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emo boyfriend’s. sasuke + eren.

cw: fem!reader, two obsessive boyfriends, polyamory, jealousy, threesome, public play, oral ꒰ f & mxm ꒱, power dynamic … mostly eren, domesticity, spoiled reader in terms of getting plowed lmao, use of a collar & leash, body worship, use’s reader like a toy, sort of bimbo reader?, dubcon!, overstim, clit spanks, degradation, pet names, slight humiliation?, breeding, this is kind of self indulgent, black coded.

mocha’s note .ᐟ thought i’d put my two husbands in a scenario. the og and the current lover. two emo fuckers.

   eren and sasuke were a hell of a psychotic duo. to this day, eren will never understand what you saw in sasuke. and sasuke to him. unfortunately, they had to tolerate one another for the sake of your love. you loved them. you remembered the stunned expressions on their faces the day you told them. sitting on your knees on your bedroom floor, both men seated on your loveseat and looking down at you as you massage both of their thick, inner thighs. a cute pout on your face and a soft tone in your precious voice. batting your lashes and innocently babbling about how you couldn’t live without them. how one just wasn’t enough for little ole you. that if you were going to be around each other all the time, you needed to be together. as a whole.

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sukuna loved to say “whatcha runnin from” whenever he knew you couldn’t handle it. your face smashed in the pillow while he fucked into you roughly. not a gentle bone in his hips as his balls smacked again your pussy, making your legs shake a little bit more. sex with sukuna was like a rollercoaster. it felt so good, the rush of everything- but in the end you would still scream, saying it’s enough knowing you wanted to ride it one more time. “tell me you love me precious” his rough hands rubbed your back deeping your arch. “l-love y-ya”

your brain was mushy just like your pussy. your nails clawing at his dark satin sheets trying to take some out, but it never helped; in fact it only made him go harder. angling his foot up to push his thickness down your hole more and more. every vein bumping against your gushy walls. cream seeping from where you both connected. “you love who?” this was all a game to sukuna, he loved getting on your nerves. “youuuuuhh fuck!” you ass cheeks clenched together, big silky white globs of cream making a messy on the pretty cock and sheets. grunting, sukunas balls scrunched, his dick jerked, and the smirk on his face only grew.

“don’t know a you baby” his pumps grew weaker but faster. him desperately trying to chase the high. your pussy opened and closed around him. your hiccuped moans making the moment so much pleasurable. and as you screamed his name, his cock filled your pretty pussy with all it had to give.

“i love sukunaa!”

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"matter fact i want your friend im allowed to switch."

when it came to sex, satoru was really good at it; he was slow when you wanted it and rough as well. he always listened to you and knew how to move his hips to hit that spot you liked, but...

his pussy-eating skills were not good.

satoru tries; he really does, but it doesn't hit the same way, not like suguru does it.

suguru does it so well you can't even think afterwards; it leaves you speechless and wanting more.

the way suguru can eat you up like no other is what keeps taking you back to him.

he takes his time, but he’s desperate with it; he moans into it and makes eye contact that feels way too intimate. that’s what you like.

he knows you from front to back and how to keep you finishing all over his tongue to the point it was slipping out his mouth and rolling down his chin.

the sheets were wet, your heart beating so fast that’s the only thing you hear, but you still want orgasms on top of orgasms when it comes to him.

satoru can hit all your spots with his dick; you’ll take that, you love it, but sometimes you just need suguru to do the job with his tongue, and he does without fail.

when you wanted someone to hit spots inside of you, no one could, and for you to be clutching the sheets, balking your fists, satoru was who you were going to.

if you wanted someone to overstimulate you with their tongue and have you gushing with the sheets damp and wet beneath you, suguru was your guy.

it all came down to preference and what you were feeling, and most days it was suguru because he paid attention; he knew secret spots that you didn’t even know or could get to.

pussy eating was his specialty, and you couldn’t ask for easier access. it was a lucky strike. he was your man’s best friend, and he was down with whatever, so when it came time for you to want actual good head, he was right down the street.

satoru was unfortunately a lost cause, and that was okay—just another great excuse to go see suguru.

"oooo, look who came to see me again. should I lay down a towel?"

suguru was always excited to see you; you always made it worth his while. when going down on you, he could eat you for hours. there was something about the way you tasted that made him want more.

he would even purposefully give satoru bad tips on eating you out because he wants your taste all to himself. it was shitty, yeah, but suguru never proclaimed to be a good or the better person.

it was comfortable in between your thighs, and all he wanted was you and that sweet taste that slipped in his mouth and down his throat any chance he got.

there was something about the way you gripped and pulled his hair from the ends, balling it in your fists, and squirmed around when you got overstimulated; it only made him want you more, like a bad habit he couldn't put down.

talking to you while his nose was pressed against your clit and his tongue moved around and then back to it again, all in a good rotation and rhythm.

"there you go, let it out." while slipping two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out to make you go even more crazy, your toes curling and your back arching while crying for him while you finished.

suguru didn't stop either; he did it again and again until your eyes were glazed over and tired.

no one could compare; you knew that, and he knew that.

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i hate giving handjobs.. you can literally do this yourself do you want me to brush your teeth for you too? cut up your food for you? is that what you want? good boy.. wait what were we talking about

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FIT CHECK?!

Synopsis. Don’t think you can fit all of him? Funny.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, making him fit, size kínk, length + girth analysis, tummy buIges, marathons, unprotected, cúmplay, matíng presses, GOJO’S POWERS, true form Sukuna, dp, they’re BIG, first times (Choso, Ino), PÚSSYDRÚNK men, p talking, headIocks, creampíes, slight exhìbitionìsm (Nanami), pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Anatomy? Don’t know her…

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8.96 inches x 5.40 inches

“T-Toji how many more mmm- inches left?”

“Two.”

“Oh-”

“Multiply that by three…h-heh.”

And the lips of your slit are all but bawling as Toji clings a palm onto your hips and tugs you down. No hesitation. No apology for the way he’s not even halfway stuffed, yet already stirring your poor insides completely. 

“If ya can’t handle a big stretch then- hah- don’t talk outta her.” One of his roughened thumbs draws a horizontal line across your puffy core, stretchin’ your folds apart just enough to watch the way his wide, massive length was being devoured by you, sluggishly. 

Half-rutting more n’ more while you shrilled out in needy whines, dazedly wondering whether he even can fit-

“Duh, silly girl.” Oh- did you just say that out loud? With a gruff pant, Toji’s slouching down enough that your hamstrings are screaming. Muttering hoarsely, “M’not Toji Fushiguro if I don’t make it fit, doll.”

He was serious. 

Dead serious.

The only goal his overheated mind had been pondering repeatedly ever since you’d insisted that you could take all of his near-nine tonight. 

Big. Staggering. 

Nestled by breeder balls, his length curved deliciously right, covered in swollen veins and gifted with a plump mushroom tip so fat. Because Toji wasn’t just as red as a strawberry at his crown - he was just as swollen, too- turning into a pretty tannish gradient where his base was kissing your outer pussy. 

And taking his five-inch width was already challenging, but now all he wanted to do was fold you with his beefy arms into the meanest mating press and bump his blushing cockhead against your entrance again and again and again until-

Fuck, it was such a tight fit. 

A stiff set of fingers tilts your chin, snapping you out of your cockdrunk state. “C’mon, girl- no time to tap out. Spread those legs wiiide open n’ take it for me.” 

“L-like this?” You’re whimpering, the sweat coating your fingerpads making them slip and slide underneath the flesh of your thighs. You could be holding yourself as far open as possible and it still wouldn’t be enough for Toji.

“Hmmm, almost.” He’s tittering, dark bangs tickling your forehead when your boyfriend leans dangerously in. He was so big - so muscular. 

So strong that it only takes a single split-second for him to manhandle your trembly legs up n’ over his shoulder, interlocking your ankles behind his damp neck with a singular hand. At his mercy. 

And then Toji’s pushing and pushing with his inhuman reflexes until your ass is damn near hovering off of the silky sheets, cock furiously hot and tugging on the softness of your hole with each pounding throb. 

Hissing, “Aaaatta girl. Now, ya can fit it.”

Slipping one of his particularly proud veins past your inner ring of muscle and slithering it along your ridged sweet spots. “Now you can.” There’s an airy tone to Toji’s voice- almost…gone. Almost higher pitched and cracking as he starts up a vulgar tempo that makes your bedsprings ricket, “Now. Now.”

Toji’s just so damn lengthy that you swear you can almost feel him in your lungs. The globed curve of his tip swabbing past your pussylips and pressin’ deep into every nook and cranny-

“Oh p-please!” Your voice warbles, hips restlessly bucking off of the mattress. Grabbing onto the firm curves of his pecs, making you feel every rippling flex. “So big- so big so big s-so-”

And Toji tuts - tuts, half-lidded jade eyes rolling as he digs his capped knee into the side of your waist to hold you still. Leaning his weight down until you feel the bulge of his v-line scrape your pelvis, “S’all you hafta say?” He tilts his head, a slick line of drool beginning to trickle from the edge of his scarred lips, “M’only…”

Then he’s rovering his rude right hand - callused, somewhat trembling at the heat of your dripping pussy - over your tummy and pressing down, down, down. 

Till the crowned edge of his thumb tap-tap-taps over where you could feel the outline of his spherical mushroom tip lining your walls, about halfway down your front. “-here.”

“S-still?” Breathless, the only thing your mind knows to do now is lurch off of your cushy pillows, slobbering down your chin in a thin glaze at how much he was giving another thrust and splitting you apart. 

“Keh- whaddaya mean ‘still’?” With yet another roll of his eyes, Toji’s rudely slapping your teary cunt with the velvety underside of his shaft, rubbing his dark happy trail all raw on the top of your neglected clit just to hear you whine. “Open those haaaah- pretty fucking legs, lemme fit- just f-four more inches.”

And if you were in any better state of mind you’d be marvelling about the way simply squeezing your gooey wet walls made the infamous, big bad Toji Fushiguro crack. Stutter. 

Gasping, “Take it- come back.” The vice-like hand still restraining your legs drags you down where the recoil of his hips was starting to push against you. Skin reddening near his tufts of unruly black, he titters. “Come back and take it- come back n’ lemme fill you all up- just a few more.”

“A few?” Mewling, his rugged palm racks up the pressure to feel him thick, pummeling cock sliiiide slimily all the way in. “Please-”

“Three- three inches more.” You shiver once the textured ends of his tongue flop outwards and lick up your salty tears, humming like they were the sweetest candy on his tastebuds. “Say it w’me now. Threeee more.”

“Th-three-” Sluuurp goes the way his fat fucking shaft nestles in, wide enough that it rubs against your tiniest fragile orifices. 

“Louder.”

“Three.”

Grunting, Toji’s hiking up his own meaty thighs so that he can arch his sculptured spine further. “Two now.” Words slightly tinging on pussydrunken laughter like he was in disbelief. Sure, you’ve taken him before but never this deep. And the stretch made you so wet that your ass cheeks were sticking to the skin of his v-line like adhesive- “Two- two more n’ we already hafta fuuuuck- change the sheets.”

The knobbled thumb of his right hand reaches down until he’s pryin’ apart your swollen folds with a resounding squelch! Almost knuckle-deep- bucking- just to fit inside. 

“Fuck- two- two!”

Toji blinks like his hazed brain cells had nearly forgotten your conversation just before, nearly as stupefied as you - your eyes whirling cartoonishly, mouth sticky with spit. You feel the friction of his coral pink divot just graze your cervix and it’s incredible.

“One.”

“One- o-one!” 

Then there’s the loudest, rawest, most sinful plop! as Toji finally - finally - bottoms out. Stuffed snugly and sensually from the fringe of his pre-glazed tip to the circumference of his hilt. 

You’re watching through partially-opened eyes in awe, wondering just how he managed to fit inside. Toji was just so damn big that every pulse of his winding veins was making your cunt quiver, girthy enough that your pussylips were stretched out until they were bulging. 

“Heh- keep your eyes open, doll.” He’s gruffing out from above, finally catching his breath. Pushing down on that cute tummy bulge to remind you that he might’ve talked you through it - but this was still Toji. “The fun’s just getting started.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 10.45 inches x 4.82 inches

Nanami Kento wasn’t just big - he was big. 

The tallest tan length patterned with slight veins, and a wide girth that made your eyes roll back stupidly. He was all topped with a neat mushroom tip that spanks down on your slivery slit and makes you drool. 

Cocktip blushing a shy, pale pink as he streams out a helping of cute pre, grunting from the depths of his hoarse chest. “Shhh, my love. S’only the tip.”

“B-but you’re still so big, Kento.” You’re whining, fingers trembling where you were digging them helplessly onto the sides of his broad shoulders. And you couldn’t even make as much whiny noise as you wanted to because-

“Mr. Nanami, are the documents for the upcoming proposal okay? ”

Speaking into an ongoing early morning meeting on his phone, “I’ve approved them.” You can’t help the way the firm authority in Nanami’s deep bass makes your cunt grow wetter, biting back a moan as you straddle him in his home office chair. “Tell- hah! tell the team all’s well.”

“Thank you- and pardon me, but you sound a little…”

Instantly, Nanami latches a hand to grope your ass cheeks like he didn’t know whether he wants to pull you away or finally put himself out of this damn agony and bottom out. 

Coughing softly, “I-I’m quite alright.”

He was anything but. 

