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I truly believed that Nanami is the type of guy to have a Victoria Secret Model approach him and ask him for his number and he’ll be raising his hand 🖐️ stopping her at mid sentence to tell her,

“Sorry I have a wife. And she’s the most beautiful woman in the world to me,” all while looking at you laughing with your friends at a distance.

Just completely and utterly smitten.

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ORRRR VAMPIRE GETO?? HEHEHEEHEHEH

stop omg vampire geto—oh i’m gonna cry

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hii!! this is my first time being a anon 😞🙏🏻

I just wanted to say that your work is absolutely amazing! your fics are so amazingly written, and you’re so sweet!! 🫂🫂🫶🏻

also could I be 🪐 anon if it isn’t taken already? 💟💟

hi pumpkin !!!! 😋😋🫶🏽

omg thank you :’) !!!!!!! yes yes ofc u can WELCOMEEEEE MY LAUV

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okay hear me out. enemies to lovers trope with toji. like mafia!au where toji and reader are rivals, but they have that flirty demeanor with each other ⁉️⁉️

so we end up pointing a gun to toji's head while he's on his knees, and he leans his head into it so the gun is pressed against his forehead while he looks at us dead in the eyes?!$!(#)$+$;# and then that's when we imply him sucking on the gun. HEHWMNJEHWN BYE

🫀 nonnie

I LOVEEEEE ENEMIES TO LOVERS 😓😓😓

omg a mafia au too, i loveeeee anything where the two mcs r rivals ahhh. the tension would be so good >>>>>

OHMYGOODDDDDDD lol (writes this down) stop that’s so hot. you alr know once you have toji’s on his knees, he’ll say some shit like “do it, shoot me, you won’t, girl.” and ofc you don’t but instead you spare his life to make you suck on the muzzle of the gun OHHHHHHIMSICK. the eye contact would be brutal :,)

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VAMPIRE GOJO VAMPIRE GOJO VAMPIRE GOJO PLLEEAASSEEEE PLEASE PLEAse ( he already looks like he’d be one )

vampire gojo or vampire toji or vampire choso 🧖‍♀️

you’re right i can see satoru as a vampire. i saw an exact fanart of it and i ….. i felt things 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

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Ab th vampire au like imagine vampire toji?? He’s already old so like… okok listen imagine he lives in an old mansion and reader happens to stumble upon it. Like the vision i have is toji, a big scary vampire that has a mysterious backstory and a whole lot of scars on his face and ugh. U get me?😭 u made me go crazy with that post

OMGGGGG i was just brainstorming i didn’t know u guys would rock with a vampire au 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ but hehe

i’m crying “he’s already old” 😭😭😭 OOOO YES. silly reader losing her way and stumbles upon his mansion or smth. oh wow vamp toji would be so hot, ur right he’d have a bunch of scars, idk why but i think if toji was a vampire he’d grow out his hair a little (??) like maybe his hair’s a bit longer and he’s more muscular / toned ( idk shit about vampires someone educate me🕺🙅‍♀️🙆‍♀️ )

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vampire au would EAT

definitely choso would suit the au but like also imagine sukuna as like a king of vampires instead of curses

YOURE COOOOOOKING idk why i’d never thought of that 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ vampire sukuna would EATTTTTTT. he alr has fangs so it checks out, im gonna cryyyyyy i love the king of vampires instead of curses >>>> he’d be even more cockier

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Ok wait!!! I definitely see Toji sucking a strap or a vibrator 🤨🤨🤨 ok hold on, you playing with yourself in front of him using vibrator and the only thing he can do is watch because he is tied up 😇😇 after you cum on the toy you bring it to his face saying “want a taste, baby?” and you gently shoving the vibe in his mouth 😋 he looking you dead in the eyes while sucking and licking the toy cleaning it from your cum, okay I love big beefy men being a lil submissive sometimes 🤗🤗

i feel like you’d have to pay toji a lot of money to make him suck your strap LMAOOOO. 🧖‍♀️ bc no way, he’d never live that down

