. fresh air blows through the trees and the bright views of sunlight beam across the blue lake where pure white doves swam in silence. armin had found this mythical location by driving around one day. it’s quiet and reserved, deep into an enchanted forest.

the two of you sat on a blanket sprawled out on the grass, enjoying the food armin neatly packed. lots of fruits because you loved them. strawberries, raspberries, pomegranates, green grapes, apricots, and peaches . . . you name it. overdoing it just a bit, but he knows it’ll be eaten by this week. this was breakfast, the time now around eleven in the morning, so while you got ready he prepped the food. heart shaped pancakes, waffles, turkey bacon, pork sausage, scrambled cheese eggs and of course never forgetting your orange juice.

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[angietherula]

They got that shit on tho 😭😭

[angietherula]

their reaction to you not wearing panties in public

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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[angietherula]

Reiner Braun x fem!reader

Mdni - 18+

Just a little short thought that ran through my mind today.

Not proofread

Reiner loved when you wore those pretty thigh high socks he'd bought for you, the ones with the frilly pink lace and the cute little bow at the top.

He loved having you sit on the bed across from him, your foot softly running along his hard dick through his boxers as his hand ran up from your toes to your ankle and all the way up to your cloth covered calf caressing every inch of your leg tenderly as his head leaned back against the headboard. Breath coming out in deep sighs and hums as you massaged the thick cock feeling it grow harder beneath your foot.

He loved the moments when you'd sit on the edge of the bed in nothing but those pretty socks so he could kneel down in front of you. His hand would come out, fingers playing with the frilly lace at the top popping it against your skin before his lips would find the skin of your inner thigh just above the fabric. His tongue would trail along that skin gently, and he'd suck on the skin just to hear those sweet moans you'd release. Some of which would turn into giggles from his lips and tongue trailing against the tender spots.

His hand would run down the fabric on the outer part of your calf as he sat back, pulling your leg up to plant soft kisses along your lower leg and down to your ankle before kissing your foot softly over and over muttering how much he loved you, adored you and cherished having such a lovely wife.

All of these sweet sentiments just to have you on all fours, pussy juices running down your thighs, fucking up the top of those pretty socks as he messily ate you out from behind. His hands would rest on the top of your ass as he muttered how pretty you looked, sitting back just a bit to shove his thick fingers into you roughly, repeatedly as his other hand caressed the soft material on your thigh.

He'd curl his fingers, hitting your spot over and over until he feels you clench around his fingers, and only then would he quickly take them out and replace them with his dick. Running the tip through your soaked folds before dipping inside just enough for your pussy to swallow the head and he'd pull out again, your pussy smacking loudly as he'd dip in and out a few times seeing your legs quiver a bit. The image would always bring a smirk to his lips as he watched your back arch, dripping pussy messing up those lovely socks as he shoved himself deep inside making your hands grip the sheets tight, your body jerking forward only to have his large hands grip your hips and pull you back onto him. His hand would move up your back as he leaned forward, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your back flush against his chest.

"I really need to buy you more of these pretty little socks.. I just love watching this pretty pussy fuck 'em up sweetheart." He growled near your ear as he thrusted up into your gushing cunt.

[angietherula]

ღ𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟!𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐏𝟐 ღ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝟐 (p1)

18+ONLY MDNI

kizzatober series: Thrilling Ghouls

Kinktober Prompts: Breeding, Dacryphilia, Aphrodisiac Synopsis: Catching him in a lie, you suspect your boyfriend Toji is cheating on you. Where does he keep disappearing to once a month that keeps him away for often days at a time. You're fed up. You've made up your mind this time to follow him but are you ready for what you discover? CW: AU. Most warnings for P2 really. Slightly dubcon-y. Bully/mean/teasing Toji. Bratty/crazy gf reader. Rough sex. Drug ref. Werewolf transformation but this isn't that furry shit lol. Omegaverse themes I borrow heavily from but I'm not following the rules of it faithfully (I don't even know them myself so I am making up want i want here tbh lol) WC: 6.4k of 10.4k Lightly black fem coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Y'all idk I have no excuses cause this been at 85% since Part 1 came out. I have just had zero inspo to finish it as i had so many other ideas in my head. Also idgaf if october is over I am finishing all my kizzatober fics lmfao, so expect more to come likely over the next few months! Also thank you for 1k followers!

Big shout out to an irl bestie @sairotonin for drawing a sketch of Werewolf!Toji for her inktober for me to use in my gfx. TY sis you a real one!!

A malevolent smirk dons Toji's features as his simple command issues an unsettling tremor running down into the depths of your being.

“Run.”

The display of raw power he just showcased had your mind struggling to catch up with your movements for the second time that night.

You didn’t need to be told twice. 

You took off.  

Dashing again through the trees and losing your slippers somewhere along the way. 

You ignore the cuts and scrapes on your appendages from the unforgiving forest floor. Your sole focus is the clearing you see in the distance, hoping for some sort of cover or wayout. 

Please be a road, house…anything!

You needed something that would put some distance between you and Toji. You just needed a little space so you could figure out what the fuck was going on without feeling like you were about to be eaten alive. 

Another earth shattering howl erupts from the forest and the realization dawns on you that they all have come from Toji since the very beginning.

But this howl is not the same as the others. 

It is deeper, aggressive and more savage in tone than you thought possible. 

The cry was a declaration of dominance.

A territorial claim for all creatures of the forest that heard it and you tried not to trip over your own feet from the tremors that ran through you.

From the barks of inhuman laughter that bounced off the trees, you could tell Toji was enjoying this. 

The distortion of his voice throughout the forest didn’t give you any indication of exactly where or how close he was.

Not that it would make much of a difference. 

You knew he didn’t have to run at all to chase you down. You were already tired and this was likely akin to a lovely night stroll for his beastly form.

Bursting through the woods into the clearing you are dismayed to see it is nothing but an open field offering no road, no cover, nor shelter. 

Just colorful wildflowers that you imagine would look so whimsical in the daylight but offer none of that soft comfort now.

Rustling catches your attention and you whip around to see Toji emerge.

Basked in the haunting amber glow of the harvest moon, Toji’s red eyes look like actual flames as a sadistic smirk dances across his features. 

Even his scar in this form looked particularly menacing the way it jaggedly framed his mouth and dripping fangs. 

You slowly back away further. 

Your body thus far has been reacting to him as part of an innate survival instinct when faced with a more powerful creature on the food chain. Yet still despite your fear, what really alarms you is the thrill of anticipation you feel surging within you as he edges closer.

“No ‘ere else for my little lamb to run to now.” 

Toji taunts, huskily growling as he sizes you up.

You turn to run again but as soon as you whip around there he is, just feet away in front of you.

How the fuck is he moving that fast!? 

You bite your lip. 

Slowly circling you, Toji inched closer like a predator surveying their prey before they attack.

You’re livid that he was in fact just toying with you.  You knew he could tell how stressed you were and it excited him all the more as evidenced from the massive hard-on twitching in his pants. 

You follow his movements, circling in-step with them to keep him in your sights. 

You are stewing knowing the bastard could have caught you at any time.

However, you also can’t pull your gaze away from the sight of his cock looking like it could rip through his jeans on its own.

Holy shit, he has to be twice as big now! 

Your curiosity does not go unnoticed by Toji who continues to smirk at you as he palms himself.

“Curious to see what were-cock feels like, lamb?” 

Flustered, you shake your head and immediately regret it as it stirs a strange faint feeling that overcomes you. 

You become more conscious of the fact you are panting harder than before, your body sweating from more than just exhaustion from all your running. 

Your head feels light and starts to swim with a slight euphoria you can only compare to the few times Toji has made you smoke joints with him.

But this was different… something was building inside you more intensely. 

It’s not until your human nose finally picks up the scent of his pheromones that the physical sensations hit your body like a semi-truck. 

Toji’s overwhelmingly powerful and masculine musk suffocates your senses as your mind drifts away from anger to more carnal thoughts. 

You wobble on your feet and your body becomes fuzzy with lust. 

Your tears have dried by now but the wetness you still feel is this time rapidly pooling in the crotch of your spandex shorts. 

Shit, you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.

“T-T-Toji, what is this? F-Feels f-funny. F-Feels so hot.”

You whine as you paw at his sweatshirt you are wearing to circulate air. You are desperate to cool yourself. 

“What’s what, Y/N?”

Toji teases as he’s mere feet away from you now and you again take a few uneasy steps back. 

The closer he got the more intense the feelings took over you. Legs now pressing so hard together your knees almost buckled. 

Realizing the richly spiced musk was radiating off Toji a hand flew to your face to cover your nose and mouth.

You couldn’t afford to keep from breathing in his sweet toxins. 

The other extended as a warning to Toji to keep his distance.

To his credit, Toji did stop his pacing around you but his provocations continued.

“Ya mean ya followed me all the way out ‘ere… Not even the least prepared for what ya might find, Y/N?”

Toji’s enormous muscles tense and flex deliciously in the glow of the moonlight. 

Watching the movements of his sculpted god-like form sends a throb straight into your cunt so fierce you were glad your hand was already covering your mouth or a needy whine would have surely escaped your lips.

You forced yourself to swallow it. 

Sexy ass monster or not, you still needed answers. 

“Y-You’re ch-cheating on me.” 

You intended to pose it as a question but it came out as a statement as you struggled to breathe out the words through your gritted teeth. 

You pulled his hoodie down further so he wouldn’t see the slick that had begun to soak through your shorts and run down your thighs.

“Cheating?”

Toji roared with sadistic laughter. His eyes became more menacingly focused on you. 

He didn’t know what was more hilarious, you thinking he was cheating or the piss poor attempt to hide your own arousal. 

His sense of smell was far more powerful in this form.

The nectar dripping from your succulent cunt saturated the very air around you. He was breathing in your sweet essence that settled on his tongue every time he opened his mouth.

“Now why the fuck would I cheat on my soon-to-be-mate? Don’t tell me ya went that fuckin’ dumb already just from my scent?”

Toji’s words come out all the more harsh in his deep growling voice as he ridicules and resumes his circling of you. 

“Heh, just wait until you get this dick little lamb.”

“T-Toji… Y-You can’t be serious!? Have you looked at yourself lately!? You’ll break me!”

A growl of warning is the only response you received. 

Toji hunches lower, his shoulders roll forward and his black tufted ears push back. 

He appears ready to pounce on you at any moment.

And honestly, fuck if a part of you didn’t want him too. 

Desperately, you do want to believe his words but you also need more time to think, to process things. 

Just because your boyfriend was a werewolf, didn’t mean he wasn’t cheating.

That said, you were so fucking horny right now. 

You were finding it harder and harder to even care if he was lying to you at this point.

How could you when you were being downright tormented by his scent? 

Your body was demanding, no, practically screaming for you to submit to him. 

You aren’t sure how much longer you can fight against the innate compulsion to drop down on all fours, spread yourself open and present your leaking cunt to him like a good little bitch in heat.  

Be that as it may, you still had a few functioning brain cells left as well as shreds of self-dignity. 

You would at least attempt to make good use of them… Even if you were fighting a losing battle trying to ignore the tingling sensation running through every nerve calling out for his touch.

Toji wasn’t responding to you anymore but it didn’t mean you still couldn’t try to reason with him, right? 

He was acting weird, even for being a literal monster right now.

Mate sounded so final. 

Like marriage and this was Toji Fushiguro you were talking about. 

You were practically living together before you even heard him refer to you once as his girlfriend.

“...mate? T-Toji… w-what!? Slow down! Is that like marriage!? 

Toji doesn’t respond, still stalking you as his prey.

“A-Are you proposing to me like this!?....Are you feeling ok!? Well… like I mean ya know, besides the werewolf thing?”

“Feeling Ravenous”

Toji’s widening smirk was the last thing you registered before you found yourself being taken down to the ground faster than you could blink. 

By the time you managed to scream you were already on your back. 

Sharp claws splay over your form as they ghost across the exposed skin of your legs traveling up to bruisingly grip your hips in his enormous palms.

Your hands find themselves on Toji’s shoulders, initially wanting to push him away but actually feeling his taunt skin and beefiness beneath your fingers has you pulling him in closer. 

The aphrodisiac effect of his pheromones has you moaning from mere contact, you can’t get enough. Your hands grab on to whatever part of him you can as he moves against you.

Precisely like a real canine, Toji starts rubbing his monstrous cock up against your thigh. 

He's humping himself against you as his knee roughly presses up into your sopping core causing you to cry out from the welcomed friction. 

Toji forearms frame your head as his massive form completely envelopes your body even blocking out the moonlight. 

Fully crazed with lust, his open mouth panting has his tongue dripping thick globs of drool onto your face. 

Which after a moment he eagerly dips down to lap off your skin.

It isn’t long before a sticky slime trail of his precum leaking through his jeans ends up on your thighs mixing in with your own and you shiver as his tongue travels down to your neck.

With a frustrated growl Toji wills himself to stop thrusting against your plush thighs.

He would surely bust in his jeans if he kept this up and he wouldn’t waste any seed tonight.

Not when he intended to give you his knot. 

You were going to take all of it, he smirked. Silently making a pact to himself that he would fill and fuck his cum so deeply into you it could metaphorically squirt out of your nose.

“T-toji!”

You gasped when he ripped his hoodie and your white top underneath it off of you in one swift go. The garments were now shredded to mere threads from the force of his powerful claws.

Toji’s eyes wander to focus on your heaving chest, watching beads of sweat run from your neck down between your breasts. 

Drooling from the sight of your tits alone he wipes away his slobber haphazardly on the back of his clawed hand.

The crisp night air hits you but it may as well have been 100 degrees outside as it did nothing to soothe the flames you felt burning under your skin that was crying out for Toji. 

It was too much to fight anymore. 

You think with a whine as you try to sit up and reach out for him.

“P-please, To-”

But faster than you can blink, you are on your back again as Toji forces you backwards, snatching your ankle, dragging you close until your legs rest on his chest.

A yelp escapes you from the abrupt movement but Toji paid that no mind. 

You can see he is much more concerned with your leg.

Toji held it in a tight possessive grip bringing the limb closer to his face to inspect.

You wanted to yell at him for being so careless in how he is manhandling you. However, you are barely able to choke out a moan from the electrifying sensation of his tongue caressing your skin.

Toji’s tongue is thicker and much longer in wereform with a pronounced texture that runs all over the sensitive scratches and welts on your legs.

Some of the cuts were rather deep too but you hadn't even noticed what condition you were in as your adrenaline has been pumping for god knows how long. 

Toji’s actions were supposed to be that of care, to both bathe and soothe your wounds. 

However, the result was your pussy quivering as you gushed imagining the oversized moist appendage deep inside of your cunt. 

Everywhere Toji’s tongue traveled sent a fiery need rushing through your veins and directing more blood flow to your core as he continued the same ministrations on the other side.

Smug bastard knew what the hell he was doing to you too from the way he looked down at you knowingly.

Toji was enjoying how your squirming increased the lower he went.

You squeezed your eyes shut and bit back a whimper as you pushed your pussy still covered by your completely soaked spandex up to his face. 

Toji closed his eyes. He took a long inhale of your arousal you presented to him.

The sweet ambrosia of your scent had him trying to hold back a snarl.

When he opens his eyes to look at you with want you couldn’t bite back your wanton moans any longer. 

Toji rips off your spandex to admire your cunt glistening with slick. Your clit is fully swollen and peaking through your folds. 

He exhales the deep breath of warmth he was holding over your pussy, he’s salivating for you. You shake with anticipation as you want to feel his mouth so badly...and so it’s to your extreme disappointment when he pulls away.

“Heh, no need f’er me to even taste this bratty little cunt, she’s already so wet and eager to gobble this monster cock whole.”

“T-Toji! You fucking assh– ”

Your insult is interrupted once Toji slaps his hand down on your puffed pussy. 

The moist smack rings in your ears as the full force of his heavy palm grinds down onto your clit causing you to wail and buck into his hand.

“GODDAMN-SSHITSHITSHIT–”

You shriek as your tongue rolls out of your mouth, spittle following it to run down to your collarbone. 

Toji is dripping with smugness. 

In your right state of mind you would have slapped him but everything else seemed insignificant to getting off on his hand and quelling some of the intense yearning from your cunt to be filled. 

“My little lamb is too sensitive to be such a brat.”

Panting heavily your face burns with heat. Your eyes shut tightly trying to ignore his taunts in search of more pleasure grinding yourself up against his hand.

“Eyes on me brat if you want to cum.”

Toji slaps your cunt again and you obey. You shudder as you meet his intense gaze which causes your stomach to coil even tighter.

Right on the edge of bliss from his coochie spanking you balk in dismay when you are denied. 

His palm left you in lieu of two clawed fingers that spread you open. 

Toji chuckled at your visible frustration from your denied orgasm. 

Seeing your pussy flex open and close, gaping wide as slick pours out invitingly has him taunting you again.

“Ya was just bitchin’n’moanin’ about not being able to take me but from how drenched this cunt is I bet she would stretch to take two of me if she could.”

The prolonged effects of Toji’s scent was causing you to become increasingly more touch-starved and feral. 

You were beyond pissed he had the nerve to edge you. 

Being able to cum was turning more into a need, than just a want. It was his fucking fault you were this wound up in the first place.

“Fucker!”

Lashing out, you caught Toji slightly off guard as you kicked him hard in the chin with your heel.

Toji pauses, his head slightly turned to the side from your kick. Although truthfully it's to not have you break your foot against him if he actually held firm.

When he faces you again he holds you in a dangerous stare, eyes flaring.

“And here I was trying to show some restraint and spare you.” 

Toji’s voice turned cold.

Spare you? 

This was what he called sparing you!? 

You had no defenses against him hunting you, his manhandling of you, nor his sinfully delectable goddamn scent that had been flowing off of him non stop and driving you positively wild. 

Your womb burned with a primal need that you knew wouldn’t be satisfied until he had filled you with his cum.

Still though, you couldn’t help your sassy mouth. Even in this state. 

“Spare me!? Is this not your worst, asshole?”

You spat back at him and immediately regretted those words as he abruptly flipped you over and pressed the entirety of his hulking mass into you.