Your husband’s demeanor was caring - hastily muting himself on the call - but his cock was so mean. And that smug lil’ clench of your sopping walls gets you immediately punished with a rapid thrust. 

“Fuh-fuuuuck! Ken—-”

“Talking so loud, darling.” Nanami purrs, forehead sticking to yours. And he runs his frigid wedding band across your clit to listen to the sweet way your pussy sings out a sluuuurp, “N’ so is she.”

Impatiently rutting your hips up n’ down, up n’ down, up n’ down until your pussy coats his shaft with goopy slick at the halfway mark. “Because I want…”

“Aww- feeling left out? D’you want me to finger you, hm?” Swirling his doughy fingerpad in circles that make your gummy cunt spark with white-hot bliss. Snagging just to the side of your softened walls so that he can try and make them bruise.

“J-just a bit- but-”

And he’s just so eager that you can feel his throbbing shaft pound against the roof of your heated core, four-inch girth so fat that gravity was making every bounce of yours lazily choke down his size. “Mhmm– anything- ngh. Anything for you, my wife.”

“I want more–” Your glossy lower lip juts out in a pout and you almost miss the way those very words make your gentle giant of a husband flinch. It makes him pant. 

It makes him look up at you with eyes that are crazed- breathing out in such a strained way, “M-more.”

Nanami Kento’s voice cracks. 

And you can only nod, “More. All of it.”

“All…” Maybe a minute passed, maybe an hour, maybe an eon- before Nanami tugs on the silky yellow of his tie and groans at the tightness. “Brace yourself, my love- this is gonna sting a little.”

Before you can even bat your teary lashes, Nanami has one arm tucked underneath your slick-sheened inner thigh, one more centimeter of his solid length shoveled deep. And one finger dancing over that ‘mute’ button on his phone, “So- what was that about meeting plans?”

“Kento, don’t you dare- oh!”

Only to shut you up with a sensual kiss of his weepy orifice down your pussy, he’s vulgarly stretching out your walls until your legs quake. 

Sturdy office chair creaking at the force of his hips, his eyes are narrowed and predatory as he watches the way your tight hole expands all ‘round his glistening cock. Your elastic entrance bumpin’ into each one of his veiny inches.

Hypnotized. Sounding as dazed as ever as he speaks into the other end of the phone, “Huh? Oh, that- just my dear wife bringing me…” Nanami stares you dead into your adorable heart-eyes as he tucks his fat thumb past your pussylips and drenches himself. Just enough to pop! into his stern mouth- “-breakfast.”

“S-so mean.” You’ve never seen your husband talk like this, and you’ve never taken his long, ten-inch cock without hours n’ hours of preparation.

But right now, more than anything, you were…hungry.

And slobber drips down the edge of your chin when you throw your head back and impale yourself deeper on his cock. Shrilly whimpering, “Don’t know if I can-”

“Of course you can.” He interrupts in a booming voice, and for a second you don’t know whether he’s talking to you or his coworker on the phone. Only realizing once, with a hasty apology- “My wife needs ah- help with something.” Nanami’s tugging your bitten lips apart and poking his fingers inside. 

Making you suck. Making you bite.

“A real gentleman- aren’t you, Mr. Nanami?”

“Mhm- gotta help out the hah- lady whenever I can.” He’s cooing at you. Phone now balanced comfily between his shoulder and his ear, Nanami’s tilting his head and boring down at you with such a sleazy, drunken grin. “Fuckin’ loooove helping my wife- oh, excuse my language.” 

Oh god, he was getting so drunk. Tugging on your clit with one hand, and the other was holding you rigidly still so you can’t escape while he was sliiiiiding his cock inside with a sloppy drag. 

Your teary eyes wandering to the back of your head, “W-will it-”

“It will.” Caressing the rovering ends of his two digits until you make the cutest gagging noises, he recites underneath his breath. “It has to.” Muted. Just for you to hear. “Inhale slowly- through your nose. Relax that pretty pussy f’me.” 

“L-like this?”

“Slower.” Hiking a meaty thigh up once you sloppily follow along, “Keep your chest still- relax.” He hisses as the globes of your ass start to kiss his toned lap, damn near eleven plump inches being tunneled into you. “Exhale slowly. Again.” Head snapping between your half-lidded expression and below, “Again. Take it- fuck fuck fuck- take it.”

Curving the slightly left-leaning point of his tip to slither across your walls and skim your g-spot, and you can’t even move- you can’t even thrash around like you wanted to because Nanami’s pinning you down. 

“Yeah- yeah m’here. I’m here and- and sooo fucking hard for you.” He’s swearing underneath his breath once he hits the back of your dewy pussy with a pap! of his large, swollen balls. “And so- fucking- big.” 

When Nanami bottoms out it’s with a precise strike to your spongy cervix, so hard that your very bones seem to rattle upon impact. 

And fuck- was it just as powerful for Nanami who holds his shaken breath and slouches till his glasses almost slide cleanly off, and stares at the bulging folds of your pussy all webbed with his pre, and doesn’t even realize that the phonecall had unmuted-

“Now now…” Higuruma’s raspy voice sounds out on speaker phone. “How about you n’ your lovely wife get this meeting on video call, Nanami? Maybe I can ah- help, too.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 9.18 inches x 4.58 inches

Thwack! The glittery ends of Geto’s long, pale fingers are just drenched in all your sap and slick and he doesn’t think he’s ever smiled harder. 

Tutting, with his head bent just low enough that his inky, curtaining locks trace your arched spine. “Yeahhh- she’s not fucking fittin’ me again- heh.” Snickering once just the slightest gyration of his bulging tip sends a torrent of cum from before dripping out of your pussy, “She agrees with me, too, gorgeous.”

“I feel so full.” You’re whining as your leader simply pulls you back and pliably rests a foot on your head. Geto Suguru already had you for hours, yet he wasn’t letting you go for a looong time.

And he wasn’t going anywhere without his reddened, gleaming tip emptying out yet another wave of milky precum inside of you. Watching as the sleek white coating glosses over your pussylips- his hazy gaze snaps from your cunt. To you. And back- “On second thought…”

“O-ohhh my god- ngh-”

“-why don’tcha take all of me again?”

You can’t help the way that your arms claw on the damp futon and try to drag your trembling body forwards - because Geto was just so big and trying to push himself deeper. 

He was just as pretty as his long, flushed pink cock was. Balls delicate, shaft road and wide- with a singular strawberry pink vein that mazed along so sinfully. 

You’re feeling the tender slit underneath his sparkly tip rub your insides raw. A few more solid inches of him throbbing behind, aching to just push you down and stuff you-

But he was feeling nice today. 

“Ah ah- no running.” You damn near scream once he’s saddling the curves of his toned thighs behind your own, snug n’ warm. It’d almost be gentle if it wasn’t for the way that Geto was pinning you down to keep your restless hips in place, “Look at you drool. You’re already crying f’me from both ends?”

So cute- it was just too cute how you’re slurring from your hole just as much as your ajar maw. 

And with another repeated swat to your teary slope, Geto tucks his bulbous head in place with your g-spot and watches you whine. Grunting, “Heh- wonder how much of a messy girl she’ll ngh- become when I put- my-” Vulgarly thrusting, so messy. “-entire cock in. Wouldn’t that be niiiice, gorgeous?”

He’s asking you questions that right now you were too fucked stupid to answer. Only able to nod and nod into the goopy puddle of spit you were leaking onto your pillow, “Yes- y-yeshh-”

“‘Yesh?’” 

“I-I mean-”

Smoothly drifting a hand between your legs to squeeze your perky clit and make you let off a breathy cry. “Shhh- no need to waste your time hah- talking.” He’s immediately bringing up those very same cum-covered fingers to plop into your mouth, wetly, “Mmmm- tastes good, huh? Now you’re both stuffed.”

The flavor of salted caramel bursts onto your tastebuds and makes your folds quiver, stubbornly milking out even more of his creamy syrup. Clenching. Squeezing. 

“Oh fuh-fuck.”

Your eyes snap open, words all groggy and muffled through his roaming fingerpads inside of your mouth. “Sugu, did you just-”

Pushing his foot deeper- “No- shut up.” Geto didn’t even know why his suave voice was shaking so much, he doesn’t even know why he underestimated just how needy his girl could get. Because when he wanted to fit his entire swollen, pumping cock in- it was a half-joke. Really. “M’okay- t-tooootally okay.”

He didn’t think your thoroughly filled, sploshing pussy would still be craving for his touch oh-so-deep inside. And he’s watching - spellbound, breathless - down at the way your pried-apart pussylips drool once you’re grinding down to devour his 4.5-inch width some more. 

And Geto wasn’t a small guy - he was fucking big. Well over nine inches and pulsing from the sides with his prominent veins that scraped your slick insides just right, “Dity fuckin’ girl. If this tight hole hngh- wants it then just say it.”

“Wan’ it– please mmm m’so close.”

“Mhm- just like that.” Nodding along, and for a second Geto himself doesn’t know whether he’s talking to those pretty wailing whimpers of yours or of your pussy. Biting back wads of greedy saliva at the slurps sounding from below, “Tell me- tell me. S’not like th-this tight fucking cunt is affecting me like that. Not like I’m dying to…thrust.”

Mindless, half-measured bucks that wildly probe into your deepest, most tender spots. He’s even letting his free hand toy with the pearly droplets of syrup seeping out of you just to make space. 

And Geto just keeps babbling on- “Not like I wanna always ngh- bend you over and ruin this pretty pussy.” He feels you getting wetter and in response pokes his muffling fingers into your hot mouth further- almost dragging you backwards after each recoil. “Not like I wanna fuck this hole until she’s all bruised f’me- fuck! She’s actually taking me.” Eyes wild, hips wilder. “She’s actually fitting me.”

“P-please! You’re in shoooo deep, Suguru- I’m gonna-” At this point you think you could feel him pushing his previous scorching, gluey webs of cum straight up to your throat. 

And you could feel yourself cum.

White-hot, toes curling, eyes darting all the way to the back of your head until Geto could only hiss at the snug embrace of your pussy keeping him hostage. Fighting against the slight resistance-

“Not deep enough.”

Just in time, he snaps his feet off of your clammy scalp - for just a split-second, letting all the pounding blood rise to your head - before gathering you up in a raw, lecherous headlock. Tightening your throat with his beefy arm, you drool all over his forearm at the feeling of those natural muscles. 

“Not like I always want you to fit- hah- aaall of it, gorgeous.” With a hot pant all feverish against your ear, and the sound of Geto’s baritone cracking, he’s snapping his hips so hard that he bottoms out.

You cry out at the tingles of your orgasm still coursing through your veins, completely at his mercy. “B-but you already ngh- did.”

“Oh…” Taking one look down at the way the globes of your ass were all nestled up to his raven happy trail, Geto gasps. Feverish. “Maybe I do.”

You were full. 

So full that your soft, battered walls barely even had the space to clamp down once Geto swiftly turns the two of you over onto your backs in one, fluid motion. Easily dragging your boneless limbs into a full nelson-

“I-it’s actually in.” He stutters - stutters. Amethyst eyes widening, mouth sagging into a pretty oh! “All the way in- she actually fucking fit all of it, gorgeous.”

Thighs still twitching from your high, you slur, “N-ngh dunno if I’d be able to fit any more—”

“Awww.” Swiping away that bubble of spittle formulating at the edge of your lips, Geto thrusts his hips up so hard that your vision cracks with stars. Low, smooth in your ear- “But maybe you’ll fit my tentacle curse, gorgeous—”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 8.30 inches x 3.99 inches

“O-oh!” You’re squeaking out in a way you’d certainly be embarrassed about if it was any moment but now. Head snapping down to where you were straddling Choso’s slim hips, “You just got even bigger, Cho—”

Fuck- fuck, why did you have to say it like that?

Because of course, that was going to make Choso Kamo’s ancient cursed powers go out of control all over again. Of course, every ounce of blood in his body was going to rush to his long, blushing cock - now more than rock-hard.

And Choso was already massively big. 

Well over eight inches and throbbing furiously, his mushroomy tip always blushed the prettiest cherry-red. A few aching curves of his veins pressing down your puffy outer pussy, and his width was just perfect - not too wide, not too thin. Slipping n’ sliding inside, letting the geysering hole on top of his shaft dollop your cunt with creamy pre. 

But his first time with you raw? Actually feeling the gushing waves of your slick splashin’ down his veiny cock had him rabid. Gasping, “Am I really that…big, baby?”

“Hmm—” Quite frankly you weren’t sure, and you were too damn stupid on the stretch of his prolonged cock to even think. Leaning down teasingly, “It’s very big, Choso.”

“B-but not too big, right?”

Cute bubblegum lips wobbling, Choso wraps his toned arms around your hips and gets you to grind out a pummeling bounce. Letting the globular curve of it whack against your dewy wet walls and watching as you drool, “You can fit it, right? Right?”

Your cunt lets off a resounding squeeelch as you start giving in to his tempo and gyrating your own. And Choso’s staggering length meant that he was gluing his scorching hot crown to your deepest insides without even trying. 

You’re pretending to think, “Hmmmm, I dunno—”

“N-no-” He’s hiccuping, chestnut lashes starting to gleam with tears. “Nononono- you don’t hafta do any of the ngh- work, baby— I’ll make it fit.”

So panicked. So sloppy that each one of his rugged trusts was hitting every nook and cranny of your dripping pussy, once near the splotchy area of your g-spot, another near the roof of your cunt. Mazing down the tip-top of his pink shaft like a spotlight. 

