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Brooklyn Baby - G.S.

Synopsis. Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rock star! AU, fwb-to-lovers, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), Suguru is sinfully sexy and in l*ve with you, Satoru is a menace, pet names (darling, my girl), Suguru has tattoos and piercings, swearing.

Word count. 3.2k (DAMN I got carried away)

A/N. Happy Valentine’s day! *throws somewhat-fluffy smut at you and leaves* 

Art by @_3aem on X.

Also, wild west! AU longfic with someone dropping on Sunday night (EST), keep your eyes peeled yeehaw.

Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.

You did. Your fans did. Hell, you’ve even caught your overworked band manager sneaking a few too many glances. 

And, you conclude, the groupies currently batting their lashes at him definitely did. 

You watch as they swarm to him during open rehearsal, giggling at his pretty smiles. 

Whatever, part of the job anyway.

It’s not like you two were dating. Yeah, a few fucks here and there throughout the years - but what’s one to do when on the road and in such close proximity with a guy that’s practically walking sex? 

Trying not to scowl, you turn away from the commotion, continuing to tune the strings of your trusty Fender. You’ve had your fair share of die-hard fans, so lately why did it bother you so much when Suguru entertained their thinly-veiled advances? 

“Ohoho~ Quite a look on your face there, why don’t you go and caress his biceps too?~” you hear idiot brigade member #1, Gojo Satoru, cackle from beside you. 

If looks could kill, Satoru would’ve been 6 feet under and rotting already. “I thought you stopped writing band fanfiction, Satoru.” you raise a brow. 

“THAT WAS ONE TIME.” he whines dramatically, clinging onto you and shaking you back and forth as if to knock the memory of his Wattpad tendencies out of you. “WHY ATTACK ME JUST CUZ YOU’RE JEALOUS? C’MOOON ADMIT IT.”

You were not jealous. 

Suguru knew you were jealous.

Sneaking a glance, he had to fight the urge to coo at the adorable little furrow of your brows. How unprofessional would it be if he walked off mid-conversation to kiss that pout off your lips?

He knows it’s just sex for you. But - foolishly - every time he held you he could only hope that he ran through your mind as often as you did through his. It elated Suguru to know you were getting that worked up over him. 

That is until, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Satoru draping himself all over you, whispering god-knows-what into your ears. 

The rational part of Suguru knows Satoru is a very touchy person, but why was he so…close? And why weren’t you pushing him off?

Smile tightening into something a little more artificial, he turns to the girls fawning over him. “Well, ladies, I’m sorry to say I’ve gotta go practice before Shoko yells at me again. I’ll see you all in the front row, yeah?” he lies smoothly, disappointed whines following him as he makes a beeline for your figure.

“Well! What have we here, Satoru, are you done tuning?” Suguru pops a head between yours and Satoru’s overly close ones, interrupting whatever conversation you were heatedly whispering. What was so important that you two needed to be that close to talk anyway?

He narrows his eyes at Satoru’s surprised ones, an invisible conversation taking place between them before Satoru cracks a smug grin. “Alright alright. I’ll go tune my guitar.” he rolls his eyes, heading for his electric blue Gibson. 

Your confused gaze meets the twinkling eyes now boring down at you. “Done with the meet-n-greet already?” you question, eyes darting to the group now watching you two like hawks.

The smile on Suguru’s face grows, “Yeah, remembered I didn’t do my pre-concert rituals right.”

“Oh?”

“Wanna help me with it?”

He doesn’t give you time to answer. Quickly setting down your guitar, he drags you out into the corridor - hand tightly in yours and pointedly ignoring Satoru’s wolf-whistles. 

Hallway sex is overrated, Suguru believes - which is why he heads for the dressing room. 

“Pre-concert rituals” his ass, Suguru just thinks he might pass away if he doesn’t get his hands on you right now. Make you feel like his.

It’s not long before the door is locked and he has you bent over the vanity, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. 

“S-Sugu! Why now? The concert- Hah-” You gasp in pleasure as two long fingers probe inside of you, ruthlessly searching for the spot that Suguru knows would have your toes curling and eyes watering deliciously. 

“Fuck the concert, darling. Barely even started and already so wet f’me.” he drawls out over your whimpers. “Wanted you to come over y’know? And save me from those groupies trying to get in my pants.” 

In your lust-hazed mind, you find the words to respond to him, “You s-seemed to - hah - be enjoying that.”

“Of course not.” he leaves a trail of kisses down your back, “Wasn’t my favorite girl.” he whispers into your heated skin.

He’s being rougher than usual, he knows. In the back of his mind he wonders what it was that he was so pissed at. But all thoughts of that are thrown out the window once he presses into that plushy spot inside your wet core, drawing a sinful whine from your mouth. There.

Pulling back to tease your folds with your own slick, he plunges into your swollen pussy once more, easily hitting that spot over and over. 

“Hngh- Suguru, more!” you grind your hips to meet his merciless rhythm, clenching around his fingers. 

You feel as if you’re losing your sanity when he adds in another finger, walls burning as your cunt stretches around his thick rings. 

Suguru was definitely losing his sanity. 

Anyone could walk by. The concert was about to start any second now. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck, too focused on how his fingers were being sucked back in every time he pulls out, your pretty pussy dripping all over his numerous bracelets.

He has to hold back a moan at the way your ass jiggled every time your hips buck to meet his fingers. 

Leaning down over you, he hums lowly into your ear “So desperate for me, hm?”. Pressing the erection straining against his trousers against you, he huffs out “I’m the same, darling. You drive me absolutely mad.”

He feels the way you squirm in impatience at the large outline of his dick, raising your ass in an attempt to get more friction. Eyes crinkling in satisfaction, he pushes down on his girl’s slutty hips, cold rings digging into the small of your waist. 

“Now now…not yet.” he tuts mockingly. 

“Please, Suguru. Please let me cum.”

Increasing his pace, abusing your g-spot relentlessly, Suguru knew by your breathy moans of his name that you were getting close. 

His hand moves from your waist, leaving behind purple marks to remember him by. They wander the expanse of your body - groping your curves, and pinching your nipples through your thin top - delighting in your mewls.

God, you were perfect. He really needed to take his time with you later.

Suguru’s hands, nail polish chipped and fingers calloused from years of playing, finally rest on your face. He pushes your cheeks together, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth and forcing you to look at him through the vanity mirror in front of you. Your dazed eyes meet his darkened ones. 

Suguru was so feral. The man that was usually the personification of grace and poise was falling apart at the seams. His eyes wild and grin spread devilishly as his fingers abuse your cunt never-endingly.

“Look at me when you cum.” he murmurs raspily into your neck, teeth ghosting over your rapid pulse.

You don’t know what it is that sends you over the edge - maybe it was his lustful words, or the way his fingers quirked just right inside of you. All you know is you’re cumming all over Suguru’s fingers, hands clutching the vanity table and eyes locked with Suguru’s in the mirror, mouth dropping into a gasp.

“Fuck! Suguru- Suguru!” you whimper.

Suguru watches in wonder as you ride out your orgasm, using him. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Let them see how beautifully you fall apart because of him.

Finally pulling out, Suguru inspects his fingers. “Now now. That won’t do.” he purrs. 

His tongue erotically licks up your juices covering his rings, still holding eye contact with you through the mirror. He catches the way your thighs press together at his lewd act. ‘Oh? Want some?“ he teases. 

Before you can retort, he’s bullying his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. 

The way you moan around him sends blood rushing straight to his cock. Fuck, he has to steel himself from cumming in his pants right then and there - that wouldn’t be very “sex icon” of him. 

You have no idea what you do to him.

Not willing to wait any longer, he leisurely takes a seat on the spacious vanity sofa. You whine at the loss of contact before catching the predatory look in his eyes. Suguru was going to eat you alive. 

“Come on, darling. Show me how badly you want me.” he grins, legs spreading and prominent bulge on display. 

You take a second to admire the view. Tousled black hair falling enticingly along Suguru’s muscled shoulders, tattooed dragon peeking through where his shirt was messed up. His eyes lustful, and locked on you. 

He was devastatingly handsome. Your mouth waters at the chance to get what so many people would kill for.

Suguru chuckles as you struggle to unbuckle his belt - did rock stars have to always wear such complicated trousers? 

Finally, you pull them down along with his boxers to expose his creamy thighs. Suguru’s throbbing erection lays on his abs, flushed a delicate pale pink.

Your pussy quivers with excitement as you press wet kisses to Suguru’s leaking head, precum dripping down his length to where you’d gently grasped him. A strangled hiss leaves his mouth as you swirl your tongue around the slit. You find yourself lost in his heady taste - he tastes so good.

“Having fun, darling? C’mon now, use me the way you want.” he murmurs, need laced into his voice.

You’ve never gotten used to how big Suguru is. Soft groans leave his mouth as you flatten your tongue and take him in inch by inch, eyes locked with his blown-out ones.

Suguru’s back arches as the heat of your mouth envelops him, hands bunching your hair into a messy ponytail. His pornographic groans echo across the dressing room as you suck on his cock, tongue swirling in just the way you knew he liked.

He can’t even catch his breath with the way you bob your head so heavenly, sucking the soul out of him. It drives him wild to think about how he’s got his lead guitarist on her knees, choking on his cock as your fans wait outside. 

Suguru’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you pop off his cock to take his heavy balls into your mouth, moaning around them as you suck on both erotically.

Shit, he was really feeling it today. 

Through the bangs now sticking to his forehead, he makes out the way your thighs grind against each other for relief. 

You were, too.

If this keeps up he really will lose his sanity.

“As much as I’d love to paint your pretty face with my cum, I think we both prefer it inside, no?” he grits out, cock twitching at the strings of spit and precum connecting you to him as he pulls you off. 

“Need you inside me so badly.” you nod, brain foggy and filled with only Suguru.

He’s quick to lift you into his lap, resting your ass against his pulsing cock, sly grin spreading at the way you’re already so fucked out. 

Suguru feels like he could cum just from the sensation of your juices smearing all over his length, pussy dripping and aching for his throbbing cock. 

“Oh yeah? How bad?” he purrs, eyes half-lidded and already knowing the answer.

“Please. I want you to fuck me so badly, Suguru.” 

“Badly enough that you’d fuck me out there - where everyone is? Show ‘em who I belong to?”

“Yes.” 

At your whimper, Suguru thrusts fully inside you, a moan of relief leaving you both as you finally get what you’ve been craving for. 

“Shit, so tight. Always so good for me, darling.”

Once you start, it’s hard to stop, Suguru finds. 