You struggle under him as his weight feels utterly crushing but Toji is too much past his patience with you to be concerned with that. 

No this wasn’t his worst. Toji knew what you could handle and it certainly wasn’t his worst, not in his wereform at least. 

He truly did love your fiery personality but he needed you to listen to him before he really lost control and hurt you.

“Submit.”

His voice low and heavy came out as a sexy guttural growl.

You felt the tremors of his chest against your back as his words boomed into the depths of your very being. 

You slightly panic as your body instantly stills beneath him, obeying him whether your mind wanted to or not. 

Every nerve stood at attention to the command issued by the Alpha on top of you.

Your body was instinctively waiting for his instructions, waiting for him to use you, to fill you, to mate you.

“That’s a good little lamb now, eh?”

You hear another rip and you know it’s the last remaining pieces of his jeans.

Toji straddles your legs that are pushed together under him.

The heavy weight of his hard cock drops deep into the crack of your ass. 

It felt impossibly thick and girthy sliding between your cheeks. 

You couldn’t see it but you were sure from the way it rubbed against you, there was no way you would even be able to close your hand around it fully. 

It’s so much bigger and Toji was already huge. 

Dear god, he had to be at least 10 inches in this state.

His claws grasp your cheeks, and you wince slightly from the prick of them as he kneads them, prying you open.

Toji takes one hand and pumps his cock while the other stays on your ass spreading you further until you can feel his bulky cockhead running itself along your wet cunt.

He hadn’t even put his cock inside you yet and still you were dripping this much.

Toji watches mesmerized as your slick dribbles out of you, coating his tip and running down the length of his cock. 

Fear shoots up your spine as you realize he no longer plans to waste time with anymore foreplay or preparing you. 

You were the wettest you’ve ever been in your life but you still didn’t know if that would be enough for the monster he would put inside you.

“T-Toji! T-Toji! Please, I’m sorry! Please take it easy on me!”

You pout as tears trickle down your face. 

Even still though your body works against you, betraying you with a will of its own. 

Contrary to your words you lift your ass as much as you could in this position aligning yourself so his engorged cockhead nudges against your entrance. 

Toji grunts and you feel his heavy breath fan over your shoulders as more of his drool rolls down your back causing you to shiver in both excitement and fear. 

You let out a tiny sob. 

“Y/N…”

Toji’s voice is thick and puffs out against your ear. 

A claw encircles your throat pulling your head back so he could see your face stained with tears.

“Stop your crying little lamb… you are making it that much harder for me to resist tearing you apart.”

The claw around your neck was twitching, tightening ever so slightly he licked away your tears.

Truth be told, Toji had never stopped taking it easy on you.

Even if he was rough in doing so. 

The carnal urge to mate you was driving him crazy.

Your disobedience and now your tears were pushing him perilously close to the edges of his self-control.  

Toji in his hulking werewolf body could easily rip you to shreds. 

He was showing tremendous restraint so you would even survive the coupling at all. 

Especially now with your body begging for him to rut you, to mate you, angling itself just right for him to push into you.

“Deep breaths ma, eh?”

The irony of Toji saying that while his claw was still around your throat already restricting air was not lost on you.

But your heart feels full as there's a brief moment when you no longer see the monster anymore in his eyes.

Just Toji, your rough-around-the-edges-boyfriend, who although isn’t what most people would consider a catch, he still gives you butterflies when he looks at you like you are the only person in the world (besides Megumi) who he really gives a fuck about.

You barely have time to take that deep breath though before in one swift motion Toji snaps his hips forward to sheath himself fully inside you. 

Tearing through you, the action left you completely deflated as all the air was pushed out of your lungs. 

His giant bulbous cockhead rams into your cervix with such force you couldn’t help but cum right away. 

Your eyes roll into your head with the mind-blowing sensations you feel.

Not even able to fully catch your breath as the first breath you do manage to take is quickly followed with Toji’s mouth on yours. 

Toji still had one claw on your neck and the other on your hip in a vice grip to keep you in place. 

Your tears increase as you spasm in both pain and pleasure from your walls attempt in vain to contract around the intense stretch of his girth.

The position he had you in only made the scraping of his enormous cock inside your walls more pronounced with your legs closed and thighs squeezing his length. 

Instincts taking over, Toji did not wait for you to adjust before he started pounding inside of you. 

Any noises you attempted to make were caught in your throat as you were reeling from the full force of his thick veiny cock tearing through your insides.

The ones that do manage to escape you are drowned out as Toji devours them still kissing you. If you can still call it that. His tongue is so deep in your throat he captures any noises you make before they can even reach your tongue.

Toji pulls back again, releasing your neck and allowing you to breathe as he expels deep howls that echo across the clearing, picking up his pace pounding inside of you.

You fall back down resting your head amongst the wildflowers.

‘Too much’ couldn’t even begin to describe the amount of tension building in your body. 

You even wonder at one point if your own guts might spill out of you when he pulls out of you completely before plunging back in, repeating the motions.

Toji is encouraged by your whines as he transfixes his gaze on how your ass ripples as your pussy envelops him tighter than ever. 

Your plump flesh is soft and supple smashing against his pelvis. Both of his palms are now on your hips as he fucks you deeper into the earth beneath you.

You feel the compression from where he was protruding in your stomach as you are sandwiched between him and the ground below.

“O’ F-F-FUHHHKK!”

A long cry leaves you when deep pressure pushes against your g-spot as you feel a large bulge begin to protrude at the base of his cock. 

You didn’t think you could stretch any further without breaking but your body surprised you as it eagerly gave way to the impossible demands his massive cock was giving your tight little cunt.

You were stripped down of all pretenses. Him fucking you like this only required your base instincts and with that your brain turns off completely. 

Nothing else mattered.

Toji’s snarls were filled with primal lust you were so fucking tight around him, but he needed to make you tighter. 

His knot was nearly fully formed and he wouldn’t have you leaking and wasting his cum, not even a drop.

His pace unwavering, Toji brought you up by your hair and you were forced to support yourself on your shakey palms. 

Wrapping a broad muscular arm around your neck he strong-arms you into a headlock. 

You didn’t think it was possible to tighten anymore but your body again instinctively obeys once more as his knot catches within you. 

You were lightheaded.

The euphoria from being fucked like this and from lack of air loss hurled you towards your second orgasm. 

You cum fiercely as your body convulses and thrashes under him. 

Toji frees you just as you start to see black on the edges of your vision and you fall down to the earth once more. 

The release of tension on your throat had your cunt spasming and squirting.

Toji didn’t stop fucking you through your high and your legs tremble with overstimulation with the full bulge of his knot lodged against your walls and grating against you g-spot. 

S-So Full… 

“Feel that, mamas?”

Using you like a personal fleshlight Toji is hunching over you with his face deeply growling in the crook of your neck growling, slobbering and muttering things you barely could comprehend.

“Ya feel my knot, Y/N? Gonna breed this tight cunt full. She’s telling me she wants it. She’s trying to suck it out of me.”

All at once you feel an eruption of heat inside you coinciding with the pain of his razor-like canines sinking into your flesh.

You cry out as you feel his slobber and your blood flowing down your shoulder with near as much intensity as you feel him releasing inside your cut. 

Your mind is lost in the throws of both pain and pleasure. It takes a moment to realize Toji is moving you.

Sitting you both up in a kneeling position with your back against his chest you ragdoll over one of his muscular arms enclosing your waist. You don’t even have the energy to support yourself. 

You feel his cock twitching inside you again and the swollen knot at the base of his cock is still firmly inside you.

God, how can he still be so hard?!

You’re so tired, you need a break. Your voice is too horse to speak so you try to get the message across by pushing Toji’s arm away so you could lie back on the ground.

“Heh.”

Toji loosens his hold on you slightly and you slump forward until you feel the painful edges of his knot firmly inside you, not allowing you to separate from him. 

He had to let you learn that lesson yourself.

“No running away, ma. I can’t let you go until my knot releases, ya know.”

You groan exhaustedly babbling protests but you soon feel another wave of lust hit you as his scent releases more. 

Toji tightens his hold on you again, securing his arm under your tits to bring you flush against him. 

His other hand tils you head to the side allowing him access to nurse the marking he gave you with his tongue. 

Toji is a rabid dog foaming at the mouth now that he’s claimed you.

“Let’s see how many loads I can pump into my little lamb’s messy cunt before dawn, eh?”

☠

You arise well into the day with the warm sun shining down on you but your  wakeup call is anything but pleasant. You are drenched with sweat like you are being enveloped by a burning furnace. 

Groggy and a bit disoriented, you soon realize you are the little spoon wrapped up in Toji’s strong arms with your back to his chest in bed. 

The events of the previous night come rushing back to you. 

Scenes of both passion and terror fill your mind and it all starts to feel like an insane dream until you feel the heavy thump of his furry tail against your leg, wagging lazily as he sleeps.

Definitely not a dream then. 

Your body also starts to awaken and you feel stiff as hell as you attempt to shift a bit out of his hold to cool down a bit.

Your neck is achy and stiff as you try to lift your head. A mirror isn’t needed for you to tell he bit the shit out of your neck as you trace a large bite mark with punctures already starting to scab over..

That fucker. This better not leave a mark.

But where were you even?

In a cabin of some sorts you mused from what you could gather. 

It was a spacious enough bedroom, too spacious and nice compared to Toji’s cheap apartment you noted. 

You want to explore your location further, but his body, even more massive in this form, keeps you effectively trapped in the sauna of the blankets and his warmth. 

You can’t lift your head any more and you pout as you fall back onto the pillow. 

You had questions, lots of them too for when the big lug finally woke up.

As if sensing someone was awake, the bedroom door was pushed open and the large gray wolf that had chased you to the tree last night padded in excitedly.  

Wagging his tail and panting with his ears down in submission, the wolf put his large head on the bed and nudges your hand with his muzzle.

Awe! 

Even if he was ridiculously huge, in the daylight the wolf looked like a big puppy just wanting his master’s attention.

You giggle lightly and pet the wolf who pants affectionately when you begin to scratch behind his ears. 

Interrupting your fun, a deep rattling growl of warning resounds from behind you causing the former alpha to yelp in fear and sending him scurrying back out the bedroom in a hurry.

“Toji!!!” 

Toji ignores your cry of protest and turns you around to face him, pulling you in deeper to him as he rests his head on your soft chest.

Still half asleep, he took your hand and placed it over his head where a set of his own fuzzy ears were. 

You notice most of his features have returned to normal in the day from what you could tell, with the exception of his ears and tail.

A part of you wanted to push him away, you were still a bit ticked at him. 

Even if he did have a pretty good reason for lying to you all this time, you still were a bit upset at the way he took pleasure in hunting you down last night, manhandling you (even if it was the best sex of your life) and now scaring away your new friend. 

That said, the soft furry midnight black tufts of fur growing out of his head were too cute for you to resist playing with if he would willingly let you. 

Something you gather your grumpy partner would not allow you to do outside of the bedroom.

Tsukumo might have been onto something about him needing a leash

You giggle at the thought as you place a soft kiss on the top of his head and begin to rub his ears.

A low rumble of contentment comes from Toji and he nuzzles into your tits further, mouth opening to lazily tongue one of your nipples. 

His leg lightly kicks involuntarily when your nails rake over a sweet spot and give it a firm scratching.

After a few minutes pass and it's clear he is fully awake you ask him where exactly you are and if you are going to have to worry about turning into a werewolf yourself. 

From there your questions just spill out rapid fire.

Toji, still tired and not moving his face from between your chest groans at your intense line of questioning. 

But after a few moments, knowing he owes you lots of  explanations, begins explaining himself.

Toji tells you his lycanthropy is hereditary so you wouldn’t have to worry about turning yourself in. 

The property, and the 25 acres surrounding it, was his. 

He built this cabin style 6-bedroom house himself in the middle of the wilderness for his eventual mate and family. 

He wanted Megumi to have somewhere safe to live without the worries of lycanthropic transformation in the city once he got older. 

Toji would come here to the house to transform for a few days a month, and make any additions or improvements to the house as needed. 

It wasn’t quite finished yet.

He’d also reluctantly been roped into protecting the local wolf pack from being poached by hunters who were trespassing on his property and as such they were allowed to sleep in the den on particularly cold nights. 

However, they have been coming by more frequently to Toji’s annoyance.

You internally sighed, your fears had been entirely unwarranted.

Your heart tightens for ever doubting him and you hope he is too content with your tiddies right now to notice the shame written all over your face or  inquire how you even found him out here. 

Although given his previous fuckboy track record and Megumi so enthusiastically calling it “daddy breaks” what else were you supposed to think?

Just as you think he is about to ask, Toji is distracted again as more curious furry heads are popping in to peek through the bedroom door. 

Toji releases you to fully sit up this time. He releases a more threatening bark that has your ears ringing and you hear the pack running out of the house completely this time.

“That wasn’t nice at all Toji, they just wanted to say hello!” 

You pull him back down to bed again.

“As they should want to greet you with respect, especially after they could have seriously hurt you last night. They are lucky I don’t have all their coats for that.”

Toji grumbled, hovering over you now. 

“But I still don’t want those dirty mutts sniffing around my mate...”

A clawed hand lightly trails down to your stomach and rubs it protectively.

“...especially while carrying my pups.”

“Toji…” you hesitate, not wanting to upset him but better to burst his bubble now than later. 

“I am on the pill, remember? You said you didn’t want any accidents...” 

You begin to tear up a bit despite yourself as you trail off.  You didn’t realize just how much you actually wanted kids with him until you said that out loud just now.

But you had subconsciously wanted to have kids with him ever since you and Megumi had gotten so close. 

Alas, you also knew how he felt so never thought that was a possibility as he was so adamant about you being on the pill from the beginning. 

“HA!”

You are shocked out of your melancholy as Toji laughs heartily. His hands gently fan over your stomach this time as he lowers himself to place sloppy kisses under your navel causing you to squirm.

You start to think he's lost it as he looks up at you with an animalistic glint salivating in his eyes and your body grows hotter in response. 

You were still sore but the new ache of lust was much more prominent and your legs easily spread like butter to have him nestled between your thighs.

“Yeah, Y/N...” 

Toji sits up to pump his cock while you shiver in anticipation seeing traces of the hard bulge at the base appear already and noting that his size did not decrease either.

“...I meant as I didn’t want to have any mistakes from someone who wasn’t my mate.”

You yelp aloud as he slaps his fat tip on your clit and slides it down your pussy to collect the fluids you are still soaking with from just hours before.

“Besides, you really think those fuckin bitchmade lil’ pills got shit on my knot, mamas?” 

Toji growls again before thrusting into you, bottoming out and knot beginning to swell immediately catching. 

The force sends your eyes rolling back into your head as tears of ecstasy pour from your face. Your body still hasn’t recovered and is easily directed back into intense overstimulation.

Toji wraps your shaky legs around his waist. 

He grins at you mischievously as he makes you a promise that has you almost cumming from his words.

“Gonna fill you up so much we will have a whole goddamn litter, Y/N. Gonna keep you pregnant and on your back just like this.”

Toji thrusts into you as he is bracing one hand on the bed frame and the other on your hips lifting them, not only the bed but the entire room begins to shake.

“FUCK! Take this cock like the good little knot whore I know you are, Y/N.”

Your body once again is obeying his commands as you twist the sheets in your grasp, legs locking tighter around him to keep him inside.

It was a very fleeting thought, as you were instantly consumed by the smell of Toji’s pheromones once again and sent into a haze of heavy arousal.

But you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly happy you would finally be a family now with Toji and Megumi. 

Not to mention how good a big brother Gumi would be to his future siblings. 

You couldn’t wait to tell him.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: Can I just say though Toji with fury fuckin ears and a tail is all I want in this lifetime??? Don't worry, I will carry his pups. I will take one for the team, y’all this is my burden alone to bear. I couldn’t ask y’all to do something so troublesome. See how selfless and caring I am for y’all?!

No, but getting to be the mama to Toji's pups and in the house he built for all of us is like my dream. Not to mention him being a big softie and protecting the local wolves? Stawwwwp, dis is tew kayoot y'all. Dis my mans fr. I think this is the nicest Toji I've ever written. Ironic af since he literally a monster lmfao.

Next up on Kizzatober, FreddyKruger!Sukuna from Thrilling Ghouls! (PWP, I promise y'all, full permissions slap the dogshit out of me if its over 6k).

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝟐 (part 1)

18+ONLY MDNI

kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals

Kinktober Prompts: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? CW: AU college fic. blood obsession/hematolagnia, bimbo reader, murder, slight DV/SA mentions (from your npc jerk ass bf), unprotected sex, masturbation, LOTS of teasing/foreplay, slight age gap (roughly 21 vs 28) and dark content. NOTE: If death/killer romanticization related shit triggers you this is probably a fic to avoid because that is happening all through this bitch. I literally wrote a murder fluff smut fic lmfao. WC: 9.9 of 15.4k Lightly black fem coded (reader is an AKA lmfao) but no descriptors.

A/N: I had no idea so many people would be this hyped for Part 2. No really, I'm shocked! But It gets real here peoples! Lots of smut and dark shit below so please read the content warnings! I don't want no crying in the mentions and DMs cause y'all should know how out of pocket I am by now and I took it there lmfao.

If you riding with me still Thank You for putting up with my OCD bullshit and for all the support, comments and reblogs on Part 1! y'all real asf & ilysm

Enjoy!

Previously:

“Whatever, let’s fucking go Y/N. We have an important party to throw later.” 

Dean grabs your wrist and jerks you away with you barely being able to grab your bag. 

Your stomach twists and you are at a complete loss for words but manage to flash an apologetic look at Choso while you are dragged off. 

However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.

The expression on his face is stone cold and it sends a chill up your spine.

☠

Sigh. 

For the first time ever in your life you are miserable at a party. 

To say you had been excited leading up to today would have been an understatement. The initiation party after rush was one of the biggest events in the greek system and you had led the charge this year in planning the party.

Nevertheless, any cheerful enthusiasm you held had been trampled on by the disaster that had taken place earlier in the day with Choso. 