“Will you–?” You purr, “Promise?”

“Promise- promise promise.” And his hands rest upon either side of your waist to keep pulling you up n’ down with his inhuman strength. Softly whining when that meant he didn’t have a hand left to pull your face into a kiss- you give him one anyway.

The plush, puckered contact of your lips was enough to make him jolt like he’d just been electrified. Choso groans into your mouth and furrows his brows in desperation, “I-is it fitting, baby?”

And one look- one look is enough for him to throw his head back into the silken pillowcase with his dark eyes whirling. Dizzy. Hypnotized. Just covered in cursed energy that makes him pulse bigger-

“It is-”

“Mhm– it is.”

“Look. She’s actually taking in all of me–!” All of him, Choso doesn’t think he’s ever let his fat cock roam this far into your innards before. Chin hitting his pecs in haste to take a further look, “She’s really sucking me up and ah- I’m not ngh- ungrateful, baby, but…I she neeeeed her to take it…all.”

He’s blushing and red-hot by the time he’s admitting this out loud.

By now there’s only a few more of his solid inches left, and you’re leaning behind you to grab a fistful of his tight balls- oh-so-sensitive. Rolling the mountains of his palm over where he was most delicate, “All, huh?”

Who knew that would only make your sweet, ruined boyfriend arch his toned hips and rut- “Yes-” The planes of his cheeks fluttering with beaded tears, “”Yes, please- don’t close out.” 

And just having you clench around him was keeping him shackled to your pert, pretty pussy. Urgently slamming his toned v-line up into yours in an attempt to keep bullying himself inside, he’d never felt this before- having you squeeze him snugly like this. The moment you start pushing him with your velvety slick walls made him only hold you close and push and push and push–

“D-don’t close this pretty pussy-” His free hand tugs on the sappy ends of your outer pussy, tuggin’ just so that his veiny cock finds its way inside. Pouting, he lets his reverse cursed energy run wiiild- “Let me put…it in…”

With your fingers carnally itching the skin of his ball sack, you hum—“You are, baby—”

“Heh- y-you called me baby.” He’s giggling to himself, the apples of his cheekbones turning bright red. He’s mesmerized - he’s dazed at the slight figure-eights you’re drawing out with your hips to fit him inside. And the moment the fat of your ass cheeks hits his hip bones with a loud slap! oh- “You…inside.”

Inside.

Inside.

And he’s cumming just as far deep, too. 

The moment he’s all bottomed out, Choso’s voice hitches with a cracked whine once he’s spurting out a steady jetstream of syrupy white. Letting the honeyed droplets of it cling onto the sides of your goopy cunt- and he’s so embarrassed.

Fuck, he’s so embarrassed at the fact that he’s cumming so early.

But he can’t stop that primal urge within him that keeps bouncing his capped knees, sticking the globes of your ass against his meaty thighs with a layer of sheeny cum. You’d really, really managed to fit all of him - all his hot, ridged inches that tugged on the sides of your damp walls. Hitting your cervix dead-on.

“You took all of it-” He’s breathing out, raspy. Scalding hot seed dripping down your slit and rubbing all over your clit, “All- all. So this is what it feels like, I’m really inside, I’m really ngh- fucking you all the way.”

“Y-yes you are.” You have to fight to answer, the thrash of his split-ended shaft scouring across your walls until you were speechless. Mouth watering. Vision flashing. You brush your fingers through the strands of his bangs, “Happy, Cho?”

Purring up at you, “Of course, baby— B-but now that I’m inside can we try…” Half-lidded eyes almost trying to look away, almost shy. But the way he gives you a thrust to slosh around his stringy wads of cum says otherwise, “-a mating press?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13.3 inches x 6.04 inches (each)

“K-Kuna—”

��B-b-brat.” It’s just so cute how that snarling grin he gives you is enough to make you bristle, as if you weren’t all sprawled out on the King’s lap and speared by one of his fat, thirteen-inch cocks. Both of his smug mouths snickering your way, “What? Whining n’ crying for two when ya can’t even take one. Humans always are so ambitious.”

And you? You were more than ambitious.

You’re just downright stuffed with the plump, honed crown of one of Sukuna’s lengths that it was stirring up whatever’s left of your brain cells. The weepy orifice of his tip swirlin’ a ribbon of milky pre as you squirm, and for the first time, you wanted more. “I wanna take both but I dunno if it’ll fit, Kuna.”

“Awww, my poor baby doesn’t know if it’ll heh- fit?” He’s cooing at you mockingly from above, one of Sukuna’s four hands nestling at your hips to give you a lil’ bounce. “Then I guess as king I hafta help with that, hm?”

“Yes- yes please-”

“Ah ah- but first…a kiss.”

Almost shocked at the plump pucker of his fanged lips, you slouch over where you were straddling his muscular waist. Him, all sprawled out on his gilded throne- and you, struggling to plant a kiss.

“There-” You murmur against his warm lips, a pout adjusting on your gaping maw as you wait expectantly. 

But he only grins, knees hiking up to swat your ass with repeated grinds. “And here, too. Kiss me proper now.”

There.

He doesn’t even have to wait for the lecherous request to register inside your melty mind before his impatient, monstrous second mouth is unhinging ajar and saaaalivating all across your teary slit. The curled tendril of his pink tongue was just tickling where your hole was bulged, “Keh- humans are so easily embarrassed.” Two of his beefy arms glue to your sheeny inner thighs and streeetch you wide open, “Open up for ‘Kuna’, brat.”

Twisting your head down to watch- you don’t even know what your glassy eyes search for first.

The way that second, matching hard cock of his was bobbing with desperation or the way that his cursed mouth was greedy and salivating with every flick up the front of your hot core. Drooling, spitting, lapping up ounces of sap like it was sugar water- 

“Ya can take that-” Another fat splosh of spittle, disappearing between your pussylips. “-ya can take me then.”

“Want it- want-” Huffing stubbornly, “Can handle both I ngh- promise.”

How cute…

Sukuna really can’t stop the way he departs a darkened bout of laughter, head tilted. “Why don’tcha suck this one up for me and ngh- prove it then.” And before you know it, he’s clawing his last hand down on your sweaty scalp and pushing down, down, down– “Bottoms up- or, more like bottom out.”

Fuck- you weren’t even given the split-second to snap at him for his silly lil’ joke at your expense, because the sheer stretch just had you so damn delirious. 

And claiming that Sukuna was big was an understatement - well above thirteen inches, each. Both of his long, vertically-stacked cocks were so swollen and ready to be inside of you that they looked like they were about to explode. 

Right from the slightly red edge of his bulging tips, to the circumference of his bases, all covered with a spattering of pink veins. Massive- and so was his pair of hard, tannish breeder balls, twitching with your every movement. 

He was only about halfway in and the sleek ribbons of Sukuna’s precum were already hitting your thighs in splashes-

“Oi oi- don’t tell me yer too cockdrunk now.” His hips shift as he starts up a vulgar pace, hitting the back of your cervix with his pointed crownhead and he still wasn’t bottomed out. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would be hitting your damn throat soon. Grunting, “Take it. C’mon, little human.”

Sukuna was so wide that just a singular one of his girths had your mouth falling into the same ogling oh! “I-I am.”

“Heeeeh? How cute.” Darkish nails leave tiny bruises along your waist, lightly angling your tempo so that the zig-zagged line of one of his prominent veins hits your most favorite spots. “Faster now.”

Harder. Sloppier. 

And you almost can’t, just so heady and stupid on the thump-thump-thump of his rounded globe squishing up your insides. So he can only lean backwards sexily and buck his waist further-

“Faster, brat, if you want mmm- both my cocks.”

Thighs trembling, lips wobbly, “B-but…”

“Aw, guess you forgot-” Mockingly, Sukuna’s stern lips fall into a tiny pout. And in the blink of an eye, where the edge of his tastebuds were slimily running down your folds, he’d suddenly replaced it with the smooth fringe of his second cock. “Seeee?” Rubbin’ it up n’ down in a way that was so sultry, “Wanna taste?”

Soon enough, you’re slobbering all down the cushions of his pecs. The utter raw stretch of it too much that his tensed front was covered in a shiny lacquer of your saliva, “I-I want…both.”

Ah, he’d never fucking admit it, but it was so endearing how hungry you were for his cocks. “Course ya do- you can take it.” The only thing driveling and greedier than you was that pretty pussy, “Faster.”

Just a few inches- just a few more inches more that Sukuna was helping you devour. 

Well- teasing, “Harder, unless you don’t wan’ me ngh- hitting- here-” The sharp points of his fingernails tickle your tummy, right where the bumpy cylinder of his bulge was whacking. Right above your cervix. Your womb. “Twice.”

“Ohhh- mmm- ngh, there, Kuna.”

“God, she loves it like this, huh?” And it seems like both him and his other mouth cackle. Twin cock diamond-hard now, and just starting to snugly fit and inch in with a sluuuurp. “Can feel- hah- feel your womb, she’s begging for my seed, brat. Twice.”

You’re sobbing at this point, and his shiny tastebuds were lapping your tears up like candy. “Twice- p-please twice.”

Twice. 

Twice twice twice- and it was driving Sukuna fucking wiiiild. The clench of your squirming thighs pushing his rummaging shafts together was insane, and that’s exactly what he blames for the way he grumbles out drunkenly- “Wanna give me an heir that badly- do you?”

“I-I do.”

Talking out of your cunt, for sure. Talking out of your oversatured mind, obviously. 

But fuck- Ryomen Sukuna can’t stop himself from blurting out a low- “I love you.” And then a hissed pant of your name as he jumbles up your memory of that little confession with the entrance of his second cock, as well. 

Dually splitting you open, you were so impaled on his throbbing girths that you almost miss the way he grins- “And now…” Slapping your slippery slit with the silken underside of his tongue, “S’my turn to have some fun.”

The way he whimpers.

♡ INO TAKUMA - 7.69 inches x 4.50 inches

“Big stretch- can you say that f’me, pretty? Biiig stretch?”

It was just so cute how your boyfriend’s cheeks were all innocent pink while he whispered the dirtiest questions in your ear. Rosy lips wobbling at just the sound of your pretty voice, “Mmm– it’s a very biiig stretch, Taku.”

“Well…n-not that big.” He can’t help but stutter out shyly, fighting the urge to dig his fingers into the strands of his chestnut bangs and pull down his ski mask still on. Hastily rutting, “You can still ngh- fit all of it, right, sweetness? Please?”

And shit- Ino might be the sweetest, but his cock was built so fucking mean.

He was a long seven inches and more, with two throbbing veins that ran down the side of his shaft and carved right along the tender spots of your walls. All flushed the same cherry-pink that his clammy, blushing cheeks were. And so fucking fat that your puffy core was having trouble keeping up with the rub-a-dub of his girth. 

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth while he’s planting half-ruts and grinds just to fit himself inside-

“Sweetness?”

“O-ohhh ngh-” You’re snapped back into your lewd reality the moment Ino’s impatiently dragging down your body with a hand at your throat. Dangerous. With the pierced edge of his mushroomy tip - that cold, sinful Prince Albert’s piercing - whacking your g-spot with a wet plop! “So good- so big, fuck!”

And maybe it was a blessing in disguise that the useless lil’ rubber of your condom had snagged the moment his pierced cockhead caught on it. 

Because right now your gushing wet cunt was clenching around him to hold him hostage, and it was rendering Ino so damn pussydrunk that he was drooling. “M-maybe it’ll be easier in missionary, pretty-”

Times like this, you’re reminded just how much training your boyfriend has undergone. Because- before you know it- before you can even blink, Ino has his hands flying to bend your trembling thighs ‘round his slender waist. 

Pliably pushed up until the caps of your knees hit your tits, until your scalp’s throwing back with a keen–“Mmm- feel so good- keep going, Taku–”

“Keep going.” He’s whispering to himself, eyes wide and barely blinking like he’s not even sure whether or not this was one of his wettest dreams. Here he had you all sprawled out and raw, letting off the cutest syrupy squelch! the moment he positions his bulging cockhead deeper and gives a little rut. “Keep- keep going.”

Whimpering, soon enough he can’t even handle the way that every driving force of his hips leaves your poor body recoiling. 

Can’t handle the graze of your warm, wet walls making him feel like he was pulling out - the last thing he ever fucking wanted to do - and so he has to tighten his restraint on your neck and draaaag you back down after every jackammer just to keep himself sane. 

“See? See?” His rugged whisper scorches your ear, Ino’s eyes half-lidded and wild. He squeezes your throat and snaps his hips down until the pale skin of his pelvis turns red, “S’not that big- nghhh, I can fit. C-can tooootally fit.”

Smugly batting your lashes- you were ruining him. “Yeah? Almost there?”

“Just like three or four more inches-” He groans, taking a sneaking glimpse at the rubbery resistance downwards. And his balls were delicate and flinching sensitively at every contact with your skin, “Just gotta get through this- ngh- tight fucking hole. That way I’ll fit.”

“And if you don-”

Cutting you off in panic, “Don’t even say s-such a haaah- thing.” He’s brushing his knobbly thumb along the base of your treacly pussy and watching in amazement as you open up even deeper for him with a sluuuurp. The excited throb of his shaft digging just against your most tender geysering orifices-

Ino’s making such a mess, such slippery wads of slick streaming between your folds and glistening in a ring across his base. He almost wants to pull down his dark black ski mask just so he won’t cum from the sight. 