UGGGGGHHHHJHFFF tying toji up >>> he’d be so whiney once you tease him to clean up your mess on your toy, he’d have a big angry pout on his face the entire time too 💔💔💔💔💔🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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a little risky but toji actually sucking on a gun sounds so hot vegas why would you put that image in my mind 🤯🤯😭😭🤞

bye i love gun play ur kinda doing smth to me 🙅‍♀️

NAHHHH BC I SEE IT. toji sucking on a gun ?? not you but him ??? gawd i can kinda imagine him glaring at you the entire time but he’s all hard from it. imagine having the toji fushiguro on his knees for YOU oh i’d cry

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Remember Satoru one time in Nobaras skirt? Imagine u came home and he wears something from your dresser and your clothes lie everywhere on the bed and on the ground and he's like: I didn't thought u came home this early (and he seems to do this sometimes since some of your clothes happen to disappear)

What if he's into cross dressing? Lol

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LMAOOOOO omg ykw he probably is. do you think satoru would let you fuck him in one of your skirts 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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OH MY FUCKIGN GOD THE TALKING TOJI THRU HIS ORGASM OH MY GODDDDDD crying i need this man whining under me STAT. legs open pussy prepped

IKNOOOOWWRIGHTTTT gonna finish up this multi fic then see if i can write the whiney toji request omf 🧖‍♀️🧖‍♀️🧖‍♀️ need him so bad i’m sick

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if requests are open, can we see nanami x breeding kink? i know he would be the perfect daddy 💕

❤︎ ໋𓈒 husband nanami finding out he has a breeding kink.

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, breeding kink, praise, soft dom nanami, mdni.

breeding.

he wouldn’t even know he had such a kink until afterwards, finishing inside of you for about the third time with hot puffs of air running from his lips.

his eyes, dark brown pools that intently stared into yours, he’s in utter love with you and only you. your current position was supine—your legs would be perfectly sprawled and spread for him. mating press, such a deep and thorough angle. so deep to where you were practically seeing stars.

“… you drive me crazy, you know that?” he’d huff out lowly between rough breaths. you stare at him with glossy eyes, a hand softly clinging onto his wrist. he was always so gentle, deep yet precise strokes to make you feel every inch. such eyebrows of his curl up and furrow as he intakes a single sharp breath, the feeling of such thick ropes spewing inside your walls makes him groan. “always s—so good at milking me.”

sloppy hips thwack and drill into you, and that’s when he leans right up close to you—you’re met with lust filled fawn eyes and a needy smile.

“ah. eyes up here, wanna see that pretty face,” and his tempo was so unhinged. you glance up at him and he mutters off a soft, “hi my love,” and you could have just melted right there. nanami lightly presses a hand against your tummy, a thumb swiftly tracing near the exact spot where he was reaching you inside. so full, you moan before he leans in to kiss you, yet instead, he conceals his own whine into the crook of your neck. “this—tummy would look so pretty if it was nice ‘n round for me like last time.”

the very corners of your lips tugs, it outlines into a sweet pout before you whimper, “make me fuller then, kento,” you’d heave out. he was jackhammering such merciless yet tenderly passionate thrusts into your cunt, effortlessly smacking back against you. “wanna f-feel fuller.”

you had the white bed sheets bawl into the palms of your hands. everything felt so warm, his hips just continued to rotate and jerk and jerk and jerk. it was hypnotic, he knew just where to prod the head of his cock right against you.

you’re nearly drooling. just imagining such lengthy ropes of his pump you full. you wanted it, no—you needed it. desperately, you were practically being fucked into the mattress—the mattress in question creaked and sang in such harmony it was hard not to ignore its sounds.

the entire feeling, you were clamping down on him so tight that his jaw tenses. a simple sight like that was oh so sexy in the slightest, nanami lightly bites down on his lip. a cute flushed expression slowly painting over his face once he catches you still staring. he was chasing his own breath, giving you slow yet perfect full vivacious thrusts.