If getting out of going wouldn’t be more trouble than it was worth you would have faked being sick. It’s not like you hadn’t already stressed yourself into a headache.

Yet here you were suffering through, completely sober. Not even being able to bring yourself to drink away your problems.

How could you even pretend to enjoy yourself when your forced smile cracked as soon as the mental image of Choso’s icy expression looped through your mind?

Your chest got a little tighter each time you remembered and it frazzled your nerves.

Just about everyone and everything annoyed you right now.

Even the party: Hunter vs Hunted, one of your favorites, was soured. 

Typically the theme entailed girls dressed up as various exotic animals or woodland creatures and the boys dressed as safari game hunters or woodsmen. But this time around, no thanks to singular frat boy hivemind, they all got the bright idea to collectively cosplay as Ghostface.

Taking a new meaning on Hunter. 

They couldn’t carry knives on campus of course so they all carried around metal bats which they probably stole from the baseball team.

Sure, let’s all dress up as the masked serial killer while he is still on the loose. 

You rolled your eyes. 

The pilfered bats were a hazard waiting to happen too. You could only be thankful that the party was at Dean’s frat and not your own sorority so him and the rest of those idiots could fuck their own shit up once they inevitably got way too hammered and started swinging them around. 

You mostly just wished they hadn’t changed the plan without telling you. 

Then at least you could have dressed up in line with the horror theme and wouldn’t have had to wear this sexy Bambi costume which although skimpy, the fur parts made it way too hot to be wearing in a crowded party indoors. 

On edge and not being able to leave, you did the next best thing and sequestered yourself in the kitchen pantry. 

It was spacious and a lot cooler than the rest of the house.

You made yourself look busy in there by restocking snacks and making sure there was an ample supply of red cups ready to go around for the keg. 

When someone did notice you tucked away, you gave the best fake smile you could muster and made-up an excuse not to join in on whatever drinking game they were playing promising you would ‘catch up in a minute.’ 

Fortunately for you, most of your friends and sorority sisters were a bit too faded by this point to notice you missing and never joining in. 

Maybe a bit longer and you could slip out unnoticed? 

That was your plan at least until you felt Dean throw an arm over you from behind.

“There you are babe!”

Urgh.

The overwhelming ick and nausea you felt from him touching you rivaled your worst hangover. 

You immediately shrug him off.

“Come on babe don’t be like that. Get a freshman to take over.  We're gonna play rage cage.”

You threw Dean a wary look.

You try to tell him you aren’t in the mood but of course your selfish dickhead of a boyfriend ignores you.

Dean then proceeds to pull your arm and lead you out of the pantry through the kitchen. 

On a different day you probably would have just given in, easier to go along with the flow than cause an issue. Today however was different and the last thing in the world you wanted to do was play fucking rage cage with a bunch of horny frat boys who were just trying to get girls drunk enough to fuck.

“Goddamnit, Dean I said no!”

Your tolerance had boiled past its limits.

You forcibly snatch your hand back, knocking some empty bottles over on the counter in the process which come crashing down to the floor shattering into pieces. 

Your words and movements dripped with so much aggression you surprised yourself, Dean and the people around you who had turned to see what the commotion was. 

”No? No? You’re really telling me no Y/N? After you’ve been acting like a fuckin’ bitch all day since I crashed your make out session with that freak.”

Immediately self-conscious, your eyes darted around the crowd of people that had now turned their full attention toward you.

You hated confrontation and never wanted to be that couple fighting at a party.

Ducking down quickly, you begin to pick up the shattered pieces of bottled glass on the floor. 

The pounding of your headache against your temples grew feverishly and the harsh fluorescent kitchen lights started to make you feel faint, you hoped Dean would just let this go if you backed down. 

“Look, we’ll talk about that later, ok? Just please don’t be an asshole Dean, I really don’t feel good right now.” 

You pleaded with him, quietly trying to quell the situation. 

But true to his infamous asshole nature, Dean wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He wanted to humiliate you as he felt you humiliated him in front of his friends earlier with that nobody loser.

”Now, I’m the asshole?” Dean questioned to his frat brothers smugly.

“Hey, maybe I am for having a girlfriend like Y/N, who would slut herself out for a grade in front of the entire quad!” 

Dean had all but yelled that last part out. Your drunken clown of a boyfriend didn’t care if he caused a scene at your expense.  

Now you had the full attention of everyone in the kitchen. 

You took a shaky breath as you stood up and felt the crunch of broken glass beneath your heels.

An unfamiliar sensation of rage rises within you.

It really wasn’t in your nature to be angry even when you were upset, you mostly just cried but now you were pissed to say the least. 

He has some fucking nerve. 

Especially when you knew no one starting on the football team studied at all and were all automatically passed through whatever easy bullshit major they signed up for.

“Dean–”

You start yet pause for a moment, trying to keep your cool.

“–you know how hard I study.”

Twisting the proverbial knife in your back to wind you up further Dean continued.

“Yeah, Y/N That's what’s so pathetic about it. You get Bs. That pussy ain’t even good enough for an A. I would know.”

Collective gasps, snickers and whispers arose from around the kitchen. Word had spread of your fighting as more people gathered in the doorway.

Typically this is where you would have run off crying. However, you were exhausted mentally and emotionally. You had already cried for a good hour today while getting ready. 

The only emotions you had readily available to tap into was the hidden well of resentment and ire you held for Dean.

“And how would you even know what good pussy is Dean? You can’t last longer than two pumps, is it not all the same for you?”

You snapped back. 

Your fists had formed into a tight ball.

You are so enraged you can’t even feel the prick from the broken glass bottle still in your hand puncturing your skin.

How long has it been since you stood up for yourself? 

You can’t remember the last time you even fought with anyone like this but it felt good seeing the smug look on his face fall as his friends around him jeered and laughed.

“I know how to settle this Y/N.”

Dean mused as he yanked one of your sorority sisters nearby toward you.

“How ‘bout we ask Aaliyah then, eh? She got more than 2 pumps last weekend after you left the party to go chase after Ghostface–”

Your head snaps to your AKA sister in question, Aaliyah, who looked like she saw a cursed spirit as all the color drained from her face. Her eyes shamefully hit the floor before they met your gaze. 

She couldn’t even look at you which only further solidified Dean’s accusations. 

So Dean himself confirmed he’d been cheating on you? Cool. 

With your own Sorority sister, who you considered one of your besties since you both rushed together? 

Even better. 

Blood slowly trickled out of your hand to drip on the floor from how rigidly you held onto the glass but the small red puddle went unnoticed as your whole vision was already saturated with the color red when you looked at Dean who hadn’t even finished his disrespectful tirade. 

“–Although on second thought, it was probably an excuse for you to go suck off that loser freak TA of yours right?”

More heckles erupted from the crowd around you and you don’t think you have ever hated someone so much in your life as you hated Dean right at this moment. 

Sure you were upset with Aaliyah but your fury was purely focused on Dean. 

He had some nerve to start so much shit earlier over an almost-kiss when he was fucking your good friend behind your back. 

“And how fucking out of her mind was she then, huh Dean? Would she even remember? You pathetic piece of shit...”

You get directly in his face. 

“...that limp dick of yours fumbles orgasms like you fumble passes. That’s why we lost the big game last week. And guess what? That's also why we’re now OVER!”

Dean’s bulky build towers over you but he might as well have been 3 feet tall to you as the razor edge of your words eviscerate him.

“So who’s the fucking loser now Dean?”

Everyone in the room was stunned into silence by the venom dripping from someone they had never even heard raise their voice before.

You don't notice anyone else's reactions though as suddenly you became hyperaware of the large fractured piece of bottled glass cutting into you. 

Your eyes flickered back to Dean as your hand twitches.

For a fleeting moment you felt an inkling urge to drive the glass in your hand directly into Dean’s smug ass face.

Yet whatever dark fury burned in you was instantly snuffed out as you felt a flood of cold bitter beer splash down on you from Dean’s red solo cup. 

”Why don’t you cool off for a bit dear,” Dean cooed at you, mocking you and your now ruined Bambi costume as he and the frat boys around you started to roar with laughter.

That was it. 

You were done. 

Dean had succeeded in humiliating you. 

Any contention or further will to fight within you had dissipated the moment you were doused in beer. 

The glass in your hand drops onto the ground as a dull ache radiates from your wound that continues to seep blood onto the floor.

“I hope you realize this is the last time an AKA will grace this sorry ass frat for a party. I’ll see to that. Enjoy the rest of your night fellas!”

The icy air of your words contrasted with the perfect pageant smile you gave them and it unsettled those around you especially as they all notice the blood gushing from your hand. 

The crowd immediately parts as you leave. No one dares utter a word to you as you exit the party through the side kitchen door. 

You can feel your phone go off as you get a flurry of group texts and missed facetimes. Most of your sisters weren’t even in the kitchen to witness the scene.

You respond to the group chat to tell them just to stay and enjoy the party and turn your phone on ‘do not disturb.’

You just wanted to be alone. 

You’d deal with the fallout tomorrow.

☠

Choso wore a twisted grin hidden under his Ghostface mask.

The hunter vs hunted party meant a perfect time for him to hunt. 

Leaning against a building Choso was shrouded in the dark cover of shadows far removed from campus lights.

Old habits, he mused. There was really no need for him to hide at all tonight. 

He could actually walk around openly as Ghostface now without causing alarm seeing as how most of those fraternity morons were dressed up like him tonight. 

This made things even easier. 

Choso scanned the area for his next prey. 

Someone, anyone alone would do. 

Choso had been itching to spill blood since he had the enticing inclination to slash your boyfriend’s throat earlier.

Currently he wanted nothing more than to see a violent geyser of blood spurt from his next victim. Having it be a shithead frat guy would only sweeten the kill so he had stalked close to frat row for his latest victim.

There.

Seeing movement in the distance, a lone figure, Choso cautiously advances trailing in the shadows towards them until they come into focus under the street lights.  

He nearly does a double take when he recognizes it's you.

Shouldn’t Miss-Perfect-Social-Butterfly be having the time of her life right now with her cretins being crowned queen of the frats or something?

Choso thought bitterly. 

That is, until he got a good look at you. 

You were wet and shivering as you failed to sniff back the tears pouring down your face.

Despite his desire to stay angry with you, his jaw involuntarily clenches as he had never seen you this upset before. 

Something had happened.  

Choso confused look turns deadly as vision travels down to see you nursing the hand you cradled to your chest. He recognizes blood running down your forearm to stain your already soiled costume.

A territorial urge swelled within him, not knowing you had inflicted your own injury. 

You were his prey. 

It was unforgivable for someone else to spill what was his to enjoy.

Choso immediately concluded the cause of it was Dean.

Boyfriend or not he would gladly gut that motherfucker at the drop of a dime. 

He hadn’t forgotten how roughly he had dragged you off earlier. 

And more importantly how you had let that asswipe drag you off. That honestly had fired his temper more than anything. 

A storm of conflicting feelings, Choso yearns to see more of your blood splattered on the ground as much as he secretly covets to have you writhing underneath him.

Should he approach you? 

No. Not yet.

Although, he would never have a more perfect chance than now to kill you if he was ever actually going to go through with it.

Securing his knife on the inside of his robe, Choso silently propels himself after you. 

Never falling too far behind, he vigilantly watches you from a distance as both your protector and predator.

☠

A warm shower was just what you needed but you were pissed you had to wash your hair 3 times to get the smell of Milwaukee's out, which proved insanely hard to do with one functioning hand. 

You could have killed Dean. 

No actually though, as you remembered the dark seething compulsion you felt. 

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you earlier.

Pushing those thoughts to the side though you focused on the gash in your hand, it was pretty gnarly. 

You were just thankful the first aid kid in your sorority house had enough gauze and tape until you could get to the campus nurse tomorrow. 

You probably needed stitches as any sudden movements had the fragile skin of your palm bleeding again.

Returning to your room in a comfy pink cotton bra and thong you throw your towel over a chair.

You start to reach for your fluffy robe when you see Choso’s black track jacket on your desk. It still had the small coffee stains on it from earlier but you opted to slip into it anyway.

Truthfully, you lied to him.

You hadn’t just been carrying it around waiting to give it back to him.

You had worn it more times this past week than you would willingly admit to anyone. 

You even took it on purpose instead of your actual jacket this morning not actually thinking you would run into Choso but when you had seen him, you knew you wanted him to see you in it.

With a sigh of frustration, you dove face first into the pillows of your bed as you curled into his jacket. 

It was your only comfort at the moment. 

Your mind wanders and you can’t help but think of how better a boyfriend Choso would have been to you.

Dean would never let you wear his jackets, no matter how cold you were. He said you were too air-headed and would ruin or lose it. 

Not that he wasn’t right, you definitely were accident prone.

But that's why it had meant so much to you when Choso, not even your boyfriend, had given you his own without a second thought.

You only hoped he didn’t hate you now. 

Not that you could blame him if he did.

Even you hated you a bit for even being with a jerk like Dean in the first place no matter how convenient you thought it had been for you. 

How could you even face Choso in class next week? 

Despite your heart crumpling when you thought of Choso’s cold intimidating gaze being cast upon you again, you admittedly had never seen a look that intense before from anyone. 

It was also impossible to forget the ravenous look in his eyes when he was so close to kissing you. 

He looked as if he would devour you whole. 

God, everything about him was so sexy.

His strong jaw set firm, his eyes dark pools that sucked you in even from memory, his lean muscular body.

You wish you had realized how bad you had been crushing on him sooner. Before everything got so fucked up. 

You fidgeted as an ache developed between your legs.

Turning your head to the side you used your bandaged hand to gently push his jacket collar into your face. 

It still smelled like him despite how many times you’ve worn it this week and despite the faint smell of old coffee from earlier.

Squirming on your bed, you tried in vain to keep your legs from sliding against each other creating more friction as your body became increasingly hotter. 

A shameless whine escaped your lips as you huffed his woody masculine scent in and out. 

Your legs rubbed together more eagerly. 

Shit, you were so horny. 

Still laid flat on your belly you lifted your hips up for access as a manicured finger pressed into your clit toying with yourself from the outside of your pink cotton thong.

Choso was so meticulous, so knowledgeable in everything he did you were sure he knew how to make you cum. 

You were desperate for him as you remembered what it felt like when he caught you from falling last week. 

How good would his sculpted chest feel pressed into you now?

Would he look at you with the same want that flared across his features when he had gotten a glimpse of your panties you had intentionally put on display for him? 

You didn’t miss how it matched the look he gave you when he nearly kissed.

“Choso…”

You moaned out loud. 

You could feel the wet spot your teasing was earning you spread over your thong as your cunt continued to drool over your fantasies of him.

Craving more you lifted your ass up higher while your fingers fumbled to slide under the flimsy fabric.

“A-ahhh s-shit Cho– F-fuck!”

You panted as you sunk two fingers into your cunt. You worked to diligently pump them in and out of you as you pressing your palm down firmly over your swollen clit. 

Your face buried itself deeper in his jacket as you gasped and your warm breath pushed back against you as you imagined it was his own tickling your neck.

All your senses screamed with want to be consumed by him and you pined for the feeling of his cock stretching your wet cunt instead of your slim fingers that weren’t cut out for the job.

“F-fuck C-Choso.. Mmm, let me cum.” 

You practically sobbed when you glided a third finger into your pussy, two wasn’t enough to quell the craze that had overtaken you.

Ironically and unbeknownst to you, Choso (who had hidden himself in your closet during your shower), was mere moments away from losing his own goddamn mind.

Wholly entranced, he listened to you wantonly call for him like a sweet siren song and watched utterly fixated on the way you fiercely finger fucked your pussy like it was his own cock.

All the while in his jacket sniffing the sweaty soiled material like some filthy fucking pervert.

Fuck!

When he had followed you back to the sorority house he had finally resolved to kill you, but now he was at a standstill as there was no plausible way this was actually happening in front of him.

The obscene ASMR of your cunt sloshing rang in his ears and your legs quivered obscenely with you approaching your orgasm. 

Your desperate thrusts caused his oversized jacket to ride up to your hips revealing the way your ass bare ass jiggled when you drove your hips down and pushed your digits up deeper into your core that waited greedily to suck them in.  

You chanted out Choso’s name with urgency straining your voice as you climaxed. The bed creaked from you now humping the mattress while riding out your high.

Shit you were fucking sexy. 

Thought you'd just been toying with him for fun all this time...

Until now.

Choso’s grip on his knife tightened as adrenaline surged through his body. 

He could feel the blood pumping through his dick. 

He wanted to fuck you. 

Badly. 

Give you what you’ve both been needing all this time. 

Choso fully bricked, suppressed a hiss through clenched teeth as he palmed the bulge in his pants but remained otherwise still.

He can’t imagine a positive reaction if he burst out of your closet as Ghostface nor could he just take off his mask and pop out of your closet as your TA like he was some fucking creeper.

This was pure agony. 

You never failed to find some way to unravel him.

Choso was so tense, his body coiled so tightly, he couldn't control his thigh involuntarily twitching and his knee recoiled against your closet door.

He cursed himself for the millionth time at the lack of control he had around you, he had never had to restrain himself so much around anyone else.

Ecstasy was etched on your features as you looked around puzzled from where the noise came from.

However, the even louder boom of the front door slamming shocked you out of your blissful daze and stole your attention away.

You sat up quickly and wondered if your sorority sisters were back already.

You glanced at the clock.

10:32 pm.

It was still much too early for them to leave.  

But who else could it be? 

You groaned and reluctantly hopped off the bed, zipping up Choso’s jacket fully to hide the slick between your legs and went out to greet them so you could avoid them coming into your room and return to your solitude as quickly as possible. 

You were tired, frustrated and still horny as hell. 

You only wanted make yourself cum hard enough you could fall asleep and end this miserable ass day.    

☠                                                   

“Girls~! You really didn’t have to leave so early~!” 

You call out to your sisters.

It was a little late for a show of solidarity if that's what they thought they were doing.

You rolled your eyes. 

But it was eerily quiet as you received no response. 

That’s odd.

Walking down the hall you froze once the view from the top floor opens into the foyer below and you see the front door wide open. 

