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need a handsome older man who i can give road head to

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aftercare with nanami after he fucked the guts out of you

“you okay, love?” nanami asks, his warms hand resting gently on your hip, grounding you, he’s still catching his breath, his chest rising slow, but his focus is all on you, his fingers brushing your skin like he’s checking for damage.

you nod your voice hoarse, a soft whimper escaping as you shift, the soreness making you wince. “yeah, just... damn..” you murmur, a tired smile tugging at your lips, your body still trembling, your heart full but raw.

“you went hard.” he exhales, a faint chuckle, his lips twitching into a rare, small smile, but his eyes are serious, searching yours. “too hard?” he asks, his tone careful, his hand sliding to your lower back, rubbing slowly, soothing circles, his calloused fingers gentle against your flushed skin.

“i got carried away. tell me if i hurt you.” you shake your head, reaching for his hand, lacing your fingers with his, the warmth of his palm steadying you. “no, it was perfect.” you say, your voice soft, honest, meeting his gaze, seeing the relief flicker in his eyes. “just… need you now. stay close.”

he shifts, grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand, holding it to your lips. “drink, love, you need it.” his tone’s gentle, his hand steadying the glass as you sip, slow and careful, your throat cooling, your body relaxing under his care.

“thanks..” you murmur, your voice small, setting the glass down, your hand trembling slightly as you reach for him, needing his warmth.

he notices, his eyes softening, and he pulls you into his lap, careful not to jostle you, his arms wrapping around you, strong and secure. “c’mere.” he says, his voice low, warm, tucking you against his chest, his hand stroking your hair, fingers threading through gently, untangling knots with a patience that’s so him.

“you did so well, so beautiful, taking everything i gave you.” his words are soft, sweet, a contrast to the rough edge he had earlier, his lips brushing your temple, your cheek, each touch a reassurance.

you sigh, a soft, needy sound, melting into him, your body sore but warming up to his touch, your head resting on his shoulder, his heartbeat steady under your ear. “kento..” you whisper, your voice breaking. “you’re too good to me, feel so.. cared for.”

he chuckles, his hand sliding down your back, rubbing slow, firm circles, easing the ache in your muscles. “you deserve it.” he says, his fingers finding a sore spot, kneading gently, making you moan.

“love hearing you like this, all soft and sweet after i've wrecked you.” you laugh, breathless, nudging his chest, your lips brushing his jaw. “wrecked is right.” you tease, your voice hoarse, your body relaxing further under his touch, his hands working down your spine, careful but strong, soothing every ache. “you’re gonna have to carry me tomorrow, you know.”

“gladly.” he says, kissing your hair, his hand sliding to your thigh, massaging gently, checking for soreness. “you sore anywhere specific, love? tell me.” his eyes scanned you, his fingers pausing, waiting for your answer. “just.. everywhere.” you admit, your voice small, a pout forming, and he nods, his lips twitching, not quite a smile but close, his hands resuming their work, gentle but firm, easing the tension in your thighs, your lower back.

“i've got you.” he murmurs, pulling a blanket over you both, tucking it around you, his arms never leaving you. “rest now, okay? im not going anywhere.” his fingers stroke your cheek, soft and slow.

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thinking about olderbf!nanami who treats you like a living doll, whos infatuated with every aspect of you.

hes incredibly gentle with you;

brushing you hair back or fixing it so it look just right, helping you put your cute little shoes on(that he definitely bought for you), or making you hold his hand so you stay at his side while out- ‘i’m making sure you’re safe, thats all~”

its even in the pet names he gives you;

pretty girl,

sweetheart,

baby doll,

precious thing.

he used to be so insecure about your age difference, but now(though he would never admit it) he liked it. you liked different things than him, you had more energy than him, you were always in the mood to try something new with him, you taught him stupid slang he would never use or understand, and he was able to teach you things right back;

like how to file taxes,

how to iron a dress shirt,

how to french kiss,

how to properly suck a cock, his cock,

how to roll a condom on his cock,

how to tell him while you were beyond fucked out that you were gonna cum,

he was there to teach you all of it and he loved every second of it. he loved you, adored you. who cared that he was old enough to be your father? he was keeping you safe.

you were his.

short little olderbf!nanami thing i thought of <33 more of him coming soon ^.^

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Thinking about…

cw: Dubcon, not proof read :(

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Nasty!Toji Who loves you so much he’s willing to do anything to prove it to you. So when he hears you start to berate yourself and your looks, he takes things into his own hands.

Nasty!Toji Who starts with conditioning himself to get hard merely at the sight of you, though, that wasn’t hard to do since that was already the case. Now, however, he can’t go outside with you unless he rubs his cock raw and sensitive.

Nasty!Toji Who refuses to let you talk bad about yourself, walking up behind you and interrupting your self-deprecating words by wrapping his arms around your waist and humping your ass like a dog in heat.

You try to push him off, stuttering in shock as you stare up at his smug smirk, forgetting all about the mean things you were saying about yourself.

Nasty!Toji Who sniffs and laps at your sweaty skin, shoving his face in your neck, arms, thighs, and even your armpits if you’re not careful. He’ll even go so far as to pin you down onto the nearest surface, rutting his erection against your ass as he sniffs at your stinky skin :(

Nasty!Toji Gropes and squishes your body whenever he gets the chance, jiggling the flesh as he mumbled about how sexy your body is. If you don’t believe him or try to get away, he’ll straddle your body and whip out his hard cock, fisting his cock to your little whines until he can coat your body in his seed. 

Nasty!Toji Who gets frustrated when your insecurities start affecting your sex life, scowling as you shuffle further to your side of the bed. He scoffs, grabbing your hips and bringing you back to him, his hand sliding down to meanly rub and slap at your cunny, relishing in the little wet paps that echo in your quiet bedroom <3

Nasty!Toji Who loses sight of why he was acting so lewd in the first place. Now he can’t stop himself from eagerly running his tongue over your teeth, sucking on your tongue and fisting his cock against your damp panties while his own desires take over. God, he can’t even fathom why he held back before.

Nasty!Toji Listens to you peeing one night after having sex, and he can’t stop the way his cock hardens at the sound. Oh, the sweet trickle of your piss hitting the bowl and your soft sighs, the mix of his cum and your urine splattering down and emptying your sweet cunny…oh, he breaks down the bathroom door then and there, spreading your legs to lap at the yellow dew that clung to your labia.

Nasty!Toji Who loves you so much, he discreetly slides a ring onto your finger mid orgasm <3

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A/N: i love nasty toji i love letting my mind run wild when im writing

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‘𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: monster fucking; werewolf!toji, light size kink, biting, knotting (twice), breeding, belly bulging from the cum, re-mating (already together but toji likes to bite), possessive!sweet but mean!toji, encouragement/teasing/taunting/praise, light mind break/dumbification, light pussy slapping, pain kink, mostly from toji biting, little bit of blood, toji licks up that blood, Toji’s in a rut, a lotta manhandling, mating press, eating some of his cum out of your pussy, toji is straight nasty and thirsty for you but so soft at the same time, aftercare, kissing, daddy/mama/sweetheart/princess etc..., some aftercare,

𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 2.1k - 7 minutes

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: were toji breeds wife? 🥵

Gliding his puffy knot out with a gentle tug, his warm cum trails after his cockhead. “‘M still hard, wanna make you a mama. It's all I can think about.” Toji spreads your puffy lips, thick cum dripping from your sloppy, sore cunt.

Toji stuffs his tongue into your cum filled cunt. Loudly groaning, dragging the sharp tips of his claws along the curve of your hips. Digging his nails and thick fingers into your hips' squishy crease.

You whine from the sweet sting of pain, your sensitive cunt clenching. Tugging Toji's soft dark hair. “Can't cum anymore!” Toji growls, slapping your ass, instinctively jerking your hips back. Crying, "Daddy!" Pain erupts in your left hip, his nails digging in deeper. Thin rivulets of blood trickle from the wounds.

Dragging his tongue out, kissing your lips. "You think I can't get your sloppy cunt to cum on my cock? That's cute.” Licking up some of the blood on your hip. “Poor mama, so sore, bloody, and sensitive, belly swelling up with my cum." Smacking your cum soaked cunt, whining from the sweet pain. Gliding his fingers in, spreading them apart, watching your hole stretch.

Pushing on your stomach, pumping his finger into your messy cunt. Thick, white cum gushes out. "I'm going to make your belly swell with my cum again." In his rut, his balls make more cum, but this is something else.

Trailing sloppy, loud kisses away to your squishy thigh. "Can't stop thinkin' about ya with that baby." Gently rubbing your g spot. "You've been dropping hints, sending me into a rut. Making my cock ache and my balls too full of cum. Needa fuck ya into a milf." Spreading his fingers apart, gliding them out.

Pressing his fingers together, smearing his cum on your lips. You suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue, a tangy flavor of mixed cum coating your tongue. Toji lines his thick head up, rolling his hips forward.

Whimpering, your cunt squelching, back arching, toes curing, and thighs trembling. Your cunt is too sore, too sensitive. "Needa make sure you're stuffed, make your tits drip with milk." Gliding his fingers out of your mouth, grabbing your neck.

Toji pins you to the bed, hunching over, biting around your nipple. An intense tingling warmth spreads from your chest. His venom overrides how painful having fangs puncturing deeply into your breast should be.