“k-kento,” you’d moan with a slight gasp, he brings a hand to slide your arms all the way up. it’s almost teasing, the way he makes you hold your hands high, a soft simper rests against his lips the entire time. your legs quaver, feeling how easy it was for him to stretch you out. his touch, it was blisteringly hot, blisteringly tender.

he made sure to delicately trace his fingers all over your skin. he wouldn’t dare miss a spot. not with a body as perfect as yours. that’s what he saw in his eyes anyway. “so—so goooood, don’t s-stop baby.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he huffs out, and his voice was so raspy and rich. a subtle coarse of baritone hidden underneath his deep tone. you peer up at him and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “if my princess wants to feel more full, i’ll do just that. give her anything she wants.”

you whimper, feeling him hit such a sensitive angle, he hit it just right too.

the crown of his dick made its way through every crevice of your walls. he reached in spots that you didn’t think he’d reach — not at all, you failed to hide your moans by this point and he thought you sounded so cute. knowing he was the one to make you sound like this, feel this way, it made him happy. that’s all he wanted, your pleasure was his pleasure.

every. single. spot.

whilst your toes curled, you feel your back start to seemingly arch on its own before even more sweetened whimpers fly past your sheeny lips. “give m-me,” you started to speak. he raises a brow marginally, brushing a thumb against your lower lip before feeling himself about to bottom out. at that point, he was fully inside, you felt it and you only mewled out a candied, “give me another baby kento. please.”

“oh,” he softly murmurs, and his tongue playfully licks against your neck—a sweet lap, he savored your taste before teasingly starting to nibble.

“gonna give you triplets this time,” and he brings a hand down your chest, then towards your stomach, real slow. you moan once he gingerly lifts up your leg before giving your ankle a kiss. “this what you want, sweetheart? more of this? more of … me?”

“yes,” you pout, feeling your cunt just swallowing his hefty shack, his base smacks back and forth against you to where you’re almost giddy. you felt like you were on cloud nine, nanami’s strokes, his thrusts hell, his enticing rhythm had you nearly speechless. you let off a soft meek once the shivering cold metal of his watch band slithers against your skin.

the more he touched you, the more close you became to making yet another mess on him. of course, like the good husband he was, nanami would happily clean you up.

“y-yes, kento,” you repeat in a honeyed voice, by this point, your legs were well wrapped around his waist. fully having him in a secure lock, not ever thinking to let go, you couldn’t nor did you want to. he drove into your gummy walls so good that you let off the sugared most melodic moans right up against his earlobe. “want…..another baby.”

“i know you do,” he hushes, bringing a chaste kiss towards your collarbone. you swallow a thick imaginary lump that grew into your throat. only tiny squeaks would come out — you moaned, tightening your legs hold around him before you started to picture such fanciful things.

fanciful things like nanami pouring yet another a thick load into you, and as you’re deep in thought he’s doing just that. a gasp gets caught in his lips before he leans up close to you. his broad chest presses up against you before he groans. out of all the notorious enemies he’s had to fight, he was simply no match for your pussy. its grip had him being the one with his eyes nearly rolling back.

“f-fuck,” and you felt yourself throb, making direct eye contact with him. it was rare, yet hearing nanami swear was so infrequent.

it was the way he swore, spewing out such filthy words underneath his breath. long ruffled strands of messy hair nearly occluding his view of vision. he reaches to move some of his hair away from his face, just so he could get a good glimpse of you—a good glimpse of his wife.

“look at me,” he says in a soft tone, he was buried so deep within you, you saw how his muscles tensed and his jaw tightened. he made his hips come to a halt completely before he leans in to gift you with another kiss. “mwah,” he smooches near your jawline, “mwah,” near your chin, and a final kiss near your lips.

your heart, it fluttered.

nanami felt warm all over his body, as well as the sheer warmth that coated him from being inside you. “i—i love you,” you’d whine, feeling such massive velvet ropes of cum going all inside of you. he merely lets off a purr at the way the back of your heel skims down his back. “so much.”

“i love you,” he returns it. his mouth briefly opens, and he was about to say ‘more’ but he pauses. nanami’s weight was still hovering over you before he brings a same big hand down towards your tummy. “now, we wait. you’re such a good mommy for me, sweetheart.”

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i’ve never sent a request i hope this makes sense 😭

reader doesnt feel very pretty so suguru fucks reader in front of a mirror + lots of praise

i love love love your work🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

❤︎ ໋𓈒 geto showing you how pretty you are.

warnings. fem! reader, mirror sēx, reverse cowgirl, praise, body worship, overstim, talking you through it, mdni. tysm <3

“. . . ah ah, something’s wrong, isn’t it?” geto hums softly, two soft hands attached to your waist. his touch was always so gentle—you lean back, feeling him bury inside of you before you pause your pace. he brings a kiss towards the crevice of your neck before speaking in a hushed tone. “my baby’s upset.”