Not a single soul in sight or to be heard. 

“Girls?”

Fight or flight senses kick into gear altering you to the possible dangers below. 

You might be a bit of a ditz but you studied enough forensics and had seen enough scary movies to know how this shit usually ended.

You turn back to run to your room to call someone but stopped as you noticed your phone on the entryway table by the door. 

Crap.

Steeling yourself you slowly inched your way towards the staircase, stopping at times to lean over the banister for any signs of someone.

“This isn’t funny girls! You know I’ve already had a really shitty night!”

But only the hollow sound of wind whipping through the door answered you as it swayed on its hinges. 

This was an older house.

Maybe you didn’t close the door all the way in the beginning? 

No one in your sorority house ever locked the doors, which now you considered probably wasn’t the greatest tradition to keep up while you were at home all alone and a serial killer was on the loose.

You crept down the stairs trying to silence any creaks as best you could.

“I swear on a stack of Vogues if this is a prank you all of you whores will all be on campus clean-up community service duty for the rest of the semester!”

Still nothing but silence as you reached the bottom of the staircase.

The lights were on in the entire house. From what you could tell the den and living room areas surrounding the foyer were empty. 

You sighed. Maybe it was just the wind.

You close the door and this time make sure to lock it as you clutch your phone and turn to scamper back upstairs when you feel something grab at you from behind.

“Want to die Y/N?” 

You let out a screech as you whip your around to see a figure you recognize as Ghostface reach for you as you stumble backwards into the den. 

Tripping over your own feet, you fall back landing on your injured hand and knocking your head against the edge of a coffee table.

A roar of laughter erupts as you groan dazed from the floor.

“You really are a clumsy ditz, babe.” 

Puzzled and near concussed, you blink through blurry vision to see Dean pull off the Ghostface mask as he crouches down to your level and leans on his metal bat tauntingly.

Pain blossoms sharply in the back of your head and you can feel the puncture wound on your hand open and saturate your bandage.

“The fuck are you doing here Dean?” 

You glared up at him through your one good hand that covered your face as you struggle to get your bearings back. 

You couldn’t catch a fucking break tonight.

“Still being a huge bitch even though I came all the way over here to say sorry, eh?”

Dean hummed, brow raised as he chuckled.

“I thought a little fright would put you in a good mood, Y/N.”

“Nice way of apologizing Dean. Insult me, scare me half to death and give me a concussion.” 

You knew this man was not sorry at all.

Someone sober enough had probably informed Dean that you did have the power to essentially kill their fraternity’s social life, cucking his entire house for the foreseeable future. They likely sent him to make things right with you ASAP. 

But even with all that on the line your tool of an ex was such a huge dick he couldn’t even do the bare minimum to give you a decent apology like an actual human being (not that you would have accepted it).

“I see I was right about one thing though.” 

Dean got your attention as he pointed down at the moisture running down your legs.

You immediately pull Choso’s jacket down further to cover yourself. 

You couldn’t give a fuck what he thought at this point. You’d confess to fucking the entire Forensics department if got him out of your face.

“Sure Dean, think what you want okay? Just fucking GET. OUT.” 

You felt dizzy from the pressure thrumming in the back of your skull.

“Yeah and if I say no whore? Then what?” 

Dean slid a clammy hand over your knee which sent another wave of nausea through you, your head spinning.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to stop his hand traveling lower before you suddenly noticed Dean’s body being ripped away from you entirely.

The scene that followed occurred in a whirlwind as your head felt like it would explode trying to focus on anything.

Your eyes strain to keep up with the action only registering fractions of it through your blurred vision. 

You see…blood?

Is it yours?

No. It’s flowing from Dean’s shoulder.

Another person?

No

…Ghostface?

Yes.

Your double vision struggled to pinpoint exactly what was happening as Dean and the masked Ghostface fought for dominance, somehow ending up back in the foyer. 

Dean was barely able to keep the large hunting knife from sinking into his chest.

Was this even real?

Were you really about to witness a Ghostface crime scene in action?

Were you next?

You felt like you were witnessing it all play out through someone else’s body as your mind floated off and you felt more disconnected. 

Your awareness faded in and out.

There was no doubt, you definitely had a small concussion. 

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps up as you finally hear Dean shouting your name although it sounded like you were in a fishbowl.

He had somehow gotten leverage and evened the odds with the killer as they both now had a hold of the blade’s handle.

“Y/N! Pay attention you ditzy ass bimbo! Don’t just sit there looking stupid, get the fucking bat.”

You scanned the floor around you. 

Sure enough, there was the scuffed metal bat shining back at you resting by your knees.

Your injured hand grazes it and you see a red trail of blood smearing across it as the cool smooth metal soothes your ruptured skin.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you daydreaming about?! Get your ass over here!”

You grip the bat’s handle, ignoring the pain to use it and the coffee table as leverage to push you up off the floor.

You sway on your feet as your blood pressure drastically drops from standing too quickly. 

Your head feels light. 

Your body feels light. 

Surprisingly too, even the large heavy metal bat now feels light in your injured palm. 

“Fucking finally, Y/N!”

Dean yelled as he saw you on your feet.

“It’s not like I’m trying to fight off a killer here or anything dumb bitch.” 

Dumb bitch?

Oh yeah, he means you.

God, Dean was fucking annoying you just wished he would shut up sometimes. 

You couldn’t even think straight. 

What were you doing again? 

Right, the bat. He told you to bring it to him.

You wanted to sit down again. You were so tired.

You couldn't rest though as Dean’s voice was ringing in your ears. 

You just wanted him to shut up more than anything so you willed yourself forward. 

“Give Dean the bat, Give Dean the bat.”

You lowly repeated in a mantra like state.

Your vision was spotted with black dots swirling like the pain in your head.

GiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebat

You gripped the handle in both hands.

You were going to give Dean the bat.

“Y/N! Goddamn bitch move your lazy fuckin–”

C-R-A-C-K!

The slick sound ricochets throughout the entryway and reverberates in your ears.

C-R-A-C-K!

You feel warm droplets of moisture spray on you.

C-R-A-C-K!

The bat and Dean’s motionless body both simultaneously hit the floor with a thud. 

You closed your eyes.

You felt�� relief? 

Like you could breathe again as the hazy veil that had shrouded your thoughts lifted and the throbbing in your head slowly receded. 

You weren’t sure how to describe what you were feeling but it was some mix between euphoria, exhilaration and… freedom?

Well, you were finally free of Dean for good now.

You couldn’t help but be amused by that thought as you wiggle your toes in the warm red liquid that pooled around them. 

A child-like giggle resounds from you. 

Was this post nut kill clarity?

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the hallway mirror you noticed blood and chunks of brain matter strewn all over Choso’s jacket. 

You wouldn’t be able to go without washing it now.

You frowned at the thought of his scent being washed away as well as you unzipped it, checking to see if the stains seeped through the lining too.

You had made such a mess. 

Quick movements out of the corner of your eyes reminded you of the fact you were not alone.

The actual Ghostface killer stood mere feet away from you, his intentions clear as he visibly heaved and extended his knife out to the side approaching you.

You sighed exhausted. 

“I’m not going to be able to blame this one on you, am I?”

Ghostface shook his head, confirming what you already knew.

☠

Choso felt his own adrenaline reach a frenzied peak.

He approached you with the animalistic stature of a predator who was sizing up another. 

You were a killer now, no longer simply his prey.

Proving as much as eyes showed no remorse for the life you had taken.

Yet given what he had walked in on just minutes ago and how distraught you were leaving the party, there was nothing for to mourn anyway.

The only emotion your shown was concern for the on coming threat of him as you backed up to keep from his advances. 

Heh, that could just as easily be him right now bleeding out on the floor.

He mused as he side stepped Dean’s body to stalk closer towards you.

Choso smirked, he was only disappointed he wasn’t the one to kill him.

Although he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked creating your own work of art.

A bit abstract and not as precise as his own methods. 

Nevertheless, Choso continues to be amazed by how his cute and clumsy little undergrad just showed him a darkness he had only previously recognized in himself. 

Choso watches you back away until your ankles hit the bottom of the staircase.

Your feet and hands were slick with blood and you couldn’t find your footing on the steps nor support yourself on the railing so you were forced to scooch up the stairs. 

Yet given your injury even that proved difficult for you.

What would he do with you now?

“W-We’re even right? You saved me, I saved you.” 

You tried to bargain as you saw him crawl up the staircase after you.

Ghostface cocked his head to the side considering your words as he reached you and stopped your escape with a strong gloved hand digging into the flesh of your hip. 

Ghostface suspended himself over you covering your frame entirely and his metallic blade glared in the light as if it would pierce into you at the slightest whim. 

Were you going to die like this? 

Despite the danger you couldn’t help but be a bit turned on.

Especially as Ghostface’s touch reminded you so much of–

“Did you get off on killing your boyfriend Y/N?” 

Ghosface taunted, speaking for the first time.

“...or were you already this fucking wet from fantasizing about someone else, hm?”

Your eyes widened.

Your mind raced too fast to reach a succinct conclusion. But you were disappointed to hear a voice box distortion instead of the actual person's voice beneath the mask.

Your flurry of jumbled thoughts are paused when you feel the cool caresses of the flat metal side of his blade drag across the skin of your stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Your chest heaved slowly with steady intensity as your breath shuddered. 

“Are you turned on now Y/N?”

You look away from Ghostface as he taunts as you. You feel more self-conscious considering who you think is under the mask.

Just how fucked up was it you were turned on from murdering your boyfriend in cold blood to save a serial killer who might have been the guy you had just been masturbating to who was also the serial killer Ghostface and very likely about to kill you now? 

Very. 

Very fucked up was the answer.

You would have been ashamed if you could bring yourself to care.

Choso’s jerks your face back to him as the hand with the blade parts your legs. 

The lust in your eyes and your drenched cunt were all the answers he needed.

“AHH!”

You cry out as you feel the smooth metal come down to slap your clothed pussy hard and slide against your lips. 

You fight the urge to close your legs. You can’t or the sharpened edges of the knife would stab your thighs.

You bite your bottom lip to the point of drawing blood. 

This does not go unnoticed by Choso as he brings his gloved hand to your lips to soothe the bite. 

His soft leather covered thumb hooks past your lips to guide your mouth open, exploring your mouth as you openly moan. 

“Tsk, Tsk, we can't have you breaking skin and wasting more of that pretty blood that belongs to me.”

You shiver at his words dripping in possessiveness and your mouth encloses around his thumb, sucking as your tongue still squirms under its pressure.

A strained hiss comes from Choso and his eyes roam down to admire the slime trail of sticky fluid your clothed cunt dripped his blade.

Before Choso can get a peak at your pussy your hands fly down to cover yourself. 

Amused, Choso gently removes his hand from your mouth to palm your inner thigh as his thumb slick from your spit rubs circles into your flesh.

His coaxing has you spreading your legs wider as he brushes up against the hands covering your cunt.

“Show me Y/N.”

He breathed out.

You pouted and shook your head.

“Is my little slut a liar then? I recall you telling me you didn’t mind if I saw your panties.”

Your suspicions confirmed you gasped in realization but Choso could no longer control himself as his hunting knife returned to your body to trail up your stomach this time the pointy edge hovering over your soft skin.

Your stomach sucks in to create distance between the blade and your skin causing your chest to push up through your arms but it's exactly what Choso had wanted.

Whoosh

With a swift slash through the air his blade slices your bra in two and its straps fall back down your shoulders laying bare your breast and hardened nipples to the cool air.

Exposed, your hands instinctively move from you core to cover your tits.

You see Choso pull back from you to sit up fully.

No longer touching you as he opted to imprint into his memory the imagery of your wet puffed pussy glistening through the soaked and now nearly transparent thong which clung to your lower lips like second skin.

He shifted his mask as the voice box moved from over this mouth.

“Y/N” he sighed.  

Hearing his actual voice had you whining with need again.

Choso couldn’t keep his hands off you for long as he grasped hold of your thong and slipped his fingers between the fabric covering your cunt.

Choso rubbed the sticky moisture on the thin fabric between his thumb and forefingers while his knuckles bullied into your clit, causing your toes to curl.

“Mmm C-Choso.”  

Your hands went from simply covering your tits to messaging them, pulling on your nipples, as you couldn’t hold back the sounds from the pleasure you felt from him touching you.

Shit. He wanted to ruin you.

Choso’s knife returns to your throat applying soft pressure dangerously close to breaking skin.

“So tell me what you want then, Y/N?” 

Choso knew you wanted him but he wanted you to say it. 

He needed you to admit it to him outright before he could really believe it.

His knuckles had stopped teasing your clit and your body trembled as you bucked your hips into his hand and pouted.

“I want you to hurry up and decide if you’re going to fuck me or kill me before my sorority sisters get back Choso!” 

Choso smirked under the mask. 

Becoming a killer turned you into a bit of a brat.

But he knew how to handle you.

Heh, fair enough.

Driving the knife into the staircase behind your head he pulls you up, swapping positions and seating you on his thigh.

He pulls his soiled track jacket off of you and you shiver as the cold air hits your back. 

“Mm, Fuck me Choso”

You sighed longingly, arms encircling his neck.

“Mm, Should I though?”

Choso questions out loud as you melt deeper into him from his hands roaming your body.

One settles on your hip under the band of your thong and the other peels you back by your hair so Choso can see your eyes blown out fully with lust.

“Or should I make you wait like I’ve been waiting ever since you first stumbled into class in that slutty green skirt?”

You cried out and our tongue lolled out of your mouth when he yanked your panties roughly by the front, pulling the material between your pussy lips.  

Your clit was cradled in the steamy fabric and you clutched the front of his robes for stability as your eyes rolled back.

“Do you know how much you made me suffer thinking about that pretty pussy of yours? How many times I fisted my cock? How much blood I spilled to forget the way you looked in those slutty outfits?”

Choso's own desire was apparent in his raspy voice.

You shake your head and tears spill as he pulls the fabric tighter over your clit. 

“I-I w-wanted you too” you sniffled out.

“Then prove it.” Choso breathed out huskily.

“I want that needy cunt of yours to beg me by fucking herself real nice on my thigh like she did on your mattress earlier.”

You could have combusted as he admitted he had in fact been watching you from your closet but you couldn’t help but obey his orders.

The frantic way your heart pounded in your chest couldn’t trump the unbearable arousal between your legs.

You braced yourself on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips on him.

“That’s it baby.”

Choso encouraged you as you heard a loud rip and realized he had cut away your thong when you felt him snatch the material right off of you.

Your plump pussy lips parted when pressed onto his thigh and you felt the rough material of his heavy robes directly chafing against your clit. 

Surrendering to pleasure you circled your hips to grind down on him as Choso started bouncing you on his leg.

The impact of your weight forcing your clit down while his thigh pushed up into you shaking.

“S-shiiiit D-daddy!”

You cried out arching back. 

Choso could have busted in his pants completely untouched when he heard you call him daddy. 

You didn’t know how much you had him wrapped around your perfectly manicured fingers. 

He would kill every single one of those bastard frat fucks on campus on a whim if you asked him to.

He would do anything for you.

Choso's muscular thigh flexing underneath your cunt felt amazing but your hole was screaming to be filled as it gaped around the phantom thought of his cock penetrating you.

“N-Need more. S’not enough Daddy”

You beg, whining into the mouth opening of his mask.

Your breath enters through the material as your hot tongue presses against the cloth barrier hungrily. 

His own tongue responds in kind, entangling with yours through his mask and you moan deeper into the opening.

You feel so good yet are still frustrated that you were naked while you couldn’t even see a sliver of skin from him still in his full Ghostface attire.

You move to lift up his mask when he stops you, breaking the makeshift kiss.

“Now, now Y/N.”

Choso playfully chides. 

“Can you think of nothing but my dick? You’ve forgotten so quickly this is still a crime scene?”

You panted as you looked over your shoulder and spot the gruesome remains of Dean’s lifeless body and half bashed in face. Blood stained the foyer rug and pieces of tissue splattered on curtains, walls and even the fake plants.  

Right.

You still had no idea what you were going to do about that situation but Dean was already dead. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Honestly you felt as if you might die as well if you couldn’t get Choso’s dick inside of you soon.

Your hips never stopped grinding down on his thigh as you returned your attention to him.

You knew if Choso couldn’t even kiss you, he couldn’t fuck you either as those same rules applied to both potential sources of DNA. 

“S’fine.” You pout.

“I-I had your jacket, y-your DNA could c-come from that.”

Your injured hand came to cup the slide of his masked face and your other rubbed the outline of cock over his jeans, feeling the precum soil through them despite the thickness of the fabric. 

Blood from your hand smeared onto the pristine white Ghostface mask as you pulled your foreheads to touch.

“I’ll admit Dean was right, w-we w-were sleeping together...”

Choso chuckled.

“..and get me expelled for sleeping with a student on top of a motive to connect me to your victim?” 

He gave your ass harsh smack. 

Your cheeks clenched and your panting grew more ragged as you chased your high against him. 

“Y/N you gotta think with that sexy little head of yours not that needy little cunt if you really want me to fuck you. I know you’re smart. This should be easy for you.”

You groaned. 

Thinking was virtually impossible right now. 

You wanted to give up and resort to begging again but Choso calling you smart (something your recently deceased ex never did) and now rubbing your thighs encouragingly, had made you so happy you wanted to make him more proud of you. 

You reluctantly stopped your hips, ignoring the fiery ache shooting through in your cunt but you wanted to cum from his cock not his thigh.

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath.

Focus Y/N, you willed yourself.

Focusing became harder to do though when Choso became impatient and had nuzzled his masked face into your chest.

His mouth latched to your nipple through the black cloth, swirling his tongue and grazing his teeth against your bud causing it to swell.

“Oh!” you smiled sweetly down at him and his abs tightened as he held you closer to him.

“We get rid of the body! Clean up and make sure there's no crime scene to be found!”

“That’s correct,” Choso praised you as if you answered a question in class correctly.

 “Now, most importantly, how exactly will we get rid of the body, Y/N?”

“We…w-we..”