Heat pools between your legs, and a lustful haze numbs your mind, consuming you. Slowly retracting his fangs, lapping up your blood, kissing the wounds. Grabbing the backs of your knees, pin you in a mating press. "Look at that, I'm so worked up I'm making venom." Biting your neck, careful not to sink his teeth in too deep.

Scratching Toji's nail backside, he ruts his hips faster. Whining, your sore, cum stuffed cunt quivering. You're getting off on how primal the way your muscular husband is restraining, fucking, and breeding you.

Letting you go, licking up your neck, groaning roughly. Your body bounces with each rough thrust. Fucking you like he hates you. "I love ya mama, love your gorgeous fuckin' smile, the way ya look after me and cream on my cock." Kissing your bloody neck.

Your sensitive cunt squelches, his balls slapping your ass. You mewl, "Love how you're all mine, your cocky smirk, I love how soft you've become for me." Pulling Toji's hair, clenching your dripping wet cunt. It's beautiful watching his massive body trembling because of your cunt.

"I think you make me hard mama, love seeing you jiggle, watching your eyes roll back when I fuck ya good." Gliding your fingertips along his cheek to his lips. Swiping your thumb along his bottom lip.

Crooning, "Cum in me Toji wanna make you my baby daddy." Trailing kisses along his chiseled jaw, roughly biting his neck. Whining when Toji digs his claws into your thighs, retracting his claws when blood trickles. Lightly dragging his nails toward your cock stuffed pussy.

He grunts, "I'm all fuckin' yours! So tight mama, so fuckin' wet n' tight!" His venom dulls your pain, increasing your sensitivity. Acutely feeling the slope of his cock head down to the soft ridge.

Every puffy vein is thicker in his rut since he cums so much more. The gradual thickening of his cock spitting you wider makes your toes curl. His knot swelling, tugging on your cunt, getting harder to glide out.

Squeezing your hips, lifting you off the bed, pumping his hips faster. The headboard thumping the wall; the bed scrapping the floor. His strength forces his thick knot into your hot, sloppy wet, tight cunt.

Curling your toes, your eyes rolling back. "That's it, good girl, cum on your cock. Lemme feel your sweet pussy clench my cock tighter till it's too much!" Your gush when his knot tugs on your cunt. Your slick drips onto his balls, and down your cheeks, soaking the sheets between.

His veins pulsing, cock twitching, cum spurts, thick and warm. "I love seeing you swell with my cum." Wrapping his arm around your waist, lifting the rest of your body off the bed. Holding you close, he shifts on the bed, sitting down with you in his lap.

Gliding his hand down, sinking his fingers into your squishy hip's crease. Massaging his fingers into you. Arranging the pillows quickly with the other hand, leaning back. His knot is too thick to glide out, trapping his cum inside. The soft pressure of his warm and thick cum is comforting.

"I love being so full." Scattering kisses on his thick pecs, splaying your fingers on his hard abs. Grinding your hips, rubbing your clit on his navel, he whines. His hard cock shifts inside you, rubbing your soft, wet cunt. Just barely rubbing your sweet spot.

You croon, "Wanna make you a daddy." Toji cups your breasts, stoking your soft puffy nipple. Clenching your cunt, groaning, gliding your hand up to his pecs, over his broad shoulders. Gliding your fingers into his dark hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

Parting your lips for his tongue, keeping your hips grinding steady. Fueled by Toji's venom coursing through your veins, made only during a rut to ensure their mated partner could keep up. You can't think of anything else beyond milking his cock.

Moaning, your tongue following along with his. Toji pinches, pulling your nipple till you whine into the slow, deep passionate kiss. Lifting your hip. Barely gliding part of his knot out, sinking your hips down. Getting a little more of his shrinking knot to slide out. Breaking the kiss, mewling, "Does daddy need to stuff mama's cunt again?"

Gliding your sloppy cunt along Toji's big, throbbing cock. His thick cum trickling out of your cunt, soaking his balls, and the bed. He groans, "Such a waste, all that cum trickin' out." Toji grabs your neck to slam you down onto the bed. Gliding his cock out, grabbing both hips. Flipping you over, pulling your hips in the air.

Slapping your cunt, "Need to fill ya back up, break your sweet cunt and make sure you can’t walk." Lining his cock up, pulling your hips back. Filling and stretching your drenched cunt in one harsh thrust. Propping one leg up, grabbing your head, pinning it down into the pillows.

Toji leans over you, putting his heavyweight into the thrusts. Grunting, "Fuckin' take my cock, good fuckin' slut." The bed shifts, scraping the floor. His heavy balls slapping your clit. Your cunt squelching louder than his groans and your muffled moans.

Slapping your ass roughly, carefully digging in his nails. Thin rivulets of blood trickle down your cheek, following the trail with his finger. Slipping into his mouth, groaning at the taste, "You smell so damn sweet!" More thick cum trickles down your thigh. You're craving more, to have his knot plugging another thick load.

He groans, "Your cunt, blood, soft squishy body, and every little whine are keeping my cock hard." Angling his thrust, rubbing your sweet spot, hitting your cervix. Curling your toes, your eyes stinging with tears, yanking your hips away.

Toji croons, "Trying to run away?" Tightly grabbing your neck, the sudden restriction makes your cunt clench Toji's thick cock.

Lifting you up by your neck and hip, getting off the bed. Holding you with ease, his cock buried in you. Stopping in front of the vanity mirror, "You can watch yourself get fucked without being able to do a single thing, but let me fuck ya stupid." Your body is tingling from the lack of air.

Between the lack of air and venom coursing through your body, there isn't even a thought detected of cumming. All you can do is feel his thick cock filling you up. Admiring the beautiful woman in the mirror getting split wide open by her handsome husband.

Her plush wet lips for a pale, veiny thick cock. Loosening his grasp, "Tell me how good I'm makin' my pussy feel." You try to steady your breath, unable to process his words. breath, "Am I that good that your cock-drunk and dumb already?" Rubbing your clit, making your cunt clench his cock harder.

"Shit that's too tight mama. But unnnnn ahhh mmmm you feeeels so goooood." Temporarily leaning back his head, loudly groan. The raspy needy sound getting you off, your cunt spasming around him. "Fuck!" Toji's legs tremble, and he stumbles back, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Bouncing you on his cock, planting his feet, steadying himself thrusting up. Making you meet his thrusts. "Whatareya doin'tomemama!" His words slur together, yanking your head to the side. Hunching over gently sinking his fangs in, marking you as his.

Any supernatural creature would be able to sense the mating, singing to back off. At least they had trouble with someone else. To any human, it's a scarring mark of four puncture wounds you wouldn't explain.

Toji's knot swells catching on your cunt, "I'm so close, gonna stuff ya full. Beg for at least, use the last brain cell my beautiful baby has left. Use it to beg for my cum like a cock drunk slut." You can't you're too far gone.

Lost in the bliss of getting fucked, only able to moan, "Daddy!" A couple more pumps and Toji wraps his arm around your waist. His knot merely tugging on your cunt, unwilling to easily slip out.

Groaning his cock twitching, thick cum spurting filling and stretching your cunt. Your thighs trembling and toes curling, it feels too good to be cummed in. Roughly breathing, leaning back with you resting on his chest.

Toji takes a moment to gather himself. Massaging your stomach, his hand drifting down your navel and back up towards your breasts. His cock softens, his knot swollen, plugging his cum inside.

Closing your eyes, smiling, resting your head on his chest. Toji groans, "That's it mama, fuck you feel so damn good. Gonna have to stuff you again in a few hours. You mind if I wake you up?" During his week-long rut he could never go long without burying himself into your cunt. Leaving you pleasantly sore and still feeling his cock hours after when he comes back for more.

When you don't answer Toji chuckles, "Damn mama, take your time Daddy's got you." He needs fresh raw meat to tear into, the surrounding woods of your cabin are perfect hunting grounds.

His cock softens, his knot gradually de-swelling. His cum trickles out, "I'll clean up for I go, don't even think about bitchin' about it later. You better thank me for being so nice, knowing most ." You're too full to hold it without the full size of his knot.

Gathering your sense of self and thought, "You're cleaning 'cause you know I can't walk." Gliding you off his cock, his thick cum gushes out like your squirting. Biting into your lip.

Your cunt has been ruined by Tojis's too-fat cock, the sweet swelling of his knot, and how much he cums during a rut.

Toji groans, "Gonna make ya swell with more than cum. You're gonna be the prettiest mama." Kissing the top of your head, standing up. Cradling you in a princess carry towards the bathroom.

Placing you down on the toilet, "If ya can't walk, good I'll come back for ya." Taking care of business and not bothering to trust your wobbly legs. Listening to the blankets rustle in the bedroom.

"I don't wanna wait too long! I want to hold you close." Toji comes back with your phone. Scrolling away the minutes trickle by of him putting the bed together with fresh sheets.

Picking you up, setting you on the counter, propping your feet up on the counter. Grabbing a rag, getting it wet, wiping your inner thighs. "I got your favorite stuffed animals on the bed. I'll stay until you fall asleep" He kisses your cheek, wiping the cloth between your lips slowly.

“I love you daddy.” Smiling up at him, admiring the his handsome face. The sweet feeling of getting cared for, after getting ferally fucked has you on cloud nine.

Toji grabs the disinfectant, pouring some on the rag. Lowering your legs, gently dabbing clean the small marks on your left hip. Rubbing your clit, the pleasure distracting you from the stinging of the disinfectant.