“i’m not,” you inhale a sharp breath, and he doesn’t exactly buy it. although, he doesn’t interrupt your saddened words—he allows for you to finish, giving you nothing but his uninvited attention. it’s a long pause before you sigh. “suguru. can i—can i ask you something? be honest.”

he nips another kiss near your neck, moving a hand towards the inner corners of your physique. “why, of course. i’m listening, sweetheart.”

the words that slowly drag out your throat felt so hard to get out. a lump builds up against your esophagus before you swallow, muttering a soft, “do you . . do you think i’m pretty?”

a smile goes against his lips. “honestly, i think you’re more than pretty,” and you let off a moan once you feel his touch skim down your spine. “every chance i stare at your body, my breath gets stolen,” and then he turns your face to stare right into the mirror. “i want you to see what i see, a gorgeous girl on my lap. stunning, is she not?”

albeit, the moment your eyes reach the mirror, you see nothing but the exact opposite of your reflection.

“. . no,” you mumble, leaning against his bare chest. you hear the faint breaths of geto as he’s still stuffing you full with his shaft. your skin against his felt warm, sweltering hot. for whatever reason, your throat started to become dry like the sahara as you resume to speak. “are you just saying that, sugu?”

“oh, i’d never lie to my pretty girl,” and your heart swoons a bit. his words, so tender—easily warming its way into your heart. as you stare into the mirror with him, he leans in to press gentle kisses all against your skin. the hairs beneath your neck stand up and you inhale another sharp breath. “i love you, and if i have to smother you with millions of compliments for you to see the gorgeous girl that i see, then so be it.”

“s—suguru,” you choke out, leaning into his touch. you were so sensitive, and he feels you start to gradually move again. you were so trapped up into your intrusive thoughts that you forgot how you were just about to release. he was right, you knew that. but something within you was telling you that it simply wasn’t the case. “promise?”

he sneaks a final kiss against the shell of your ear. “my love,” he whispers, a hand softly wrapping around your neck. it’s gentle, the tip of his middle finger strums down your throat before he feels the vibrations collide against his single digit. “you are perfect. even if you think otherwise, you’re perfect for me, i promise,” he murmurs, and you could almost cry. words that you always needed to hear, your heart eases a bit before your knees buckle. “i wish i could make you see how pretty you are for me,” and his free arm slides down between your thighs, feeling against your slick entrance. you whimper, slumping way back against his chest. “and i thought it was your eyes that i get lost in,” he simpers once you meet his gaze in the mirror. “the most precious body i’ve laid my eyes upon, just look at you for a second.”

your hips start to make haste again, and he’s quite thick inside you—you gnaw on your lip, staring at geto from the mirror and he smiles.

“. . . from your curves to your skin to every inch of your body,” he rants, a hand slowly making its way to touch and feel against every part of your skin. such soft pads of his fingertips roam everywhere and you can feel yourself staring to drift into a euphoric state. it was approaching, your inescapable orgasm that left such a warm pool to stir into your abdomen. “mwah,” he kisses near the outline of your jaw. “if i could fall in love with you for the first time again, i would.”

“don’t s-say things like that,” you tremble, feeling him gradually split the inside of your cunt open with his cockhead. it felt so good, like it always does—you were quite tense, your shoulders were at least. but with each kiss that geto gives your body it eases you, sending you into a sweet lewd trance. “s-suguru.”

he chuckles. “but baby,” and he’s teasing now, hearing that familiar kittenish tone residing underneath his low voice. “it’s true. i love you, not just for your body—i love your voice, your scent, your touch, the way you play with my hair,” and he pauses, a mere rough groan escaping his lips. he was right up against your ear before he sighs softly. “i love the way you look every time i praise you, especially. the way your pupils dilate and your lips curve into a subtle smile, it’s so adorable.”

“ . . . ”

“aw, too much?” he snickers.

you lie back, rotating your hips a bit as you grind against him in reverse—slow but steady, your hands grip against his thighs before you whine. so close, your release was at the tip of your tongue. you could almost taste it, the taste of your sweetly bitter climax steadily approaching itself.