Your fingertips grazed your lips and you bit a nail as you pensively considered your options. 

You looked like you were thinking so hard on this.

So fucking cute.

“Come on baby, tell me.”

Choso was the one begging you now while he lifted your hips just enough to pull up his robes and position you to straddle his dick straining against his jeans. 

You were so close to the answer. He knew it would come to you and he wanted to be inside of you as soon as you got it.

You clasped your hands together and gave him one of your pageant winning smiles he grew to love. 

“We make a kill room!”

“Smart girl” Choso said as he lifted his mask and his lips came crashing down on yours.

☠

“Shit-Shit-Shit!” 

You cried as you lower yourself onto Choso’s cock. 

You had begged and pleaded him for this but Choso was so much bigger and longer than you expected. 

You never had a problem taking dick before but not only was Choso huge he had 3 rows of top and frenum ladder ball piercings on his long veiny cock that dragged against your gspot when you tried to force him inside you.

You still had about an inch to go and his fat cockhead was already pressing against your cervix.

“Fuck baby you really been keeping all this good pussy from me?”

Choso spread your cheeks to assist you down on his enlarged length but your walls vice gripped his cock preventing him from guiding you down further.

Choso grunted, he was going to cum fast if you didn’t ease up.

Pulling you back, he captured your lips again devouring them as he violently pushed his tongue into your mouth in a sloppy kiss, dominating you completely. 

A tremor shot through your cunt as your hips jerked and your legs quivered.

“My slutty girl is so sensitive she came from just kissing?”

Choso teased knowingly pulling back to allow you air and lapping at the drool from the corners of your mouth.

It wasn’t just a kiss. 

Without the hindrance of a mask Choso’s kisses felt like he was eating you alive and set your body ablaze.

Your orgasm came with enough intensity to loosen your walls allowing you to finally sink down to the base. However your legs were still vibrating and unable to support you riding him.

You fell forward into the crook of his neck. 

“C-can’t D-daddy” you babbled into his neck drooling.

Choso wanted to tease you more. He wanted to goad and praise you enough so you would ride him in earnest until your perfect pretty face sobbed for him to fuck you but time was of the essence now.

You both probably had a good hour and a half left before the cops broke up the party and members of your sorority started heading back. 

He needed to finish you quickly and he silently promised to take his time with you later.

Rising up, Choso positioned his arms under your thighs to keep you seated on his cock as he walked up the few steps to reach the landing in the middle of the staircase. 

Placing your back carefully against the wall he glides his hands over your sweat and blood laden skin to lift your legs onto his shoulders. His grip settles onto the fat of your ass and he marvels at how his fingers sink into them.

Choso allows you time to get adjusted to the new position as he now held you in a standing mating press.

“Ready?”

You nod and Choso takes that as his greenlight to rigorously fuck you into the wall with such vigor you felt it quaking behind you.

There was no possible way you could have ever been ready for that though and your hands dive into his hair tugging at the roots under his man buns as if you intended to scalp him. 

Your reactions fuel his cruel thrusts as Choso greedily drinks your guttural screams into his mouth. 

They sound more heavenly than any he had heard before even from his own victims.

Slamming you down on his cock, Choso manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him.  

His piercings and engorged veins continue to scrape the walls of your core with every stroke as you gush around him soaking his robes.

Choso wanted more of you.

He didn’t think he would ever get enough.

You felt so fucking good he could fuck you like this for hours and he cursed the dwindling time he had before he needed to remove himself from the warm comfort of your mushy cunt.

The hallway echoed with sounds of his hips sadistically ramming your body further into the wall as well as the sloshy vulgar noises his cock tore from your tight creamy cunt.

“S-so c-lose Cho–” 

Were the only words you could croak out as your cries become lodged in your throat.

The pleasure you received being folded between Choso and the wall had you salivating like crazy. Drool was pooling in your mouth faster than it could dribble out down the sides. 

You locked eyes with him. 

The wild glint in them was so primordially feral you can’t believe you ever mistook the restraint he tried to maintain around you for shyness. 

Frankly, there was nothing timid about him. 

The cold confidence of a true killer radiated off of him and into your core as each of his thrusts felt like they were stabbing into your womb.

Your whines turned into horse croaks as you desperately gasped for air.

Like a killer he showed you no mercy as his long cock shifted your guts up and into your lungs.

Choso was quite literally murdering your cunt.

“Yeah Y/N? Is my girl gonna cum all pretty like on this dick?” 

Too cockdrunk to reply, your pussy readily spoke up for you as your walls clenched and spasmed. White stars flood your vision as your body vibrates against him as you cum hard, gurgling his name.

Choso’s hips stuttered and his moans increased as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased his own. 

He knew better than to cum inside you, he wasn’t wearing a condom and didn’t even know if you were on birth control. 

But your cunt was like a drug to him so Choso resigned himself to cleaning you up after as he gave one last thrust, injecting you with his hot seed that scorched your insides and sent you spasming all over again.

It took a few minutes for Choso to catch his breath but he gently released your legs down to touch the floor as he pulled out of you.

You groaned immediately at the loss after being so full as you still tried to regain your own steady breaths.

Not missing a beat, Choso moved with reverence as if he was worshiping your form from the kisses he peppered down your chest and belly.

“Eyes on me baby,”

Choso ordered, glancing up at you. 

You nodded your breath hitching once he reached below your belly button and he threw one of your legs over his shoulder again.

He shamelessly breathed in the scent of sex wafting off your pussy.

The musky mixture of his cum and your juices combined with sweat and blood entered his nostrils and sent his eyes rolling back into his skull.

You shuddered. 

You wanted to feel his mouth on you more than anything but you knew you couldn’t both remain like this in the open hallway for much longer.

Seemingly forgetting all concerns of time, Choso’s thumbs lightly ghost over your battered pussy lips as he slowly peeled back the slippery folds.

His chest swoll with pride seeing how much of his cum you had taken inside of you. 

Choso's tongue salaciously darted out to catch the drippings that seeped out of your messy little cunt.

Despite your concerns, you can’t resist bucking up towards his face as he brought your hips off the wall towards him. 

“Be patient princess, let me enjoy this.”

Choso open handedly spanks your pussy, landing a direct hit on your clit which has you shaking as your squirt spritz onto his face.

His thick tongue rolls out of his mouth like a man starved licking his lips at the feast before him

“Goddamn, I already love her so much”

He cooed into your cunt while looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Go out with me, yeah Y/N? I’ll treat her right. Just let me have a taste of her everyday.”

You almost came on his face again from the utter display of depravity he was showing you, not missing the fact he was so pussy drunk he was technically asking your cunt to be his girlfriend instead of you. 

To be fair you were both way past the point where he needed to ask you out anyway as he was an accomplice to your homicide and soon-to-be cover up.

“Okay Choso, I’ll be your girlfriend,”

You grinned at him.

Choso thanked you by gently placing a kiss on your clit before nose-diving into your folds like a mad man between your legs.

Seeing how sensitive you are it wasn't long before he had you thrashing on his lips from the nasty way he heartily ate your cunt out.

The suckling, bubbling and squeaking sounds of him inhaling your pussy nearly had you at your peak again.

Yet you were snapped out of your pleasure when you heard the grandfather clock in the hall ring signaling it was midnight. 

Fuck what if the party got broken up earlier than expected?

“W-we don’t have time for this Choso.” You plead anxiously as you pry his head out of from between your legs.

The sounds of the clock chiming and the sight of Dean’s body still laying in the entryway made you more nervous with every passing minute it remained there.

His eyes narrowed dangerously on you as he nuzzled his nose back into your cunt hooking it under your clitoral hood.

“Oh? My sweet girl gets one kill and thinks she knows better than me what we have time for?”

His expression dares you to pull him away again as he drags the flat of his tongue lazily over your clit.

“Please Choso…”

Choso relents as he feels you tense up more, he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself unless you were.

“You trust me right Y/N?” 

“Yes”

You breathe out as his fingers play with your puffed pussy lips.

“Do you have the key to the basement?”  

You nod.

“And you know exactly where the supply closet is, baby?” 

You nod again.

“Perfect. This won't take long at all then.”

Choso assures you as his confident words calm your worries.

“So now just relax princess and let me take care of you. This isn’t my first clean up job babe…”

You weren’t sure if Choso was talking about your cunt or the dead body, but you didn’t doubt he was experienced in both.

“Give me 15 minutes to see how many times I can make you squirt on my tongue. Then we can finally make that dexter kill room you like so much, yeah?” 

You nodded once more and Choso wasted no time drowning his face back into your cunt.

You sighed contently.

He was already the best boyfriend you ever had. 

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: How was that? Did I do our emo kang justice? Lmk! (y'all better lmk cause y'all busted my balls for days over this lmfaoooo)

Also ding dong Dean is DEAD thank fuck. Whew I made that man as horrible as possible so you could kill him. Tbh, I would kill a nigga just for pouring Milwakees in my hair alone, that shit smells and tastes like cat piss lol.

Also here if y'all wanna see a cute lil pixivi I made of me bimbo!reader x Ghostface!Choso.

You know the original idea for this was actually based on a fic I was writing where Choso, Yuji and Sukuna (all brothers) all transfer to your university and bimbo!reader (no bf this time) clearly likes Choso but his oblivious emo ass has no idea and keeps being a dick to you cause he thinks you are just making fun of him. LOL! I may in the future still end up writing a version for that since this ended up going in a completely different direction with Ghostface thrown into the mix.

Y'all this fic was way too fuckin long. I know theres likely errors/redundancies still so I will comb through it later and I may edit/reword somethings too but general content will stay the same. Tbh, what took so long is the last scene cause I decided I cannot write a smut fic with Choso where that man isn't acting completely deranged and unhinged over the taste of pussy. He's munch, he can't help it.

Reblog for Ghostface!Choso to be your personal munch, but likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

Next up on Kizzatober, Werewolf!Toji from Thrilling Ghouls! (PWP)

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kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals

Kinktober Prompts: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? CW: AU college fic. blood obsession/hematolagnia, bimbo reader, murder, slight DV (from your npc jerk ass bf), unprotected sex, masturbation, slight age gap (roughly 21 vs 28) and dark content. NOTE: If death/killer romanticization related shit triggers you this is probably a fic to avoid because that is happening all through this bitch. I literally wrote a murder fluff smut fic lmfao. WC: 6.5k of 15.4k Lightly black fem coded (reader is an AKA lmfao) but no descriptors.

A/N: This is my first kinktober fic! I'm sorry this took so long y'all but last week been low key hell and I was sick for a lot of it. Also I did struggle with this a bit since this one I decided to do as an whole fic instead of PWP and now its gotten to be so long its definitely going to be in two parts. Sorry there's no smut in the first part, but there is some fluff and some juicy build up. I've never written for Choso before but he's so baby girl omg I'm obsessed with him now but still I'm a bit nervous posting this. sorry if its dog.

Enjoy!

“Ever felt a knife rip through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?”

Those were the last words a nameless student heard before Ghostface's hunting knife shined menacingly in the air and came down to claim its newest victim.

Shluk! Shluk! Shluk!

Metal slashed through flesh with razor precision.

Gurgled death cries are silenced as the lifeless body collapses to the ground. 

A thick pool of blood began gathering around them to fan out and travel around their body down the slanted titled floor to drain. 

Choso breathed in deeply. 

A wave of calm washed over him. 

Peace. 

Almost in an enlightened state, he felt the most serene after a kill. 

It was beautiful. 

Blood was beautiful.

The surging stream of blood that would eventually slow to a trickle, the abstract designs of its splatter and the way it swirled around the body splayed across the ground like paint on a canvas.

Like a painting. 

A death painting… and the knife, his paintbrush. 

This was his art.

Choso can recall the first time he actually saw blood beyond a minor scrape. 

He couldn’t have been more than 6 years old. No doubt trying to impress his younger brother Yuji by balancing on top of the monkey bars. After all this time Choso isn’t certain as to how, but he lost his footing and fell flat on his face onto the unforgiving concrete below.

Screams of children filled the area once Choso pushed himself up onto his feet. He immediately felt wetness rush down his face. However, rather than cry or panic a young Choso cocked his head curiously when he noticed his reflection on the metal jungle gym. A warped view of his face mirrored back at him but he could still make out the bright red fluid cascading down his features staining him in red. 

Choso didn’t know how long he stood transfixed, mesmerized by the sight of rouge river that flowed from him until Yuji ran back crying with their parents in tow. 

It was how he had the scar across the bridge of his nose till this day, which became unsightly enough he had decided to get a black bar tattooed over it as soon as he turned 18. 

From then on he couldn’t deny his growing obsession with blood and seeing it leave the human body. All of which had led him here to this university to attain a PHD in Forensics. 

He picked this university, not only for their program but it was the perfect small town playground for Ghostface, a local urban legend from years ago he decided to revive once he felt as he had attained enough knowledge not to get caught.  

Choso was meticulous in his process. 

Ironclad alibis, no distinctive patterns and no victims with any connections to each other, nor him. Additionally, he had memorized all the angles of the university’s security system (thanks to a security guard he had bribed then promptly killed). 

His victims' lives were just his means to an end for his art and most students on this campus wouldn’t amount to much anyway outside of that was how he justified it. Choso did like toying with them on occasion though, fear made the blood pump faster and spray harder once he finally did catch them. 

Sadly, he could never admire his creations for too long though before needing to make his own exit. 

Almost midnight. 

Ten more minutes before campus security makes another round.

He took one last glance at the scene of carnage he had created before disappearing into the night. 

☠

In just a mere 2 hours, the news of another Ghostface murder spread across campus. 

The university’s students were either scared, scattering back to barricade themselves in their dorms. Or curious, lingering around the crime scene near the safety of the news crews and reporters who had gathered to see who the unlucky victim was this time.

No one however, is likely more curious than you: A third year forensics undergrad, who was just itching to get a real glimpse of your first real crime scene, a Ghostface copycat killer crime scene at that! 

You had even left a huge frat party (to be fair it was about to get broken up soon anyway) to trek across campus in the bitter cold of late fall. 

“Y/N, let’s go back–,” one of your pledges whined, “–it’s cold and my feet hurt in these heels!”

“Shh, Stassi, shut up! What if this is an initiation test?” another pledge whispered. 

Your sorority pledges chatter on behind you and you almost forgot you brought them along. It’s not like you wanted to but, like it or not, they were attached to you at the hip like little ducklings until rush was over.

With a clap you turn on your heel to address them.

“Ladies–” 

However you abruptly stop once you see your Forensics TA, Choso Kamo, taking what appeared to be a night jog across the campus quad. 

Was he going to the crime scene too? Your face instantly lights up and your pledges look around confused.

“Wait here girlies! I’ll be 5 minutes max…. No, I mean it. Wait right here!”    

Your pledges huff quietly, but agree. 

They had no choice really as you were already skipping as fast as your not-so-sober legs would carry you in 5-inch pumps over the quad lawn. Truthfully, that was not something they were trying to do too, especially not to chase down what looked like some creepy emo nerd.

“Choso!”

You call out to him and wave, but he doesn’t look like he sees you as you hurry towards him.

“Hey Choooo! Wait up!”  You puffed out, trying to maneuver over the grass in your heels. 

Choso sighed recognizing your voice, reluctantly slowing his pace. He would have kept on jogging but he knew you would keep calling out to him and draw even more attention that he really didn’t need right now.

Finally catching up to him, you grab Choso’s arm and loop yours through. He flinched slightly at your touch but you knew he always seemed a bit jumpy when it came to physical contact, so this didn’t phase you. 

If anything you thought his reactions were kinda cute.

“Where are you going weirdo? All the action is back that way!” You teased with a big grin and pointed in the direction of the crime scene.

Choso tries to ignore how his adrenaline was pumping even faster from you holding on to him than when he was running, especially dressed as you were. 

You looked sexy as hell utterly ridiculous.

You were decked out in a sailor costume, which was pretty much just a poor excuse for lingerie at this point. Your white sailor flap collar attached to nothing more than a sparkly navy bra with shiney white and red trims, leaving your midsection exposed showing your cute little belly ring in the shape of an anchor. 

This was complemented by a dangerously short yet matching sparkling navy pleated skirt which sat low on your thick hips. Your shapely legs were the most covered part of your body yet still looked overwhelmingly tempting in red glittery garters, attached to white opaque stockings in glittery red heels.

“I’m the weirdo… but you’re dressed like that in 40 degree weather.” Choso retorted, brow raised.

“Duh Choso–” 

You released his arm to give him a twirl in your outfit, not noticing the way he nervously wet his lips watching your skirt rise with your little spin.

“–The ‘Get Nauti’ party was tonight silly, where have you been!?”

Oh you know, just casually killing someone. Choso resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

Of course he knew about the party. 

The campus had been littered with fliers for ‘Get Nauti’ for the past two weeks. Nothing Choso would ever be interested in as he would rather stab himself in the face than attend a mind-numbing party with a bunch of bro-for-brain frat guys. 

However, he did take advantage of the opportunity to create another death painting as Ghostface with the rest of campus preoccupied. 

He couldn’t tell you that though obviously.

“Gym,” Choso said flatly and shrugged, “Heading back to the dorms n-”

“–You mean you aren't going to the Social Sciences building!? Don’t you remember?!” You cut him off in your excitement. 

“The police said they would let us forensic students look at the next crime scene!”

Your face had a warm glow and your movements slightly swayed. You were clearly drunk.

“No Y/N, they said they might let the PhD students, like me, look at the crime scene… and that was only a slim ‘maybe’. You’re still just an undergrad”, he reminded you, much to your dismay as you puffed your cheeks.

But seriously, Choso thought, even the incompetent local police would have enough sense not to let you on the crime scene dressed as you are now, even if you were a PhD student. 

“Awe no fair,” you whine dejectedly. “But you should go, Cho! Then you can tell me all about it! Pleaseeee, I’m dying to know what a Ghostface crime scene looks like. I hear it’s kinda gruesome!”

You gazed up at Choso through fluttering long lashes as you poked out your cherry glossed lips. It was a pout that could famously leave any frat boy at your mercy, but it never seemed to stir Choso much (that you could tell at least).