It happened when he first fucked you in high school - in his car after your first show, running on adrenaline and teenage hormones. And, years later, it’s happening now as he sheathes himself in your wet cunt. 

He just can’t get enough.

He fucks you animalistically, cock ramming in and out of your hole in a way that makes it feel like you’re missing something without him. Nothing in the world other than your two connected bodies. He feels you clamping down on him deliciously, ego growing at you struggling to accommodate his size. 

“F-fuck, darling. Hah- It’s s’tight. Take it like my good girl.”

“Hngh- Suguru, faster!” you groan, fingers delicately playing with the nipple piercings peeking out of his barely-buttoned shirt, euphoric at his drawn-out moans. 

Unlike Satoru - who takes off his shirt every chance he gets onstage - Suguru was one to shy away from showing skin, slutty piercings and tattoos hidden to the world. It just makes it all the more satisfying as you lick a long stripe along the dragon on his shoulder. 

Feels like your little secret. You wanted to be the only one to see this ethereal sight.

“Ah- So good, darling.” Suguru leans back, allowing you more room to play with him as you please. Cock twitching - so close - as you bore into his eyes, sucking his flashy piercings. 

He ramps up his pace, bouncing you on his cock in a way that was carnal. It was so feral, the way his balls sting as they smack your ass, a ring of spit and precum forming around his base. 

His cock aches for release, but he wants to see you cum first. His pretty girl, cumming all over his throbbing cock.

You pull yourself off his swollen nipples and attach your mouth with his, tongues swirling sensually as he kisses you like he needed you to breathe. 

He’s almost as unforgiving with his mouth as he is with his cock. Almost.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“YOOO I don’t know if ‘pre-concert rituals’ was a code-word for something else but we’re on in twenty minutes.” the unmistakable voice of Suguru’s best friend - and occasional bane-of-his-existence - made you two jump apart. 

“The ultimate cockblock.” Suguru sighs out - his pace, however, does not slow down. Each harsh thrust makes it difficult to muffle your yelps of pleasure from Satoru, who was still calling for you two from outside.

Noticing your predicament, Suguru grins dangerously. “Oh? My poor girl finds it hard to stop her moans? Aww, better try harder unless you want dear Satoru finding out.” he mocks in your ear. 

Both humiliated and turned on by his words, your dripping pussy clenches around his cock. He lets out a choked-up groan, biting hard into the crook of your neck to stop it.

A satisfied smile spreads across your face, “Who should try harder now, Suguru?”

Ah, perfect. You were perfect, perfect for him.

As Satoru’s yells about “cutting a chunk out of Suguru’s pay” disappear across the hallway, both of you let out exhales of relief.

“Dangerous game you played there, mister.” you raise a brow, teasingly.

He chuckles out, before pulling you to him closer by the waist. Lips ghosting over your own, he whispers “Only with you, my darling.” 

Slightly more clear-headed but still dripping with lust, you meet the bounce of Suguru’s hips with your own. Eyes still locked with yours, he stuffs you with every inch - tip kissing your cervix so painfully good. 

The steady slapping of skin and synchronized moans fill the room, blocking out the cheering of the audience awaiting your band. 

Yet, the air crackled with something different this time. For the first time, it didn’t just feel like just mindless fucking.

Bite mark on your neck stinging, you could feel Sugurus heartbeat thundering under your touch - synchronized with your own.

In this moment it felt like just you two in this world. 

You wanted to be the only one in his world. Not his fangirls, not some manager, not anyone else. 

Maybe that was the reason for your courage, feeling like everything has finally come to a boiling point. 

“S-Suguru.” you breathe out as you feel yourself getting closer. 

“Mhm?” brows furrowed, he looks up at you with a tenderness in his eyes that does not translate to the merciless cadence of his hips. 

“Be mine.”

And that’s all Suguru ever wanted. 

With a final hard thrust of his cock, he pulls you into a searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. He cums in hot spurts, thick ropes of seed filling your quivering cunt. It was feral - and it made you feel like his. 

Suguru’s seed drips down the side of his length, forming a white ring at his base as he fucks it deeper into you, letting you ride out your highs together.

As your climaxes bate, he buries his face in your neck, kissing softly over the mark from before. “To be yours is everything I could ever want, darling.” he breathes out, hugging you closer as if to hide this vulnerable moment. But you feel the heat of his cheeks on your skin.

Embracing him, you gather his beautiful black locks in your hand, fingers deftly taking the hair tie around your wrist to tie his long hair into a messy ponytail. 

Pulling back, you admire Suguru’s angelic features. Face flushed, lips swollen, and dark eyes half-lidded as he stares up at you in surprise.

“Wanted to see your pretty face.” you huff out a low laugh.

The expression on Suguru’s face is indescribable, such pure adoration in his eyes. 

Voice low, he murmurs words meant only for you, “I…I’m in lov-” 

“HEYYY I’m serious, stop doing the devil’s tango and GET THE FUCK OUT.” Satoru’s voice bellows once again through the door, shattering the little bubble you and Suguru had found refuge in.

“Ah- um-”

“You-”

Both of you stammer out at once, chuckling at how shy you were acting with one another even after all that had transpired in this room.

“We should probably go, before Satoru and Shoko pop a blood vessel.” Suguru jokes. You laugh out in agreement as he carries you tenderly to the washroom, his interrupted words weighing heavily on both your minds. It’s okay, you have time. 

Rapidly cleaned up and dressed, Suguru stops, a hand on the dressing room doorknob. “”Hey..” he starts almost-hesitantly, “After the concert, would you maybe want to-”

“Yes.” you interrupt, excitement lacing your voice. 

Chuckling in pure euphoria as you both exit, your smiles turn more sheepish as you’re faced with a bored-looking Shoko and an impatient Satoru tapping his foot. “You horny lil’ fuckers almost missed the show, think of my poor fans~” he exclaims, though the glee in his eyes at your intertwined hands was very evident.

“Hope the sex was good at least.” Shoko drones out, eyes flitting over your guilty flushed faces. 

‘Oh yeah, and Suguru - next time you dump your fangirls on me, I chop your balls off.“ she chirps out, pointing her drumsticks threateningly at his neck as you all head back.

Blinding lights. 

Deafening screams.

Hair pulled into a messy ponytail, he was fatally beautiful onstage.

Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. 

But he only wanted to fuck you.

A/N. MMMMM long-haired men.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[nysrevenge]

fatal attraction..

Ghostface Armin Arlert x Black Witch Reader

18+ only.

warnings: minnie is psycho & stalker ish, murder (not reader), possessive, mention of branding, minnie has a big d!ck!

a/n: i just wanna say that scenario is crazy, but it’s armin!!!

New York City, renowned as the place where dreams come true, the city that never sleeps, but also, unfortunately, the city where danger lurks. Recent events have shaken the East Side with a series of gruesome murders, each marked by the presence of a Ghostface mask. Residents, be vigilant: lock your doors, stay armed, and avoid deserted alleyways. Let’s unite to ensure the safety of our beloved city.

Armin remained indifferent as he listened to the static emanating from the car radio, his expression unmoved. Tsk. As if that would save them. On that dark night, a vast moon cast its glow across the sky. A faint swoosh of cold water could be heard from the harbor directly beneath the Brooklyn Bridge. The cream-colored 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air he had stolen roughly 20 minutes earlier emitted a creaking sound before finally coming to a stop.

He forcefully shut the fragile car door before moving deliberately to the other side. With swift motion, he dragged the unconscious, thin man, securely bound in the passenger seat, onto the freshly laid cement pavement. Two sharp punches to the face jolted the man awake.

“Damn it!” The man grimaced, holding his now bloody nose. “Listen, I’ve got about a grand in my wallet. Just take it! Please, I haven’t done anything!” Armin listened to the desperate pleas, his oceanic eyes rolling in irritation. He contemplated shutting the man up with another punch. With a sigh, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards the edge of the dock.

“D’you want to know why you’re here?” Armin coolly asks, unfazed by the tears the man started dropping. His patience was wearing thin; just looking at his face made him itch to kill him.

“N-no! Please, I just started college! I have-” Armin lands another punch on his jaw, a resounding crack at his sheer force echoing across the empty dock. The man groans as his eyes twitch slowly, open and close. Armin crouches down, bringing himself to eye level with the man on the ground, his gaze fixed on the screwed-up, bloodied, frowned face.

“Does the name Y/n L/n ring a bell to you? You wouldn’t like the outcome if you lie, so try not to.” He asks yet another question with a flat face. The man looks up with a shaky breath; in fact, his entire body is shaking. He nods, trembling.

Armin gives a hum, “I thought it did. Do you remember the interaction with her just yesterday?” He calmly tuts, tilting the man’s semi-dislocated jaw as if examining him.

“L-Listen-” The man gets cut off again with a forceful grip on the same jaw. He cries out at the pain.

“Think about your next words, Porco.” His voice deepens by an octave, and Armin’s demeanor is noticeably less composed this time, his anger slipping beyond his control.

“I was high out of my mind, man! I don’t- I don’t remember anything!” The dirty blonde-haired man sobs. He was petrified for his life. Tonight, Armin wasn’t even adopting his other persona, Ghostface; he was acting solely as himself. He didn’t want the police to suspect —what could he even call her?

The woman he stalks every day? The woman he kills for?The woman who causes him to beat his dick red every night at just her aroma? The woman he craved incessantly, day in and day out? The woman he’s in love with? 

“No? That’s okay, I’d love to refresh your memory.” The moment Porco gazes up in desperation, his breath catches at the sight of a knife—the same knife he had seen on TV after the news reporter detailed yet another gruesome murder by the man in a ghost mask. Am I about to die? That same thought again and again was at the forefront of his mind; it was a broken record.

“You approached her pretty arrogantly, might I add. You tried to take her home, but naturally, she denied. You got upset,” Armin drags the knife slowly against the blue vein on his neck. Lightly grazing, barely applying any pressure to make a mark. He draws closer to the petrified man.

“You touched her.” He seethes. “But my girl is strong and pretty special, too. So, she handled you. I’m sure you remember that, there’s the bruise right here to prove it.” He applies pressure with the tip of the knife to a purple bruise on the left side of his throat. A slow trickle of blood falls down the inside of Porco’s shirt. 

“S-She already made me apologize, man. I don’t k-know how many times I can say sorry-” The sound of gurgling pierced the stillness. Armin, tired of listening, drove the infamous Bowie Knife into the man’s neck, then glanced to the side. 

The man feebly tried to grab Armin’s arm; he was nowhere near stronger, though, and once Armin twisted the knife, the struggle abruptly stopped. He pushed the knife deeper. Porco, too deeply penetrated, fell limp on the ground.