“I love you too mama.” Kissing you sweetly, parting his lips with yours. Letting you lips your tongue past, following your lead. Groaning into the kiss, stroking your clit softly.

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Thinking about Nanami Kento who started eating pineapples because he read somewhere that says it makes your cum taste better.

Yes. That’s all it took. One article.

He swore by it like it was gospel. And he’s definitely the type to believe anything he sees on social media—he once showed you an AI-generated video of a cat breakdancing with the most serious face and asked, “How do they train them to do this?”

You love him. Truly.

But sometimes, your man is a little too earnest.

At first, you didn’t think much of it.

“Pineapples?” you asked, brows raised as you pushed the grocery cart down the aisle, glancing at him with suspicion. He nodded, stepping beside you to help push the cart toward the fruit section.

“I’ll eat it. Don’t worry.” he said with the most nonchalant tone.

You snorted. “Ken, you never eat pineapples. Don’t play with me.”

He shrugged casually, reaching out for a ripe one. “Just trying out new things, darling.”

You didn’t press. You just smiled and kept shopping.

But then it became a pattern.

He started slicing pineapples right after breakfast. Drinking pineapple juice after lunch. Eating pineapple rings straight from the fridge after dinner. You’d find him standing by the counter at night—shirtless, towel around his waist, wet hair from the shower—cutting up fresh chunks like it was his new religion.

“What’s gotten into you, Ken?” you asked one night, leaning against the doorway in one of his old shirts. “Is this part of some new diet?”

“Don’t mind me, dear..” he said smoothly, offering you a slice. “Want some?”

You declined, shook your head, and walked back to your shared bedroom.

Then came the requests—“Can you pack me some pineapple slices for lunch, love?”

“Could you make me a pineapple smoothie before I head out?”

“Do we still have those pineapple popsicles?”

Now you were suspicious.

And then... you understood.

“O-Oh... Ken!”

You gasped, your voice muffled as he held your hair tighter, his other hand gripping the edge of the couch cushion. He was on the couch, legs spread, breathing ragged as you took his cock deeper into your mouth.

His hips rolled up slowly, purposwfully, guiding you with control and need. “Yes... darling... mhm—just like that...” he groaned, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through your core.

You moaned softly around him, and he twitched against your tongue.

“Fuck... your mouth feels so good, baby.” he hissed, head falling back, golden brows furrowing in pleasure. “So pretty like this. So good for me.”

You hollowed your cheeks, slow and steady, letting your tongue trace every ridge and vein as his hips bucked slightly, losing composure.

His jaw clenched, brows drawn together, and his abs tensed under the golden glow of your bedroom lamp. He looked so perfect—hair damp, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in quiet awe as if you were divine.

Then his breath hitched. He cursed—low and deep—before he came, faster than usual. Hot, thick, with that slight tang you’d started noticing lately.

Your lashes fluttered, heart pounding as you stayed there, taking it all—tasting him, claiming him.

You closed your eyes for a second, letting your breath fan against his sensitive skin, before pulling off him slowly with a soft, wet pop. His chest rose and fell hard, like he’d just sprinted a marathon in your name.

Still catching his breath, He lookwd down at you, flushed. “is it… better?” he asked, a little hopeful, a little shy, like he’d just asked for validation on a science fair project.

You blinked up at him and raised a brow. “Mhm. It felt good, baby.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured, voice still thick with pleasure. But then, not too long.. “That’s all?”

You tilted your head. “What do you mean, Ken?”

He scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting away. “Well… I... read this article—it says if you eat pineapples regularly, it… um… makes your... release taste sweeter.”

You stared at him.

He cleared his throat. “So I’ve been… keeping track. Just curious if there's some change..”

You blinked again.

Then laughed. Loudly. Almost doubled over, laughing into his thigh.

“Oh, Ken.” you said through your grin, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “You’ve been training for that? You do know you don’t have to, right? Your cum already tastes good.”

He flushed. Actually flushed. “I just thought... maybe it’d be even better.”

“You’re ridiculous.” you giggled, crawling up his body and pressing kisses to his jaw. “And weird. But… weird in a sweet, earnest, completely MY boyfriend way.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Later that night, you found him watching a video titled “5 Signs Your Boyfriend Hates You”, his face set with that same intense seriousness. He nodded along, mentally ticking off the signs to make sure he wasn't doing them with you. You didn't even bother to say anything. You just grabbed his collar and kissed him, harder.

a/n: it doesn't make ur cum taste sweet btw 🥀 ALSO I'm writing some long ass shit plz WAIT (it's nanami 💋)

© [ adorekento ] do not steal, repost, or translate my work.

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ “ONE’S IN MY THROAT, ONE’S IN MY SOUL”

✩ ˛˚ . Tw - Nanami x reader x Toji, established poly relationship, shower sex. Not proofread.

The hot spray of the shower beats down on your back, but it didn’t do a single thing to soothe the ache in your muscles. Nanami’s hips were slapping into you from behind, gentle but still aggressive— keeping your spine arched and your toes barely brushing the tile because of him. He held you up so easily, thick hands cupping your waist like he’d molded you just for this.

“Doing so well, my love,” he murmured, nudging the head of his cock deeper into your slick heat, stretching you with the slow, measured rolls of his hips. “Taking me so good. Just like that”.

Toji is in front of you, one fist tangled in your wet hair, the other braced on the fogged-up tile. His cock was thick and mean in your mouth, leaky tip bumping your throat each time he shoved forward, groaning through gritted teeth like he was mad at you for how good it felt.

He didn’t care about easing you in— he used your throat like he fucking owned it like it was only ever made for him and his cock.

“You hear that, huh?” he sneered, grinding his hips forward until your nose bumped his pelvis. Your eyes watered. “He’s talking to you like you’re some sweet little angel, meanwhile your fucking mouth’s choking on my cock”.

Nanami groaned behind you, soft but strained. “Toji—”

“What?” Toji shot back, keeping your head pinned tight with his strong grip as his abs flexed. “She loves it. She’s making those pathetic noises, clenching around you like a horny little slut. Don’t pretend she’s not”.

You whimpered, your fingers scrabbling weakly against Toji’s muscled thigh for some type of purchase. Nanami’s cock dragged slowly and deep inside you, soothing the sting of Toji’s cruelty with every patient thrust. His thumb rubbing small circles on your waist.

“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered, voice reverent. “Let him be mean. You’re doing amazing”

Toji clicked his tongue and pulled out just enough for you to gasp, then shoved back in roughly with a deep laugh. “Yeah, you like it when I treat you like a toy, huh? Fucking greedy mouth. Always acting shy around me, then sucking my dick like this”.

Nanami was losing rhythm now, his own control losing with the way you tightened around him. He slid a hand between your soft thighs, fingers finding your puffy clit and circling with gentle pressure that made your legs twitch.

“Cum for us, darling,” he breathed. “We’ll take good care of you”.

Toji scoffed, panting with sweat beading at his temple even with the water pouring down. “Nah, don’t let her yet. Wanna feel her throat get tighter when she’s desperate— yeah, just like that. Look at her, Kento. Shit, look at that fucking face”.

Warm tears streamed from your eyes as Toji pushed back in, groaning while your throat squeezed around him. Nanami is fucking you deeper and harder now, big hands tightening on your hip with desperation.

“Good girl,” Nanami whispered. “You’re so good to us”.

Toji growled. “She’s a fucking mess. Ruined and sloppy. Just the way I like her”.

Your knees finally buckled. You can already tell that Kento is closed based on how harder he’s fucking you now, he’s usually gentle but when he’s close— his pace quickly increases, and ends up fucking you stupid with mean thrusts.

Nanami caught you before you could slip, keeping you lifted on his girthy cock with one arm under your belly, fingers still playing with your throbbing clit. His rhythm had turned punishing now, thrusts slamming up into you like he’d lost his patience with gentleness.

“She’s close,” he warned lowly, breath hitching with loud groans.

“Course she is,” Toji snapped, pulling his cock free from your mouth, letting it slap against your spit-slick lips. You gasped for air, lips swollen, drool mixed with precum dripping down your chin. “Look at her, fucking crying for it”.

He grabbed your jaw in his hand, squeezing until your cheeks puffed as he stared down at you like a predator. “Beg”.

Your voice was hoarse and whimpery. “P-please!”

“Toji,” Nanami said sharply, but there was a desperate edge in his voice now, as if he was warning him. He was close. They both were.

Toji ignored him. “Tell us whose fucking holes we’re in”.

“Y-yours,” you cried out, tears mixing with the shower water. “Yours—Toji’s mouth, Nanami’s cock—yours, all yours, please—!”

Toji grinned. “Fucking right they are”.

He shoved back into your mouth without warning, fucking your face while Nanami shoved his dick in deep and held it there, grinding hard against your fluttery walls while his tip massages your g-spot. The stretch was unbearable. You weren’t even moving anymore— they were just using you, pushing into you from both ends, chasing their own highs while your body trembled between them.

“Cum for us,” Nanami whispered to you, “Don’t hold back, baby. Let it happen”.

He pinched your clit and rubbed you just right— you couldn’t hold it anymore.

Your whole body clenched up, spasming on his throbbing cock as you came with a cry that got swallowed by Toji’s desperate thrusts. Your thighs shook violently, hands flailing to hold onto anything, but you were suspended— Nanami keeping you up and secured, Toji controlling your head, both of them fucking you through it like you were just a vessel.