Choso swallowed. 

On the contrary, your charms worked rather well on him. His mouth was dry and he unconsciously clenched and unclenched a sweat ridden palm behind his back. 

The hell were you doing being this excited over a crime scene? One of his crime scenes for that matter? 

Choso really didn’t know what to make of that.

“Y/N it’s late. I still have papers to grade. I’m going back to my dorm now and you should get home too,” Choso said flatly, trying to keep his cool although fatigue was etched into his voice.

He was in peak physical form but still feeling the strain given he just chased his last victim all over the Social Sciences building. Not to mention still having assignments to grade. All which would be fine if he also wasn’t on edge from you right now as well.

“Booooo…Choso yo– ahchoo!” You sneezed from the cold. 

The effects of alcohol could only do so much to keep you warm in these low temperatures while you were standing still. 

With another sigh Choso unzipped his black track jacket, taking it off and putting it around your shoulders. 

He was doing so as much for your sake as his own. Choso couldn’t help but notice your boobs looking like they were going to pop out of your flimsy sailor bra at any moment when you folded your arms underneath them for warmth.

He was really doing his best to maintain eye contact with you.

“Awe thanks Cho, you’re so chivalrous!” You giggled, blushing as you snuggled into his jacket. 

You could still feel his body heat lingering on the material but the heady scent of oak and sandwood from his cologne warmed you even more.

You also couldn’t help but stare as the black compression turtleneck he wore underneath clung to his body like a second skin. You had suspicions he was fit but you never saw him wear anything beyond his dark colored button ups and shaggy sweaters when in class. 

“Now go home, Y/N. You shouldn’t even be out here alone this late.” 

Choso’s stern voice snapped you out of your ogling.

“But I’m not alone silly!” 

You pointed to the group of scared and shivering freshmen girls also in various states of sparkly undress all for the sake of ‘getting nauti’ standing on a paved path not too far off. 

They looked absolutely miserable. 

“I have my pledges!” 

Choso gave you an incredulous look. You were too clueless. 

“So let me get this straight… You are drunk. You have drunk freshmen with you, who shouldn’t even be drinking in the first place…and you plan on taking them to a murder scene? Where the cops are?” You made an “OH” face and absentmindedly laughed as you came to the realization it probably wasn’t the best look for Chapter VP of the AKAs to take a bunch of drunk and terrified freshmen pledges straight into a recent crime scene. Even if you could put an academic spin on it as it was relevant to your major classes.

Yikes, and on second thought, your house mom would flip her entire shit if she found out.

“Go home Y/N,” Choso said again, shaking his head.

“Besides, you should be more focused on the Chemistry lab midterm on Monday. You know you can’t afford to fail.”

You sulked but relented, he was right. On both accounts.

As your T.A. for that class Choso knew better than anyone just how much your grade depended on passing that lab and you hadn’t even so much as glanced at your notes yet this week.

“Aye Aye, Capitan Choso, sir!” you teased giving him a salute with a wink and lifted knee, your sailor skirt lifting a bit higher.

It was a cute move, or it would have been at least if it hadn't caused your weight to shift all on to one foot. The heel of the sparkly red glitter pump baring your weight sunk into the patch of soft soil beneath you causing your foot to pop out of the shoe as you tumble forward. 

You would have definitely ate shit and embarrassed yourself in front of Choso, your pledges and whoever else was walking across the quad at this time of night if Choso’s quick reflexes didn’t catch you. 

You let out a squeak and waved your arms as you fell tits first onto Choso’s hard chest. 

Shit. 

Choso could feel your hardened nipples pressing against him through the flimsyass costume you wore. He tried hard to focus on how cold it was outside. Anything rather than how warm your body felt up against him or how his biceps tensed from the tight grip of your delicate fingers that sought stability from him.

You grinned sheepishly. You thanked him for catching you not realizing the position you were in nor the torment you were putting this man through.

Setting you upright quickly, Choso crouched down to retrieve your shoe. 

His plan was to simply place it near your foot but he felt your hand land on his shoulder and you raised your dainty foot up expectantly.

Any attempts to avert his gaze proved futile as Choso couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling up the length of your leg. 

Your opaque white stockings practically glowed in the darkness illuminating the shapely calves it covered and thick thighs the tight material cut into. Your hips strained against your garters up until your –he caught himself and his eyes snapped up immediately.

He was a killer, not a perv at least he was trying not to be.

Gingerly making sure to only touch your ankle, you were giggling again as he put your shoe on your foot and placed it on the grass again.

“Thanks Choso! You really are a lifesaver, ya know! I can’t bend down in this skirt.”

“Don’t mention it.” Choso quickly replied, pushing his bangs out of his face in exasperation. 

Really don’t. 

Choso was trying to forget the flash of red lace he saw that barely covered your plump pu– No he had to stop, you were technically his student even if he was just a T.A.

He would surely have to kill you if he popped a boner right now. He was trying to keep a low profile already and did not need to add ‘sexual deviant' to his name from a student harassment claim.

“For real now, go home Y/N.” Choso silently pleaded you would just listen this time. 

He always felt more compulsive right after a kill and didn’t know what he would do if you stayed around him like this much longer.

You finally relented to his relief, nodding and mumbling a sad little goodnight pulling his jacket around your shoulders tighter as you turned to leave back to your pledges. 

Choso started to leave as well but your voice stopped him as you looked at him over your shoulder.

“You know Choso…” You smoothed your skirt down behind you and flashed him a pageant winning smile, “I don’t mind that you saw them.”

Before Choso’s short-circuiting brain could even process what you said you were bouncing off back to your pledges. “Okay ladies, now make like Bey and get in formation! Back to the Soro house!” 

Your pledges erupted with various replies from– 

‘Thank God!’’ 

‘Did you just go over there to steal that nerd’s jacket? Boss!’’

‘Was that your boyfriend, Y/N?’

‘Y/N’s bf is a starter on the football team, she doesn’t want that weird emo dork.’

‘No, sis did you see his muscles– That emo look is still kinda hot right now, huh Y/N?’ 

‘Awe, but I want to go back to the frat!’ 

–all fluttered from the group of chattering girls as you cheerily led them back to the Sorority house. 

You laughed at their comments hoping Choso couldn’t hear them though, as they were a bit embarrassing. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, there was no way for Choso not to hear your rowdy group of drunk giggling girls, he’s sure the whole quad did. 

Choso rolled his eyes as a chill took over him as he started the jog back to his dorms. 

He was glad he had given you his jacket though. The way his body had started to respond to you just now the frigid jog back to the dorms would do him good. 

He just wanted to shower, grade a few papers then go to bed, he didn’t want to end up fisting his cock to you again tonight. 

You had plagued his peace for too long. It wouldn’t do him any good to think of you, it’s not like he could ever have you. 

Sure you went to the same university but you might as well have been from two different worlds. 

You were a popular sorority undergrad with the attention of virtually the entire male population on campus. 

Choso was a PhD student who was used to fading in the background, most avoided him due his looks and academic focus anyway. 

He only had an affiliation with you because his scholarships were tied to being a T.A. for undergrad forensics classes. 

Also you did have a boyfriend. 

An asshole neanderthal football-wide-receiver boyfriend who he would have been tempted to kill already had he not served his own purpose as a reality check and barrier for Choso.

Oh and had an eccentric obsession with blood going for him and was also the Ghostface copycat killer, that too. 

He was sure that would go over well with you, Choso mused sarcastically.

☠

Upon returning to his dorm Choso took a shower, graded papers and tried to fall asleep but inevitably jerked his cock off to you.

Twice. 

The sounds and images of your ditzy little laugh and skippy little panties consumed him as soon as he closed his eyes. The phantom feeling of the way your nipples felt pressed against his chest and how you clung to him desperately had him feeling near insatiable. 

Choso admittedly thinks of killing you often. Just to get some peace of mind.

It wouldn’t be difficult at all to pull off. It’s not like you could put up much of a fight against him.

He didn’t want to break his rule of killing anyone with a connection to him but Choso had also never had anyone stir him the way you did. 

You were a distraction and liability to him. If he killed you he could finally stop thinking about you…right?

You would make a beautiful death painting too.

Choso imagines thick red blood splattered across your curves. 

The fatal gash from the femoral artery in your thigh oozing out a continuous stream of blood. The cut would have to be considerably deep too considering how meaty your thighs were. 

Would the blood streak down your long leg as you desperately tried to hobble away from him in your slutty red heels?

Or would you collapse in fear and surrender to him fully? Landing in such a way that allowed the blood to redirect backwards and soil the flimsy red panties poorly concealing the fat of your cunt as you cried out in fear.

Fuck. 

He was hard again. 

He reached over to his night stand for his lotion bottle– practically empty thanks to his nonstop fantasies of you.

God, he was pathetic.

☠

The school week that followed was relatively uneventful. 

You passed your lab midterms much to Choso’s surprise. Although you always seemed to pass with a relatively decent grade despite how you struggled to get there. Holding firm to your B average in the class and 3.3 GPA in your major overall.

He had to admit you were a better student than he originally gave you credit for. It makes him recall when he first saw you last spring. 

You were a late enroll to Forensic Biology 101. Not only that, you burst into the third class of the semester nearly 15 minutes late.

Oblivious to all the eyes your disruption earned, you leaned on your knees as your chest heaved from exertion giving the entire class an amazing view of your tits spilling from your pink crop top adorned with the prestigious “AKA” sorority. 

You definitely would have given the class an additional show from bending over in your tight green jean skirt had your ass not been facing the door. Choso eyes couldn't help but travel down the length of your legs, your glossy white painted toes peeking out strappy pink pumps. 

You smiled brightly once you caught your breath and apologized for your late entrance but you were newly voted chapter vice president and had just come from your first meeting. 

Surely you had the wrong classroom.

“Er– this class is Forensic Biology 101 young lady.” The older male professor had given you a once over also thinking you must be lost.

“Mhm, yup! I’m Y/N! I just changed my major!” you beamed and handed the professor your schedule.

He looked at it and back at you twice.

“Hm, well so it is…but you are already behind, little lady. Go and take a seat next to the T.A. in the back, Choso Kamo, he will catch you up.”

Just his luck. Choso didn’t want to babysit some sorority bimbo who would probably drop this class in two weeks once the labs started. 

Your university was famous for the forensics program. If you graduated you were all but guaranteed a job at a prominent lab in a major city but more than two thirds of undergrad students dropped it once the rigorous labs began. 

You didn’t look like you would last.

Especially when you told him your interest in forensics came from watching Dexter. You told him how you thought the actor was hott and how his kill rooms were ‘so cool.’ Choso definitely rolled his eyes at that and wrote you off as a soon-to-be drop out.

You proved him wrong though. 

You were a bit of a ditz and a huge clutz but Choso came to understand t's more because you had about a billion different things going on in your head at once rather than you just being dumb or careless. 

You were also a hard worker. 

It was admirable how many activities you were involved in yet still tried as hard as you did in your classes. You always came to his T.A. review sessions and even sought him out at times while he was in the research library to ask him questions. 

You were a good student and he was a horrible T.A. for even thinking of you in this way. 

The campus bell tower struck noon in the distance and Choso looked down to see that he had only read a single paragraph since he sat down to study thirty minutes ago.

Fuck, he had lost himself in thinking about you again. 

Choso put a hand over his face. 

He was sitting alone at a picnic table on the outer, less populated edges of the quad trying to read a textbook but every time he heard a high pitched giggle he snapped his head up thinking it was you.

Class schedules were a bit different due to midterms and he hadn’t seen you the entire week other than to administer the lab but that didn’t mean you didn’t still plague his thoughts more increasingly as of late.

It was making Choso a bit reckless. 

Needing to relieve stress he had created 2 more death paintings. A mistake as it was rumored the local police would soon reach out to bigger towns for more help and perhaps even the FBI would send an agent soon to campus if this kept up. 

He had to move more carefully. 

Maybe make it look like there were multiple Ghostface killers for starters.

“3 Victims, One Week: The Copycat Ghostface Reign of Terror Continues!” 

You read aloud adding a bit of dramatic flair to your voice as you recite the front headline of the campus paper and jar Choso from his thoughts of you. 

Speak of the devil.

You approached Choso at his table and he immediately noticed you were wearing his jacket again, well more like swimming in it as it was clearly too big for you.

This time though you were bundled up in a scarf, leggings and heeled booties. He was glad his face was already a bit red from sitting out in the cold because he couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from forming that you looked even sexier cozied up and comfortable in his jacket than in the slutty sailor costume.

“I don’t know why you even bother reading that shit Y/N. They never have any interesting details anyway.” Choso tried to feign disinterest in your arrival but his leg was already slightly bouncing under the table, nervous energy returning.

“Well I have to! You wouldn’t go to the crime scene for me last Saturday, remember?”

How could he forget?  

However a part of him did want you to view it though, his masterpieces, his kills. 

See how glorious their blood looked sprayed on the walls, the ground, and the general surroundings of his victims. 

But he knew you’d never appreciate them the way he did even if you were a forensics student.

“Oh and sorry!” 

You interrupted his thoughts once again.

“I meant to give you back your jacket, I’ve been carrying it with me hoping I’d run into you but I ran out today and forgot mine…whoops! I hope you don’t mind me wearing yours a bit longer?”

Your saccharine smile has Choso sucking in a hard breath. 

At this point he would prefer you to just keep it, he couldn’t trust himself if he had it back with your scent all over it knowing you had been carrying it around all week.

He would never know any peace.

“Keep it as long as you need.”

“Kay!”

You smile at him as you haphazardly plop your overstuffed tote bag down next to him, which of course spilled all its colorful contents all over the table. 

“Oh Crap!” 

You lean over to reach for your bag but almost spill the tray of hot coffees in your hand.

“Y/N, Watch out!” 

Choso grabbed the tray before it could spill all over his and your belongings and sat it down on the table with a small exhale.

“Oh! Thank you!” You flash him a big grin. “I got this one for you!” 

You handed him a grande cup with ‘pumpkin spice dirty chai’ scribbled on it.

Choso preferred his coffee black and he has definitely told you that before but you always just brought him whatever sugary drink you ordered saying he needed to ‘try new things’. 

He wasn’t about to turn you down though, caffeine was caffeine and as a PhD student he needed all he could get. Choso also knew it was your way of thanking him for helping you so much in forensics.  

“Thanks...” Choso mumbled taking a sip. Shit this is actually good.

You sat down next to him, a little too close for comfort with your spandex clad thigh brushing up against his leg.

“Whatcha reading? Is it for your thesis?” You were perilously close leaning on him as you looked over his broad shoulder onto his textbook.

“Yeah, some forensics texts I need to review for citations. This section focuses on serology and bloodstain pattern analysis,” Choso stated knowledgably. 

“Oh! Like in Dexter!” 

“Yeah, Y/N, like in Dexter.” 

Maybe Choso is growing a bit soft as he can’t resist but to crack a small smile at your kid-like-enthusiasm for the subject, you were incorrigible. 

Choso also doesn’t miss the way your eyes sparkle when you ask him to tell you more about his research. 

And so he does.

Sometimes Choso forgets how easy you are to talk on the subject. To be frank no one outside his own PHD program ever asks him about his thesis so before he realizes it he’s letting his guard down to indulge you.

You both get so lost in the conversation to the point it hasn’t even phased Choso yet that you are now actually leaning on him. 

Your soft cheek rests near his shoulder and your body angles deeper into his as you point to ask him about a passage on the page which he begins to break down.  

You try to focus on his words but in the midst of Choso’s explanation your eyes stray from the text up to his face. 

You feel your body start to warm.You always thought he was attractive. His dark looks never deterred you if anything they were refreshing from the crew cut preppy jocks around you. Even more so with his piercings in.

Choso never wore any of his piercings during classes or while in the research library. You counted six facial piercings in total from the three on his brows to the septum, labret and finally the black bar piercing through his tongue that darted out exposed with the movements of his mouth. 

Studying him further you discover for the first time his tattoo across the bridge of his nose was actually covering a scar. It looked old but like it had been deep. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if it had hurt him and why he chose to cover it. 

You didn’t even realize you had reached out to touch it until you felt his gaze snap to you. 

Stunned and a bit embarrassed, you withdraw your hand.

“Ah, sorry I just noticed your tattoo was covering a scar…” you trailed off hoping he wouldn’t be annoyed with you.

Annoyance was the last thing on Choso’s mind as finally registered how you had melded yourself into his side body. 

Although his usual reaction would be to withdraw back, you might as well have him chained down to the table now as he was practically immobilized by you not even being able to look away. 

“Uh, yeah it happened years ago when I was a kid...I fell off the monkey bars, there was a lot of blood.” 

No one had even recognized it since Choso had it covered years ago. You were the first.

“Oh no! I loved the monkey bars, we used to climb up on them all the time when I was little. I guess those things are kinda dangerous huh? Actually, I’m kinda shocked I never fell, a miracle right?” 

You laughed and Choso found himself smiling at you again. 

You were too accident prone so it really was a miracle. 

“Yeah, good thing you never fell Y/N… It would be a shame to have to get a big ugly tattoo on that cute face.” 

Choso swore on his life those last words only were said in his head but from the way your eyes widened he knew he fucked up.

“I- that is.. I meant-”

Choso smacked a hand over his face. He can’t believe he just said that out loud to you. He was really losing it. 

“So you think I’m cute?” you teased giggling. You angled your head so you could look up at him from underneath his hand.

“Yeah, about as cute as the blood splatter diagram on this page.” he teased you back. A small smirk on his features as he peeked at you through his fingers.

“Hey!” 

Choso chuckled. Little did you know he actually paid you a huge compliment comparing you to something he thought so alluring as blood.

You grab the hand covering his face as your smile widens and you playfully struggle with Choso. 

You don’t become aware of your close proximity until you almost bump noses.

Choso locks eyes with you and you feel your tummy tighten as you bite your lip. 

You’re still holding his hand and after a while you work up the courage as your other hand comes up to touch his face. 

“Your tattoo isn’t ugly Choso,” you breathe out softly.