Armin paused, taking out his phone to check the time. ‘10:47’ Shit. It was almost time to check on his girl. He still had one more kill left before he saw her again tonight. He swiftly pulled out the knife from the dead man’s neck and kicked him right into the freezing water below. This was one kill he didn’t want Ghostface to be responsible for.

This next kill, though, he did. He strolled over to the classic car, retrieved the black hood and cloak with jagged edges, and draped it over himself. The ghost mask rested on the leather seats, its eyes fixed on him under the moonlight. With a slight smirk on his pink lips, he picked it up and disappeared into the night.

Quite to the contrary, New York wasn’t your birthplace. Your parents were esteemed practitioners of witchcraft in Cap Haitian, Haiti, renowned for their formidable abilities throughout the country. However, their prominence also drew numerous adversaries. When you were born, they resolved to shield you from the harsh realities of their world and allow you a childhood free from the burdens of survival. Thus, they made the decision to move to the mystical city of New Orleans.

There, they taught you their practices. Every day was dedicated to honing your powers, relentlessly training until you surpassed both of them following their passing. Despite possessing the ability to prolong their lives, your parents chose to embrace their human existence and concluded that their time on Earth had reached its fulfillment.

The pain was too bearing for you, and so you decided to move to The Big Apple. Impulsive decision on your part, really; you just wanted to get away. But your life in New York proved to be incredibly peaceful, your only concerns being your powers and the three cats you lived with. 

It started off being peaceful, but your beauty unfortunately came with repercussions, too. With senses finely attuned, you remained acutely aware of your surroundings, quickly detecting a figure shadowing your every move. At first, you believed he was stalking you with intentions of abduction, and though you suspected he was a killer, three months passed without him making any advances towards you.

It was a game. You noticed him watching you closely, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was aware of your awareness as well. Armin knew you wouldn’t address him first, and he was fine with just stalking you. But Armin was just a man. A man who got captivated by your beauty every time he saw you. A man who noticed that killing everyone who approached you would be a never-ending task. A man who made the consecutive decision to claim you instead.

Claims come in different forms, Armin knew that. He could brand you, permanently etching his name into your body so you knew you were his. He could mark you, letting the world know he was the only one who had the pleasure of painting your skin like a canvas. His favorite idea so far was to dump his seed past your pretty brown pussy lips daily. 

Would you let him? Who were you kidding? You were aware of someone monitoring your movements nearly around the clock, yet you still chose to wet your sheets almost every week with the help of your Rose toy. He’ll make sure to punish you for that. The only time he ever wanted you to come was with him. You even leave your windows open as if inviting him to perform such a task. He knows you’re not stupid; your actions had a purpose.

You sat on your silk cream sheets, arranging your supplies and ingredients for another round of setting up a protection spell. The lavender and rose sage aroma filled the air, leaving a potent scent of smoke in the background. You were genuinely fatigued from constantly performing various iterations of the same spell each day. Why weren’t they working?

Black salt, Rosemary, Cinnamon, Bay Leaves, Mint, and Sage ashes. With the black salt, you draw a circle around you and light tall black candles in the dim light of your room. You start chanting. 

Elements of the moon,

Elements of the night,

Come this way

And grant me with your might.

Powers of night and day,

I summon thee,

I call upon thee,

To protect me.

So shall it be.

The flames coming from the candle become stronger, whooshing rapidly. An unseen gust extinguishes the flames and sends the sand you placed around you swirling into the air. Huh? That wasn’t supposed to happen. That shouldn’t have happened. Why the fuck did that happen?

As rustling outside your window catches your attention, you glance sharply but see nothing. Returning your focus to your sacred space, you raise your hand, ready to relight the candles, only to be halted by a gentle yet commanding voice.

“You look pretty tonight, Y/n,” Armin catches your attention as he stands from behind your closet door. You had yet to spot him. You understood the importance of maintaining composure and clarity in moments like these. The awareness of being followed had long been present, ever since it began. The protective spells were intended to deter him, yet frustration mounted as they proved ineffective against his persistence.

Armin wasn’t really thinking of any of that; rather, he fixated on how the red robe you wore accentuated the curves of your ample chest. The way you knelt emphasized the softness of your thighs, he wanted to drown in between them. 

“Come out. You’ve stalked me enough,” Your honeyed voice calls out. You survey the room, your gaze shifting from the cabinet housing your altar to your queen-sized bed and then to the wooden door of your walk-in closet. Your gaze settled on there a few seconds longer before shifting away.

You hear a small chuckle, and your frown only deepens, “The fuck is funny?” You’re about to get up from your position on your carpeted floor, only to be stopped by a large hand on your shoulder. When did he even move? Armin sits on the edge of your bed, eyes taking in every inch of you. When he firmly presses down to keep you still, your breath hitches.

You sense his presence drawing closer, the fabric of your silk robe brushing against him. Though you didn’t know what he looked like, his energy alone had you on the verge of surrender, prepared to relinquish control of your mind to him. You always knew you weren’t normal. After all, you are a witch. Getting sticky from a man that smelled like Baccarat Rouge 540 and commanded attention from just aura alone, though? That was beyond you.

“Relax, love.” He whispered gently in your ear, as if not to scare you. You were anything but. Your nerves were racking up in a different way, and small tears of sweat were forming on the inside of your pressed thighs. You had no panties on, and when Armin leaned down into the crook of your neck to smell you, his eyes caught sight of this.

“E-excuse me? Nigga if you don’t-” You continued to resist and shuffle out of his grip, and Armin understood the reason behind it. Your pride stood as a barrier to your surrender, but he remained undeterred. He’ll break you soon enough. 

He silenced you abruptly with a firm grip on your delicate throat. He couldn’t afford to lose his cool with you—not unless he was fucking up your insides. You weren’t in control here. And the problem was, you still thought you were.

“That’s wasn’t nice. Be nice, Y/n.” He squeezed tightly, restricting your airway a bit. You knew you weren’t normal when you felt a long trickle of your slick slip down the side of your soft brown flesh at the action.

“I want you, y’know? I think-” He pauses and sucks in a breath when he brushes his nose right against your sweet spot. You shudder. “I think I like you?” He seems confused himself, Armin really never felt this way before. He couldn’t even describe precisely what he was feeling with accuracy. Infatuation? Obsession? Devotion? He doesn’t know, but what he does know is that he would gladly offer you the world on the finest silver platter if you so desired.

“I’d like to show you. I want to give you everything I’ve been feeling for the past three months. Let me, baby.” He tilts your head in his direction, your lips a hair away from each other. When you steal a glance at his face, your slick only gets heavier. Fuck, he was pretty. His porcelain face is adorned with small dried splatters of blood, his oceanic eyes framed by long, hooded lashes, and his medium-length blond hair gently brushing against your cheeks.

This wasn’t a good idea, you knew that. Armin couldn’t share the moral compass you thinly held onto because he was just so consumed. He was entirely taken by you, believing that you might have staked a claim on him before he had the chance to do the same to you.

Any doubts and moral compass you held vanish through your half-opened window as he tenderly presses his pink lips against your full ones. Initially gentle, as if testing your response, he gradually presses harder when you offer no resistance, deepening it with intimacy.

You gasp when he squeezes your throat once more, allowing him to slip his skillful tongue into yours. The force of his kiss caused you to moan out in slight desperation. He smiles at this without pulling away from your addictive lips. He presses into you even more.

The way you gave in so easily felt completely out of your will, this wasn’t like you. You usually had more self-control, but before you even caught a glance at this man, he had you captivated. There was something about him, the mystery he held, the danger that clinched onto him just by breathing. It made you curious, eager to know more about the man who didn’t bother to hide his intense desire for you. And you alone.

Armin had a reputation for his patience, remaining consistently composed and collected. But, you and your perfect face had a way of unsettling him, causing him to act out of character with every move you made. He was keenly aware of this, finding himself compelled to do things for you that he had never considered doing for anyone else. Tonight, he learned that patience might not be his strong suit anymore.

Your skin felt like it was being electrified as his right hand traced a slow path down your body. Starting from your neck, trailing down to the center of your chest, and finally arriving at the fat of your pussy. You almost instantly grind against his middle finger, wanting him to do more. 

He noticed of course, he noticed everything about you. “I want you to beg, baby. Can you do that for me?” His whisper makes you shake in anticipation. You were wet, dripping all over the fabric of your carpet.

“P-Please-” You abruptly cut your whimpers off, realizing something that had completely slipped your mind: you didn’t even know his name. You snapped back into reality in a split second, struck by this realization.

Once more, he noticed. “It’s Armin. Moan it real pretty for me, kay?” The way he knew what you were thinking made you less hesitant to give him what he wanted you. What made your control slip was when he slid his finger down to the top of your sopping clit and rubbed lightly, enough pressure to make you squirm. He liked teasing you.

“S-Stop teasing- Ah!” He shuts you up when he presses two fingers harder, his rubbing making tight circles. Your breathing starts getting heavier at the bliss he’s making you feel.

The blonde asshole only smugly tutted at you, “What was that? I didn’t hear you beg, Y/n. Come on, you’re a smart girl.” 

He was teasing as if his heart wasn’t beating outside of his chest, just being this close to you. He was internally scrambling at how your slick was so much it fell off his fingers. He wanted to taste you. He wanted you to beg so he could taste you. 

You would’ve kept quiet, not feeding into his antics. But, he made you feel so.. good. The way his fingers rubbed up and down your slit, not quite going inside your tight walls. His rapid kisses all over your face and down your neck. The way you could feel his print, pressing heavily on your silk fabric. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please just- Shit. T-Touch me, Min.” He groans and exhales sharply at the name your blank mind mustered. Min. You called him Min.

Without warning, Armin hoists you up from the floor and gently places you onto your ice-cold sheets. Lying on your back, your red robe barely clung to your brown skin. You were completely exposed to him, your freshly painted white toenails grazing his shoulders, your soft thighs spread so that sticky pussy was on full display for him.

You must’ve been an angel or a goddess that he’d gladly worship. He could make a religion out of loving you, you were just that enchanting. He leans into your inner thigh and presses a kiss. It burns your skin. He presses another kiss, this time on your twinkling pearl. You jolt.

Maybe teasing wasn’t the best option for him. His erection was painfully hard in his black sweats, his impatient longing hidden from you as he bucks on the edge of your bed. You were too busy choking out pitiful cries when his lips latched onto your sweet nectar. “Oh, fuck!”

You started to feel hazy, your heart pounding and your brown eyes dazed at all the attention he was giving your pussy. Your hip began to spasm and twitch when he sucked harder, teasing your creamy opening with his long finger. 