“That’s it,” Toji growled, voice husky and rough. “Fucking made for this”.

Nanami gasped, his grip tightening. “I’m—fuck!—I’m going to—”

He came deep inside you, hot and thick load cramming into your poor cunt, he moaned as his head falls back and kept you stuffed on his cock. You felt it, the warmth of it, and the slow pulse of each spurt. It immediately set something off in Toji.

“You better fucking swallow,” he warned you, then shoved his shaft all the way into your mouth and came down your throat, voice breaking with a harsh grunt. “Swallow it, fucking brat— there you go, good little mouth”.

They stayed there for a moment, panting hard with your body limp and used between them.

Nanami finally eased out, hands gentle as he turned you in his arms, letting the water rinse you off. He kissed your forehead, his lips soft and comforting.

“You did so well,” he murmured. “I’ve got you”.

Toji stood back, watching you both with his arms crossed and his chest heaving. His expression was blank for a moment until he reached out, his hard knuckles brushing your cheek.

“You’ll be sore tomorrow,” he muttered, almost smug. “Good”.

Nanami just smiled, pulling you tighter against his wet chest. “We’ll take care of her”.

And they did.

Wrapped you up in towels and warm hands with soft kisses and whispered praise until the next time they decided to ruin you again. (Tonight)

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STEPDAD TOJI X READER !

Pairing - Toji fushiguro x reader (stepdad! AU)

A Man in My House

--------------------------------------------------------------content warning : Age gap, Stepdad!AU ,Power imbalance, Sexual tension and manipulation, Explicit NSFW content - Dry humping, Oral (f receiving & m receiving), Overstimulation, Teasing and edging, Semi-public scenes, Virgin!reader, Possessive and dominant behavior, Emotional distress / angst, Toxic relationship dynamics, Infidelity, Dubious morality, Family drama

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Chapter 15 - Final chapter

The months that followed were different. You were no longer walking on eggshells, no longer pretending that your relationship with Toji was something it wasn’t. There was no more hiding, no more running. The house was yours and his, no longer fragmented by your mom’s absence. The tension, the sexual undercurrent between you and Toji, had settled into something far more dangerous: a rhythm. It was familiar, but the emotional weight had only grown heavier.

But now, there was something else hanging in the air—something you couldn’t avoid forever. Megumi was coming home for the weekend.

The idea had been bouncing around in your head for weeks now. Megumi, his quiet presence, his sharp eyes. How long before he started noticing things? The stolen glances. The soft brushes of hands when you were in the same room. How long before it was just too obvious?

And you had a confession to make. A confession to him.

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Megumi. He might not have said much about your relationship with Toji, but that didn’t mean he was blind. And if there was anyone who might’ve noticed the truth, it was him. Megumi always noticed.

That morning, as you prepared breakfast—eggs, bacon, toast, the usual—the house felt quieter than normal. It was one of those rare mornings when Toji wasn’t in the kitchen first. You were flipping an egg when he walked in, looking a little rough around the edges but somehow still impossibly attractive. He wasn’t wearing his usual cocky smirk, but something about the way he held his body told you that he was just as restless as you were about Megumi’s return.

"He's coming today, huh?" Toji said casually, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah," you muttered, glancing at him. "I just… I don’t know what to say."

Toji’s expression softened, just for a moment. "You don’t have to say anything yet."

You paused, turning to face him fully. "We can't keep doing this forever, Toji. You know we can't."

Toji’s eyes darkened, a small, quiet tension building between you two. "I know," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I'm not letting you go, not after everything we've been through."

You felt your chest tighten at his words. You knew he meant it. But you weren’t just worried about the consequences for you. You were worried about Megumi too.

"I don’t know how he’s going to take it," you said quietly.

Toji didn’t say anything at first. He simply stared at you, his gaze softening again as he pushed off the counter and moved toward you. He slid his hands onto your waist, pulling you close so your bodies were nearly flush. His breath ghosted against your ear. "You’re not alone in this. You never were."

You leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his presence. But the knot in your stomach still remained, the uncertainty gnawing at you.

---

Megumi arrived that evening, his usual quiet self. The moment he stepped into the house, he looked at the two of you, his eyes lingering just a little too long. You tensed, but you tried to play it cool, tried to keep your usual smile, your usual energy.

Toji, however, didn’t seem to have that problem. He greeted Megumi with his usual cocky grin, pulling him into a half-hearted hug. "You know," he said with a smirk, "you look like you’ve been hitting the gym more. Gotta keep that body in shape, huh?"

Megumi just grunted, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “You’re still the same, huh?”

The awkwardness in the air was almost palpable, and it made your heart race. But you did your best to ignore it, keeping up with the small talk, keeping it light, pretending like nothing had changed.

Later that night, after dinner, you found yourself standing on the balcony again, staring at the stars. Toji had gone out to smoke, his silhouette dark against the fading light.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of Megumi’s eyes on you, of the way he’d watched you both, and it weighed heavily on your mind. You needed to talk to him. He needed to know, even if it wasn’t easy. This secret had been festering long enough.

"Hey," you called softly.

Megumi stepped outside, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. He stood beside you, staring out at the horizon. He didn’t speak at first, but you could tell he knew something was coming.

"I… I need to tell you something," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "Something about me and Toji."

He glanced at you, his expression unreadable. "I figured as much."

You blinked, surprised. "You knew?"

Megumi didn’t answer right away. He just stared at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I wasn’t blind, you know. I’ve seen the way you look at each other, the way he touches you. It’s been obvious for a while.”

Your heart skipped a beat, the weight of his words sinking in. “But… you didn’t say anything?”

“I didn’t have to,” Megumi said, his voice calm. “I’m not stupid. But I wasn’t about to bring it up until you were ready.”

You stared at him, feeling a strange mix of relief and fear. "So, you’re not... mad?" you asked.

He shrugged. “It’s your life. I don’t really care what you do, as long as you don’t make it my problem.”

You weren’t sure if his tone was meant to be harsh or just blunt, but something about it made you feel better. Like he wasn’t disappointed in you, even though part of you feared he would be.

Toji stepped outside just then, taking a drag from his cigarette, and Megumi gave him a look—something calculating but almost… accepting.

"You two are really something else," Megumi muttered, not unkindly. "But just... don’t bring this shit into my space, alright?"

You nodded, relief flooding through you. It wasn’t exactly the warm and fuzzy acceptance you’d hoped for, but it was enough. You weren’t going to lose him over this. Not when he’d seen more than you thought he had.

Toji dropped the cigarette and stomped it out. “Don’t worry, kid. We won’t. We got our own mess to deal with.”

And with that, the three of you stood in comfortable silence, the truth finally out in the open. It wasn’t a perfect resolution. It wasn’t ideal. But it was real.

And maybe that was enough.

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The following weeks saw a strange balance begin to settle into your lives. Megumi didn’t make it easy, but he wasn’t making it harder either. The unspoken understanding was growing stronger. You spent more time with him, trying to keep the lines of communication open. There were moments when you’d talk—just like old times—but there was still that underlying tension. You could tell that he wasn’t fully at ease, but he wasn’t pushing you away, either.

Toji, on the other hand, continued to keep a watchful eye on you. He didn’t let you forget that you were his, even if the world didn’t understand it. It wasn’t always easy, but it felt natural. When Megumi was around, you could feel Toji’s possessiveness in small, subtle ways—like the way his hand would linger on your back just a little longer than necessary, or the way his gaze would follow you, making it clear that you were off-limits to anyone else.

And still, life went on.

The end.

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𐔌 cockwarming toji after a horror movie scares you ! mdni

𝔀arning. fem!reader, age gap, comfort n sillies except for p in v <3 wc. 1,625 ⟢

you promised your new boyfriend toji you'd be just fine if you guys were to watch a horror movie. a borderline dumb, pig's blood type of slasher would've been just fine, except a psychological found footage horror has piqued your interest. toji claims if you were a cat, curiousity would kill you.

and it does bite you in the ass at three o’clock when you find yourself shifting, having to pee enough for it to wake you up. except . . your silly mind decides to flash images from the movie, hell, your dazed state convinces you that if you're to grab your phone and unlock it, your lockscreen will be from the movie.

your heart quickly begins to palpate and you dare not open your eyes, instead you curl up like the aforementioned kitten toji compared you to. speaking of toji, you've stopped cuddling a couple of hours ago, and as far as you know from the pitch black scenario, you're facing away from one another.

it's fine, it's cool, it's a hot night in the midst of spring and sometimes not glueing to each other is for the best when it comes to comfort. not this time, though.

“toji..?” you mumble.

no response. deep slumber. you hear his soft snorts, you even get petrified when they're delayed after one another.

“toji..” you call out again, voice in a higher pitch, more desperate. you turn to face his back—eyes still shut—and reach out to tap at his chiseled, uncovered back.

you whimper, and like a sleeper agent, toji grunts himself awake, head turning left-n-right, confused.

“mmwhat? what?” he grumbles, chest roaring as he shifts to face you.

he reaches out, and you’re glad he takes the initiative to move closer ‘cause you hold onto his arm for dear life, bringing it to your neck like a scarf. his biceps are adamantine even when he’s not flexing them. his calloused hand, immediately cupping your head, is kind.