Choso closes his eyes as you trace the scar beneath his tattoo. 

You weren’t sure what you were doing but your hand involuntarily begins to travel across his face and his piercings until they graze over his lips and he opens his eyes again.  

Startled by the sudden hungry look in his eyes you pull back your hand but he captures it in his own, him being the one to trap you this time.

If either one of you just moved even an inch forward your lips would touch. You see Choso’s lips part when–

“Yo! Hands off my girl, freakshow!” 

“Dean!?” You pulled back out of Choso’s embrace, floored to see your boyfriend and some more of his football buddies heading towards you as you knew they still should have been at practice around this time.

“Oooh he’s in for it now messin’ with Dean’s girl.” Dean’s football friends snickered.

Choso audibly breathes out in exasperation. The moment was ruined and he really didn’t have the patience to deal with your neanderthal boyfriend and his football lackeys who all shared a singular brain cell. 

Didn’t they have a ball or something to chase?

“Uh hey, Dean I..” 

You stop yourself when it’s clear Dean is ignoring you entirely as he approaches the table. Not even looking your way to greet you. 

His aura oozes faux tough guy bully and walks straight up to Choso to size him up leaning on the table to tower over him.

“I’m talking to you, freak. You think you can put your hands on what belongs to me?”

Choso doesn’t look up at him but his grip instinctively tightens on the pen in his hand under the table as if it was Ghostface’s hunting knife. 

Dean’s show of bravado going ignored by Choso pisses him off even more that his teammates are with him and the tough guy act is failing to have any real effect. 

Tch. 

With a swift movement Dean knocks Choso’s coffee over on the table, its half drunken contents falling on both you, Choso and his books. 

This has Choso rising out of his seat as he thinks your boyfriend must have an unknown death wish.

Choso’s pen is still in his grasp but by his side now. It would be too easy to drive it into Dean’s neck before the dolt even knew what hit him. A bit extreme, but it could be considered an unfortunate accident of self defense if Dean struck first.

Fortunately, you stepped in between the two in order to diffuse the situation without picking up on Choso’s murderous intent. 

You chewed your lip. This was low key, your fault. You technically were dating Dean. Although Dean was always the furthest thing from your mind when you were around Choso. 

You didn’t even feel guilty for being caught as you’ve had your own suspicions for a while Dean had been cheating on you anyway, you just couldn’t prove it. You were still dating him more out of convenience than anything else, other jocks and frat boys left you alone knowing you were with him.

The only guilt you actually did feel was for Choso. This wasn’t his problem or relationship but of course Dean was a big enough asshole to make this into an actual issue with Choso since it was becoming clearer how little respect he had for you.

“Dean, what the hell is your problem!? You got coffee everywhere, this isn’t even my jacket.” 

“Don’t what the hell me Y/N, you're so fucking dumb you’re going to let this freak get in your pants when– wait you’re wearing fucking his jacket!?” 

Dean was yelling now and a small crowd was forming and starting to take out their phones to record. 

You could not let this turn into an incident.

“Dean chill the entire fuck out, would you?! It was cold, so he let me borrow it– He’s just my T.A.”

A wave of harsh realization washed over Choso. 

Just her T.A.

Right.

Choso is no one important to you, especially with your football boyfriend and social standing on the line.

He’d let whatever the fuck almost happened between the two you just now make him forget that. 

Not anymore.

“That’s right. I’m just her T.A. So if you’ll excuse me.” 

Choso turned from you both to salvage what he could of his books and leave.

You couldn’t place the emotions in Choso’s words and it made your chest tighten up. But you weren’t trying to write him or your almost-kiss off. 

You didn’t mean for it to come out that way but you really lacked the proper words in these kinds of situations.

“Where do you think you’re going, loser?”

Dean grabbed Choso’s shoulder but the intense murderous look in his eyes made Dean release him just as quickly as if he had been burned. 

Even his football goon friends unconsciously took a few steps back feeling the very real threat in Choso’s eyes. 

Choso smirked as he left. Thought so. 

“W-wait Cho–”  

You want to stop him but feel Dean’s rough grip on your wrists.

“Whatever, let’s fucking go Y/N. We have an important party to throw later.” 

Dean grabs your wrist and jerks you away with you barely being able to grab your bag. 

Your stomach twists and you are at a complete loss for words but manage to flash an apologetic look at Choso while you are dragged off. 

However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.

The expression on his face is stone cold and it sends a chill up your spine.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: I promise it won't take as long for the second part to come out. I'm half way done with it already! I was just going to wait and post it all together but a like 12k+ word post all at once would be insane lmfao. After I am finished with this prompt the next 3 stories I will do will be from Thrilling Ghouls as they are all much shorter PWPs in the 3-5k range and I won't have to stress so much since I'm realizing all my Smooth Criminal prompts are longer fics and it takes me like a week or more to write them.

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PART 2

[angietherula]

❛ NEVER WANNA LOSE ME. ❜ t. fushiguro

☆ sum. for the hell of it, you let your roommate toji hit just once and he’s never been the same. what starts as a usual lazy smoke sesh turns into him wanting more than just to get high—he wants you.

wc. 6.4k

warnings. fem! reader, college au, toji & reader are in early twenties, vırgin toji, pússy drunk toji, mentions of pre-substance consumption, impact play, fıngering, squırting, praise, he finishes quick, dry humping, ōral (f! receiving), size kink, talking him through it, spıt.

virgin series mlist.

he’s never had a girl like you in his life.

with toji—he doesn’t do women. well he does, but not in that literal sense. he puts up a front whenever around his boys. little do they know he doesn’t know the first thing about a woman. he has little to no game, he’s a fake. a loser. but all of that changes until he meets you. you’re his roommate and the only person he can really stand. to toji, you were someone he could ramble to, someone to get high with and make fun of cheesy romcoms together. . like now.

“you always insist we watch this shit,” he huffs, leaned back against the couch. he’s got his legs raised over the sofa as he bores his stoic eyes into the screen. squinting at the cheesy subtitles on display, he takes another puff. “dunno why y’er so scared of watchin’ alien. now that’s a movie.”

“toji that’s boring,” you murmur, snuggling up close to him. he never really minded, it was always like this. he’s got a broad arm thrown over the back edge of the sofa as you’re leaned up against him. the both of you were blitzed, feeling a wave of euphoria surge through the both of you. the closer you got to him, the more you smelled him. god, that cologne—he practically pours it all over his body and it’s always so strong. toji could feel your head rubbing up against his wrinkled tank top before he glances down at you. “. . . your taste in movies suck.”

as you trail off your words, it’s a deadly awkward pause between the two of you as he just stares deep into your eyes. you wonder why he’s so quiet all of a sudden, why he’s just got that blank expression. but toji cups your chin, using a bare thumb to swipe against the inner crevice of your mouth. “tch. messy girl.”

oh.

you blink thrice once his thumb swiftly moves against the corner of your lip. it’s a subtle moment that’s seems way more intimate than it should of.

the dorm room grows substantially quiet and the only sounds that could be heard were the main characters of the movies talking in the background.

you never leave your locked gaze on toji and he gently rubs a finger near your lip. “you had leftover ice cream on your lip,” he utters, and you see his eyes flicker toward your mouth. so pretty, he thinks to himself. the way they curve and twist as you switch facial expressions. he’s sitting up now, taking in your face and could almost feel you lean into his touch. almost. a lump gets caught in the throat before he clears his throat, glancing away. “i— uh, sorry. that was stupid.”

you look at toji and his body language is different from how it usually was. he’s got a downcast pout, slouching back against the leather made sofa. cute, he’s blushing. you notice the way both temples of his cheeks burn and heat up and you raise a brow, scooting up close toward him. “it wasn’t stupid,” you utter, grabbing the remote and turning it on mute. with his burly arms crossed, he slowly stares back at you with a perplexed look. “toji. do you wanna kiss me?”

“what?” he blurts out a bit louder than he intended. could you read his mind?

he felt himself get hotter and not just his cheeks.

toji looks into your eyes, biting his tongue once he realizes you probably caught him staring at your glossy plump lips. he did want to kiss you. he wanted to kiss you so bad—he just didn’t know how to initiate, he didn’t want to just flat out kiss you or anything. darkened brows of his tweak into a relaxed furrow before he sighs. “y- yeah,” he gruffly murmurs, the steady pulses of his heartbeat growing faster.

“you could have said so,” you tease, leaning up close and wrapping your arms around him. he’s glancing at you, both of you had half-lidded eyes, pupils dilating full of sparkles and lust. toji awkwardly sets his hands aside once you straddle yourself on his lap. the thin fabric of his basketball shorts tickle against the undersides of your thighs before you plop down.

it’s so quiet, you scrape a thumb behind his soft undercut before leaning up close.

toji’s mind was going crazy. he was about to kiss you. he was about to finally kiss you. but there was just one problem.

he didn’t know how.

just as your lips were on the brink of planting themselves onto his, he whispers against you.

“w- wait.”

you pause, glancing at him. “hm?”

“i— um,” he looks away, that same reddened tint painting over his face once more. it’s so cute, out of the few years on campus you’ve grown to know this guy, you don’t think you’ve seen him in such a state. an embarrassed state. jade green eyes flicker everywhere around the room but towards you and he sighs. “i’ve never . . kissed before.”

a smile marinates against your features as you stroke a thumb near the scar that runs down the right side of his lips. “oh,” you hum, and he almost glares at you but remembers you’re literally sitting on his lap. toji holds back a groan, the addicting friction of your body hovering over him makes him start to imagine lewd things. he couldn’t help it, and the taunting stare you gave him only made things worse. “that’s okay, just follow my lead,” and the two of you lock eyes again. toji gives you a subtle nod before feeling you drag his hands toward your hips. “just hold my hips ‘n close your eyes, it’s okay.”

he doesn’t know if it’s because of the fact that he’s stoned out of his mind but you’re just so pretty.

you were feeling the mild after effects too, your eyelids felt heavy the further you leaned into him. toji’s big open palms cling onto your waist as you finally close the distance, pressing your lips onto his.

from first contact, he tastes sweet.

his lashes flutter close as he lets you control, gently moving your tongue against his. it was cute how awkward he was, toji didn’t know what to do. you heard him groan the moment you playfully suck against his tongue. every few seconds, he’d hear the sounds wet smacking coming from each mouth—how a bit of saliva would start to dribble down the side of his lips.

fuck, he tilts his head back, parting his uneven lips a bit further for you.

toji tastes minty, his hands find themselves roaming lower down your body as you teasingly grind more against him. he grunts, feeling you continuously meet against his bricked up friend.

he was hard—you knew that. it was poking at you underneath your shorts. a smile stretches on your lips as you deepen the hot steamy kiss, hearing the faint sounds of teeth clashing. he’s so hot, literally and physically. toji feels like he was sweating bullets when he really wasn’t.

he’s had countless dreams of this, of you.

the two of you would always get high together and chill, binging countless movies until the two of you knocked out. but now, it was different. you were making out with each other. it took you by surprise that he’s never kissed anyone—you sort of thought otherwise, especially with how he acts around other girls. of course, that’s all you really see. but behind closed doors, perhaps your roommate’s more different than you thought.

the passionate kiss accelerates further the moment you feel toji’s big hands creep near your ass. his fingers tug near the protected fabric of your shorts, desperate for them to come off. your repetitive swaying against his lap was damn near torture. he groans, finally pulling away from your lips to watch those glossy strings depart from each mouth.

“fuck,” he grunts hoarsely, his eyes darting back toward your sheeny lips. he’s already had a taste of you and he wanted more.

toji holds you firmly in place before leaning into the crook of your neck, pressing a soft kiss near your collarbone. “i- i want more,” he grouses, the tint in his shorts only growing larger. you felt it, all of it. with the way your hips playfully rubbed against the loose clothing — you were only fueling the fire. toji’s voice got a bit lower with its pitch and it was attractive with how needy was.

like he was desperately craving for this moment to happen.

he really was though.

you could see the look in his eyes - he’s hungry.

call it a little crush or whatever but he’s had his eyes on you for a while. toji was horrible whenever it came to feelings, terrible.

he didn’t think much of it, the two of you were just roommates who’d occasionally get blitzed together every blue moon. unless it was something else.

“it’s okay,” your breath hitch as you feel his soft lips assault near your neck.

he was gentle, coating invisible markings that stick against your skin like glue. your head slowly leans back as he starts to softly suck against your skin, keen edges of teeth tenderly tickling against your exposed flesh.

you were so sweet, it just wasn’t fair.

toji’s hands remain attached to your hips before he makes you lie back. you land backward with a little cute oof, glancing up at him as your back lightly hits against the cushioned furniture. “someone’s getting eager.”

“s- shut up,” he kisses his teeth, taking a good view at your body. so pretty, two words that he’s gonna forever keep repeating to describe you. toji couldn’t believe its taken him this long to get to this point.

truth be told, he was pretty shy. but now that you’re all sprawled and laid back, something ignited in him. he slowly spreads your legs with one hand, using a thumb to tug against the flimsy string of your shorts. you watch him intently, growing quiet — the room only fills up with noises of his soft feral pants. he peeps the little anklet that wraps around your ankle before he starts to pull off your shorts. “m- may i?”

“go ‘head.” you murmur, smiling at how he stops untying your shorts just to hear your permission.

your sweet words telling him to go forward, it’s all he needed to continue. callused fingertips pull down your shorts all the way until he’s met with your laced panties. god, he’s feeling a lump get caught in his throat. the way your panties stick against your thighs, how gorgeous the lace looked decorating against your skin, he couldn’t stop staring. .

toji inches his head down, going between your thighs. his hair - it was unkempt, he outgrew his hair within these past few weeks. it was cute, a few black strands of his reach near his shoulders.

he was really slow,

he’s pacing himself because he wants to savor this moment and your beauty. but to be honest, he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. toji brings a awkward kiss toward the center part of your panties, watching you shudder. “mhm,” a low gruff comes out of him before he looks up at you. “was that good?”

“y- yeah, toji,” you swallow thickly, a hand of your own finding its way into his tangled sable tresses. he looks at you, finding your combing fingers digging through his scalp somewhat relaxing. he’s ogling at you like he’s waiting for you to say something else and you giggle. “right, you probably haven’t eaten a girl out either.”

“shut up,” he grimaces, bathing in his own cringe.

it’s almost adorable. it was adorable. he leans into your touch, staring at your slick dribbling pussy. he’s so close, you could almost peep his mouth watering. “just . . tell me what else ‘ta do, please.”

your face softens at his desperation. toji’s bottom lip pokes out a bit and you inhale, ruffling his hair a bit.

“okay, just start slow. ‘s no rush. start near my thighs ‘n give it a few kisses” and right at your words, he begins to give your thighs sweet individual kisses. he’s fast, you almost let off a moan before sitting up. “good, good, like that,” and his eyelashes close, making sure to give everywhere—even the secret secluded crevices of your thighs all types of attention. your skin was lukewarm, and each time it goes against his skin he only wants more. he hears your body fall back, the sofa screeching a wail from the sudden weight. “n- now um, kiss around here.”

toji pauses, watching as you spread yourself open for him with two fingers. with enticed driven eyes, he watches as you play with yourself to show him what to do next. your finger points near a soft pulsing area—your vulva, you wanted him to kiss right there. it’s shiny, drooling down with your own slick and he only imagined what it tasted like.

what you tasted like.

he doesn’t say anything—instead, he lets his mouth do the talking.

toji’s watched more than enough vulgar videos on pussy eating to know which exact methods to do.

but still, this was real life and nothing was exaggerated. your sweet whimpers and moans were very much real. he starts by kissing around and near your vulva - slow sloppy kisses that make your thighs twitch and your toes curl. he then begins to stimulate your clit with his tongue, swirling it around gently and you moan.

“fuuuck. . jus like that toji,” you breathe, digging your teeth into your lip.

he was already a quick learner, despite having no experience with practically anything.

with one trembling finger, you lift up his chin and he leans into your touch once more. “eyes up here baby,”

‘. . baby,’

his dick immediately twitches from that simple pet name. viridescent eyes of pure emerald stare into yours before you push him just a bit closer into your soddened cunt. “flatten out your tongue a bit. ‘s okay to spit on it a little.”

his ears perk up a bit at your words. “spit on it?”

“yeah,” you run a few more fingers in his hair, delving them into his soft scalp. “make it wet.”

“fine,” toji mumbles, and as his tongue’s moving upwards against your slobbering entrance. he gathers a decent wad of saliva before he spits right on your pussy. a slick ‘ptui’ sound slithers from his lips once he does so—you’re already wet but doing so, it gets you even wetter. a bit of cobwebby lustrous strands cling onto his lips as he watches his mess trickle down onto your folds. he groans, watching the cute pulse happen right between your legs.

so sloppy,

he adores the sloshing squelches your pussy makes at the simple gesture. toji’s never tasted anything so sweet before. “ugh, good. like that,” you moan. as you’re praising him, you then start to feel the quiver in your legs quicken. toji stretches his long tongue even further inside of you—pointing his tongue in a certain direction as his head leisurely sways itself side to side. as you’re telling him exactly how to eat you out, he starts to suck. you whine, feeling his pursing lips clamp around your twitching muscle. it’s so good,

his slurps were so nasty and he groans from your noises alone. as he’s eating you out—he can’t help but jerk his hips into the sofa, getting off to your pleasure. panting, you drag his head up by the hair so he could look at you again. “ ‘s okay, toji. y- you can use a finger or two also.”

“ ‘kay,” he grumps, and he feels your eyes boring into him. specially, you were mainly fixating on his hands. his veiny rough looking hands. you found yourself staring at toji’s hands a lot. they were so big, so wide, thick fat fingers. .

maybe you thought about having them wrapped around your neck, shoved down your throat, buried deep inside your-

your short fantasm and lewd thoughts get cut off the second he sinks a single digit inside—his middle finger. you whimper, slumping back against the sofa as his tongue still flicks against your cunt.