“Say my name, mama. You remember it, right?” His husky plea fills the air. This time, you didn’t hesitate to let anyone within a 5-mile radius know who was eating you as if he starved himself all day just for this.

“A-Armin- Oh shit, Min! Please, more!” You sob, begging him to drench himself in you. He obliged, more than happily. He was at your disposal for the night and many more to come.

His ring and index finger find themselves nestled deep in your core. He stimulates your sensitive parts fast, quickening his pace inside of you. He relishes in the loud cry you make, latching on your pretty clit again. He knew how messy you could get, I mean look at how you were leaking. You had to be tired of changing your, no doubt, expensive sheets when you ruin them like this.

You felt a burning pressure in your gut, were you coming already? Armin answers your thoughts for you. His movements speed up, and the sounds of light smacking from how deep he was penetrating your g-spot echoed in your room. Your back tries to arch off the bed, the pleasure becoming too much for you. Armin makes you take it, pressing his large hand over the pudge your stomach made. You squeal.

“Fuckk,” Your moans get dragged out when a clear sprinkle of your cum escapes you. You were in a frenzy, the loud, lewd squishing sound of your pussy filling your ears. It was like a dam bursting, and what kept your eyes permanently in the back of your head was when he didn’t stop sucking. How could he? It was like you tasted better when you came, and Armin wasn’t a fool. He was determined to not let a single drop go to waste.

He removes himself from your lips with a resounding pop. “I’m going to fuck you now. So, don’t run.” Your eyes widen at his statement, your jaw almost dropping at his sheer size when you realize his sweats are carelessly scattered on the floor. There’s no way that’ll fit inside of you.

Armin knew what you were thinking, he surveyed the way your eyes wandered around nervously. He grasps your chin and plants a gentle peck on your slightly pouting lips, intertwining his fingers with yours to calm your nerves. 

“Breathe, mama.” He softly grunts. His kisses start getting heavier, blocking you from letting out a loud scream when he pushes into your weeping walls, inch by inch. He was making sure you felt everything, every vein, as he penetrated you. He blesses your ears with a breathy moan, caught off guard by how fucking tight you are.

He had to remind himself to breathe. Your muffled moans against his lips consume him, making his entire body tremble on you. You were being pushed to your limit, and Armin only paused for a second to let you adjust before his animalistic tendencies got the best of him. He wanted to fuck you up, bad.  

His hips begin to snap against your twitching legs at a desperate pace. The position he had you in was honestly mind fucking. Your thighs were firmly pressed to your chest, his hands caressing the balls of your unusually soft feet. Was everything about you so smooth? So beautiful and perfect. He answered his own question when your frantic mewls got louder. Yes.

Your pussy was dripping all over his chest, all over the fat cock rapidly pushing in and out against your cervix. Your pretty tits bounced under him, matching the forceful thrusts he fed you. They looked too... bare for his taste. He wanted you to be covered in his love marks, he wanted to make it impossible for you to remove them. He leans down, somehow pressing your shaky thighs closer to your upper body.

His wet tongue laps around your dark areolas, biting and pulling at them with his teeth until you push your hands into his hair and pull hard. Armin becomes drowsy, losing himself in the comfort your body gave him. He sucks and bites on the fat of your pretty tits, leaving behind deep purple bruises.

Was this heaven? You thought you saw the pearly gates as he continued hitting your G-spot with extreme accuracy. Every deep thrust he made you take caused you to let out helpless, euphoric shrieks. You press your hands against his rock-hard chest, running away from the pleasurable torture you are receiving. 

Well, you were trying to. You’ve convinced yourself you couldn’t take it, but Armin knows you can. So, why are you playing with him?

Armin grappled your wrists, pinning them above your head, and sucked his teeth, “You don’t listen?” He heatedly addresses you, trying so hard not to fill your perfect cunt with his seed. 

“Why you running, mama?” He questions you softly as if he wasn’t splitting you in half with his girth. He listens to your jumbled screams with a sly smile, pressing a delicate kiss right next to your diamond nose ring.

“I- I can’t, Ouuu shit Min! Can’t take it- Oh god!” Your sweet voice wails out. He makes a tsk sound, and to prove that you can take it, Armin reaches a hand down your stomach. Not once stopping his merciless rhythm, he rubs your engorged clit, desperate to see you cum again. You keen, and in an instant, your sweet juices spray all over him, your creamy essence coating his cock. 

“See, there you go. Fuck, you wanna take my cum, pretty? Want me to fill you up?” He deeply murmurs in your neck, sucking lazily. Your body falls limp against him. He was so close, so close to showing you just how much you have an effect on him. You nod frantically, mind not even on planet Earth as he overstimulates your now bruised pussy.

“Please, Min! I-I want it!” 

How can he deny when you beg him like that? When you gaze up at him with tears in your eyes, as if he’s your sole lifeline. You look at him as if he’s your deity, as though you can’t exist without him. You’re almost sure that after tonight, you can’t. His thrusts start getting sloppy, his hips stuttering as they leave a resounding slap against yours. Armin tenses and whimpers pathetically in your ear, unable to take the ecstasy your wet cunt made him feel. 

He gives you everything, all his cum, all his passion, and pumps in and out of your warm hole slowly. He shudders, his eyes clouded with pure infatuation as he leans down to force you into a nasty kiss. The kiss was incredibly messy; Armin seemed to be devouring you, with saliva escaping both your mouths as he began sucking on your tongue. When he notices you sucking in heavy breaths, he pulls away from you.

Armin pulled out of you, watching as his cum overflowed out of your sobbing slit. What a sight. He flips you over, on your stomach this time. You let out a long whine when he presses your back into a deep arch. What is he doing? His following words cause your breath to catch in your throat.

“You didn’t think we were done, right? Ass up, mama.”

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obsessed with this hair colour😍

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pls super nasty smut w todo where we are his favorite idol 🙏

Todo FUCKS and i know it………

contains: fem reader, fanboy!Todo, protected sex, quickie, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough sex, backshots, dacraphillia, using panties as a gag :3

MDNI

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Todo had been waiting for this moment his whole life.. he was finally going to meet his idol. The large man stood behind a group of shorter guys, all giggling as they watched you hug a sweet-looking fan. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he was so close he could smell your perfume. Just the annoyingly giddy group of boys in front of him and it would be his turn.

He had gone over this exact moment over and over in his head. You looked so pretty in your light pink dress, frilly thigh highs to match, that squished the fat of your thighs at the top, making his eyes roll back in his head in disbelief at how anyone could look so perfect. Todo had been a fan for years, he had watched every show you had been on, every special, he had seen every magazine, poster, and any form of media there was of you he had seen; he would like to own all of it but his collection was quite impressive already.

"Thank you for your support!" You spoke kindly, averting your body to shake hands with the boys instead of hugging them. You could tell he looked dejected, but the boy smelled like BO and you had noticed his lock screen when he went to take a selfie with you-- it was of a young-looking anime girl in a bikini.. not exactly the kind of guy you wanted up in your personal space, but by the way he gripped his hand and stared at it in awe when he walked away you could tell he was more than satisfied.

You sighed, growing tired from meeting all the fans, sure you loved seeing all their cute faces and tears of appreciation, some even bringing you gifts, but you had been standing in the same spot for almost five hours now, the heels you were wearing felt like they were slowly melting into your feet and becoming one with the skin. You looked over to your manager, keeping a faux smile on your face as you did so, but widening your eyes to let her know you were going to cry if you didn't get a break soon.

"U-um, H-hello my name is Todo Ali Its-" A deep voice broke you out of your silent plea to your manager, snapping your neck to behind you a man more than twice your size stood in front of you, fiddling with his hands in his pockets as he took everything in. You knew you had quite the male-dominated audience, but this man didn't fit the description for your usual fans.

He was handsome, extremely fit; so much so it looked like his pecs were going to burst through his shirt and you could faintly make out the indents of his abs; he smelled amazing, which was refreshing after all this teen boy musk, his voice sent tingles down your spine, and he hadn't immediately tried to touch you in some way when he stepped into your space. "Hi there big guy~" You responded, reaching your arm out to grab onto his bicep, stroking it friendly (also simultaneously trying to cop a feel.)

Todo blushed, you were touching him right now, not just touching him you were stroking his arm. He had to take a deep breath in order to not pass out. "I've been a fan for so long when I found out you were coming to Kyoto I-" Your giggles cut him off, your sharp acrylics lightly scratching down his arm as you pulled one of his hands out of his pockets and took it in yours; you couldn't help but notice how much larger it was than yours. "I'm so glad you came Todo~" You cooed, swinging your hips in circles as you looked up at him from under your lashes.

Todo froze, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson. He gulped, watching you caress his fingers with your smaller, more delicate ones. You were so much shorter in real life, the size difference between the two of you was making his brain short circut, and simultaneously all of the blood that was being drained from his head was getting sent to.. another head. "Y-yeah?" He replied, giving you a quick one over before he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

A lightbulb went off in your head at that moment. This was a handsome man who looked to be about the same age as you, he looked like he could bend you in every way your body would allow him to, and you bet he wanted to, from the way he was blushing and shaking with adrenaline. He must've thought he was being sneaky when he would steal glances down the low cut of your dress that showed off a generous amount of your cleavage.

You're not sure where this sudden arousal came from. Maybe a combination of being an idol with such a strict team; never allowing you enough time to go on dates; your exhaustion, you were on your ovulation week.. and Todo had been the first person you saw today who was handsome AND didn't try to invade your personal bubble in some way; combined with all the other amazing things about him. You were about to go on a break anyways, this might just be perfect, you thought.

"Yeah~ It's so refreshing to see someone like you here, you're so handsome and you speak so politely ~" He felt his pants get tighter at the compliment, briefly looking down at them he prayed you wouldn't see the imprint through his pants. You looked around, making sure no one was close enough to hear before you leaned it, standing on your tippytoes you used one of your hands to steady yourself on his solid chest. Taking the thin material of his shirt between your fingers, you pulled him down so your lips were by his ear.

"To be honest, a lot of these guys are sooo creepy~" Todo could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, the loud beat of his racing heart almost drowning out your sultry voice, "But you would never treat me like them.. would you Todo?" The man was sure he was at full attention down there, he tried to adjust his shirt subtly enough so you wouldn't see him while you were by the crook of his neck, but he was sorely mistaken. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from covering the now very obvious tent in his pants.

From what you could tell, the outline looked huge, what about this man wasn't? You smiled at him, tipping your head to the side. "I've never done this before, but I think I like you Todo~" You spoke. The world seemed to slow down, everything around you besides your voice was drowned out in the man's ears as you spoke your next words. "I'm about to take a little break, wanna help me relax?" Todo swallowed, hard, before nodding his head and watching a sinister little smile appear on your face.