“bad dream?” he asks in a suspicious tone with a bit of a told ya so meaning. you hook your hands over his muscles, humming.

“not exactly.” you huff shakily. “i have to pee . .”

toji gnaws at his own saliva, voice hoarse from awakening at dawn. “you panicked ‘cause ya have to pee?”

“no, stupid!” you exclaim, a cartoony wobble in your defensive voice. “i can’t go alone . .”

toji scoffs through his nose, hot breath fanning your face. he attempts taking his arm from you to sit up, but the inevitable force of you not letting go causes him to readjust his movement: he wraps both arms around you, unfolding your curled up state, and easily brings you upwards.

“let’s get you potty-trained, then.”

“you’re horrible.” you mumble, yet as soon as you’re scooped from the messy sheets, you vine your limbs around your boyfriend and bore your nose into his shoulder.

“sure . . shit, your heart’s ‘boutta pop out, sweet thing.”

throughout your trip to the bathroom, toji tells you he wasn’t affected by the horrors at all; he kept in mind that it was all acted out, scripted fiction. in fact, there were probably many bloopers and costume-design mishaps when it came to the part that frightened you the most.

waiting for you to finish, he leans against the counter, scratching his ribs, licking the scar across his lips. you apologise for lying about being fine with the genre and he says he doubts it counts as a lie as he pats your head, placing a lazy kiss in your hair.

when you’re carried back to bed, you intertwine to cuddle.

“you gonna be fine, doll?”

“yeah. you’re . . okay with snuggling, right? i know it’s a bit hot for it.”

“heh. you were not this concerned about clinging ‘ta me when we were just fooling around.”

you sigh, defeated, ear pressed against toji’s chest, listening to his much calmer pulse—trying to synchronise your own heartbeat with it.

“hey, now. you’re scared. i get it. if anyone or anything did come out of the screen to haunt you-”

you nestle impossibly closer at just the idea of that.

“. . which is not happening.” he articulates distinctly. “regardless, i would beat the fuck out of them, even in my sleep.”

you hum in understanding, feeling much more content with his raspy voice talking you out of it. “please stay close all night.”

toji nuzzles your side, trimmed nails soothing your skin. it’s silent for a second.

“wanna make sure i do?”

you look up at him, lashes fluttering in question.

“how? do we wear handcuffs, or?”

toji snorts, humoured, and you smile at the reaction you gain. “no. you’d rip me off the bed with the way you can toss around, sweets. i’m thinkin’ about being inside you.”

oh.

“you mean cockwarming?”

“if it needs a name, sure.”

you give it some thought, seconds pass by, and soon toji’s limbs feel heavier around you, meaning he will fall asleep in a blink if you don’t respond now.

“yes. okay.”

“attagirl.”

the sound of sheets ruffling fills the room as toji leisurely gets rid of his sweatpants and you roll down your panties. “lemme prep you, okay?”

you nod definitively—his massive hands meet your thighs that fit his grip like perfect handles. you hook a leg over his waist so he has more access. he continues palming one thigh of yours, other hand hovering over your chest to meet your nipple under his your tee.

you wince at his touch, buckling your crotch onto his abs. a kiss is placed on your forehead, then between your brows, nose, and you lift your chin when you comprehend that he wants to make out. tasting one another’s sugary lips softly, you claw at his chest dully, heaving delicately.

“can i help you, too?”

toji bites your plush lip slowly before answering, “your reactions are enough to get me going, baby. but if you wanna touch, ‘m all yours, yeah?”

“yeah.” you agree instantly. he finds your eagerness adorable.

as you wander down his torso, fingertips appreciating the way he’s carved, his touch between your lega travels to your core, too. he’s truthful—your little whines and so were enough to get him semi-hard. his large cock curves into your small hold impressively. it makes your breath hitch.

“it doesn’t bite.” he teases.

“it can be mean, though.”

true, his stupidly colossal dick has proved itself to be a menace to your cervix a number of times, but right now, its intentions are not entirely carnal. your comfort device will be oh-so-filling and lovely.

you form a fist around his girth. he lets go of your thigh and brings his index fingers to your mouth, “lick them for me.”

you oblige, pink tongue glossing his digits, even attaching your lips onto them. your teeth graze him as he removes his fingers, you’d keep on sucking if you didn’t know the purpose of getting them wet.

toji brings his hand down to seperate your semi-slick folds, tips lightly pressing against your pearly nub, welcoming it in a circular motion. you pant out in pleasure, fist tightening around his cock as you stimulate him so you have him inside you as soon as possible.

his thumb is pushed against your crotch as he cups your cunt, murmuring in satisfaction at your warmth. “you feel relaxed, little one?”

“yes.”

he moans harshly at the way your thumb crease brushes his mushroom tip. you grind onto him again, and shortly after, your flowing arousal makes a squelching noise below toji’s rubs. it’s all so sensual, you almost wish you didn’t have to end the foreplay.

however, when toji reaches down to take his cock from your clutch, positioning himself between your shorter self, the mere surface of his crown lets you know just how good, how fulfilled you’re about to be.

once in position, he grabs your hips—both of your eyes fixated on the contact happening—to help himself sink, sink, sink into your irreplaceable, gooey hole. he grits his teeth behind ajar lips, and as collected as he is, you’re not with your perfect little 0 shaped mouth.

“biiig stretch, fuck-that’s it.”

(you can tell he’s having a hard time refraining from thrusting into you beyond that.)

“oh…” you exhale, feeling compensated. there’s an itch that penetration scratches, especially when it comes to your boyfriend and his glove-fitting size. not having him move or explore your sweet spot is a bit weird for now, though, and your petal-like walls promptly clamp down on him, your body adjusting to the state of being still.

he hisses, “don’t jinx it.”

your eyes open wide and you beg his pardon, “jinx it?! i can’t loosen it. how about you go more limp?”

he looks you dead in the eye, trying hard to keep focused. he looks so serious to the naked eye, it makes you want to laugh, but that would have you squeezing him tighter, so you bring your hand to your mouth to bite your knuckles, pausing your breath.

toji rolls on his back, flipping you onto his chest as you remain smiling. your pooling wetness guarantees him a ludicrous feeling of warmth, and in return, his rock hardness fills you up deliciously.

you lay your head sideways on his chest, fingers sweetly scraping his side as you’re getting used to the sensation.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

you scoff, relaxing as he gifts you by running his fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp. “you’re so handsome, toji.”

he leans down to kiss you, once long, then just a peck for a good night’s sake.

“good night, pretty baby.”

“good night, toji.”

. . .

“shit. we didn’t check under the bed for monsters.” he taunts.

you squeeze.

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older bf kento who is… actually too old for you. not just a few years age gap—you could easily be his daughter. and god he loves it, you’re so wide eyes and excited about the world he only sees gray in nowadays.

and of course the sex is good. he’s not so sexually liberated that he has an extensive set of skills to make you cum quick but god does he know how to worship a body like yours. you’ve never felt so wanted before ken—always trying to find an excuse to touch you, kiss you, fuck you :(

yeah and maybe he does like the looks you get when you’re together :(( maybe he loves it when waitresses assume you’re father-daughter, or your friends think you’re out with a family friend, or his friends pay him on the back for scoring such a pretty thing

because at the end of the day once you’re out of the public eye, he’s sinking his fat cock so deep inside of you that the age gap is the last thing on your mind. he’s not too old to breed you out!

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Xavier girlies! Come get your juice!!

I have been losing my mind editing cards to make the MC black. Here's some for the Xavier girlies. Big thanks to @ariyai for helping me figure it out! Feel free to use these cards however you like!!! Rafayel girlies, I'm coming for you next!!!

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ꨄ︎ Nanami Kento Headcanons ꨄ︎

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

Nanami treats you like a fucking Queen. Holding the door open for you, offering his jacket when you are cold and gifting you almost every day beautiful Flowers. He is very oldschool when it comes how he treats you. He is an real Gentleman and worships and loves you deeply.

Nanami loves to devour your beautiful pussy. It’s his pleasure if he can make you feel so good, moaning his name and bringing you into Heaven. He really takes his time to make you feel things you never felt before, tasting and licking over your juicy sensitive folds while he slowly fucks his long thick fingers in and out of you.

Nanami loves seeing you in lingerie. Especially in cute pink ones. He would buy you many different kinds of cute lingerie that you could wear for him. He loves it so much fucking you in the lingerie he got you, his gaze swooning over your body while he fucks you intensely, holding eye contact all the time and praising you.

Nanami always appreciates a good blowjob from you. When he comes home from for work exhausted, seeing you already on your knees for him waiting to take his beautiful dick in and sucking him till he spills all his cum into your pretty mouth.

Nanami his dick is so beautiful. It’s atleast 20-22 cm long and really thick with many visible veins. It’s pretty straight and he has blonde hair. He is clean shaved but has a sweet little happy trail.

Nanami loves to fuck you when he comes home from work. All his pent up emotions he couldn’t get rid off on the job, he gets it out on you. He is usually very gentle with you but not when he is so pissed off from work. He pounds your pretty pussy roughly and meanly against the kitchen counter, gripping your ass firmly while he takes it all out on you. As the good girlfriend you are you take it like a champ until he gets his satisfaction, filling up your womb with his huge load of cum.

Nanami has a low tolerance on alcohol. He rarely drinks but when he does, his cheeks get all blushed and he is a babbling sweet mess. But you wouldn’t complain though, cause when he’s drunk he let‘s all his guard down and is open for almost everything in the bedroom. Even trying out different kinks of yours. The next day he would be a bit shy about it though, what makes him even sweeter.