“i- i love you too,” you mumble with quivering lips, breathy pants shortly following your dialogue. “t-thank you, sugu.”

“don’t thank me,” he whispers, bringing both hands towards your waist for about the nth time now. he runs his fingers up before its at your hips, guiding your movements before he grunts himself. “stare at yourself with me. i want you to see what a pretty girl looks like when she’s about to cum.”

you almost moan from his words alone, you felt so hot — not just from his touch, but the way he spoke to you too. if it was anything suguru geto was good at, it was praising you to your heart’s content.

the more you rode him, staring at your reflection through the mirror with him propped up right behind you—you started to see what he was seeing. perhaps his words were getting through to you, a soft satisfied noise departs from your lips and he pulls you closer. “easy, that’s it. stare at me in the mirror the whole time,” and he kisses your neck again—leaving a trail of his invisible smooches. “i got you, i got you,” and your whines grow a bit more louder. he’s hitting you deep, your head slightly spins before the grip on his thigh tightens. “just make a mess on me ‘n i’ll clean it all up. i’ll do anything for you, sweetheart. even if it’s a little messy, heh.”

a tiny smile tugs against your lips at his comment before you feel the sudden ache underneath your thighs. him talking you through it all in that sly soothing voice, you felt as if you were on cloud nine—the tenderness of geto’s words had your heart feening for more, for more of his love and affection.

“she’s so breathtaking,” he gently cups your chin, staring you right in the eyes—you glance at geto, beads of sweat racing down both sides of his forehead. he was pretty too, his hair was pinned up but a few strands poked out and merely shielded his eyes. every time he looked at you, it was like he was falling more and more in love. a thumb of his plays against your lip before he hums, “my woman. my gorgeous woman.”

the moment you reach your climax, it comes at full speed—you moan loudly, feeling your pussy transmit into a full crazed spasm. your thighs quaver and tremor, and you briefly bite down on your tongue. “. . . s-suguruu,” you whimper out, such sweet candied moans ripping out your throat. he intertwined his fingers with yours his as you rode it out. your hips, sliding back and forth against him still before eventually it comes to a halt. your eyelids became heavy as you lie back, a few strands of geto’s hair tickling against your skin. “f-fuckkk.”

“shhh. breathe for me, baby,” he soft mutters, watching as your twitching body slowly calms itself down after a while. everything felt hot. with your mouth was open, spit-glossed lips parted, you listen. breath after breath gets slower, focusing on your patterns before he kisses the top of your forehead. “good girl, the best girl.”

after a while— it goes silent, you sit there— still siting on his lap with his cock all inside of you before you exhale lowly. “how do we feel now? better?”

you puff out a soft sigh. “a- a little.”

“hey, that’s progress, sweetheart,” he gently coos against your ear. geto smiles once he notices you’re still holding onto his hand. your fingers lock against his before he gives you a little head pat. “sleepy?”

“no.”

it’s a long silence and he tilts his head with an eyebrow raise through the mirror and you pout.

“okay, just a little sleepy,” and you turn around, making him pull out before facing him directly. geto gazes into your eyes before a sheepish grin forms on his face once you kiss the corner of his mouth. “i know i already said it but i love you, sugu.”

“i love you,” he replies, leaning to kiss the top of your forehead for the umpteenth time. “so much more. now let’s get the pretty girl some rest. i’ll even sing you a song to help those eyes close..”

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IDK HOW TO START THIS REQUEST🔥🔥🔥

Suguru fucking reader while they’re wearing his hoodie 🙏

see what I’m getting at right…..( + I hope ur doing good Vegas 🗣️ )

❤︎ ໋𓈒 suguru fucking you in his oversized hoodie

warnings. fem! reader, cowgirl, praise, dirty talk, choking, unprotected, mdni.