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"Fuck f-fuck Ohm-" A massive hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your loud cries. "Shhh pretty girl, stay quiet for me okay? Know you can." Todo cooed. Was this really the same man who was blushing and stuttering just a couple minutes ago when you finally met for the first time? He must've imagined the exact scenario before because he was fucking giving it to you.

Todo stood behind you, your back to his chest, arched agaisnt his pelvis as he fucked into you harder than anyone has. He had one hand wrapped around your body, rubbing your sensitive clit between his fingers and his other hand was pressed over your mouth. One of your hands was steading yourself agaisnt the sink ledge, the other gripping his wrist as you looked at him with teary eyes and scrunched eyebrows through the little bathroom mirror he was fucking you in front of.

Your panties had been pulled down your thighs hastily and stored away safely in Todo's pants. "That's a good girl~ Fuck, you look so pretty." He groaned. You watched his eyes look down between where the two of you were connected, shaking his head and his jaw dropping in a little o as he watched his thick cock split you open, your sore walls having to make quite the stretch to fit him inside. "Your pussy is eating me up-" He moaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he gave you harsh thrusts, relishing in the loud squelches that met his ears.

"You needed this, huh?" He asked, bringing his eyes up to make contact with yours once more. You nodded against his hand, tears of pleasure falling down your face at the precision with which he was fucking straight into your sweet spot, making your legs feel like jello. Todo let up on your clit, his hand digging in his pocket briefly before he pulled out your panties. His hips stilled against your ass, burring his cock as deep as he could inside you as he released the hand on your mouth, brining the other holding your panties to meet your lips.

He balled them up before pressing them agaisnt you, "Open." He instructed. You were quick to follow, opening your mouth you let him press the fabric between your lips, the taste of yourself flooding onto your tongue when he used two fingers to push the fabric deeper into your mouth, making sure you would keep in in. "Good girl." His deep voice praised, making you giggle against the fabric. You were able to notice when all the motion from his thrusting ceased that he was shaking like a leaf.

You were wondering how he was staying so calm and composed, but in reality, he wasn't all that composed. Todo was grateful for the short break when he pushed your panties into your mouth; using them as a gag so he could use his hands elsewhere. Truthfully every time he looked into the mirror and caught your eyes on him he felt like he was going to cum, it was a miracle he was able to hold out for this long. The only thought keeping him going was not to embarrass himself in front of you, but god the though of cumming inside his favorite idol was right there on the forefront of his brain with it.

He pushed your lower back down into a mean arch, your forearms resting against the sink as you waited with bated breath for him to continue. He knew you didn't have a lot of time, so if he was going to bring it home soon he was gonna make sure you had the best orgasm on his cock before you went back out there. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, gripping strongly before he started fucking into you again, this time rougher and faster than before.

Immediately cries and muffled wines filled the room, more tears quickly welling up in your eyes as he bullied his cock into your tight cunt, yanking your head back by your hair to make your arch deeper. Surely he was messing up your hair, and your makeup would absolutely need a touchup, but you couldn't exactly find it in yourself to care at the moment. Todo's groans and heavy breathing into your ear was so erotic, making the coil in your stomach tighten with your impending orgasm.

"Fuck, I can't believe I have you on my dick like this." He breathed exasperatedly, his eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. "And you're crying from it-" He finished, yanking your hair back, resulting in a loud wine from you, the fabric doing little to conceal that one. "Todooo~" You spoke his name through the fabric, the sound successfully reaching his dick, making it jump inside you. Todo grit his teeth, without a second thought he released your hair and ripped the panties out of your mouth, throwing them down on the sink.

He grabbed the side of your face, not letting up his incessant hips as he fucked into your sloppily, his hips losing rhythm, "A-again say my name again-" Todo begged against your lips, your skin grazing each other as your slack jaw moaned against his mouth. "F-fuck Todo!!" You cried, resulting in a groan from the man as he pressed your lips together, slotting his tongue with yours in a messy kiss, filled with lust and need. "Again." You heard him speak against your lips, his thrust speeding up, you felt your own arousal drip down your thighs.

"Todo-" thrust "Again." thrust "Fuck! F-fuuck! Todo I'm cumming, you're gonna make me c-cum!" You gasped into his mouth. He quieted you with his own, his moans increasing in volume as his own high rapidly approached him. At the exact moment, your jaw went slack against his lips as he felt your cunt squeeze him rhythmically, his own orgasm crashed over him. "C-cumming- f-fuck-" He pretended his cum wasn't currently filling up the condom he had on, and instead was shooting deep inside you, filling up your womb.

Your legs were shaking and wobbling as you came around him, his shallow thrusts working you through one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had. Todo groaned long and loudly against your lips, both of your jaws open and eyes squeezed shut as the two of you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms together. The room was filled with your pants and gasps as the two of you frantically tried to catch your breath. "Fuck.. thank you, did so good, thank you," Todo whispered.

You turned your head forward once more, staring at Todo behind you, who currently had his eyes glued to your cunt as he slid his massive softening girth out of the comfort of your warm walls. You winced in overstimulation as he slid out of you, leaving your walls with a lewd squelch. "Sorry, are you feeling alright?" He asked, holding your hips in his large hands and rubbing the skin there. "I'm more than alright Todo, my legs are a little compromised but other than that I'm alright~" You reassured, rubbing your hand atop his, making his blush deepen.

The man looked back down between the two of you as he started pulling the used condom off of his cock, cringing at the feeling. "Todo." Your voice echoed into his ears, making him look up at you, blushing at the use of his name--he would never get sick of it. "I'm not leaving this room till I have your number in my phone." You said, picking up your cutely decorated phone from the sink in front of you and waving it side to side.

You've never seen someone nod so eagerly in your life, making you giggle. "Need to take care of you first." He said, kissing the back of your neck, throwing the tied condom in the trash by his feet before his hands started to make work on smoothing out your wrinkled dress. "Todo, I have an entire team out there for that, you can take care of me by putting my mind at ease and letting me know that this will happen again, by giving me~ your phone numberrr~" You drawled, turning your body around as he held your hips, your hand pressing the device into his chest.

The man hesitantly took your phone in his hand, staring at you with disbelief. You leaned into his large frame, pressing a kiss to his solid chest and making him gasp before you pulled back, bringing your hand up to his head to push away any stray hairs he had, "I like you, you better call me~"

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DONT GET ME WRONG I love a DOMINANT man but ouuuuweeeee when they act SUBMISSIVE😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫(saw this and thought of it)

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okay walk wit me sis.. 😌

make it fit connie.. or like fake sympathy condescending connie while y’all fucking.. FUCK I LOVE THAT SHIT.. 😩

ouu girl i’m walking! lemme see if i can get it to slight jog tho!

connie wasn’t oblivious to the fact he had a big ass dick. no, not at all. he’d spent most of his late high school and early college years figuring out where’d he’d fit on the inch chain as he liked to call it. most girls not being able to handle it or wouldn’t even attempt to tame it once they saw the monster that lay behind his sweats. many of his friends making fun of him that he didn’t get pussy but in reality, no one was bold enough to take it for him. not until he got his hands on you.

the girl at his university know for her unique street art. from the city and a splitting image of a bratz doll, who was never scared of a challenge felt she was ready to tame everything in life even her above averaged boyfriend.

that is until she found herself atop of him, positioned in reverse cowgirl to give her a man a view he’d never forget. thighs burning from riding dick splitting her open as she sank down a few inches onto him. “f-fuck i can’ttt .” finding herself scurrying back up to the tip, running the longtime lovin’ he was giving you. “thought you wanted it mamí? let papí give it to you.” connie teased, long thick dick hitting every stop imaginable inside of you. “s’too much!” you whined.

“too much..?” connie chuckled, grabbing ahold of your hips and taking a good look your tight two toned pussy wrapped around him. slick dribbling down his dick as you started to fill that emptiness inside you. “nah i think my good girl can take a lil more..” sinking deeper into that clamping hole of yours, moaning at the pressure of him slowly filling you up and sitting you down on his dick. “shittt.” relaxing your body as your walls loosening with warm slick and pulsing as you adjusted to his size. slowly molding to his curvature, filling you deliciously. connie knew it just took a lil work for you to get where you needed to be. “mhm, keep opening that pussy f’me, you right there mamí.”

giving you a final deep thrust that left your soft ass flush against his pelvis, leaving stomach full and mind in sex crazed haze. “fuck this pussy s’good.” groaning as he bounced you up and down his dick, removing his hands once he felt he set a steady pace for you. Inching your hips and down slowly trying your best to take every single inch. Connie landing a rough slap to your ass that left your body jolting from the stinging pleasure. “go down on it princesa, don’t be lazy.”

“thought you said you could take it.”

ass ripppling like waves as he met your hips and fucked himself up into you focused on that pretty pussy sucking every inch of him deeper than he’s ever felt before. nails digging at his thighs for dear life as your body bounced above his, “your so fucking deep” whine barely audible above the loud gushing of your pussy let him know that it’d take every inch happily. “s’ too muchhh! con—” fucking you down on him harder as he reached the spongey spot within that always started the waterworks. “awe that’s all you can take mamí..?” voice rough and full of feigned sympathy as he held up your ass mid air and fucked up into you hard, taking his pounding like a champ and meeting his rough thrusts. A smile creeping on connie’s face once you start riding out the literal high your body was about to reach.

“and you whining it too much, pussy the perfect fit for papí.”

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onyankapon fingering your pussy while your face is shoved in his neck, your legs on each side of his hips. Chest to chest. One of his hands on the back of thigh as the other was between your thick thighs, fingers shoved in your tight wet cunt.

Your nails scratch against his waves as you moaned in his diamond studded ear. “So wet baby.” You pouted against his neck, your hips moving in slight circles as his fingers thrusted in and out your pussy slowly, once they go in deep his curls them up and comes back out just as slow.

It’s slow but it was building you up. Your knees squeeze around his hips, “u-ugh ony…” you whine in his ear. “None of that, i’m giving you what you want why you whinin’ ?.” You nod slightly, you move back against his fingers wanting to get fucked deeper…wanting to get fucked fuller.

“want your dick onya. w-want it s’ bad please.” you were so sweet. so cute. Always using your manners in such vulgar times. His hand that was on the back of your thigh moves to his sweats to pull them down so his dick can spring out. “Get it wet mama.” He kisses your cheek and pushes your back down so he can get a veiw of your ass that was in the air.