Nanami is sooo good with his beefy big hands. Touching and fingering your pussy like a damn expert, gliding his thick fingers in and out your wet hole and his thumb teasing your clit in circle manners. He teasingly licks his finger clean covered in your sweet juices, watching your shy reaction closely as he then slides them back in until he makes you cum all over his fingers.

Nanami has a praising kink. Not for him though but for you. He would praise the hell out of you, telling you how beautiful you are, how good you take his big dick into your pussy. He has nothing against it when you also tell him how good he makes you feel and when you are vocal for him.

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Your first time riding Nanami Kento

Pairings- Nanami x F! reader

MDNI/NSFW- just smut tbh, Nanami calls reader darling, and a 'fuck toy', talking you through it, explicit sex, oral (f receiving) cum play, dirty talk

Nanami falls apart when you're on top of him for the first time, a man so dominant just loves to watch your tits bounce, your face fucked out, lips opening and emitting a gasp of pleasure. Nanami's big hands press into your hips, as you roll on his cock, walls convulsing as your thighs press against his hips.

"That's it, you're doing so good, darling..." He's murmuring, watching you work, seeing his cock disappearing in and out of your soaking wet little cunt, drooling across the soft pubic hair, making it glisten. "Fuck, look at you, riding me. Can you take all of it?"

"N-Nanami... is this... y-you sure..." You're struggling to take about half of his veiny length, stretching out your cunt, burning just a bit, but it feels so fucking good, so good you just stop for a moment, whining then."

"Do you need me to take over, pretty girl?" He whispers, leaning up then, as you brace your hands on his chest, well muscled and so defined.

"No, I w-wanna do it..." He's chuckling just a bit, strong abdomens tensing and flexing, cupping your face as he jerks his hips up so mean then, shoving his cock fully in- earning your gasp. "Mnh! F-fuck..."

"Feel her, she wants me to do the work, hmm?" You're laying on his chest, thin sheen of sweat between you both, when he holds your hips up, cock drenched with your arousal. "Want me to use you, like my pretty fuck toy?"

"P-please, Ken- ah!" Your eyes roll back again when he slams up into you, cock pushing so deep in your slick walls, and he's holding you up like it's nothing, pounding up into you. "Too much!"

"No, you can take it can't you, darling? Be a good little toy for me, would you?" He murmurs, lips glossy, latching onto a nipple as he shoves your hips down, his tip pressing against your cervix, a scream rips from your throat as you shatter, cumming all over him then. "That's it, good girl."

You're speechless, drooling as he keeps fucking up into you, holding you like you are just a little toy, hazel eyes lidded and dilated while you weakly cling to him. You wanted to try to take him this way, but feeling him take over is just too good.

"Cum again, would you, lemme feel you. There it is, let go." Nanami talks you right into your next orgasm, until you're a weak, trembling fucking mess, but he's not done, even as he pours his hot, gooey load in your quivering walls. He has you on your back, lapping his own cum out of you, as your hands grip silky locks, hips bucking up.

"Look how much cum you're wasting, tsk." He clicks his tongue just a bit, shoving two thick fingers in your drippy hole.

"God that feels s-so good..." Your breathy whisper earns his smirk, as he watches your pretty breasts rise and fall, feels your manicured nails against his scalp.

"I told you, you just want me to do all the work." You manage a glare, but his tongue changes your mouth to a slutty O.

"Mnh! I tried to- Kento..." Your hips arch as he laps a string of that gooey white cum up, hitting your sensitive clit with his hot breath. "You just want to!"

He chuckles, looking up at your pretty body, the bruises on your waist and hips, the white cum pouring out between puffy, sore lips, nipping your inner thigh. "Maybe I do."

♡ 💜 ♡︎

I miss writing for Nanami, so I had to do a lil drabble, should write more of him!

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how about we don’t fucking race swap the love interest’s skin colour? as a black woman this shit pisses me off..

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Say My Name | (m)

pairing: xavier x sylus x afab/fem reader

summary: in which xavier overheard you and sylus and wanted some of the action…

warnings: threesome, choking, face slapping, hair pulling, slight submissive/perv xavier, cuckholding, unprotected sex, cum eating, dom sylus, non-monogamy, whimpery sylus, voyerism (?)

word count: 3.3k

authors note: thank you to my friend for proof reading and editing. this pairing is funny for me to write since Xavier has been my least favorite li since i started this game a year ago. but i found myself pulling for his memories in the last two banners siiiigh. of there are any xav/sy loves out there, this is for you,, happy valentines day <3

The sun was beginning to rise in the east while Sylus was just starting to get ready to go to sleep. While you, on the other hand, were trying your hardest to sneak in an extra hour of sleep before starting your day. Just as Sylus cuddled up next to you and you got comfy enough to close your eyes, the obnoxious ring of your doorbell sounded throughout your apartment. Your eyes flashed open and you groaned at the disturbance. Rolling over, you fully intended to ignore the sound until it rang again.

“Ugh, what the hell?” You grumbled, “Can’t you get it?”

“It’s my bedtime, sweetie,” Sylus cooed in your ear, “Besides, your alarm is about to go off. Might as well get the door.”

You threw Slyus’s arms off of you along with a glare in his direction and forced yourself to get out of bed. You shuffled your bare feet across the floor as you approached the front door. Looking through the peephole, you saw who was ringing your doorbell at the rather annoying hour of the morning.

“What are you doing up, Xavier?” You said as you opened the door, rubbing your eyes.

Xavier was still in his sleepwear, slippers on his feet and his hair a bit messy from slumber. His puffy and sleepy face looked cute however, there was something about him that seemed slightly troubled. It was the bags under his eyes.

“Well, I was trying to rest before our commission today, but something kept waking me up” He stated, voice still thick with sleep, pulling his eyebrows together in annoyance before continuing, “The walls in our building aren’t that thick, Y/N.”

“What’re you talking about?” At his comment, you suddenly felt more awake than any alarm had ever made you feel. You straightened your posture and wiped away any remaining traces of sleep from your eyes as you realized what he was implying.

“You’re going to pretend now,” He asked rhetorically, “Like you weren’t screaming another man’s name in the middle of the night?”

You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to shield yourself from his accusation.

“How are you so sure that was me?” You said quickly in an attempt to get this conversation over with.

Xavier paused for a moment before saying, “Let’s just say… I know how you sound when you’re having a good time.” He cocked his head to the side, letting his gaze fall to your chest for a moment before returning to your eyes.

You rolled your eyes before saying, “Go away, Xavier. I have to get ready for the day. Besides, our commission doesn’t start for another few hours.”

“It looks like you could use the extra hours of sleep…” He muttered to himself, “Fine, I’ll go- and tell the Association that you’re harboring a wanted criminal.”

Your eyes widened when you heard his threat. You gasped as you pulled him inside and firmly shut the door behind him. He smirked as you pushed him against the door and held his wrists hostage.

“Don’t you dare-.”

“Gotcha.” He said with a mischievous smile on his face.

“This isn’t funny… You can’t tell a soul that he’s here with me.”

“I’m pretty sure the whole complex knows he’s here with you.”

Xavier’s attitude was less than favorable, but he was right. You lost control and Sylus had no intentions to lower your volume himself. You must’ve gotten used to the secluded mansion back in the N-109 Zone, where the only one who heard you was Mephisto. And that was only if you forgot to let him out before getting into it.

At the realization, you loosened your grip on his wrists and took a small step back. It was clear you were embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I won’t tell your secret.” He said, using his now free hand to twist the lock of the door behind him.

“You won’t?”

He shook his head, slowly approaching you.

“I won’t,” He said softly, “Although, hearing you so desperate and needy made me jealous… I was also—.”

He stopped himself, but you felt your cheeks heating up.

“You were also what?” You asked, curiosity on the tip of your tongue.

“I was aroused… Even though I knew I wasn’t the one pleasing you,” His voice somehow sounded even softer and weaker than before. Almost insecure. But he reached his fingers to your waistband anyway and gently pulled you closer, “I want you to say my name like that…”

He kissed your neck as his hand explored your waist. He snaked his fingers up your back, sending chills down your spine. You placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Xavier–.” You said, halfheartedly pushing him away.

“Yes, just like that,” He says breathily, planting more kisses on your shoulder and biting down on your skin, “Say my name just like that~”

“No, Xavier,” You say a bit more sternly despite your own enjoyment, “He’s still here, I probably shouldn’t—.”

In the next moment, Xavier was suddenly pressed against the wall, waves of red and black energy binding him in place. He struggled against it, trying to escape. He looked utterly helpless.

“Probably shouldn’t what, kitten?” Sylus’s deep voice growled from behind you.

“Sylus,” You said in a shaky surprise, “Why're you still up?”

“You were gone for too long. Can’t sleep without my favorite plushy, now can I?” He smirked before redirecting his gaze to Xavier, “This must be your little hunter friend from upstairs. Xavier, is it?”

“H-how do you know my name?”

“I know all of her friends,” He says with a cocky grin. He ceases his Evol and lets Xavier free, “Not personally of course, since I am a wanted criminal here in Linkon.”

After quoting Xavier directly, you realized he’d been listening to your entire conversation. He was just waiting for the right moment to pounce. This situation was only becoming worse for you as time passed. Sylus knew you had other flings in Linkon, but you never thought this would be how they met, if at all.