Harder, sloppier. 

Not only was his cock pretty, it was so thick and probin’ along your every wet-sheened ridge and crevice. Making you scream just as much as your pussy was giving off slurping squelches!

You’re clawing down the veined expanse of his forearms, “S-so rough, Taku-”

“Oh- sorr-”

“I love it.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

That was more than enough for him, and before you know it - before even he knows it - he’s bucking with a mindless half-thrust that lets him bottom out. Rapid. Hard. Feral. That lets him cum. 

Letting him crater the door to your womb with his orbed piercing, with a wide circular circumference that bruises you in while he stuffs you with white syrup.

The creamiest webs of seed overspill, and Ino can’t do anything but gape as his free hand moves before his mind to rover his fingers across your glossy entrance and push those hot springs in-

“Fuck- fuck. And I love you-” Setting your rapidly pulsing neck free to haul his eyesight partially closed by his mask. “This is what it feels like- this? H-how can it feel so…”

And you don’t even know how you manage to speak beyond the sparking fuzziness filling up your brain at the splosh of cum coating your innards like a glaze. Dripping just down the sides of your gluey-stuck thighs, “Awww- shy, Taku?”

He doesn’t answer- but his hips do all the talking.

Fucking the knots of cum in with rough, rugged drives that drench his tawny happy trial, Ino whimpers once you’re tugging his mask up and forcing him to look at you in all your fucked-out glory. Shit- so perfect n’ pretty that some primal part of him just has to mess it up by pulling out just the slightest few solid inches. 

Creaming out opaque white layers upon layers of sap, Ino lets his pinkish shaft slap-slap-slap down on the puddle and hums. Eyes drunk, skin flushed, big fucking cock oh-so-painfully hard. And if he dares to let his plummy mushroom tip pull out and write out a cursive white T-A-K-U, well—“S-so…am I getting pregnant or are you, sweetness?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 11.02 inches x 4.28 inches

“You’ve got it, you’ve ngh- got it-”

“Fuh-fuuuck, Satoru. But it’s so big-”

“You’ve got it.”

It’s been the exact same thing being repeated in panting moans over and over into the side of your ear. And Gojo can’t fucking stop that strained, broken mantra from leaving his lips every time he’s pushing you deeper into this mating press, and his cock deeper into you.

Fuck- you should’ve expected that the strongest would have a fat fucking length to match. 

The only thing ruder than the way he was constantly pounding you into the soft, silken sheets was his size. Over eleven inches, according to him, the edge of his rose-red cocktip brushes all the way near your spongy cervix without even trying.

And he was oh-so-pretty, like every delicate vein running down the middle of his pinkish shaft was hand-carved to hit your every sweet spot. 

Ridged, lightning bolted texture of his shaft making you see stars- you’re feeling Gojo’s swollen breeder balls brush against your thigh every time he knocks his ringed slit at the gooey roof of your pussy and just simply rubs it there, sensually. 

“Getting sooo fucking wet-” He’s hissing into your open mouth, the tips of his gleaming white canines snagging against your lower lip as he smiles. “H-heh- you got it. You got it. Aaaalmost there, almost-”

“But there’s so much more, ngh- why are you this big?” You’re whimpering, the flats of your feet pushing against Gojo’s shoulders. And fuuuck- does he love the chase. Does he love that feeling of watching your boneless limbs flail when he’s folding you back in half with almost inhuman strength.

The doughy edges of his fingers itching for his black blindfold beside your night stand- “Hey now, sweetheart.” 

And it takes two of your heady breaths - less than two seconds - for Gojo to curl the silky fabric of his blindfold around your ankles. To tie them together and firmly set them on his muscular back, “You wanted to see how the strongest hah- fucks. You’re gonna get it. And…heh-” Your dear boyfriend has the audacity to giggle - giggle downwards at the way his reddened cock was being devoured by your puffy core. “-wouldn’t you wanna take allll of the strongest, sweetheart? Pretty girl? My wife?”

“I get it I- fuck!” Breath catching when he’s hiking his pale thigh up to shovel yet another solid inch inside, pryin’ your bubblegum walls to the side with his bulbous tip. “J-just shut up.”

Who knew that would make him give you the first shred of mercy he’s shown in what felt like hours now. 

Making him falter for a split-second, making him gasp. Making him blush- whispering out something airy, “Th-that almost made me cum.”

And shit- Gojo Satoru could not let himself cum before you did, no matter how much it felt like heaven was between your legs n’ you were just melting all around his size. Before he even knows what he’s doing, he’s letting his gaze coat with a few flickers of cursed energy. 

Six Eyes on full throttle once he splays his massive palm on top of your cute tummy, “I’m still riiiiight-” The edge of his finger sizzles with power as he draws an invisible line, precisely where his blushing red crown was cratering a massive bruise inside of your tight cunt. Grinning, he taps- “-here. Got my fat fuckin’ cock right here.”

Mewling, your knees weaken once he’s reeling his slender hips back just enough to whack three repeated hits on that impromptu target he’d made. Fully well knowing it was inches from your g-spot.

“Fuck- just a bit higher, Toru–”

“Oh, sweetheart—” His half-lidded irises are so dilated that they almost look like hearts, lips twitched into a wobbly smile while he fucks you like he’s furious. “You’ve got six more inches to go- ngh! five.”

And shit- you can’t help the way you overtly ogle the flex of his toned biceps as he sexily reaches behind him. One set of fingers clenching ‘round that vice-like blindfold at your ankles to pull-pull-puuuull you down, the other buzzing with jujutsu and creepin’ to your clit to pinch.

He wouldn’t fit otherwise, bullying his way inside. 

“H-heh…four now.”

Manhandling you, he was so strong that he’s making you feel like some sort of doll. Sending your ass cheeks ricocheting with every sopping wet spank of his pelvis, “Shit- you’re going in so deep-”

“Mhm- right down to your cute ngh- womb.” He could follow every slimy, mazing trail of his bulging shaft with his very own eyes. Snickering as he makes sure to graze the curling tendril of his veins right along your g-spot, “You like that- huh? Feels good?”

“Yes- mmm feels so good.”

Smooth voice purring in your ear, just the sound of it makes your skin bubble with goosebumps. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m all inside. Just threeee more inches to go- two.” 

Close. 

Eleven inches was a lot to handle, and your poor dripping cunt felt like you were being stretched out to the max. You didn’t know whether it was his out-of-control reverse cursed technique or pure carnal desire that made you have the strength to start rutting down for more more more-

“Ohhh— what’s this?” Gojo raises his snowy brows and matches your sloppy tempo, scratchin’ his fuzzy white hair near the top of your clit every time he flicks it. “My girl wants more? Wants all eleven inches- s’a thick fucking cock, sweetheart—”

That was an understatement. 

With over four inches of meaty plumpness, he was so wiiide with his girth that you’re sure you’re molding to his exact size. The entrance to your pussy quivering after every thrust, fast. Rapid. Mindless thrusts. 

You’re gurgling out your answers, unable to even speak at that point. “I know I know-” Mouth still falling into a spit-slicked smile as he shows no signs of slowing down. Blinking tearily, “Still wan’ it all.”

And then it happens - all at once. 

The lights in your bedroom shatter- and then, so do you. Because with a longing, lingering glide of Gojo’s barreling length vertically across your g-spot and down to your cervix, you’re cumming. 

Mouth ajar, eyes scrunched close. Your own wave of bliss catches you so off-guard that you can do nothing but hold onto his Adonis-like shoulders for dear life and shrill–“Cum—ing. Fuck fuck fuck- cumming, Satoru-”

“I know-” And he sounds just as gone as you at this moment. “I saw it.” With his Six Eyes, even before you reached your high.

Not even realizing that the electricity had been destroyed in your bedroom - in the entirety of Tokyo, actually - not even realizing you two were plunged into complete darkness except for the bolts of blue lightning skittering down his skin. Setting his eyes aglow, air tightened. 

Gojo groans—“And you f-fit all of me-” It took even him a few sultry seconds to register that he’d finally bottomed out. 

Slapping and slapping the tender skin of his v-line right into the drenched space of your open thighs until he’s rubbed raw. Gojo was all inside and yet still trying to push himself even deeper, chasing the warmth of your dewy cunt- he bites back a whimper. “All of me- and it feels so…oh, I could just- fuck!”

One teensy clench of your sweet, saccharine walls. 

All it takes before the strongest throws his head back and cums- timing each swat! of his thwacking balls right on staccato with your own peaks. It made him tilt his head down and giggle at the way your mouth only sagged open wider once you felt the sheer volume he was emptying out. 

“You’ve got it-” He gasps into your popped eardrums, touch electric. The soft thumb rolling over your clit swiftly decides to crawl down n’ start plugging your drooling orifice with his wads of white. “You’ve hah- got it. You’ve got it- you’ve got it. Isn’t this the ngh- biiiigest fucking cock you’ve ever seen–?”

“F-fuck, Toru- yes! But what are you…” Briefly, the hand looped around your ankles claws at your clammy crown and moves your head to stupidly nod. 

All the while, Gojo’s simply stirrin’ his shaft in circular motions inside of your velvety walls to touch every nook and cranny with his creamy cum. Teasingly announcing, “Oh yes it is- yes it is–”

Looking almost satisfied with the way you’re all fucked out and still shaking prettily from the ordeal- that is, at least, before a sudden idea glints behind his half-lidded sapphire eyes. 

“I wonder if it’ll be- heh- even bigger if I use limitless, sweetheart”

“…”

A/N. I thought I was soooo funny for that title.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[divergentboa]

◎— no lube, no protection, all night, all day, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, 69, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, standing up, sitting down, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, leg shakening, devils tango ever.

#needthat

[divergentboa]

༯ warnings. mature content, fem!reader + toji fushiguro, unprotected sēx, piv, pwp. minors do not interact, please and thank u.

wc. 1.7k (not proofread 🥸)

toji fushiguro is a nice guy.

not in the annoying “i’m a nice guy why won’t women date me” way, but in the “i’ll fix your sink, walk your dog, and probably kill a man for you if you say please” kinda way.

the ex-assassin (and your next door neighbor) is always doing something for someone— mowing the lawn for mrs. takada across the street, teaching the neighborhood kids how to patch a flat tire like he’s not patched gunshot wounds with duct tape before. probably hand-knits blankets for stray cats behind closed doors too.

so when he sees you wrestling with a massive ikea box on your porch that you honestly never stood a chance against in the first place, he doesn’t even hesitate.

“fuck is in here, a whole corpse or somethin’?” he jokes, like he didn’t just pluck the box from your arms, like it was filled with feathers and not the broken promises of swedish furniture.

you give him an airy laugh, wiping sweat from your brow as you tell him it’s your new bed from ikea.

“ikea?” he repeats, like you just told him it really was a corpse in that god forsaken box. “yeah, nah. you’re not building that.”

you blink. “i’m not?”

“uh, did i not just say no? i’ll handle it. don’t want a pretty lil’ thing like you losing a finger over some overpriced planks and an allen wrench.”

and listen. you could’ve argued. you could’ve said you’re an independent woman, with your crappy youtube tutorials and a rusty ol’ hammer.

but instead you just say,

“. . .do you want water or beer?”

god, you swear your bedroom has never felt this small.

toji’s presence takes up space like he was built for it—one knee down, the other bent, thighs straining against those well-worn jeans like they’re one bad movement from tearing right at the seams. his tank is drenched, clinging like it’s got a personal vendetta, outlining every broad inch of him like a glove.

he’s hunched over the partially assembled bed, brows furrowed, scarred lips parted in quiet concentration like he’s studying scripture, not step six of some swedish-coded nightmare.

and it’s filthy, the way your brain strayed, drinking in the way he moved—tight, efficient, obscene without even trying.

every low grunt, every flex of his arms, every time he shifts and that heavy chain around his neck clinks against sweat-slick skin—it’s like you're watching the start of a bad porno.

your gaze drops, uninvited, right to the swell of his chest—broad and heaving—and lower, past the way his shirt clings to his dreadfully slutty waist, all the way to the waistband of his jeans.

the way they sit, low and loose, slung across those hips like temptation incarnate—

“you good over there, sweetheart?” his voice breaks through the haze, all casual and smug. “been eyein’ me reeaall hard over there.”

you choke.

“oh, uh—i was…” you mutter, blinking like an idiot, “just… making sure you’re not screwing m- it up.”

he hums, not even looking at you, allenkey twisting slow in his grip.

“mm. real thorough inspection you’re doing.”

your a/c is blasting, full arctic tundra, and yet here you are—skin flushed, thighs clenched, your mind absolutely nosediving into the filthiest trenches imaginable.

you open your mouth about to retort back, but he cuts you off with a simple, expectant:

“wrench.”

just that. hand out. palm grasping. not even looking at you.

you pass him the tool, and your fingers brush his. his hand is warm, rough - those thick, ragged fingers that have probably shot bullets into yakuza leaders skulls, probably broken bones, lingering just a beat too long.

and suddenly you’re not thinking about this stupid swedish furniture anymore.

you’re thinking about those same fingers digging into your hips.

gripping the back of your neck.

pressing into your thigh as he—

“you gonna let go, or you just like holdin’ my hand?”

you snap out of your. . trance, retracting your hand like the wrench had transformed into molten lava and burned it. “just um, didn’t wanna drop it. s-safety first, right?”