Your hand goes and grabs his dick, you slap it against your puffy clit, already know slimy pre-cum is connected his tip and your hole together. You bite your lip as you grind against his hard dick, it’s so sticky and dirty. Making dirt ‘plat!’ sounds, ony bites his lips. Letting you take your time because you’re so pretty.

Eyelashes fluttering and glossed lips between white teeth. You finally push his thick tip inside your tight hole that instantly catches on to it. Squeezing him like you weren’t trying to let him go. “go slow baby.” He goes and kisses your neck, wet lips and tongue swirling against your it. You close your eyes and slowly take all of his dick inside you, your puffy clit pressed against his pelvis. “O-ony, oh gosh ony.”

“Shh baby, take that shit.” His hands grabs your waist and right as your body goes limp on his chest, face shoved in his neck and hands gripped behind his hair he moves your hips against his dick, using you as a fleshlight. “Good ass pussy baby, it’s mine huh?” He whispers to you, one hand gripping on your ass and pulling it away as the other grips the back of your neck.

He fucks up into you, grinding into that pussy slowly but harsh. “You listening to me lil girl? this shit mine?” Ony grunts in your ear, pulling you up by your neck to see your pleasure filled face. “Y-yes daddy! you know it’s yours hmph p-please.” You whine in his face, looking so perfect. “You always begging, it’s okay baby.” Your face is pushed back in his neck, where your loud moans are muffled.

“Imma give you this dick just how you like it.”

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eren is such a perv

Grey sweatpants down to his nike socks where his toes curled on his carpeted bedroom floor. Ethika boxers squeezing his tensing thighs as the bottom of his hoodie was held between his straight white teeth. One of his hands holding his phone which held a video of your two-toned fat, wet pussy lips being separated with you classic french sets, and goddamn. His promise ring his gave you shining against the dim light in your bedroom. But his other hand?

Stroking his thick long veiny dick, the dick thats so sensitive and sporting major pre-cum that he knows you’ll suck up out of him. “Oh shit.” He moaned, muffled by his thick cotton hoodie, stroking his shit faster while you started rubbing ridiculous circles on your puffy clit, wetness dripping out of your pulsing hole. “O-oh my god mama- shit!” Eren eyes close but opened just as fast, squeezing his thick dick in his hands, clear pre cum sliding down his shaky fingers.

He just started but the way his stomach tensed and the way his balls pulled forward he knew he was finna nut.

All it took was a “ohhh daddy!” And squirt coming through your fingers and sliding down on your fluffy pink blanket did his hips stuttered up and whines of pleasure fall from his lips when his cum shoots out and slides down his abdomen. “Fuck- fuckk baby.”

Still so horny, he couldn’t help but press the FaceTime logo.

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“Shut the fuck up.” His rough voice rasped in your ear. Hips slamming on your denim mini skirt covered hips. “P-please, s-so sorry daddy.” You cry as he spreads your pink lacy panties across your ass cheeks, he looks down at your squelching wet pussy engulfing his fat veiny dick. “Loud ass pussy, just like that loud ass mouth huh?” He moves back down so his chest was on your naked back.

“H-hnnn t-toji p-pleasuuuhhh.” You bit your pouty bottom lip, drool slipping pass your chin and your eyes water up. His rough hands grip your curls on your head and shoves your face first in the mattress. “Let me tell your pretty ass to shut the fuck up again and I’m gaggin ya’. you hear me?” You nod in the sheets, crying and moaning all over the place.

This all because you were too spoiled :(

All because toji gives you everything you want and you’re just a greedy thing.

And you just don’t listen, you never listen.

“Wa-want you babies. f-fuck daddy. W-want you to make me a mommy. pleasepleasepleaseplease”

You were fucked out and dumb.

His hips got sloppy, digging in your pussy so much. Fucking up against your pleasure spots. “S-shit, fucked out huh p-pretty girl. Sayin you want my babies.” He groans, leaning back against your thighs so he spread your cheeks open wildly, spitting on your pussy hole that was already spread from his dick.

“Gonna cum baby, just like you wanted. U can get anything. F-fuck.”

Your hips grind against him, moaning at the thought of he hot cum flooding your slutty pussy.

Just as a hot spurt of cum enters you, your pussy squirts all over your pretty bed covers. “Hmmm hnn d-daddy.” You cry, face all sloppy.

“That’s it, dirty girl.”

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onyankapon x blackfemreader!

Genre: Sexy Hot Nasty Ass Smut

“Mmph!” Your eyes roll back as rough big hands held over your mouth, fingers sliding off the white clean sink and your thigh almost slipping off of it. Your foot that was on the floor and still in your pink marc jacob slides curl and grip on it. “Shut that shit up right now.” A slap was made to your ass cheek and you cry out through his spit covered fingers. Your back was arched and you open your eyes to look in the bathroom mirror.

Onyankapon stands there thrusting ruthlessly in your fat tight cunt, one hand covering your mouth as the other held your thigh that was on top of the sink in place, your short white nails gripping the sink and one hand falls to ony’s lower stomach, you moan and thankful his hand around your mouth was holding you back cause your face would have fallen on the mirror. “O-ony pleaseuuhhh” your voice is muffled and quiet, “what i say huh?” Gold one row grill sitting on his pretty white teeth as he spoke angrily in your ear. Hand now on your neck and his other hand smacking your thigh harshly.

Tears started to form and now he moved closer, chin on your shoulder and he thrusted up, circling his hips into you like he hated you. You almost thought he did until he moaned loudly when your pussy tightened up, signaling your upcoming orgasm. “Y-you always fuckin- shit. Always playin with me like you don’t give a fuck.” His hand on your neck tightened, your thighs shook and you made eye contact with him in the mirror.

“I don’t give a fuck, a-about your damn commitment issues. You hear me?” The hand that was on your neck smacks your cheek lightly to make sure you were listening, you gasp and whine “y-yes ony ohmygosh. please please, i-im so sorry hnnn.” You didn’t mean to ghost ony for a week, you just got so detached from your phone you forgot someone actually cared for you and wanted to speak to you all the time and make sure you were okay. You hear him grumbling on the side of you but you just couldn’t think.

First he kisses your shoulder, then your cheek and neck. He turns your head towards him so you guys can go in for a sloppy kiss, exchanging moans all while he deep in your tummy. “Pussy so good and y-you was finna leave me hm? Make me feel so fuckin good mama.”

You’re gonna fucking cum.

The way he looks at you with low eyes and the way he rasp his sentences.

“Ony” it was different…this orgasm was different. You felt like crying and it was so hard to breath. Your lips formed a pout and you felt your eyes burning with tears .. “nghhh shit w-wait pa ohmygoshhhh wait!”

“Now you want me to wait? Thought you was working for that nut? Cum on that shit, make my shit more wet baby.” Oh and you fucking did. Thighs shaking and you were whining so fucking loud. “P-pa hnnnn daddy fuuck pl-please i c-can’t stop-“ you were making such a big mess, squirting on the sink and it drips in the floor, hearing the plop plop plop. And your cunt was so fucking tight! “Uhn shit.” Ony gasp.

And the unnecessarily loud squelching. Ony was looking down at your pretty two toned pussy, speading your pussy lips from behind to capture your wetness and creaminess. He bites his lips and closes his eyes as his head leaned back “mhhm” he mumbles and started beating your shit up for a quick second. “Imma cum mama… cum in this nasty ass pussy, f-fuck baby.” His hips staggered and he moved his face towards your moaning neck. Kissing and groaning up in it ass his bust his load into you.

Both breathing heavy and high on sex.

“Do that shit again and it’s gonna be worse.”

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the sight of someone coming up from between your legs with a glistening mouth and chin .... it feels predatory

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cw: smutty content, size kink . . . toji brainrot is a plague, we all thank @anthoosies !! 🐇

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎... is a big guy.

his shoulders seem to stretch for miles. his tall frame looms over your own in a way that feels intimidating sometimes, and you're positive his waist has a better curve than yours when he's wearing his compression shirts. his hands are thick, and his fingers are hard; the skin of his hand has very little give from all the manual labor and meticulous part time jobs he's picked up. toji tries to keep them clean and soft for you— terrified that one day he'll graze your skin and leave a mark on accident.

naturally, you expected this the first time the two of you had sex.

your lover had already worked your body to the bone, lazy tongue lolling up and down your drenched cunt. you're eager, and he's terrified— terrified that he'll split you clean down the middle if he goes in without any prep. he looks so sexy like this, moonlight illuminating the curves and digs of his muscular stature.

you come down from another, gasping quietly. before toji can work on getting you to your fourth orgasm, you caress his face with a shaky hand.

"can take it... please, toji..." you beg, gentle hand coming up to rest on his arm.

"hon... i don't wanna hurt ya."

"y-you won't... if it does, i'll tell you."

and christ, was he big in bed too.

toji stripped his clothes off, strong body hovering above your own as he tries to ease himself inside of your spasming walls. but what shocked him more than anything was he wasn't even halfway in, and you had been stuffed to the brim with his length.

toji furrows his brows, gazing down at where he pulses inside of you... a soft belly bulge protrudes. the man isn't even halfway in, and you're here— squirming and pawing at his bare chest.

he can't even deny how hot the sight is, but is pulled from his thoughts when he catches your weary expression. tears bubble at your eyes, and mascara begins to run down your cheeks.

"toji..." you wail, nails digging into his shoulders helplessly.

the noise is so heartbreaking that he's tempted to pull out and never try having sex again, simply because the sight of you in such pain makes his heart shatter into a million shards.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry, baby. here, please—" toji begins, inching out before you frantically shake your head. you clench around him, and toji's hips jerk up into you. the two of you immediately moan, a singular groan being drawn from a single thrust.

it hurts now, but it'll feel better. toji had no idea how small you really were, hiding his face into your shoulder with a guilty sigh.

"'s big..." you whisper, words lost in a choked moan.

"i know, i know. i'm sorry." toji grunts. "you're doing so well, do you know that?"

you nod, and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"just tell me when to move, okay?"

© YUNYMPHS 2024 modifications, reposts, and translations of any kind are strictly prohibited.

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for a person who claims he doesn't want any more kids, toji fucks you like he wants to. pounding so deep inside you, with a strict no condom policy because it doesn't feel the same to him. you tried the pull out method but spilling his heavy cum at the entrance of your pussy was such a waste so he decides to grab your hips, his fat fingers digging into your skin as you feel him empty himself inside you. a soft sound of skin meeting skin every time his hips thrust against you, his heart pounding with pride. the risk that every time he cums inside you you'll get pregnant is something that makes him so hard, it's dangerous, but he can't help it. there's no other place his seed belongs but inside your warm cunt.