“Close the shades for me,” Sylus asked and you did so without hesitation, “And when was your commission today?”

“Uhm, I- I don’t remember…” You stammered.

“One o’clock.” Xavier timidly answered.

“Hmm,” Sylus glanced at the far-off clock in the kitchen, “Five hours should be enough time to recover and rest a bit before sending you off.”

“What do you mean?” You tensed as you came closer to the men again. You questioned why you’d be recovering. From punishment perhaps? Or something else…

“Xavier here wants you to scream his name,” He smirked in the dim light of the living room, “I’ll give him what he wants.”

You were even more confused than before, looking to Xavier for some sort of explanation. He was just as clueless as you.

Sylus reached his hand out to you and you took it. He pulled you in and held your back against his chest, making you face Xavier now. His hands rested on your shoulder and his finger traced the damp spots Xavier left. It stung once he got to the light hickey. You winced in discomfort.

“Does it hurt?” Xavier’s voice was laced with concern.

“N-no.” You muttered, somehow trying to prevent Sylus from hearing. But there was no point in hiding now.

“What exactly were you planning on doing to make her scream your name?” Sylus was clearly unimpressed by Xavier’s previous attempts to seduce you.

“You don’t have to answer that.” You said. Then Sylus’s hand crept to your neck and held it firmly in his grasp.

“Yes, you do. Tell me how you planned to make her cum,” Xavier struggled to muster a response, fingers fiddling at his sides. Sylus continued, “Want me to answer that for you?”

You couldn’t read Xavier’s face. You couldn’t tell if he was insulted by Sylus’s cockiness or enamored by his confidence. Or maybe he was just shocked that this wanted fugitive didn’t off him for hitting on his girl.

Sylus’s free hand snuck down to the elastic of your pajama shorts. He tugged them down just a bit.

“Get on your knees,” He commands him, “Get on your knees and take off her shorts.”

He looked at you with confused and pleading blue eyes. You didn’t know what to say, if anything at all.

“Don’t make her wait.” Sylus said, using his Evol to force Xavier to his knees.

Shocked and breathless, Xavier crawled to close the gap between you two and reached up to pull your pajama shorts down. His pupils practically dilated when he saw that you weren’t wearing any panties. His mouth gravitated towards your core like a magnet. He kissed your pelvic mound down to your sensitive clit.

Sylus let go of your neck so you could look down and watch. He even bumped his knee against the back of your thigh to make you open your legs wider. You whined as Xavier used this opportunity to lick the folds of your cunt and taste you.

“You taste so good.” He muttered into your core.

“Yeah, can you taste my cum dripping out of her?” Sylus said, now using his free hands to cup your breasts. You, on the other hand, were completely silenced by their actions. You felt guilty for Xavier eating you out as Sylus’s cum was still inside you from earlier.

But, to your surprise, Xavier didn’t seem to mind. He licked and sucked your pussy with even more passion, looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes and even glancing at Sylus for approval.

Your internal discomfort started to fade as you let yourself melt into the pleasure they were giving you. You leaned back into Sylus’s chest as Xavier used his tongue to please you. Once he saw you let go a little bit, Sylus wrapped an arm around your stomach as he leaned down to hold Xavier’s head with the other. He forced Xavier to press his mouth against you and tongue you even deeper. Your moans began to slip out.

“That’s it.” Sylus groaned, and Xavier hummed against your waters as well.

You were nearing your orgasm, breathlessly moaning and squirming. But as soon as you felt your release coming, Sylus picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You whined at the sudden change of pace.

“Follow.” He ordered Xavier and he did.

Sylus carried you to the bedroom and teased your wet cunt with his fingertips on the way. However, you could only see Xavier’s big eyes pleading for more contact. His mouth was glistening with your slick and his hard-on was visible through his thin pajama pants.

Sylus laid you down on the bed with a touch of aggression and turned you on your stomach. You liked being manhandled, but it still drew a surprised gasp from you. You turned your head over your shoulder to spot Xavier. His eyes were locked on your dripping wet pussy.

Sylus repositioned himself in front of you so his core was at the same level of your mouth. He caressed your head and face with his hand and gestured Xavier closer with the other. Xavier hesitated.

“Oh? Don’t get shy, now,” Sylus chuckled, rubbing his hand on your cheek, “Touch her, show me how you please her.”

“Why are you doing this?” Xavier asked shyly.

“Because,” Sylus smirked, using his Evol to pull Xavier closer, “If she’s going to shout your name over and over and over again ‘til the neighbors hear, you and her might as well know that it’s still me making her cum.”

You lowered your head as he said that. You didn’t know how to react or respond, but your body did. Your arousal was evident as slick ran down your thighs once more. Xavier could see it too, causing his erection to twitch in his pants. Sylus released his hold on Xavier and let him rest on the other end of the bed.

“Are you just going to stare at her or are you going to fuck her.” He asked, rolling down his sweatpants and letting his cock bob in front of your face.

“You’re not setting me up, are you?,” Xavier asked, slowly raking his fingertips over your ass and hips, “Giving yourself a reason to kill me like your other victims?”

Sylus chuckled. He looked down at you and caressed your head once more before directing your lips to kiss and suck his cock. You placed wet kisses all over his shaft. Once you reached the tip, he winced at the sensitivity.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it the moment you rang the fucking doorbell,” He groaned, his resolve crumbling as your mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, “I figured if you’re gonna fuck my girl, you might as well do it right.”

“I want to please her~” Xavier’s voice was so needy and desperate as his grip on your hips tightened, “Teach me, Sylus.”

Sylus’s cock twitched inside your mouth. Something about Xavier’s plea made him more excited. You’d be lying to yourself if you claimed it didn’t make you wetter.

“Take off your pants,” Sylus demanded, sending slow strokes in and out of your mouth, “T-tease her with your cock. Just the tip.”

It seemed Sylus was needy too, hands tangled in your hair as his raspy voice instructed Xavier. The other man listened intently, following his orders exactly. He slowly ran his leaking tip up and down your dripping cunt. Your pussy, despite being fucked out from earlier, was practically begging for Xavier’s attention. You were opening up and getting wetter from his teasing. And Sylus could tell since you were whining and humming on his dick.

“Just like that- just a little more,” He said, “Don’t give in until she’s begging for it.”

As you heard this, you whined even more. How could he expect you to beg for it if your mouth was full? He took this opportunity to make you throat him and make you struggle to even whine, let alone beg. With Xavier’s tip just barely pushing into you and Sylus filling your mouth, you were overstimulated yet silently begging for more. All you could do was paw at Sylus’s thigh as faint tears rolled down your face.

“What’s that, kitten?” Sylus asked, slowly taking his cock from your throat. He let you catch your breath as he watched the saliva drip from your gaping mouth.

“I- I can’t take it anymore.” You said, looking up at Sylus with his dick in between your eyes.

“Can’t take what anymore?”

“The t-teasing,” You said, prompting Xavier to push in just a little bit then quickly pull out, “Shit- I need it.”

“Need what?” They both asked at the same time. Sylus smirked.

“D-dick.” You admitted rather timidly.

“Who’s dick?” Xavier followed up, nails digging deeper into the flesh on your hips.

“Yours, Xavier,” You finally said, voice whiny and pathetic, “I need your dick.”

“Louder, kitten,” Sylus ordered, “He’s not going to give you what you want unless you show him you really want it.”

“Please, please, Xavier,” You moaned louder, “Please, Xavier, I need you inside me.”

Saying this right in front of Sylus was so embarrassing, but there was something so arousing about that. Not only letting yourself be so desperate, but letting him see you be so desperate.

“Did she earn it? Hm?” Sylus grunted as he put your mouth on his cock again.

Xavier nodded as he finally pushed his length inside you. He filled you up nicely and he thrusted into you at a decent pace. Sylus matched his pace in your mouth and the sensation was quite surreal.

“Is that what you wanted,” Sylus’s dark whimpery voice asked you, lightly slapping you across the face, “Y-you wanted us to fill you up?”

You hummed in response as you are unable to form a real answer. You looked up at Sylus with wet bedroom eyes. His gaze was loving and lustful as he penetrated your throat once more.

“D-don’t move,” He said, using his hand to keep your head in place, “You’re gonna make me c-cum.”

After a few more messy strokes from him, you felt your throat being filled with his warm cum with one last thrust. He kept his dick inside you and didn’t begin to pull out until every last drop was swallowed. He slowly pulled out of you and the top half of your body collapsed onto the bed, leaving your bottom half to be dealt with by Xavier.

Xavier kept his pace steady and his hands safely on your waist. You let out a few moans, but you were still coming down from the face fucking you just received.

Sylus, surely exhausted since it was way past his bedtime, laid down beneath you. He picked you up and let your head rest on his stomach.

“Is that the best you can do?” He asked Xavier.

The younger swallowed hard before thrusting into you a bit faster. Your moans became a bit louder, but you were still lacking energy.

“Like this,” Sylus said, using his Evol to control Xavier’s hips. He made him go slower, but hit harder and deeper, causing you to jolt awake, “S-see that? Look at her tremble.”

And you were trembling then. That rhythm and depth allowed Xavier to hit parts of you he hadn’t in your previous sessions. You couldn’t lazily lie down on Sylus’s stomach anymore, you had to slightly hold yourself up. Sylus snaked his hand down your back and fixed your arch.