“riight, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

even though it’s your bed, he hasn’t let you touch a single piece of it. 

not one panel. not one sad screw.

and it’s not like you didn’t offer to help—you did, multiple times!

yet every single time, he just waved you off like you were a gnat.

“jus’ sit n’ look pretty. this ain’t a group project,” he utters, dead serious. you open your mouth once more to argue, and all he sends you is a glare— playful, yet still warning.

and after three long, sweaty hours,

you—

no.

he is finally done.

toji leans back on his heels, wiping beads of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand “there,” he grunts, satisfied. “all done miss.”

you glance at the bed. it does look good. solid. intimidatingly so. 

“looks sturdy,” you murmur, and toji hums in agreement. thick fingers drag slow over his stubbled chin as he leans back, marveling at his piece of work.“mm. might wanna test it out first, though.”

you blink. “…test it?”

he nods, rolling his shoulders, towering and terrible, that glint in his eye nothing short of criminal.

“how ‘bout i help ya out, yeah? call it uhh, ‘mandatory safety inspection’ .”

ᥫ᭡.

“ngh, to-tojiii,” you mewl, nails grasping helplessly at the cushioned mattress beneath you, your glossed dolly eyes fluttering back with each filthy fuckin’ thrust. his strokes are relentless, sharp, each one leaving a raucous snap from his toned v-line on your poor sore thighs.

for such a ‘sweet’ and ‘beloved’ guy, his dick game sure was mean as hell.

“atta girl, look at that,” he grunts, “takin’ me so fuckin’ well.”

your swollen bottom lip is caught between your teeth, an embarrassingly desperate attempt at concealing these lewd noises toji is managing to string out of your chest.

but with the way he’s fucking into you like this, those calloused, worn palms spreading the fat of your ass to give him a front-row view of how his cock is sinking in and out of you, before raising his hand to give it a nice hefty spank—

it’d be damn near impossible to not stay quiet.

your body feels so hot, practically melting as your spine arches further with each roll of his firm hips. the pads of his fingers are digging into the plush of your waist, burning against your skin like he’s trying to brand you with his hands alone.

toji sloows his pace, not enough to give you a break, but enough to make sure you feel all ten inches of him, that evilly thick stretch making your walls stutter. his chest dips down your spine, peppered stubble scratching at the nape of your neck as his full weight sinks over you.

“uh uh, shhh,” toji croons hotly, his breath warm as he leaves a wet kiss along the shell of your ear, “you hear that?”

“h-huh?” you hiccup, and he’s got you soo dumb off his dick that your surprised your still coherent.

“girl. listen.”

and you do. or try to, atleast.

your breathing slows just enough to catch it, between the wet slaps of skin and your pulse bursting in your ears—

creak… creak… creak….

“looks like she’s startin’ to talk,” he murmurs. “guess i forgot to tighten all the screws. oops.”

haha. you'd roll your eyes if they weren’t already damn near in your skull.

toji’s body shifts, swole chest hefted on your back as his beefy arms cage you in. he’s got one hand curled around your wrist, pinning it to the matress, while the other bruisingly grips your waist.

your plushed thighs quiver, ass rippling back with each fluid snap of his hips. he’s so deep, his entire length bottoming out in your sobbing cunt. landing countless blow after blow on that poor spongy spot of yours.

“f-fuuck,” it slips out breathy, caught between a gasp and a whine, your voice cracking with each draaag of his cock. “s’too much— i can’t—”

“yea you can,” toji huffs. “already are.”

creaking turns into clattering, death rattles now, and he’s still not stopping nor slowing. every hit leaves the mattress screaming, legs of the frame wobbling as it lurches underneath the weight of you both.

and your bed isn’t the only thing ready to give out eithet.

“ ‘m gonna, hnnghh— m’ gonna cumm, toj’ ” you sob, shuddering as your core tightens.

“shiit, thaaat’s it,” he pants as your pussy swallows him oh so snugly, and you can feel him start to throb inside of you. “ let ‘toj’ feel you cum ‘round his cock, baby.”

toji’s strokes sloppen, grinding now, likes he’s trying to engrave each and every inch of his cock into your unforgivingly tight cunt. your hips begin to spasm as your pretty glossed lips sputter out mindless, repetitive catches of his name.

he sends one more thrust, mean and s—

crack!

that poor lil’ ikea bed of yours sinks beneath you with a jarring snap, the headboard dipping rudely as one stubby leg snaps completely off— making you and toji slip forward with it.

you yelp, yet it slips into a broken moan as splotches of white fill your blurred vision, body jerking as your saccharine juices spill out onto him.

you let out a pouty whine, lashes fluttering as toji groans, gutturally, his posture stiffening, jaw hanging slack before you feel him begin to spill into you—sticky hazed shades of white rudely painting your insides like his own personal canvas.

the scent of sweat and sex hangs heavily in the air, the only sounds being you and toji left panting. he stills momentarily, assuring his sticky load is plunged deep enough inside of you before easing out with a sharp hiss.

“guess she, uh, failed the inspection,” clicking his tongue as he breaks the silence, acting all disappointed despite the way he’s grinning like a fucking fool— as if he didn’t just knock all you and your beds screws loose.

“you’re buying me a new bed.” you mutter, voice hoarse as your shooting him a mascara stained glare over your shoulder.

“ ya’ gonna let me break her in too?”

and it’s not like you decline— it’d be rude if you did. .

because toji fushiguro is a nice guy, after all.

@ssorenz™ do not, copy, repost or translate anywhere without my knowledge.

[divergentboa]

⋆⭒˚.⋆FREAK IN YOU. [Armin A.]

minors do not interact | wc. 3.3k

_summary: you’re stuck with armin helping you train for a tennis tournament, but it takes a turn…

_warnings: porn with a plot, p in v, missionary, choking, doggy style, head lock, armin’s kind of a condescending asshole, pet name [princess], semi public sex, orgasm denial, squirting.

soleil is now playing: hold tight [justin beiber]

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you huffed in annoyance, walking with an attitude to pick up the ball that flew into the bushes.

he was so demanding, so high maintenance, but he was the only one good enough to help you train. so you tried to keep your cool, but it seemed like armin was intentionally trying to make you lose your shit.

“cmon, my grandpa picks shit up faster than you. we don’t have time for this, so hurry up!” he yells across the court taunting you. armin leaned casually against the net, twirling his racket in one hand, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "you know, you’d get better at this if you stopped letting your temper get in the way y/n.”

you shot him a glare as you trudged toward the bushes, the heat of the afternoon sun adding to your frustration. "i’d get better at this shit if i had a different coach.” you muttered under your breath, but loud enough for him to hear.

he chuckled, his voice carrying over the court. "aww that hurt princess. and here i thought we were bonding."

you wanted to snap at him. you were tired, sweaty, and hungry, and his annoying ass remarks didn’t make that shit any better. of course, armin made a point of pushing your buttons during every training session, and today was no exception. you found the ball wedged between two branches and snatched it up, letting out a sigh of relief.

“now, let’s see if you can hit the ball this time without sending it to the next zip code." he said, laughing.

“can you shut the fuck up please? we’ve been practicing since 12:30– it’s 3:45 now, i think i deserve a break.” you mumbled, rolling your eyes, walking over to the bench and throwing your racket down.

armin’s smirk faltered, replaced with an amused raise of his brows. he pushed himself off the net and started sauntering toward you, racket slung over his shoulder. "ohh, so now you're calling the shots? you need to stop being so weak and whiny…last time i checked, you’re the one who was begging me to coach you for this tournament."

you scoffed, grabbing your water bottle and taking a long sip before responding. "begging? bye, don't flatter yourself. you're literally the only one who had the time—and the arrogance—to think you could handle this."

“handle this?" he repeated mockingly, dropping onto the bench beside you. his arm brushed yours, and you flinched, moving over to create some space. "y/n, i’m the only reason you're not tripping over your own feet out there."

you rolled your eyes, setting down the water bottle with a loud clunk. “uhh-huh. i’m still taking a break, i don’t care.”

armin scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the bench. “a break? that’s funny, considering you’ve barely been trying this whole time. your break can wait, we're not finished until i say so."

the way he said it, casual but with that annoying sharp edge of judgment, made your blood boil. you turned your body towards him, glaring daggers. “barely been trying?! oh, i’m so so sorry, coach of the year. didn’t realize i signed up for your stupid ass tennis boot camp!”

without waiting for a response, you stood, smoothing out your tennis skirt and grabbing your bag. you slung it over your shoulder and started walking off the court.

“where are you going?!” armin called after you, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and confusion.

“clubhouse.” you snapped, kissing your teeth as you marched away.

the sound of his footsteps echoed behind you as he grabbed his gear, clearly intent on following. “are you serious right now?” he said, jogging to catch up. “you’re just gonna walk off? you get too pissed off over everything. that’s what makes it fun to piss you off.”

you ignored him, swinging your racket gingerly. “yknow, i may be easy to piss off, but you are an asshole.”

"wow, so this is how you handle pressure? real mature." he taunted, but there was a hint of something else in his voice now—concern, maybe, though you were too irritated to care.

you stopped abruptly, spinning around to face him. "pressure? you think this is about fucking pressure? no, armin, this is about you being an insufferable pain in the ass. im tired, i’m fucking starving, and if i have to listen to one more of your shitty remarks, i’ll lose my fucking mind!”

his lips parted, like he was about to argue, but instead, he sighed, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “alright, fine. maybe i was being a little...harsh.”

you turned back around, continuing your march toward the clubhouse. "i don’t care. im done for today. go yell at someone else."

armin sighed, muttering something under his breath before jogging to catch up with you again. "look, hey.. im sorry, alright? maybe i went overboard. but you’re not going to get better by walking away every time things get tough."

you stopped again, this time more out of surprise than frustration, and glanced at him. “are you seriously apologizing or just lecturing me?" you asked skeptically.

"i’m apologizing. don’t make me regret it," he said, his smirk creeping back. "im just saying...you’ve got potential. and i wouldn’t waste my time if i didn’t think you could actually win this shit.”

his words caught you off guard, the sincerity beneath his teasing making your chest tighten in an unfamiliar way. "yea fine. apology accepted…buttt im still taking my break."

you were still trying to process his sincere words, feeling a little uncomfortable with how heartfelt they had been. he cleared his throat, a hint of embarrassment in his voice as he responded. "well, don't take too long of a break. you owe me three more hours." you hummed, opening the glass door.

“cmon, help me stretch.” you said to him, deciding to use one of the private rooms in the back. “don’t tell me what to do,” he mumbled, reaching out a hand to push at the back of your neck as he passed by.

“ you fucki—” you started, turning to swat at him, but a voice interrupted.

“oh, hello! are you looking to book a room for the day?” the clubhouse clerk asked, her eyes glued to armin in a way that made you laugh inside. armin? oh please.

you’d rather eat concrete that admit you were a little attracted to him.

“um, yes, please,” you said, her odd focus on him making you uneasy. the room fell into an awkward silence as she continued to stare, not responding.

“uh—”

“yes,” armin interjected smoothly, his voice dripping with that fake charm you’d come to expect from him. “we’d like a room. preferably one in the back so we can avoid all distractions. my student here is a bit...ditsy.”

you snapped your head toward him, narrowing your eyes. “what?” you swatted at his side, but he dodged with a grin.

the clerk giggled, the sound making you cringe, and handed him a key. but not before running her fingers a little too deliberately over his hand. “okay, you’re in room 30, all the way at the end of the hall down there.” she said.

gross.

“thanks,” he said, flashing her one of his fake ass bright smiles—the kind you knew he only pulled out when he was being obnoxious.you rolled your eyes, snatching your bag off the counter and heading toward the hallway. “thanks.” you muttered under your breath, mocking him as he caught up and unlocked the door.

armin grinned as he pushed the door open. “don’t be mad just because she liked me better.”

“bye, be so serious right now.” you spun around to face him as you walked in, shaking your head. “she was one weird comment and giggle away from asking for a lock of hair.” he laughed, setting his bag down and closing the door. “oh, come on, don’t be dramatic princess. you’re just jealous.”

“jealous?” you scoffed, setting your bag down and pulling a yoga mat from the corner of the room. “of what? watching you flirt with someone who probably eats paper? mmm..yeah, i think ill survive.”

“that wasn’t flirting. that was self-preservation,” he said, dropping down onto the floor as you rolled out the mat. “you’re welcome, by the way.”

“for what exactly?” you asked, pausing to look back at him as you connected your spotify to the tv.

“for keeping things interesting,” he replied, sitting behind you with his legs stretched out, his eyes on your body. “now, let’s get this shit over with before you find another reason to storm off.” you turned to glare at him, folding your arms. “oh, so im the problem now?” he smirked, shrugging. “i mean, if the shoe fits.”

dropping onto the mat and starting your warm-up stretches, “you’re insufferable.” you mumbled, glaring up at him. "are you gonna help me or just sit there cracking jokes?"

"fine, bossy. lets get this over with." he groaned. you leaned forward to stretch, feeling his hands press lightly against your lower back to guide you deeper into the pose. "relax." he said, his voice softer now, a surprising shift from his usual teasing tone.

"i am relaxed," you muttered, though your clenched jaw said otherwise.

“right,” he replied, his hands moving to your sides to correct your posture. “you’ve been relaxed all day, yelling at me and storming off.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle, though you tried to suppress it. “you’re fucking lucky i haven’t thrown something at you yet.”