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This bitch Is so serious. I love her

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Y’all it’s me going back and forth to here, Twitter, books, TikTok, and facetime sb come help me I’m bored and high

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The “his foot pressing against your head” 😫😫😫😫

MISSION FAILED, NUT: RUINED…! ★

pairing: fushiguro toji x female! reader

sypnosis: your mission? eliminate the notorious fellow assassin 'toji fushiguro.' should be easy right? wrong, because how do you go from having a knife up to his throat from ending up in his bed? silly girl. wc: 3.9k+

warnings. assasin!toji, pwp-ish, age gap (20s-30s), size difference, dacryphilia, oral [ f ], unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstim, praising, angst. use of: whore, slut, bitch, baby doll .

an. big thank u to anya for beta-ing some!! first canon-y fic i triedddd. not proofread yet!

“it’s nothing personal…”

your go-to motto, you had a job to do at the end of the day, a check to receive after each bounty. no time to spare for sympathy, never that. t. fushiguro…a name you were all too familiar with, and the way your eyes lit up with greed and lust at the huge amount of zeros that plastered next to his name. figures though. duh. he was the toji fushiguro, a fellow assassin himself, feared amongst most, and you were sure you weren’t gonna be the only person going after his head.

you were sure it was gonna be a simple walk in the park, but more than anything it was the opposite. how coincidental toji was hired to off you. yet vice versa—you stood over him near his nightstand but it was if he was already prepared, a raspy cackle leaves his lips as if he knew you were there, despite his lights being off.

“could have gotten me if ya weren’t so loud breaking in, girl.” he smirks, and he lets off a raspy sigh, reaching for the night lamp. toji gets a good glimpse of you and this couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing. at all.

you sat on his lap, a thumb just grazing against the pearled sheath of your knife, an irritated, “shit,” escorting your lips. he’s got such the cockiest expression on his face—lying back with his arms tossed over his head, as if he didn’t find you intimidating at all, because well, he didn’t.

“…hmpf,” he pauses, staring intently at your features before a near pout forms on the corners of his mouth. “they sent a kid to kill me? how disappointing,” and toji’s poisonous gaze never leaves yours before his lips curl into a smile, purposefully enunciating his words. “how old are ya? just made nineteen?”

your eyebrows twitch, and your facial expressions formed into a deadpan as you remained on his lap funnily enough…growing some attitude before muttering, “old enough to put a bullet in you, fushiguro.”

“oooh. she’s sassy.” he grins. “think i like you.”

you met eye contact with the man and he just snickers, you were just about to make your way off his lap—but that’s when he brings his hands towards your hips. “…leavin' so soon, pretty? shouldn’t you be putting y’er knife to good use?”

he was mocking you, his eyes lower a bit as you nearly slip off a gasp at the soft strokes his tips of his thumbs presents your waist. you snap out of whatever trance you were in before muttering, “i can’t now.”

“well, why the hell not, gorgeous?”

no reply.

he blows, his voice was just a perfect mixture of deep, intimidating green hues of his eyes keeps focus on you, and this entire position is so awkward. very.

a small snicker leaves his lips, and his grip still remains on your waist before feeling his thumb brush past your thigh—the slim slit that made appearance from your sleek black cocktail dress. “i’m a pretty dangerous guy, baby. if i were you i’d stop wasting time 'n jus' get on with it..”

such rich arrogance ran off his tongue throughout each sentence he spoke, how irkesome. you mentally rolled your eyes, stammering, you miffed, “shut up.”

“mm. how ‘bout ya make me, woman.”

and just how do you shut him up…?

by making him eat you out through your divine black laced panties. oddly enough, toji was never one to complain when you told him to get between your thighs.

it was simply crazy how the two of you were just bickering, and now he’s face first between your legs—and if it was anything toji fushiguro was, he was nasty.

a subtle grunt goes past his mouth as he flicks out his tongue, slowly.

yet he then presses it against the pad of your panties. he’s laid flat on his back with two rough hands gripping onto your thighs, semi soft pads of his thumbs stroking against your skin as you whimpered, moving your hips swiftly against his mouth.

“oh-ho, were ya really gonna try to kill me with a pussy this wet?” he snickers, dragging a thumb right down your slit, his tongue slides and slides in a slow circular motion against your pussy and you squirm, chewing down on your lap and he was so talkative.

“shut up,” you moaned, your hips were so merry, going against his face, his slick was already dribbling down his chin and that dumb smile of his never left. “just….s-shut up.”

he couldn’t get another word in because by then you were practically sitting on his face, simply no match for his tongue, toji’s so into it too….

groan after groan leaves his mouth, warm breath fanning against your clit once he chuckles at how hard you’re tugging, no, yanking on his thin strands of hair.

saying that you sucked at your job, was probably an understatement.

usually, any other guy would be dead—so what made toji any different? a question you didn’t even know how to answer. neither did you want to answer it, because all that was currently embedded into your brain was how good toji's tongue moved and danced against your clit, how sloppy he is—slurping and spitting everywhere, he’s so messy.

and he’s fucking mean.

he spanks your pussy each time you whine and whimper on how you’re about to cum- pathetic sheeny, glistening tears sticking to your eyes as your hand gripped tightly to his hair. “toji, please.”

“hm?” he brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, watching you pulse—spreading your lips open just a tad bit, soaked between your thighs he blows on it just to watch you squirm with such urge and impulsing desire. “oh, i dunno, doll. can’t even do y’er job right so why should i let ya make a mess on my face?” and then he smiles, hearing the disappointed frown go against your lips. “tch. unprofessional slut. ‘s all you are.”

“f-fuck you,” you moaned, your fingertips brushed against his scalp, panting heavily as your body felt so warm. it’s been countless minutes of toji and his tongue filling your pretty pussy with such desire, you didn’t even care about the money anymore. you just wanted to cum. “please please, toji. i-i can’t hold it.”

and he just snickers, he finds the entire thing amusingly risible.

nose deep, toji’s mouth latches against your sweet savory pool of moisture, you’re drenching his chin, squirming from feeling the tiny stubble that ran against his chin tickle you, you’re biting down on your lip as your legs shook with such unhinged frenzy.

“ya gotta ask nicer, darlin.” he slides his tongue against the inner crevices of your folds—locating his tip through each single orifice, this man was the epitome of pussydrunk. long natural lashes of his were practically, barely closed, and by now he’s just sucking and nibbling…damn near biting playfully on your sweet bud just to bring out a reaction from you.

and he definitely does because you let off a whimpering sob.

“t-toji please, lemme cum. please, i-i don’t know what else you want me to s-say.” you’d moan, fingers were interlocking beneath his strands. you still rode his face, and he looks so pretty underneath you now that you think about it.

toji’s face, it was relaxed. thin black eyebrows, partially arched together were parted and that annoying grin remained on his lips—his contented shit-eating grin that stuck to his face for what seemed to be an eternity.

“aw. ‘s that the best ya can do for me…?”

you just about had it with him—but you were too near the edge to reply with a snark response, so you just pout, watching him slurp happily between the very junction of your thighs.

“okay okay, don’t wanna be too mean,” he teases, giving your cunt a quick spat, watching it run down the slit in filthy awe.

he groans himself, rubbing maneuvering circles in repeat against you to hear you nearly cry out for him to not stop.

this man…

so good with his fingers, so good with his tongue. “tell me ‘pretty please’ in that sweet voice, baby. make me believe that ya want it, want me.”

“p-pretty please,” you moaned out.

just the sweet shrills of your voice—your eyes nearly roll back in pure ecstasy, craving to release.

toji’s so hard.

he strains in his pants just from your pleasure alone, seeing you all worked up and frustrated for being edged for so damn long. “let me be messy for you toji, all on your face…please. i-i need it so bad.”

“what a gooooood girl,” he sings, his unserious praises goes straight towards your pussy as he gives it a final smack—swiping his nose against your inner parts while his tongue did most of the remaining conversation. “go ahead, show me how fuckin’ nasty y’er pretty pussy is for my tongue, girl.”

you’re a staggering mess, your legs are precisely. his entire demeanor was lascivious—an idyllic word to describe this man, not even having the decency still to pull down your panties, just a stubby thumb of his sliding it to the side. once you came, it felt amazing.

your mind, it was blank like your ordinary empty canvas. his hair was tousled from how much yanking and pulling you did, making him somehow appear ten times more attractive than he already was.

“did i do good, pretty…?”

he speaks in a taunting tone, wriggling his eyebrows at you to see you couldn’t reply—still getting over your exquisite loud orgasm. only a nod sufficed from you, and that was good enough for him. “hm. good. now-”

you don’t expect what happens next by the slightest, he sits up- and he’s so handsy, assertive with the way he brings a hand towards your waist, another wrapping around your throat before he brings you into a deep passionate kiss.

sloppy, but passionate—you moaned as his tongue created full collision against yours, tasting your own stickiness that smeared all on his mouth towards down his well-shaved chin.

a hand of yours slides down toji’s chest, it makes its way inside his shirt—and you feel it, the hardened bulletproof vest he wore…bastard knew you were coming. it was as if he was prepared for this.

by this particular point, you really could care less about the huge amount of money carried on toji’s head. he made you forget everything, and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

perhaps he was right about one thing—maybe you were just an unprofessional slut. instead of taking care of your target, you’re in his bed, having him shove his tongue down your throat.

was it bad that you didn’t feel…bad?

sure, toji’s dangerous and well-feared among many, but man does his tongue do wonders. you could only imagine how he fucked.

“i don’t wanna look at ya yet,” he breaks away from the kiss after a while, positioning you to get on your knees for him, doggystyle. “face down ass up sweetheart. wanna take my sweet damn time with you.”

his words had so much rough meaning. you moaned, quickly complying and he brings a rough hand to your bare ass, spanking it and he chuckles at the sweet noise that runs out your mouth.

as well as a bunch of colorful words, brining sheer amusement to toji, “you’ve got a mouth on you, huh.” he clicks his tongue, having your pretty dark dress pulled up towards the very edges of your waist, you hear him start to shuffle his shorts.

“f-fuck, don’t tease me again.” you started, feeling his throbbing tip brush meanly against your slit—he grows quiet to where only you and him can hear the hissing squelches your pussy made, it’s achy for him and eager. the pulses were so loud, it rang in your ears again and again and again.