“you’re a dirty girl, you know?” and his voice, it was so smooth— a risqué rasp hides behind it as both of his hands firmly attach towards your waist. you’re suppressing moan after moan as you’re rocking back and forth against him, feeling him reach such deep pits of your entrance. your walls continue to clamp around him, squeezing him tight and it makes a low groan depart from his sheeny lips. “i… i’m startin’ to see why you like wearin’ my hoodies, sweetheart. so you can ride me with them on, huhh.”

he’s so hefty, geto was far more thick than he was long and the quaver you felt in your thighs had you aching…

he stares at you with the slyest expression. even something as simple as his gaze was sexy, he studied your frame and ran his fingers against the soft cotton fabric you wore. one of his old hoodies, a dark cerulean blue with a random band name stitched near the very back. “. . s-suguru,” you’d huff out, leaning into his neck to gingerly nibble against his skin. “touch me more, feel my body a little more.”

“oh but baby, you know i don’t like being demanded,” he replies cheekily, guiding your hips in such a way. he grips your waist, swaying them further against his lap and you moan at the way his stretch from his cock wore you thin. “if you want me to touch you more, you know what to do,” and he lightly grabs your chin, making you gaze right into his darkened irises. “pretty please, suguru. let’s start from there, hm?”

a tease—a simple way to describe geto, he loved getting under your skin.

you made it so easy for him too, his eyes mindlessly roam all over your body and he groans. something about seeing you ride him with his old hoodie gets him hard, you feel his cock twitch inside you before you grind just a tad bit forward toward him.

“pretty please,” you huff out in shortened breaths, clinging to your final pants. a simple thing as breathing was even hard for you, you’re having a competition with your own each breath, it’s cute. all you wanted was to just feel a hand of his skim all down your body, running down your waist, your thighs . . . maybe even between your legs. “touch me, sugu. p—pretty please.”

“gotta be more specific, princess,” he whispers, his voice still deep—sonorous with such playfulness behind it. you could listen to his voice all day, you’re steadily rocking your hips against him before he watches you grab his hands. still, man spread, he snickers once you slowly move his hands further down your waist. “mhm. okay, anywhere else?”

you bite back a moan, feeling the plump crown head of his cock thrash against your sweet spots repeatedly. you’re swinging against him each time you go forward and it makes him grunt. your rhythm was simply hypnotic. time and time again, you’re so loud and you squeeze a grip on his wrists before babbling.

“touch my thighs, a-and touch here,” he remains quiet, amusingly ogling at how handsy you are. his fingers trail towards the material of the hoodie, sliding underneath it before you make him rub against your bare tummy. “right there, sugu.”

“such a naughty girl,” he hums.

brushing his thumb against your waist, another focus near the inside of the hoodie, his touch was so warm…

geto grunts, leaning back with his legs all spread. his sweats were pulled me just briefly, and you’re riding him so good that you spot his adam’s apple poking out. you lean in to kiss near his neck and he groans, feeling the thrusts against him only get sloppier. “fuck, that’s it, girl. s-shit, fuck me like that, yeah,” and his lips were so close up to your ear. you’re a whiney mess, feeling his strong hips attach to your rotating hips before your hand ends up wrapping around his neck.

it’s unintentional— but he finds it hot.

you make direct eye contact for a short concise moment before you moan from his dick french kissing near your pulsating g-spot. “k—kinky girl,” he chokes out, hooded eyes never leaving yours. and his eyes shoot up the moment you find out he’s turned on. your rocking on his lap quickens at a more rigorous pace before he speaks in a husky rasp, “nah, don’t let go now,” he fake pouts, spreading his legs just a bit further. your fingers loosen against his throat before he holds your wrist. “choke me more baby, c’mon don’t be shy. you know what you’re doing to me.”

“you’re kinkier than me, suguru,” you pant, feeling yourself coming close the more you bounce on his cock. his thighs— it rubs against your skin, it feels so smooth. a smooth clean service, skin slaps and slaps and you’re so dizzy that your head spins— your mind’s going through a whirl, and he chuckles before slowly sliding his hoodie up towards your chest.

he grunts, a thumb exposing your breasts that flung against you with each move you make. you’re frantic, wrapping one arm around him with another tightening its grip around his pretty throat. “obviously. we know this, girl,” he jeers, and there’s never a dull moment where suguru geto is sassy. and he even shoots you an eye roll, arched black brows slightly forming into a furrow.

the sassiest.

“ooh,” he purrs up all into your right into your ear, an arm dangerously snaking around your waist. “someone’s gettin’ whiney. you gonna make a mess on me, princess?”