“you’d miss, anyway.” armin said, his voice laced with amusement.

before you could say something back, he pressed a hand gently but firmly against your lower back, guiding you further into the stretch. you chuckle turned into a low groan as the tension in your muscles released, your chest nearly flat against the mat.

“see?” he said, his tone smug. “deeper stretch. you’re welcome.”you lifted your head just enough to shoot him a glare, though it lost its bite when you felt the stretch in your hamstrings.

"next stretch," armin said, tapping your thigh lightly.

you rolled your eyes but complied, shifting onto your back and bending one knee toward your chest. you draped your other ankle over it, forming a triangle. armin moved closer, his hands firmly gripping your thigh and foot to help deepen the stretch. the pressure was firm but careful, the warmth of his touch sending an uninvited shiver down your spine. “alright, hold this for twenty seconds,” he said, his voice low and steady as he started counting down.

you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to focus on the stretch instead of the way his fingers lingered just a little too long. relax, it’s just a stretch. nothing weird about this.

his eyes, though, betrayed him. they traveled down the curve of your leg, lingering at your thigh. the fabric of your skirt had ridden up slightly during the movement, exposing just enough skin to make his gaze falter. when he swore he caught a glimpse of pink fabric beneath, his breath hitched. “...five, four…” he trailed off, his focus slipping entirely.

shit. his hands stiffened, but he didn’t move them, afraid any sudden motion would give away his distraction. the hem of your skirt had ridden up slightly during the stretch, and his breath hitched when he thought he caught a glimpse of the soft pink fabric beneath. his mouth went dry, and for a split second, he forgot what he was doing.

“why’d you stop counting?” you asked, breaking the silence. your humming paused as you tilted your head back to glance at him, a questioning look on your face.

for a moment, he didn’t answer, his jaw tightening. “uh… lost track,” he said, clearing his throat. his voice sounded strained, like he was forcing himself to stay composed.

lost track? you narrowed your eyes slightly, studying his face. his usual smugness was gone, replaced by something else—an edge you couldn’t quite place. your mind raced, piecing together his unusual behavior and the sudden shift in tension. “don’t overthink it. he’s always weird. it’s probably nothing.” you bit the inside of your cheek, dismissing the nagging feeling.

“hey, are you gonna keep going or?” you said, your voice sharper than intended.

“yeah.” he replied, his hands adjusting slightly on your leg. his touch felt different now—more hesitant, as if he was hyperaware of every point of contact. it made you look away shyly, him being this close.

you switched legs for the next stretch, your movements slow and deliberate. as his hands returned to your thigh and foot, you couldn’t ignore the way your skin prickled under his touch. why is this suddenly so fucking awkward, so intense?

the silence between you was almost suffocating, broken only by his counting and the faint music playing in the background. you risked another glance at him, catching the way his gaze darted away, almost guilty.

he’s acting strange. what the fuck is going on?

“see? not so hard…” you said, forcing a teasing tone to lighten the mood. but your voice came out softer than you intended, and it didn’t help the strange flutter in your chest.

armin chuckled, though it sounded hollow. “yeah, not hard at all..you’re still a little too tense though.” he replied, avoiding your eyes as he massaged your calves. the pressure of his fingers worked deep into the muscles, and the unexpected sensation made you let out a soft moan before you could stop yourself. the sound surprised you, and your breath hitched, your body tensing from both the pleasure and the sudden awareness of the tension hanging thick in the air.

armin’s eyes snapped to yours, wide and almost startled. you quickly shut your eyes, wishing the ground would swallow you.

“um…my fault.” you cleared your throat, trying to regain some semblance of control. “could you... could you massage my thighs bit? it feels tense right there.”

the words came out before you could stop them, and as soon as you opened your eyes, you were met with his hungry gaze. the way he looked at you made your heart race and your stomach flip, a pulse of heat rushing to your core.

why was he staring at you like that?

and more confusingly, why were you pretending not to feel it—the undeniable pull, the awkwardness that had always been there, but you’d brushed off as simple rivalry, irritation.

you tried to focus, to brush the thought aside, but deep down, you knew. “yeah, sure.” he said a little too quickly, his voice rougher than normal, his ears tinged pink as he lowered his hands, and the awkwardness between you two thickened.

his fingers grazed the edges of your thigh, the touch hesitant at first, but then they grew bolder as he gently kneaded the muscles. he massaged your inner thighs with slow, deliberate pressure, his palms gliding upward in careful movements, his fingertips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin. you tensed, staring up at the ceiling as you attempted to block out the nasty thoughts that suddenly popped into your head. his touch was different now—softer, but with an underlying intensity that made your pulse quicken.

every stroke seemed to send a ripple of heat through your body, and you struggled to keep your breath steady. you could feel his hands getting closer, inching down toward your cunt. “come onnn..touch me please. touch me, touch me.”’ you repeated in you head, swallowing when you felt your mouth go dry. his touch wasn’t just about relaxation anymore. it was something way different.

you closed your eyes again, trying to ground yourself, but it was useless. you could hear the hitch in his breath, the way his fingers lingered for just a fraction too long at the top of your thigh, and it made your chest tighten with anticipation.

he took a deep breath, his hands still working gently over your inner thighs. as much as he was trying to hold back, he knew what he really wanted.

he was going to press his limits.

he shifted closer to you, his hands moving further up your thighs, his touch firmer now. he could feel you tense up, but he didn't stop, his hands moving with more confidence as they glided up toward your core.

“armin.” you mumbled, eyes wide open as you felt his fingers massage the skin of your inner thighs, closest to your pussy.

armin's hands froze, his breath catching in his throat at the sound of his name on your lips. he had heard his name before—plenty of times, mostly in annoyance—but this time, it was different. your voice was soft, laced with a hint of plea to it.

he slowly looked down at you, eyes meeting yours, and he felt the last of his restraint snap. he knew he was crossing a line, but he couldn't hold back anymore, not with you looking at him like that.

"yea princess?" he asked, his voice thick with restrained desire.

“what are you doing?” you asked, a short whimper coming from your mouth as palm slid over your clothed clit, the pressure making you buck your hips up against him.

armin's lips curled into a small smirk, feeling the way you couldn't help but press up against his hand.

"i'm just helping you relieve some tension." he murmured, his hand still caressing your clothed center, the touch just enough to make your breath catch in your throat. “is this how you help people you train relieve their tension?” you asked curiously.

"nah, only special people get this treatment. do you want me to stop?" he asked.

“no..”

this is not how you thought your saturday would go— sprawled out on an exercise mat while armin fucked you slow and hard.

“hngh- armin!” you whined, a particular thrust making you nearly go crossed eyed, your voice hoarse. he was too good at this. too good at everything actually, it just added to the list of things about him that made your blood boil.

“i s-swear you’re gonna fffucking break me.” you whined, hands around his shoulders as he rutted into you slowly. he grunted softly, that cocky shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“you’re squeezing me too damn hard, that’s why.” he moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he hooked a hand under your thigh, pushing it up to your chest. the new angle sent a wave of heat crashing through you, pulling another helpless sound from your lips. “i— i can’t help it.” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders.

he leaned down, his forehead brushing yours as his breath fanned over your face. “you gotta relax.” armin murmured, though his voice carried a hint of softness.

“this i-is not helping me relax... w-we’re gonna get caught!” you whined, panting while you lost your cool, trying to keep your moans low. armin's gaze locked onto yours, as he pounded into you relentlessly. he reveled in the way your face contorted, tears streaming down your cheeks to mingle with the sweat beading on your brow.

“shh, i know princess, but you gotta be quiet, okay? you complain too much.” he groaned, a slight moan leaving his mouth as he sucked and kissed your neck.

you wanted to say something back, but the way his dick was dragging along the walls of your cunt made you gush. each breath came out shaky, and your attempts to stifle the moans slipping past your lips were becoming harder by the second.

“ a-arminn.” you panted, a warning, a plea—though you weren’t even sure what you wanted him to stop. he was so fucking mean, holding you in place to fuck you how he wanted.

“yeah?” he groaned, his tone full of faux innocence, though the way his teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath your jaw made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. a low moan slipped from his mouth as his grip on your thigh tightened, fucking you at a faster pace.

“armin, we—” you tried again, but your words cut off into a soft cry as his dick pressed at your gspot, his teeth scraping your collarbone teasingly.

“relax.” he muttered, his lips brushing your skin between kisses. “no one’s gonna catch us.. unless you keep being so damn loud.” his tone sent a fresh wave of irritation and want coursing through you.

of course armin, being the little asshole he is, withdrew until just the tip of his dick remained nestled inside you, then slammed back in with a force that made the mat shift beneath you. he set a relentless pace, each sloppy thrust driving him deeper into your pussy.

“o-oh.. uunngh- oh my gosh!” you squealed, voice pitching higher as your trembling hands clutched at his polo shirt, your nails digging into the fabric. a small whine left your mouth as he wrapped his fingers around your neck and squeezed just hard enough to steal your breath for a moment.

"l-look at me," he groaned softly, his gaze locking onto yours with tender intensity. “i’ve got you. it’s okay y/n.” his grip tightened slightly before softening, and you couldn’t stop the way your eyes fluttered shut, only to roll back a moment later.

the air was thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by your ragged moaning and armin’s grunts. his eyes were locked onto where you two joined, mesmerized by the sight of his dick disappearing into your cunt before springing back out, glistening with your arousal. you reached down, rubbing your clit slowly, babbling nonsense.

armin shifted his weight, pinning you gently beneath him as he resumed his slow, deep thrusts. the change in rhythm allowed him to reach even further inside you, stroking that sweet spot that made your toes curl and your back arch off the mat. if your moans didn’t get the both of you discovered, it’d be the nasty squelch of his dick going in and out of you roughly.

it was funny. thirtyfive minutes ago, you were cussing at him about how much of an asshole he was, now you’re clinging to him, whimpering and whining about how good you felt.

you felt like you were going insane.

“shit- i’m gonna..” you cried out, tears blurring your vision as you fought to keep quiet. but just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, armin pulled out completely, leaving you breathless and trembling. your head snapped up, eyes blazing with frustration as you sat up on your elbows to glare at him, only to find his infuriating, shit eating grin staring back at you.

"s-seriously?" you panted, your voice tinged with disbelief.

he didn’t answer immediately, taking his time to stretch out like he had all the control in the world. "i’m helping you, remember?" he said, his hands guided you gently, making you turn around and settle on all fours, your body instinctively adjusting to his touch.

“you’re being an asshole. edging me and shit, fuck you.” you mumbled, annoyed. the length of his dick pressing against your clit, teasing you.

“teacher knows best.” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, that signature cocky edge returning as he slid back in slowly. his hands gripped your hips tightly, the pressure grounding you and sending a shiver down your spine. you cursed under your breath, your body trembling as you braced yourself on your forearms.

a gasp escaped your lips, nails clawing at the mat beneath you as your body arched into his touch. “y-you’re such a dickhead.” you bit out, though your words came out weaker than you’d hoped, trembling under the weight of the moment.

“focus,” he said, his voice soft but commanding as his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you closer. “you wanted me to help you, didn’t you? so let me.” you thought he was gonna fucking split you in half earlier, but this— this was something else entirely. the new position made you grip the flimsy foam mat under you, in search of something to hold onto.

a choked whimper escaped your lips as your body trembled, overwhelmed by the roughness. the stretch of his dick against your walls, the way his hands dug into your hips like he owned you. “cocky little shit.” you thought to yourself, gasping.

“ou- shit.” you gasped, your nails clawing at the mat in frustration. you felt completely out of control, only able to lay there trembling while he fucked you till you were crying out.

his thrusts grew more insistent, each stroke of his dick hitting that perfect spot inside you that made your vision blur and your mind spin.

“fuckk, i-i want more.” you whined, biting your lip as he pushed you into a deeper arch.

your words were like music to his ears, fueling his ego even more. “you want more, huh?” he mumbled, angling his hips just a little bit deeper. “you t-think you can take it?”

“yess, just pl-” you began, but your words were cut off with a gasp as he changed the pace, his movements becoming faster and harder.

you squealed, a loud cry leaving your mouth as you gushed all over his dick, “oh- fuck.. ohmygosh!”

“too much?” he asked, his voice teasing but low, strained, as if he was just barely holding himself back. he pulled you up by your neck, his chest flush against your back as he put you in a headlock like you were some rag doll.

his arm was pressed against the front of your throat, just enough pressure to hold you in place, but not enough to cause discomfort. his chest was pressed firmly against your back, his body flush against yours, his other hand holding your hips firmly in place.

you didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, your words dissolving into soft cries as your head dipped forward. you bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the sounds spilling from your mouth, but the overstimulation was too much to handle.

“c’mon, princess,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “you’ve been running your mouth all day. don’t get quiet on me now.”

he punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust, the force of it making your entire body jolt. armin’s hand slipped from your hip to rub light circles on your clit , the pressure making you squirm.

the words sent a spark through you, making you arch against him despite the overwhelming intensity. you pride flared, but it was no match for the way he had you falling apart, your body surrendering completely even as your mind fought to keep up. “i need an answer,” he said, his hand applying just enough pressure to your throat to let you know he wasn’t playing.. “i can stop if it’s too much. you just gotta give me the word.”

“n-no please! nnghh- dont stopp.” you whimpered, body trembling as you shook your head in his grasp. the headlock held you in place perfectly, allowing him to rut into you recklessly, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust.