“you still get wet from it anyways, whore.” he rolls his eyes—oh, he was sassy, giving you another spank while you’re on the verge of breaking and he’s not even in yet. his degradation does something to you in ways you can’t explain, like yet again though, he was right. here you were, soaked for a man you only knew for about what, thirty minutes now?

shame…

toji grunts—taking a second to inhale, and you chew down on your lip with just enough pressure to suppress your never ending whines. he’s pushing himself inside, slowly…but you can tell how eager he is, the way he slowly pivots his hips, slowly gliding a rough hand of his down your waist to drag another moan from your mouth.

he’s so erect, obviously he would be from eating you out from so long—toji was the kind of man that got off from a woman’s pleasure, he just couldn’t help it. he was just so…fucking big, stretching you out with much needed intent. your pussy was so greedy on how it clings to him with such force.

“ah shit,” he groans, licking his lips, a breathy huff exits from him and he runs his fingers down your spine just to tease. “archin' for me already, yeah. looks like y’er body already knows what to do.”

“t-toji.” you sniffled, and he was halfway in. he’s gripping your waist now, making sure to take his time like he said before he’s gently bullying his thick cock inside, your leg twitches from feeling the ticklish feeling he gives you—the spurts of pre-cum that coated the tip of his reddened tip makes its way to kiss your clit the moment he’s fully inside. a sweet smooch.

a single thrust nearly takes your breath away, literally. bracing yourself was basically useless, this man was an entire powerhouse.

his dick had a mind of it’s own basically, because with the way it hit each single spot of yours to make you sob out his name uncontrollably and repeatedly was just insane.

“damn girl, y’er fuckin' noisy,” he chortles, a raspy guffaw if anything. his hands linger towards your hips for a specific duration before he’s just thrusting into you, slamming you against and on him. his low groans he made from each jagged thrust was unintentionally sexy.

he’d bite his lip as he’s watching you cutely struggle to take him. from first glance, you sort of figured toji was big, but this…big?

who were you to complain though?

“s-so big,” you spoke in broken murmurs, gnawing on the edge of your pointer finger, each thrust had your entire body feeling a wave of sensations. “you’re gonna m-make me cum again, toji-”

“this body ain’t trained right,” he clicks his tongue, fake pitying you. taunt after taunt with this guy—he never took anything serious, of course, unless he has to. “don’t worry, i’ll make ya last,” and he groans, hearing your pussy squeal against him, it was so sloppy, toji can’t help but spit on his hand, rubbing it against your clit just to hear you whimper out more, only to taste it for himself, grazing his tongue against his lips. “never tasted a pussy as sweet as yours, darlin.'”

his strokes, impure but slow, but rough. you’re sort of being treated like a rag doll in a way, toji brings a hand towards the back of your neck.

thick warm fingers wraps around, giving you a tight squeeze to hear you squeak out, moaning up an entire storm. his spanks he gives your ass rings throughout your ears like bells on a wedding day.

“s-swear, gonna cum toji. you’re gonna m-make me cum again.” you shuddered, feeling him suddenly deepen the angle. you moaned at feeling the back of soft wooly cloth hit against you—the fleece of of toji’s sock, his foot pressing against your head and he’s drilling his hips into you.

oh, you’re cross eyed…

mouth open like an idiot, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before.

“eh. don’t tell me y’er legs gave out already,” he sneers, that same guffaw exits out his throat and he finds this entire situation amusing. “keep 'em spread for me. need 'ta show this pussy some appreciation.”

and he’s just unbelievable.

stealing out numerous orgasms from you, over and over until you can hardly recognize your voice. dizzy, the word perfect to describe you, you were in a trance. all because of his dick that made your tongue grow more and more wet.

were you…drooling? maybe.

“f-finish inside, toji. unless you’re weak like they say.”

you managed to sputter out, he raises his eyebrow at your attempt to be a brat.

“stop being fuckin' cock hungry 'n maybe i will,” he grunts, still fucking you from behind with such deep mean strokes you’re nearly gasping for air. he’s just so mean—toji’s hips knew no bounds, it was vile, each grunt that slips from his lips was so raspy, his nails gently presses against your skin. “ya like bein' choked, do ya?”

all you could do was nod pathetically, your pussy begged for more throughout his hits, sloppy degrading hits against you before he brings a hand around your throat.

“…you’re a dumb little girl. ya know that? you know how dangerous i am right? got some guts showin' up here only to humiliate yourself on my dick, princess.”

toji smudges his dampened lips together, silencing his own groans once he came again.

so much—his loads were always so hefty and thick, filling you to the very brim. you’re laid flat on your chest, and his hands make its way towards your waist again. he leans in close to you to lick a stripe up your neck, causing himself to feel each spurt run down your cunt.

“fuckin' hell,” he hissed, slowing his pace down completely. you’re a mess….you don’t expect toji to shove two fingers into your mouth, because he does just that once he flips you over to face him.

you climb on top of him, moaning with your mouth stuffed with his lengthy digits, coating it entirely with your saliva. “suckin' my fingers like that shouldn’t be so hot.” he grumbles, the pads of his fingers reach near the back of your throat and you gag. he of course cracks a sinister smile, giving you an awkward headpat. “wonder how good ya can suck other things with that horrid gag reflex, baby.”

after a while, you remove his fingers before teasingly trailing your own down his black designed bulletproof vest, whining a sweet, “take it off…?”

“my vest?” he raises a brow, staring at you with hued green eyes, you were so handsy—feeling him up and he’s willingly letting you, you’re still so soaked from before, puffed cunt just leaking with his cum and desperately craving more. “you just wanna see me shirtless, ain’t that right?”

“…yeah,” you nodded, pretty lashes fluttering. “besides, it would just get in the way.”

how considerate, right?

maybe, maybe…not.

you watch toji start to pull his vest off—easily he brings a hand towards his side, yanking down the dark tabs that stuck out in the open of the fabric, mimicking both sides before it slides off his chest.

he was so toned and muscular, his muscles were so bulky and he was fit. toji didn't have tattoos, he couldn’t care for it really, but it made you a bit wet just fantasizing at the thought of seeing toji fushiguro coated in nothing but ink sleeves.

“huh….y’er creepin' me out, doll,” he mumbles, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts, you gasp once he lifts you up, and you’re just barely hovering over his tip. “ya gonna ride me or i do i gotta do all the work again?”

how could you forget about his damn ego.

toji knew how to fuck, sure. but if it was anything, he never knew how to shut up. he’s not annoying, but he gets quite close to it.

you give him silence as a answer, toji snickers as he feels you sinking down on him. you wrap your hands around him — cupping both sides, stroking his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. he pulls you even further towards his wide exposed chest, teasingly slicking his lips once you pressed yours against his.

“y’er so gonna get fired, baby... i'm no snitch though.”

his words were a murmur, a deep husked one that got you way more aroused than you thought.

“stop talking.” you whispered, deepening the kiss.

toji groans, tilting his head a certain degrees just for you, and your thumb strokes near the inner part of his mouth, where a faint dimple of his made an appearance from the slight smile forming against his lips.

he’s inside again, the inches felt scorchingly warm inside of you, hugging your walls oh so tight. after a few seconds to breathe, his breath is cold and shaky, dark eyes stare back into you before he grins. “hey, it’s in. wanna move, baby?”

“s-shut up.” you spat, cooled palms of yours resting on his bare chest. toji’s lips purse into a sly grin as he’s holding onto you tight, studying your dirty facial expression.

“make me…” he repeats—just how he did earlier, in the same exact tone.

although his voice appeared much lower. his cock was buried deep inside, a tight fit yet your pussy always managed to take him.

you were gonna make him.

you hadn’t realize how much time’s passed of you fooling around with toji, although it was practically pitch dark in his well kept apartment, a quick glance near his night-stand and the alarm clock read four thirty am.

toji gifts you with each huge load everytime, and you take it everytime. it was so messy- the way it would spill out, he’d groan while shoving two fingers inside to keep it stuck in because you weren’t gonna waste any of his precious cum.

but, after a while, you were worn out, at least that’s what you told him. he agreed to take a break with you, and as of current you just rested on his lap.

leaning on his chest, panting and panting as if you’d ran a marathon. who knew how many rounds you went with that man. his stamina was purely out of this world.

“…phew, y’er somethin', else,” he huffs out, giving you an exhausted stare too. hands both wrapped around your waist with no intention of letting go. “you should stay the night.”

“should i….?” you smiled, leaning up close to peck a kiss near the edges of his mouth—sneaking a smooch before reaching behind his back.

oh, he’s probably head over heels for you now…

toji nods, bringing a thumb up to your lip before bringing you in for another kiss….yet, that’s when a few milliseconds later, he feels a sharp abrupt sting.

it pierces right through his chest…

your head’s resting on his neck now, getting a good angle of your handling, a strong firm grip of the knife, a thumb brushing against the pretty bedazzled rivet part and toji’s smile fades once he realizes what’s happening.

“you…little bitch.” he hacks in straight surprise, his eyes widens before smelling a rich stench of something that was very much his own, an odd familiar irony scent before you pulled your hand out, and you’re facing toji now.

like your motto from the beginning, you’d hit him with the luring,

“it’s nothing personal, toji…”

the last thing toji’d expect was for you to stab him in the back, quite literally. his mind raced as well as his heart feeling like it was on fire.

he was starting to like you—as foolish as it sounds. so that’s why you tricked him into taking off his bulletproof vest.

needless to say, you got the bounty money. and well toji…didn’t.

so in the end, you won right? you finished your target like you always do…that’s gotta be good news, right?

wrong.

because as you’re sitting on the porcelain lid of your toilet—not only are you filthy stinking rich, you’re also two weeks pregnant.

[nysrevenge]

Cherry popping with Toji 🍒

Toji slowly pushes his cock in your tight hole, his hand on your cheek as he caresses your skin with his thumb, whispers of praise falling from his lips to ease you.

"Shh, shh, shh, baby, jus' like that, yeah..." Toji gazes down at you with careful eyes, as if even the smallest raise of his tone could break you. You whine softly, closing your eyes as your jaw goes slack, your hands digging into the flesh of your thighs as you hold them up to make it easier for Toji.

"Mhh, daddy, y'too big," you pout, slowly opening your eyes to watch Toji slide his length in your dripping pussy. Toji pouts in faux sympathy and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"I know, I know, sweetheart, but 's why we make it fit, yeah?" Toji grins, his voice warm and quiet against your skin. Nodding, you throw your head back, holding back a few whimpers and moans.

Toji's eyes flicker down to where you and him connect—his tip is barely in and you're already struggling to take it. He laughs softly at this realization and uses the hand that was stroking your cheek to run through your hair, his eyes heavy and half-lidded, but there's an underlying tint of love in there, too.

"Think you can take it for me like a good girl, baby?" Toji murmurs and when you respond with a nod and gasp, he smiles. "That's it, there's my good girl..."