“fuuuck,” you chew on your words, your candied whines only grow more elongated as he seeps deeper inside of you. you take his finger in freely, it’s a perfect fit. with a brief ‘pop’ he’s inside and he feels you trying to clamp ‘n squeeze around his finger. toji’s kissing against your cunt again, shaping his crooked lips into ‘o’ before nibbling near your clit. “oh my goddd.” you gasp, feeling the pressure amongst you increase. his tongue was warm—but with the mixture of his finger, you started to feel your thigh haphazardly bounce. he was still lacking in some areas but you didn’t mind teaching him how to improve.

slowly, he brings another finger inside and now your cunt’s trying to squeeze down two of him. your brows curl up in rapture whilst his tongue happily roams all around you. he’s lapping up his saliva, slurping yours, and spitting right back on it all over again.

“so fuckin’ good,” he groans against your damp folds, causing vibrations just from his mouth. hot pants of breath aerate against your skin. you were getting close, your body started to get more and more unsteady. as your back arches, you yank on his hair a bit. “ow,” he looks up at you with a snarl, but he has a sheepish grin. with toji’s thick twin fingers plummeting in and out of you, he bites down near the edge of your pulled to the side panties. “am i doin’ good, princess?”

“y- yeah, ‘m gonna cum,” you whimper in a shaky tone, swiftly dragging his head back and forth.

toji’s plump glossed lips smear all around your cunt and you moan. he’s so messy and his chin being smothered with your slick. it’s running down, and he’s quite literally drowning in pussy.

your pussy.

the points of his ears twitch at your words though once he comes to the sheer realization—you were about to finish. as you’re getting closer, your grip against his hair tightens. “suck harder toji, ‘s okay. use your tongue, baby.”

with open ears and a open mouth, he listens, closing his eyes once more as his swollen lips latch around your entrance. you bite your lip, feeling his scar brush up against your cunt and it tickles.

so soaked, his fingers continue to insert in and out of you and you’re a nothing but a whiny mess.

your moans bounce through the thin walls of the spacey dorm before he kisses your clit. “make a mess on my mouth,” he almost pleads, a slight tremor in his voice. toji’s so into it that he doesn’t he notice he’s still humping the sofa. he’s humping the pillow propped directly underneath him to be exact. sloppy feral thrusts—his boner was almost painful and he needed more. he felt embarrassed, getting off to your pleasure. your sounds only made him grind harder though, and he groans once you’re literally tugging his head back and forth against you. “c’mon, give it pretty.”

his hoarse voice had you drenched even more, you feel the sharp pang of nirvana jolt through every artery and vessel stored inside your legs before it happens. you came, you’re teetering against his face as your hips buck into his mouth. he’s met with a sweet taste in his mouth.

a taste from you.

it lingers on his tongue as he merrily laps it up, drinking you until you’re all clean according to his mouth. your eyes were murky and doe eyed—you were holding in a breath you didn’t even know you were keeping in. as your chest deflates, you let off a loud ear shrilling climax and toji snickers. so cute, you were a mess. he was an ever bigger mess since his jaw was rightfully locked and sore, precious slick smoothly cascading down his smooth chin like it was a stream.

“fuck,” you huff out, wisping a few crumped fingers through his hair. your hold on his thin strands lessen as you lean back completely dumbfounded.

“did i do good?” toji utters in a raspy tone, lapping a few remnants of your honeyed juices near your outer folds. he slides his fingers out of you only to lick them clean, right before your very eyes.

panting, you nod. “yeah, y- yeah, you did good,” and you watch as shifts, closing the gap between you both. toji sits up from between your legs, and he starts the kiss this time.

your hooded eyes collapse for a moment, closing before you return the sloppy kiss. you moan, relishing at the obscene taste of yourself that now lives on his tongue. it’s sweet, your tongue curls its way around his before he sneaks a hand down between your thighs. you whimper in his mouth, feeling his broad hand give your cunt a big squeeze. you twitched right in his palm and he groans. your noises only made him want you ten times more.

with loud smacks of lips smacking against each other, you make your way on top of toji again. he’s looking at you—panting just like you were. his arched brows compress together as he grabs your hips in place. “you’re so hot,” he exhales, immediately regretting saying that out loud. he sees the slight bashful expression form on your face before you pull on his grey shorts. “y- y’er gonna ride me?”

“yeah,” you mutter, playing with the hem of his boxers. your thumb glissades against it, so soft. it sticks out above his shorts that were merely halfway on. “can i?”

toji nods. “uh huh,” and the fucking boner he had.

you felt it earlier but you knew he was suffering. each second you spent on his lap, the worse it became. it was up until you successfully removed his shorts and you started to grind your hips against his hardened bulge. “s- shit,” he curses, his head immediately throwing itself back. you’re playing with him—swaying up and down his procreated shaft. toji clenched his jaw, a hand of his squeezing the right cheek of your ass. “fuck, ‘s not fair. y’ said you were gonna ride me.”

“i am riding you, toji,” you hum, still a bit shaken up from your most recent orgasmic release. toji narrows his eyes at you and you toss your arms over his shoulders. “see?”

“tch. y’er bein’ unfair, princess.” he scowls at you.

toji’s got your hips in his hands as he’s lazily sat back. his hair was even more ruffled and messed up from your hands yanking and pulling on it. a few black strands run down his almond shaped eyes, shielding his vision a bit. as you proceed to move and jitter your hips around him, you then feel a sudden damp spot.

toji freezes - you freeze.

right near the poking center part of his boxers, it’s a spot where his boner lies that’s dampening up the piece of clothing rather quickly.

with furrowed brow, you glance down—pausing your jerking movements before eyeing toji. “toji. did you just . . . cum?”

suddenly, he grows mute, fuck.

he did—you figured he was sensitive but you didn’t think it was this much. his lips twitch and he’s trying to suppress a moan, it’s adorable. toji wasn’t so used to such contact, he thought he’d last a maybe one round or two, but he wasn’t even inside yet.

his jaw tightens and you spot his veins pulsing out through his skin. you stare at the now grey wet patch that sticks onto his half on boxers.

“oh, toji,” you softly smile, feeling him abruptly bury his face into your neck. he’s still groaning. you hold him, feeling him shiver a bit at your touch—you weren’t used to seeing this side to him, ever. “it’s okay,” you coo, and he’s practically whimpering into your neck. his gruff voice made you pulse and it only got louder. “it happens,” and you feel the stickiness start to bedaub against your fully exposed clit. with a timid expression, you tug in the hem of his boxers. “do you still wanna-”

“please,” he finally speaks again, his voice cracking.

toji’s eyes meets yours again and he’s just longing to feel you from the inside. despite his pussy drunken state, he was so desperate. your teasing only made him ten times more feral. cringing at his own self, his eye twitches. clearing his throat, he helps you pull down his boxers. “eh, i mean yeah. ride me.”

you block your tongue down your throat to refrain from giggling before his cock finally springs out.

it’s thick with a bunch of girth to support it. you can’t help but openly gawk a bit. you figured he’d be a packer but damn. you could literally equate his shaft to the size of a beer can. multiple veins ran down the sides and his base was even fatter than his actual size entirely—not to mention, it’s so pretty.

toji’s angry mushroom tip was glistening with sweltering fresh cum. he’s made quite the mess from that you could see already. he’s got a pink tip with an even more pink cockhead.

his heavy base, it’s swollen and had a tannish pigment color his entire dick. you lick your lips, preparing to align yourself and he grunts.

“s- slow baby,” he murmurs, gently burying his fingertips into both sides of your hips. you give him a nod, leaning up close to his face. you could hear the crack in his voice again before a husky groan rip out his throat. you’re so close to his face that you can’t help but pepper a few kisses near his crooked uneven lips. “fuck, fuck me.

as you’re lowering yourself down on his cock, you let off a moan - and so does he.

toji’s eyelids grow more heavy as he feels himself disappearing into your welcoming sloppy cunt. as toji’s barreling his fat dick inside, he squeezes your ass, feeling your walls swallow and suck him in entirely.

you were so soaked—so soaked, clamping down on him effortlessly and you were barely even moving. toji groans, finding his teeth tucking their ways into the left part of your neck as he holds you close.

“my god,” he hisses, continuing to bury his weighty cock into your slippery cunt.

you were so loud, especially right between your legs. every few seconds you’d be filling the room with wet squelches, pops and pops of pleasurable whines coming straight from your sweet cunt. it’s a feeling he’s never felt.

this felt a lot better than pathetically stroking himself off with the help of some off brand lotion as a substitute. he cringes at the thought because he was finally feeling the real thing. “fuck, ‘s fuckin’ warm, princess. you feel so good inside.”

“yeah?” you pant, and you’re almost all the way in before you grind your hips just a bit forward.

toji’s so thickly built that it takes your body a few seconds to acclimatize. you could feel the bulky tip of his cock extend straight through your spongey walls and it felt so good.

too good.

you could almost drool, that’s how good it felt—

he had staggering jaw-dropping inches that easily stretched you out like your cunt was simply elastic. it had you yearning for more. you lick near his chin where a few dripping droplets of slick run down before you kiss the curvature of his perfectly chiseled jaw. “ ‘m gonna start movin’ okay, toji?”

“okay.” he intakes a single breath, tracing the heart shaped parts of your ass with his fingers.

raspy pants bellow out from his vocal cords in such a rough raw way before he hears the squish.

your ass plops down on his lap and your hips start to create haste. toji grinds his teeth together the minute you start to rut further into him—his head slowly falling back. his eyes were barely open and yet he’s still finding the strength to look at you, look at your pretty face as you’re fucking him stupid.

his mouth slowly opens but no words come out. instead, sweet moans of your name leave his lips and it makes your ears twitch.

toji’s fully in and you feel every inch of him.

you’re bouncing on his dick until your ass was hitting near the hilt, the swollen base of his shaft felt so full and he’s chewing back sharp breaths that try to leave his packed full lungs. his high shortly leaves him with a slight pussy drunken grin and it’s so attractive—

the way his crimson glossed lips appeared all lopsided and droopy, twisting nto a sheepish smile. you spot two visible dimples on both sides of cheeks poking out from his lazy feral half-grin. you even found it hot how every so often he’d flick his tongue near the scar that slopes down the right side of his mouth.

“fuck me,” he repeats, using both hands to make you bounce harder.

skin against skin, both bodies press and squish against each other, and rocking in rhythm and lustful harmony. both of you felt so hot.

scorchingly hot, his heat radiates off of you and you lean into his warm.

it was so hot that you felt like you were gonna melt right on his lap—being turned into nothing but a puddled mess.

you whine, feeling his reddened tip start to thrash against your most sweetest spots.

thwack after abrupt thwack, it was tender at first but now it started to become more sloppy, more sloppy and rude. his mushroom tip swirls around your gripping, coating your insides while leaving blissful french kisses so good that your toes curl up again. “f- fuck, ‘s good, makin’ me feel—”

and his words get interrupted once you stop his sentence for another kiss. “mmph,” he jolts back, speedily returning the sultry embrace.

he could never get enough of your taste, that was for certain. your honed hips continue to buck forward into him as he’s fighting dominance for your tongue—you reel into him continuously as your thighs start to feel a twinge of convulsions.

toji’s balmy breath collides against yours as you slowly pry open your mouth, swapping strings of saliva and lapping up the few remnants of spit that dribble down past the cracks of his lips. “ngh, baby,” he whines between kisses, and his voice softens a bit. it’s not its usual cocky tone. it’s more affectionate,

more tender.

toji can’t keep his hands off of you. as he’s breathlessly speaking between kisses—a whisper of murmurs, he starts to spank your ass. smack after smack, you moan once his palm swats against you, encouraging your hips to go faster.

he quickly gets addicted to the reacting recoil. it was just the way your facial expressions twist from each smack and your little gasps at the brief stings that live near the centers of your rear.

“harder toji,” you whimper, digging your knees more into his thighs. with how fast you were bouncing on his cock, you were already in a trance. a trance you never wanted to get out of.

“tch,” he scoffs, giving your ass another spank. then one turns into two, then three.

he likes the way the fat of your ass collides against his palm. it’s enticing—he stares at you before biting near your chin. it’s more of a playful nibble. dark pools of eyes meet yours and you spot them through your peripherals. you moan at his touch before he feels you push him further back against the sofa. toji looks at you, falling back before you take the wheel. “fuck, gonna make me cum?”

and you don’t give him a reply. he prefers it that way. your hips end up speaking for you and as you rock against him quicker, the sofa cries out a plethora of squeals at the pressures of weight pounding onto it. “yeah you fuckin’ are,” he groans, pulling at the right cheek of your ass.

toji’s still very sensitive from before, but with the way you’re moving and how good your ass throws itself around him, he knew he was about to get ten times more sensitive. he just knew you were gonna milk him, ring him draw. fuck, the thought of being drained by your sweet cunt left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. not only that, but toji felt himself salivating the more he imagined himself finishing because of you.

he lowly grunts, munching down on his lip as the core muscles in his washboard abs tighten and flex underneath his tank top. your cunt constricts around his shaft every single time—ravaging your swollen needy walls became something he never wanted to stop doing.

you were so warm, his cock reached very specific areas that made you whimper out his name over and over on repeat as if it was some sort of exaggerated mantra.

“tojiiiii,” you whine, feelings of lust foiling at your brain. with the constant tingling sensations of his dick stretching through you—you gasp everytime, hearing the lewd shakiness linger underneath your voice. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

“c- cum with me, pretty girl,” he pants, clammy hands of his pawing at your waist.

your body and the way it moved against him in such maddened rhythm had him entirely dumbfounded. his brows arch as he leans back, adam’s apple still bobbing all in his throat. toji’s cock continues to jut his dick way into your drooling pussy before you let off a looooong three second mewl full of concluding elation.

it lasts a long time, the feeling you felt as you’re losing yourself on your roommate’s lap—yet this time, your eyes widen once your thighs clench together before collapsing.

you’re dexterously sucking him in well before your climax comes again—but as you’re trying to focus on your breathing, you feel yourself spraying all over his weighty cock. sappy sweet juices pour down his base as your mouth cutely forms into a circular shape of surprise.

“ffuckk,” you curse, your voice pitching as you pulse all around him. your chaste clit swerves against him as you’re finally coming undone. it’s so much, you left a pool of a mess right on his lap and he was just luxuriating in your sweet filth.

but before toji cums, his bottom lip quivers—beads of perspiration sliding down the sides of his face. “can i- can i finish inside?”

with a numb cock-drunken expression, you give him a nod. “y- yeah, go ahead,” and you look into his eyes, whispering into his ear. “c’mon toji, ‘s okay. give it to me. you can make a mess in me too.”

toji hoarsely groans at your words, holding onto you tight. “fuck, keep talkin’ to me,” he makes you bounce harder on his cock, his muscles clenching at such sensations. “think ‘m gonna cum jus from your words, princess.”

“good boy. f- fuck, toji cum in me,” you teasingly lick near his earlobe.

he grunts at your playfulness—his cock reaching its very limit. he’s so full, his jaw feels heavy before you kiss his cheek. “wan’ you to cum in me. don’t miss, baby. that’s it, h- hold my hips like that, mhm.”

toji holds back a whine as you’re preparing to milk him for all he’s got—he hiccups briefly before it spurts out all at once. it’s much more intense from before. as if on que, toji finished a few seconds later. but once he finishes again, this time it’s not as quick as last time.

he shoots into you raw and it’s literally as if his life changed right before his eyes.

toji’s feeling your hips momentarily swerve and stutter in swift arcs before he’s dumping such a sloppy goopy load into your pussy. slimy stringy ropes trickle into you all at once, shooting right into your empty womb. it’s so much of a load that some of it spills past your saturated folds and down his base.

“s- shit,” he looks down, glancing down at his bushy happy trail through his low hazed peripherals. you’re running a finger down the thin stretchy fabric of his tank top as you ride him, toying at his curly minuscule hairs with your fingertips.

toji came a lot. saying he came a lot was a understatement, he came a ton. such ropes oozed out of you and it was such a pretty sight. for sure—it a lot more than last time, it spills so much that it creates a creamy milky ring around his base. with the both of you now cumming in torrent, you can feel him shaking violently underneath you. the warmth of your walls was something he never knew he needed more.

toji’s mouth grows dry as he reclines back against the sofa. the movie was well over, black credits of dozens of random names blurred on the screen and all.

you both grow quiet. your head presses against his chest— feeling a few strands of chest hair tickle against your cheek. his heart was racing, and it was all because of you.

you didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to move, because then his cum would leak out of you. toji liked the feeling of having you plugged full, your thighs—specially near the crevices and insides were all sticky and wholly coated with his velvety hot spurts of cum.

“f- fuck,” you murmur in an almost whisper, feeling one of his hands slide back toward your ass. toji’s matching your irregular heaving pants before he feels you trying to get up. “toji, let’s—”

“stay,” he cuts you off, and he’s got the most neediest expression. his voice was whiny, he swallows—more breathy pants leaving from him before he buries his face in your chest. verdant droopy eyes give you a long stare before he hugs you, strong broad arms wrapping around you. “i- i want more,” he shivers in your embrace.

you sit up and you thought he was leaning in for a kiss—but instead, he licks your bottom lip. “i don’t wanna jus get high with you anymore, i just want you. i fuckin’ need you, girl,” and you can almost see hearts in his eyes. yeah, he was whipped.

toji cups your face, his voice shaky and he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of your palm.

“please. one more round, baby. i love-” and he cuts himself off, his eyes widening before he backtracks, his pout growing. “i need you.”

[angietherula]

genya being so needy because he doesnt know how to he around girls and definitely doesnt know how to say he needs sex, so he just gets red in the face and bumps his groin against your ass.

“whats the matter?” you ask, his face not being his usual and it caused you to worry. hes went through enough, so it causes concerns.

“i need to fuck you..” he whispers, his legs pressed together to try and hide his erection.

“huh?” you ask again, not hearing him correctly the first time. he couldnt be horny, could he?

“i need to fuck you or ill die!” he says a little louder, hands finally grabbing all over your body and hes a slobbering mess when it comes to kisses or sucking on skin.

whatever riles him up, you dont know.

but hes still drooling freely on your skin, your sheets already soaked from him open mouth kissing your clit. oh, he was in deep shit, he had to have been pent up.