“shit, squeezing me s-so tight.” he moaned, planting kisses on your neck as you you pushed your ass back to meet his thrusts, needing that friction.

“please,” you whimpered, your fingernails scratching at his forearm. “i need to cum.” you were afraid he’d deny you of your much needed release again.

“shh, i know, princess,” he whispered, his lips grazing your ear. you could feel him smiling against your skin, the smug bastard. “fuck, just a little bit more,” he said, letting go of your neck to push you back down.

“can you do that for me?” he grunted, slowly fucking you just to keep you on the edge.

you clenched around him, wanting to let out a little giggle when you heard him moan and curse, a hand coming down to slap your ass. “h-hurry upp.” you whined, trying to push your hips back to fuck yourself on his dick.

“you’re too impatient.” he mumbled, speeding up. each roll of his hips had you mewling, wanting to run, the tip of his length prodding at your cervix.

“s-shit, jus’ like that- fuck!” you moaned, forehead against the mat. he pushes a hand against your neck, pinning you down so he can fuck you with more urgency. your pussy was gushing around him again, leaving you dizzy and breathless.

“hah, you’re trying to f-fucking kill me, aren’t youu?” he moaned out, feeling his balls tighten as your essence covered his length. you could barely hear him at this point, too fucked out to even focus. he was mumbling and moaning, sweat dripping down his forehead as he panted.

“fuck, a-armin! hngh.. shit, shit, i’m gonna!” you wailed, body quivering underneath him as he fucked you through your orgasm, crying and moaning his name.

he groaned, giving your ass another firm smack before littering kisses all over your back.

“fuck, your pussy’s gonna kill me.” he moaned, as he drove into you one final time, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you as he ground against it. armin’s hips jerked erratically as he reached his peak, his hot seed spurting deep into your spasming pussy.

the two of you laid there panting, a state of disbelief washing over you. you slumped forward, relaxing on the mat. your body felt heavy, eyes tired as armin pulled out with a wet pop.

armin collapsed onto his back beside you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “did that help?”

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note: idk why but this took me forever to finish, esp since i just started spring semester 💔but since i’m back at school idk if i’ll be able to write as frequently as i do so bare with me yall… hope u guys enjoy this one tho <3

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just thinking about guys who can’t be gentle.

guys who instantly lose their composure when they nestle themself in between your thighs. they’ll grip the sheets above your head before slowly thrusting into that sloppy cunt, already drenched from them eating you out earlier.

guys who’s expressions will harden when you let out a quiet whimper, they scan your face for any signs of pain before continuing very cautiously.

guys who’ll start you off slow, giving you sweet and languid thrusts that will already have you going dizzy in their arms. your mouth will fall open with a silent moan, your brown eyes watering when he thrusts his hips up just a little bit too hard. it feels good though, he knows your body so well .. more than you do even.

guys who’ll absolutely fucking torture themselves just to make sure you’re happy and feeling safe during sex. they’ll be grunting, veins bulging and eyes threatening to close as they get lost in the feel of your sweet pussy wrapping around them. the sensation is heaven, and has his heart pounding right through his chest with adrenaline. and it doesn’t help that you’re crying out for him to give you more, knowing damn well you can’t fucking take it.

guys who finally give in to their desire and fuck you just how they want, balls slapping up against the rim of your ass from the impact of their thrusts. you twist and try to move but they’ll keep you still with a hand on each of your wrists, practically pushing them into the soft bed beneath you. you cry out, but you’re silenced with a sloppy kiss from him, swallowing the sweet sounds coming from those pretty lips.

guys who’ll relish in the way you plead for them to go easy on you, to please go a little softer .. but you wanted this. so you’re gonna take it, all the way until the end. so they don’t stop, and instead order you to “shut the fuck up,”

guys who can’t be gentle, but try to .. but can’t.

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rapper!connie first run in with fashionvlogger!reader was…interesting. you answered a question from a fan on twitter who asked if you could style one rapper who would it be? you replied saying, ‘connie springer, his music don’t match his style. he dressing like a regular hood nigga when he should be dressing like a bad bitch with a dark lair. pisses me off.’

eren snorted when he seen the tweet and sent it to connie. at first he was a little offended and was about to clean you right on up, but when he saw the comments agreeing??? he had to find out why your opinion mattered so much. so the the first thing he did was tap that instagram link. 550k followers. hmm. he seen that plenty of his celebrity mutuals followed you. 

                           hollowsoul

followed by thegirljt, gunna, liluzivert and others. 

when he tapped on your pinned photo he almost drooled at your beauty, your body, and the outfit you were wearing.  you indeed had that shit on to the T. connie caught himself scrolling through your feed as his anemic ass shook ice into his mouth. you sure did have a love for all black outfits. 

he taps on that message button and types in two words. ‘style me’ 

your phone lights up as you stir around the meat in the pan. you put your glass of wine down to pick up your phone. 

instagram 

new message 

you tap on the notification and it takes you to the dm. you didn’t really have a shocked reaction, but you were surprised that he even bothered to to dm you. connie was semi private. he has moments where he’s very active on social media then he becomes a ghost. 

‘sure long as your okay with me vlogging’

connie puts his cup of ice down beside his feet warning his dog, Choppo, to not touch before replying to you. 

‘i don’t mind. you free on friday?’

   ‘i am’

ight let’s meet at the outlet mall on Lafayette @ 1 then. you mind if me, my friends, and security come?

 okay sounds good and i don’t mind at all.  see you on friday x

trust me you were less boring in person. connie was lacking in first impression as he was late to you guys shopping date. 

you didn’t mind though, you were right in dior trying on sunglasses. “how these look y’all?” you ask your camera. “i don’t know they’re kinda cunt..” you say looking in the small mirror. you didn’t even notice connie and his crew walking in and walking towards you. 

“i like them.”

you look behind you, seeing connie and his friends. connie took you in while you were distracted and you were better in person. you were in an all black outfit, of course, and you looked fucking beautiful. 

“they’re cute right?” you smile looking up at the 6’1 FINE ass dominican man. one thing that  also irritated you about connie’s style is that it doesn’t emphasize his face. connie face card was something different. He had beautiful features, hazel eyes, low lids, some pretty plump lips, and he was pulling off a buzz cut like david beckham in the 2000’s. not many people can do that. 

“yeah, sorry I was late. had to drop my sister off to her dance practice.” connie says you wave him off, “oh I'm not worried about it. it gave me time to think of what stores i want to go to.” you say taking your glasses off. “hey it’s nice to meet y’all,” you said looking at the two men behind connie. eren and ony. they weren’t a group but they put out some collab albums. those albums were heat, and was always playing when you were working out or cleaning. 

“we’re starting here by the way. can’t go wrong with dior. do you have a favorite fashion brand or designer?” you ask connie as you walked over to the men’s section. 

“uhm nike?”

“nike..? you know what i’m just..i’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that.“ you say shaking your head in disappointment. ony was laughing to himself in the background cause he could hear it in your voice. 

“what’s wrong with nike?” connie smiles as you picked up a dior sweater. “well first off all nike is a sports brand i’m talking about a fashion brand like rick owens, true religion, moschino. 

“what’s a moschino?” connie scrunches his face and he was dead serious. 

“do you know who jeremy scott is? law roach?”

“are these random white people?”

you looked at connie like he was a little lost baby, pouting your glossy lips. “aw you are so cute.” you pinch his cheek. “this is my favorite part. teaching you the ins and out of fashion.” you smile pushing an outfit into his chest. “go try this on.”

connie found out that you were a bossy little thing. if he didn’t like something, “oh well too bad you’re getting it anyways.” ony and eren enjoyed seeing him get bossed around as he was usually the demanding one in the studio. you had fun telling connie stuff about fashion and how to put together a good outfit. 

connie left that outlet with a new wardrobe, friend, and crush. a very big crush that his friends noticed. the way connie blushed like some nerdy school boy every time you’d hype him up. you noticed as well and found it absolutely adorable. 

“do that lil pose that you do. period!” 

you enjoyed Connie's presence. He was a mix between laidback and hyper. like when he got comfortable around you, he got to cracking jokes. even joking you. picking up some ugly ass cowgirl boots and saying, “this looks like something you’d like.” and you’d just give him a little playful glare telling him to not play with you. 

you left Connie with a homework assignment. learn how to use pinterest and make a pinterest board. 

[divergentboa]

LEAVE A TRAP ON THE NET, ONLY REASON YOU REACHED OUT ‘CAUSE ALL YOUR FRIENDS THINK IM SO PRETTY! — ♡

— never lose me (read here on a03) multi-chapter, word count: 108K, ongoing. "oh girl...they're definitely talking about you in a group chat." — feat. satoru gojo

not ready to commit? preview here (minor spoilers) 4, 7, & 8

extras: cast wardrobe 🛍️ instagram stories 📱 playlists 🎵

+18 MDI. TAGS & WARNINGS. baddie!reader x college!gojo, alternative universe - college/university, smoking & drinking, situationships, drama, gojo slides into your DMs, everyone is messy, typical college bullsh*t, rare pairings, reader/shoko/utahime BFF shenanigans, slightly OOC, whole lotta f*cking, instagram page stalking, Highkey p*ssy 4 homework, non-consensual audio recording (not gojo)

collage made by me, all media sources from Pinterest photo credits to original! divider sourced from fairytopea (tumblr)💕

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this lil headcanon series wil be my down fall. #needdat

by popular demand and since i hit 1k! here’s a part 2 💞 find part one here! art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who always takes you on late night drives if you’re feeling upset. he’ll buy you something sweet and when he drops you back home he’ll always leave you with a little kiss. he doesn’t want his favourite girl being sad.

bestfriend!satoru who absolutely adores the way you smell. everytime he’s near you in class he places his hands out for some of your hand cream and he sits there sniffing his hands afterwards.

bestfriend!satoru who will always suggest a horror movie when it’s movie night with your friends. he knows it’s only a matter of time before you’re freaking out and you’ll climb into his lap. ‘sshhh you’re okay baby i’ve got you’ and while you’re distracted his hands will find their way under your top and start stroking your back and tummy.

bestfriend!satoru who insists on massaging your back when you come round. ‘take your top off baby it’s just me’. he’s working on getting you to take off the bra too, all in good time.

bestfriend!satoru who is so used to you wearing long sleeved and baggy hoodies that the random times you wear something that clings to your figure he all but passes out. suddenly his hands are all over you and to everyone else in the room you probably look like a couple. (just how he intended)

bestfriend!satoru who insists kissing your best friend on the lips is normal. it’s cute. ‘come on baby another one. i’m your best friend’. is using tongue normal? he doesn’t care.

bestfriend!satoru who wears compression shirts around you all the time because he overheard you talking about how much you like guys with big biceps. he doesn’t want to sound big headed but he’s caught you staring a few times now.

bestfriend!satoru who goes through your underwear drawer when you’re not present. he wanted to know your cup size but the pink and the lace got him distracted.

bestfriend!satoru who really is such a perv when it comes to you. he can’t help it you’re like a drug. sometimes he knocks his pen off the table because he knows your sweet self will quicky bend over to retrieve it for him. he’s left with the adorable sight of your panty clad ass, white ones today just how he likes. ‘thank you baby.’ ‘you’re welcome toru.’ god you’re just so cute.

bestfriend!satoru who helps you dye your hair. he doesn’t care that he’s leaving with splotches of black on his arms and hands. it’s worth it when you give him those big hugs with your arms wrapped around his neck.

bestfriend!satoru who is in love with your handwriting. ‘course a pretty girl has pretty handwriting’ it’s all cursive and slanted, he even makes jokes about you writing something for him to get tatted.

bestfriend!satoru who knows you love to cuddle. he was never much of a cuddler himself but he would have to be sick to pass up on the chance to hold you. ‘no of course i dont mind pretty.’ your head lays on his chest and one of your thighs covers his stomach. he could die like this and he would die happy. (preferably he would die in between your thighs but)

bestfriend!satoru who gets upset when you’re laughing a bit too loud when talking to suguru. he knew for a fact suguru was not that fucking funny.

bestfriend!satoru who absolutely abuses pet names when it comes to you. His baby His pretty girl His dolly

bestfriend!satoru who’s always patting your bum. for what reason who knows.

part 3 !! part 4 !!

taglist : @haruhatake @moncher-ire @startwithrecords @ranatherealestsigma @chjinua @whozeurdaddy @sukuxna0 @purp1eha1o

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saying “i know baby” while she’s having an orgasm

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Thinking about Asshole!Suguru with a mean mouth and even meaner hips…

He’d have your face pressed to the silken sheets, a deft hand heavy on the back of your neck as he bullies his fat cock deeper and deeper inside of your drooling pussy, his other hand forcing you into a deep, bruising arch. It’s been hours. You’re utterly and completely gone — mouth wide as you pant and mewl beneath him, drooling while you grind back to meet the furious thrust of his hips.

“You’re suuuchhh a slut…” he huffs, angling his hips downward to fuck the head of his cock against your sloppy walls, “you’re takin’ allll my cock like such a fuckin’ slut—hah, look how you arch for me,” a hand is reaching between your legs to bully your clit, “sound so stupid babblin’ like that… such a pretty, stupid lil’ slut, huh? Do you even hear yourself?” A cruel, shit-eating grin is twisting his lips. He’s so mean.

As you’re fixing your lips to whine dumbly, a big hand is clamping over your gaped mouth, muffling your cries of rapture. Suguru is pulling you upright by the hand that holds your face, pressing his chest to your backside so that he can fuck you closer — his nose pressed to the back of your neck, lips brushing your shoulders.