“Oh my god-.” You moaned, reaching your hand down to your stomach and feeling Xavier slightly bulging out.

Xavier lowered his other hand down to your stomach to feel the bulge that you do.

“I’m so deep inside you, Y/N,” His whiny voice whimpered from behind you, readjusting his fingers to rub your clit, “And you feel so good.”

You moaned on his praise. This caused Sylus to release his Evol and Xavier began to thrust faster while playing with your clit.

“Xavier,” You moaned, using your free hand to grasp onto Sylus, “Harder. Please, harder.”

Sylus took this as his cue to grip a fistful of your hair and tug your head back. Xavier listened and obeyed. His thrusts were bruising as he snapped into you harder. You were so close to the edge and they could both sense it.

“Xavier, please.” You screamed.

He fucked into you like his life depended on it. Both of your orgasms were dangerously close. He felt his control slipping away as your cunt contracted around his cock. He was whimpering and moaning with everything, as he desperately thrusted.

“Xavier, before you cum,” Sylus started, sleepy voice harmonizing with your moans, “Why did you let me do this? L-let her hear you.”

Your eyebrows pulled together in pleasure as you awaited his answer.

“B-because- even if you’re orchestrating it, I just- I just want her to say my name~.” He said breathlessly.

“S-say it, kitten.” Sylus demanded, eyes lulling closed by the second.

“Xavier, Xavier fuck-,” You screamed as your core feels nothing but pure pleasure, “I-I’m cumming, Xavier.”

“C-cum for me, mhph- fuck~.” He whimpered as he felt you clench his cock and milk him. He messily spilled himself into you, collapsing next to you and pulling you into his arms.

In his sleep, Sylus nuzzled next to you and kissed your forehead. Xavier drifted off as well. And once you finally caught your breath, you let yourself fall asleep as well, you prayed your internal clock would wake you up in time for the commission. Coincidentally, that's exactly when your alarm went off. Before you could even groan in annoyance, Xavier was quick to silence your alarm so the three of you could rest together for a few more hours.

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Nanami as Your Lover headcanons ♡

the word boyfriend doesn’t do him justice—it feels too light, too casual somehow as he treats you with absolute seriousness

there’s a softness he reserves only for you. whether he’s resting his head in your lap or letting you dry his hair with careful hands, these simple moments feel so intimate for him and for you

you bring him a sense of peace he didn’t know he needed. he quickly discovers that he sleeps best when you’re lying on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close, and the thought do things for him (he falls even harder)

in the morning he pulls you closer in bed, nuzzling into your neck and murmuring about how he doesn’t want to get up just yet

evenings with you have transformed his routine. suddenly, he finds time for the books that have been gathering dust on his shelf, reading while you are cuddling to his side

if there’s something you want to do, Nanami’s always up for it. face masks? horror movies? a random pottery class? whatever it is, Nanami is all in—because it makes his lady happy :’)

his sense of humor is subtle but sharp. he loves when you tease him gently, and you can always catch a faint smile tugging at his lips when you do

has a habit of brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering as he looks at you with quiet adoration

cooking for you becomes one of his love languages. he takes quiet pride in preparing meals for you and feels a deep sense of contentment when you enjoy them (like it or not, but if you would let him, he would feed you gladly)

if you’re stressed or overwhelmed, he’ll instinctively take care of you—running you a bath, massaging your shoulders, or simply holding you close in silence

even more strict about keeping to his working hours—not just for the sake of principle, but so he can return to you sooner

when he has the chance, he waits outside your workplace with a bouquet of red roses in his hand, ready to walk you home or take you to dinner

on more tender nights, you’ll find him kneeling in front of you, his hands on yours, telling you in that velvety voice how much you mean to him, and how he wants you to be close to him all the time

on the surface, Nanami may appears calm and composed, unshaken as ever. but the faint flush that creeps onto his cheeks whenever you're around betrays him in the sweetest way. Gojo, naturally, can't resist saying something like this (with a overdramatic whine): "Blushing, Nanami? Should I feel jealous?"

Nanami isn’t one for public displays of affection. he tries to maintain his composure, even when you sweetness flusters him so much in public. behind the mask of calm, he’s restless, counting the minutes until he can steal you away to a private corner and kiss you hard...maybe squeeze your thigh as well...

however he’s ok with holding hands in public (honestly, it is one of his favourite things to do) plus he occasionally presses soft kisses to your palm which make you melt completely…

unshakeably confident in your relationship. If someone flirts with you, he’s calm (but might be a little bit more possessive than usual in bed that night, even though he knows it's foolish to react that way, but he can't help it)

for him, there’s no one else but you. it’s not that he has to ignore attractive people—he simply doesn’t see them when he’s with you

as composed as he is, the desire he feels for you simmers just beneath the surface. he wants you—badly—but he waits, patient and respectful, for you to be completely comfortable, although is so hard to be patient with you sometimes…

when the moment finally comes, his restraint melts away. he’ll kiss you deeply, savouring the taste of you like he’s been starving, his hips bucking uncontrollably 

he’s a generous lover, a big fan of giving head. nothing pleases him more than leaving you trembling under his touch, as his mouth explores you with relentless precision

he’ll fuck you hard but balance it with tenderness, kissing away your tears and murmuring sweet, reverent words against your heated skin

though sometimes, if the moods takes him, he’s not above whispering dirty, obscene things in your ear while he moves against you. his words sinful, describing in vivid detail how good you feel, how tight you are, and how he can’t get enough of you

adores seeing you in lingerie chosen just for him. the sight makes his gaze darken with desire as his hands and lips worship every inch of you

adores it even more to fuck you hard in it, his hands gripping your hips or ass with bruising intensity. his palm meets your skin in sharp, stinging spanks, the sound echoing alongside your moans, as his breath grows ragged, hot, and heavy against your lips. between desperate, hungry kisses, he huffs into your mouth, his voice low and gravelly, muttering just how irresistible you are and how he can’t get enough of you

afterward however, he’s attentive and caring. he cleans you up, whispers soft reassurances, and holds you close so you feel safe and adored (or dare i say loved?)

when he’s had a little too much to drink, he rests his head on your shoulder, his lips brushing against your neck as he murmurs your name over and over again...

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hi, you can find more of my works about nanami ♡here♡

also, you can give me some ideas of what else I should write about nanami please! i need some inspo

[mochikisses]

loverboy toji enjoys showin his pretty girlfriend how much he loves her >.<

the two of you had just argued over something minuscule causing you to give toji the silent treatment. you know your dear boyfriend cares for you, you still wonder if he loves.. you. toji knows the perfect solution to showing you just how much he appreciates you!

you’re flat on your stomach, toji’s full weight on top of you in prime prone bone position. both of his giant muscular arms wrapping themselves around your precious face, your chin resting perfectly in between the crevices of his arm, putting you in a mean headlock as his other hand pushes your soft hair out of your face.

“f-fuck toji nngh s’too much!” you moan, feeling his hot breath flow across your nape. he’s pounding so very deep into you, his plump shaft hammering its way towards your g-spot. “nuh uh. . . h-hah my pretty girl needs to understand how much i love her, right?” he’s pulling all the way out , slapping his flushed mushroom tip onto your puffy clit before sliding his cock right back into you. he’s stretching you out justtt right

“hnngh d-don’t stop pleasee o. . .ohh” your hands latch onto his arm, instilling that harsh grip his bicep has onto your head. you’re nearly delirious feeling his balls slap against your ass as he’s giving you these long harsh strokes. “m’gonna cum t-toji.. fuuuck ah!” you mewl out as he picks up his pace, slamming his weighty cock into your sobbing cunt.

“mhmm, y-yeah give it all t’me, cum alllll over ya boyfie toji- heh..” he grumbles, his balls tightening as your sloppy pussy swallows him.. stroke after stroke. “inside p-pleasee- nngh i wanna feel you inside hah!” your mouth is hanging open, high off the way his thick cock is reaching all the crevices within your soaked pussy.

“inside? can’t tell if that’s you or her speakin- nghh shiit” he’s rutting his hips, feeling you tightening around him sweetly. “i wan’ it! h-hah- fuckk m’gonna cum mmh!” you whine, seeing literal stars, feelin tojis grip tightening around your neck. your cunt is gushing all around his weighty cock. “shiiit girl.. f-feels so good— m’gonna cum in this filthy pussy- fuck!” he moans into your ear, his cum spurting deep inside of you, your glossy lips are trembling in euphoria.

his hips stutter, grinding against your ass trying to shove his cum as far as he can inside you, overstimulating you in the process. “y’er gonna kill me pretty girl- hah.. you feel good? hmm?” he whispers into your ear, releasing your delicate head from his chokehold. “mngh.. y-yeah love you tojiii.. so much” you’re whimpering , tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you wait for a response from him. he slips himself out, causing you to wince, using whatever body strength he has left in him to flip you over. he cups your face before he peppering it with kisses. “love ya, ‘kay?” he stares into your eyes as you bring your soft hands to his face, your thumb caressing the jagged scar on his lip before you give him a wet kiss.

you knew your boyfriend loved you, you just wanted to see how far he would go to show it! point proven :p

a/n : i love sweetie pie toji ughh.. thank you for all the reblogs <3 i listened to ‘pour up’ by dean while writing this, would def recommend :p | not proofread ofc