“Shhhhh—shut the fuck uppp… don’t wanna hear you anymore,” it’s a low, strangled whisper, lips pressed to your ear so that you really hear him, “you understand? You’re gonna shut the fuck up and take it like the nasty girl you are. You begged me to fuck you like this… you got on your knees for it, remember?” A dexterous hand is creeping up your neck, choking you.

The repetitive, dulling strike of his heavy balls against your swollen clit is forcing your tongue out of your mouth. Now, it dangles from the corner of your parted lips like a dumb little puppy. All you can do is gasp and writhe against him, your limp, fucked-out body suspended into the air as he drills in and out of your desperate, slabbering hole. And oh, how you suck him in so greedily in too, like his cock is made for you.

Fuck, he’s going to kill you.

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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: two bfs hehe, bratty black!reader, some serious edging, sorta sub!suguru….yeah ahem anyways, eren is mean, unprotected sex, creampie, a little use of a vibrator, rough sex andddd i think that’s about it///someone requested more bfs!eren x geto and who tf am i to deny them

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“i’m home!” suguru called out to his two lovers, kissing his teeth when he was met with silence. ‘probably taking a nap together’ he thought to himself as he tossed his keys in the dish, a loud clink! echoing throughout the apartment.

he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, body immediately relaxing at the smell of toasted marshmallows and vanilla—a new candle scent you’ve recently become obsessed with. as geto made his way to your shared bedroom his brows scrunched together in worry—did he just hear you whimper?

now when suguru opened the door to your room he didn’t know what to expect, but he certainly didn’t expect was to see you, stark naked, the only item of clothing on you being eren’s belt that had your trembling hands secured against your back. eren, of course, is at the scene of the crime, the sleeves of his compression shirt pulled up to his elbows while he held a vibrator to your clit.

“oh good. you’re home,” eren yanked the wand away from your pussy, pinching your thigh when you whined in protest. he ran his thumb over the irritated skin, giving it a kiss before fully turning his attention to suguru. it made suguru’s stomach twist (in a good way) when eren smiled at him, emerald eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for the man before him.

“how was your day? how was work? i missed you,” eren stood up, walking over to suguru to take his jacket from him. eren was met with silence and chuckled, eyes flitting to your breathless figure on the bed.

suguru licked his lips, “it was fine. slow like, uh, like usual.” silence filled the air once more until your tiny, hoarse voice called out ‘suguuu’.

eren whipped his head towards you, eyes narrowing, “shut up. you don’t get to talk to sugu right now—not after how you acted today.” you huffed in defeat, burying your tear stained face in the fluffiness of your pillow. suguru bit his lips, hands itching to reach out and wipe your tears away n caress your body.

he was the softer one out of the two men—a certified pushover. all you had to do was bat your pretty lil lashes and say his name in that honey smooth voice and he was done for—knees buckling to give you anything your little heart desired. he was never one to punish, shit he can’t even scold you without feeling bad.

eren, however, felt that a little punishment never hurt nobody. if you got to mouthy you’d be met with a nice little swat on your ass or a stern talking to with your cheeks squished together, practically touching noses with eren as he scolded you. all this happens when suguru either isn’t around or looking bc lord knows the second he sees a pout forming on your lips he turns into captain save a hoe.

“what did she do?” suguru mumbled, running his hand over the petal soft skin of your ass. although he hated seeing your tear stained cheeks he couldn’t deny that you looked divine like this. you were ass up with a pillow under your tummy, your glistening pussy on perfect display for your boyfriends. the pillow was absolutely soaked, the soft cotton sticking lewdly to your folds.

eren sat on the bed, vibrator in hand, “tell him what you did baby.” you whined, ass wiggling when you felt the wand press against your clit. eren pressed the toy harder against your pussy, his patience with you wearing thinner by the minute. “i didn’t do nothin,” you huffed in defeat, looking up at suguru to give him your best doe eyes.

eren circled the wand around your clit, dick twitching when you began you hump against it. you felt the coil in your stomach get tighter and tighter but once again, for the umpteenth time, eren removed the vibrator, chuckling at your cries.

“let’s try that again, and be honest this time.”

eren swiped his thick fingers through your folds, collecting your essence before pushing his ring and middle finger in without warning.

suguru’s hands were clenched by his side, too horny to barely even breathe. he’d never seen this side of eren before and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

“i said i d-didn’t do anythinggg,” your feet kicked against the bed as eren’s fingers halted their movements. eren’s face was blank as he stared at you, the cogs turning in his head as to why you were being sooo fucking bratty. “i see…” he hummed, eyes flicking over to suguru, who was as still as a statue, then back to you.

“sugu i need you to do me a favor.”

“okay…?”

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“you ready to talk now? hm? ready to apologize for being a fucking brat all day?” eren raised a thick brow, the tiniest grin forming on his lips as the state you were in. your eyes were rolled into the back of your head, droll falling from your kiss neglected lips as suguru pounded your pussy from the back. you sucked in a breath when he hit a particularly deep spot, your pedicured toes curling in pleasure.

it took almost all your energy to give eren a firm, yet still weak ‘no’. you could see eren’s smile falter slightly, irritation swirling in his eyes at your stubbornness. he gently tapped suguru on his lower back, signaling for him to pull out.

suguru pulled out with a grunt, a shiny pearl of pre leaking from his tip and onto your ass. he rested his dick against your ass cheeks, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip at how soft you felt. eren felt for the man he really did, but you needed to learn, and what’s a better way to teach you a lesson than to edge you to tears??

“why are you being so defiant hm? you don’t like me anymore?” eren asked, now sporting a fake pout on his lips. you shook your head repeatedly, a fresh batch of tears brimming your lash line, “of course i still *sniffle* like you eren. i love you.”

“then apologize.”

“no. *sniffle*

eren let out a noise of amusement, his fingers tapping on suguru’s back. you sighed dreamily when you felt sugu fill you up again, the veins on his dick rubbing deliciously against your walls. suguru pulled out almost halfway then thrusted back into you with a loud squelching sound following. as much as he was enjoying your punishment he kinda hated it as well because he himself was also being edged, and your baby suguru does not care for edging.

“you’re doing great sugu,” eren praised him, running his hand down suguru’s back. suguru grunted out a thank you, his hand finding purchase on the belt that was still binding your wrists as he fucked into you almost desperately.

“you do realize not only are you robbing yourself of cumming, you’re robbing suguru of his orgasm as well. that’s not very nice y/n, sugu is so good to you,” eren smirked when he saw that caught your attention. suddenly suguru gasped rather violently, his hips stuttering slightly. “s-she’s clenching around me so f—hucking hard ‘ren,” he could barely pull his hips back with the way your pussy was greedily pulling him back in.

you were such a little shit.

“s-sorry sugu,” you breathlessly giggled, pressing your ass against his pelvis, grinding harshly against him. suguru whimpered something along the lines of him being close to cumming but eren refused, telling him to fuck you faster, harder. although it brought frustrated tears to his eyes suguru did as he was told and fucked you so hard the headboard was surely going to leave a dent in the wall.

you silently screamed, your nails digging harshly into your palms. “please ere—”

“not until you say sorry.”

“i s-said no—”

“just say you’re fucking sorry y/n,” suguru growled, pushing your head roughly into the pillows. he was this close to cumming, and he’d be damned if he disobeyed eren. it was silent for a moment, the only thing being heard were the sloppy sounds of suguru blowing your back out. it wasn’t until you felt the rough pads of suguru’s fingers against your clit that you finally gave in, crying out ‘m’sorry renny!’ until you physically couldn’t.

“cum.”

you and suguru belted out pornographic moans in unison, hot white pleasure coursing through your veins. his sweaty forehead fell against your shoulder, his hips weakly grinding into your ass as he milked both his and your orgasm.

“looks like she’s still cumming, keep going sugu,” eren ordered, his eyes flicking between the two of you to gauge your blissed out faces. geto whimpered, but listened regardless, his hips settling for shallow thrusts as you rode out your long awaited orgasm.

after giving the two of you a few minutes to catch your breath eren undid the belt around your wrists, rubbing his thumbs over the sore skin. “now was that so hard?” he asked turning you over on your back. he spread your legs, eyeing the mouth watering mess between your legs. suguru was nuzzled into your side, his hand clutching onto your breast for comfort.

“don’t act up anymore y/n…don’ like punshin’ you,” suguru’s words were slurred as he drifted in and out of consciousness. eren cocked his eyebrow, “you hear him y/n? let’s not let this happen again.” you gave eren a weak nod, mewling when you felt his fingers swipe against your folds.

“you didn’t think we were done did you?” eren laughed, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. you ogled his naked chest of course, clit pulsing at how good he looked. eren removed his sweats and briefs in one go, his dick slapping against his abdomen. suguru said a silent prayer for you, because the way eren was looking at you like you were his prey?? oh nothing good could possibly come from that.

“you faced your punishment, now it’s time for your reward.”

it’s safe to say since that night you were careful with the way you pushed eren’s buttons.

[divergentboa]

౨ৎ warnings … overstim, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving)

“o-okay eren” you whimper into your pink silk sheets. you struggle to free your wrists from eren’s hold, one of his hands pressing them into your back.

you’re laying face down ass up on the bed, eren kneeling behind you. you can barley focus on your words as you feel eren licking and sucking you everywhere. he’s being so messy, smacks feeling the room along with your cries. “okay ren, m’done” you sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. eren hums against your drooling cunt, sending vibrations through your body.

he continues to ignore you, stuffing your tight hole with his wet tongue, thrusting as fast as he can. “p..please i wan’ break!” your hands grip onto the mattress, trying so desperately to crawl away from the sweet torture.

you hear eren hum, gripping your hips with both hands to pull you back to him. he pulls away from your hole with a pop, leaning back to look at the mess you made. “why you running away from me, baby?” eren hums.

your hole clenched around nothing, pushing out more and more of your wetness. eren leans over your body, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. “let me see your face” he coos, his middle finger slipping inside of your pussy. with a huff you turn your face to face eren.

he lets out a giggle at your face, your eyes are all watery and your lips are swollen. one of your lashes is also hanging down. he curls his middle finger upwards, ejecting a moan from you. “you always take it so good baby. aren’t ya so proud of yourself, hmm?” he slides in another finger, watching your facial expressions.

you whimper and clench tightly around eren’s fingers. “…cum again” you murmur out weakly. eren’s heart clenches. his little baby all fucked you, you can barley speak. “i knowww i can feel you” eren giggles to himself again. “such a good girl, taking it all” eren talks you into an even deeper headspace. all you want is him, even closer. all you can think is eren eren eren eren

without warning, your legs shake and eyes roll back. “ohhh fuckkk you’re cumming so much” eren leans back to watch you release. you squirt wetness all over his arm and onto the bedsheets. you whimper and tuck your head even deeper into the mattress.

“ good fucking girl” eren drags his fingers down your wet cunt, rubbing his thumb on your clit before leaving a hard slap on your ass. you don’t get a chance to register eren’s words before you fall into a deep slumber

[divergentboa]

Sweet boyfriend ! Choso with a filthy mouth ⭐️

“Yes, god… spread your fucking legs just like thaaat,” a groan from the pit of his sternum, large hands finding purchase on the thick of your hips, “let me see that pretty pussy, baby, fuuucck.”

And you do, achy, trembling thighs falling so obscenely wide for your sweet, sweet boyfriend who mercilessly abuses your endlessly weeping cunt. Not a single, coherent thought remains in your poor little mind, nothing but the sound of him, the feeling of him.

You’re just mindlessly obeying his obscene requests; lips parting almost instinctively when he leans down to drool onto your tongue; pulling your legs to your chest when he asks to see more of you; even tracing frantic, haphazard circles around your swollen clit when he tells you to. Always been such an obedient girl after all.

It’s been hours. You’re nearly crying — sore, overstimulated, exhausted, but you asked for this. You got on your knees for it, remember? Choso could hardly make it through the door before you were falling to your knees in front of him, begging for cock.

He’s simply obeying your wishes, but his mouth is just so fucking filthy. There is a filter that ceases to exist upon the very moment he sinks inside of you. Sloppy, beckoning walls sucking him in so greedily that he can’t help but to mutter the obscenest of profanities, the nastiest amalgamations of words to ever be uttered in human existence.

“Fuck, c’mereee,” he’s pulling your hips up and you let him, his lithe fingers digging so deliciously into the fat of your ass, “such a gooood slut for that cock… taking me so well, so fucking deeeep, god.” Heavy hands hold you still, your canting hips suspended into the air as he forces you onto his cock again and again and again. “Take it baby, take that fuckin’ cock… allll the way to the back of that slutty, little pussy, godddd.”

See? Just nasty, but you’re no saint — babbling disgusting little coos in response to his vulgarity, begging for him to go deeper, harder. Stupidly gaped mouth wide and occupied with your delirious wails of rapture. More, more, more, you cry, grasping for his hips, his face, the back of his neck. Perfect hips bucking so sluttily in tandem with his bruising thrusts.

A gruff chuckle parts his lips, an ensuing grin crinkling his darkened eyes. “Yeah? Moreee?” Choso is sitting back on his heels, angling his hips upward to fuck against your tensing walls. “Such a greedy girl for it, huh? Bet you want me to breed that cunt too, right? Get you fucking pregnant?” Fuck.

You nod. Duhhh.