“y— yeah,” you croon out a whimper, the curve of his cock plowing right through you. your walls continue to squeeze him tight, hugging him like a vice before you moan right into his neck. “s-shit, ‘m gonna cum, sugu.”

his head throws itself back and it’s sexy, long strands flowing effortlessly— and he smells good.

his aroma was something you could never get enough of, so rich and elegant. geto wore the same cologne and it never grew old. he breathes through his nose before bringing a sharp spank to your ass. “fuckkk me,” he’d gruffly utter. he was approaching too— he felt it rising and rising, that familiar twitch in his right leg rapidly . you moan, feeling his dick frantically pulse right inside your cunt and you release your grip on his neck. for a moment, he stares into your eyes before grabbing your chin. “kiss me, baby. give me . . a taste.”

his words were a bit slow, he was growing weary himself but didn’t wanna stop. not now—not ever.

you lean in to give him a sloppy kiss, tongues immediately collide and clash against each other. geto’s breath was warm, his hands continued to slide up the hoodie before squeezing your breasts, fondling a bit with your perky nipples as you’re just about to reach your incoming peak. “baby,” he huffs out in short pants between each kiss. with his abs clenching beneath his shirt, you anchor a hand right through his strands as you start to suck on his tongue. only for a second, he groans—gifting your ass that same spank that makes your skin roughly ricochet. “. . uh, fuck. make me cum, ride me jus’ like that,” and his voice was the same low gruff but it sounds a slightly more . . needy.

he tastes candied, syrupy…

a lingering minty flavor resides on his tongue as your saliva mixes with his—a husked grunt gets caught in his throat. once he feels his base merely have enough though, he cums.

all inside you, you end up following shortly afterward and your body ends up spasming all on him. geto’s so pretty when he finishes. hooded eyes a low, he’s gasping for air once you pull away. sheeny glossed lips that were a bit marked from your lips attached to him, he pursed them together before feeling himself trickle inside you. “s—suguruuu,” you’d mewl out, bringing your hips to a halt as his fiery tip spits out thick amounts of velvety cum. it’s so full that you feel full, he makes you quiet by pressing a thumb against your lips, holding you close to yourself.

“listen to it with me.”

all you could hear was your pants and the subtle sound of his heartbeat— as we as geto dumping his seed into your walls, your finish was just as immaculate and euphoric. it’s so carnal, a hand runs down his chest as you lean forward to sneak a kiss near his chin.

“. . damnnn,” he breathes, holding you close. his thigh twitch and after a few long minutes he ends up finishing the last few drops inside of you, a hand grabbing your waist. geto stares into your eyes, a lazy pussy drunken stare and he slyly speaks in a drowsy tone. “you’re such a pretty good girl,” and he corrects himself, taking his hoodie off of you to fully expose your gorgeous physique. “. . . messy, but pretty.”

and you slip off a moan once he drags a hand down between your legs, two fingers inserting inside of you after he pulls out—swirling the inside of your entrance of the mess that happily coats his fingers before he takes his digits back out.

“you should wear my shit more often, princess,” he coos, and you watch as he slowly slots his slender fingers into his mouth. no shame at all that he was tasting the aftermath. his tongue gyrates against it before he takes it out abruptly, a long glossy strand of spit departing as well before he drags your lip down with a thumb. “open for me ‘n say ah. if i gotta taste how nasty you were for me, then so do you, princess.”

[screampied]

his breathing would hitch and pick up the faster you thrust your hips forward—he’s got two clammy hands attached to your waist, thumbs brushing against your skin tenderly.

“. . goddamn,” he’d swallow thickly, and you take a moment to study his features. the same cocky grin that seemed to be glued against toji’s face was now nonexistent. dark eyebrows of his twitch in pleasure, his mouth was parted, and the scar that slants near the right side of his lip only stretched further. “keep ridin’ me like that ‘n ‘m gonna cum,” and his words get a bit more quiet, you hear a mere tremble in his voice and his thighs tense. “. . princesssss,” he rasps out lowly, hooded eyes failing to give you direct eye contact. you meet his gaze, a coy smile tugs against your lips before he groans. “talk to me. talk me through it,” and he exhales. “phew. i just wanna hear your voice.”

at his ‘phew,’ he was getting hot, beads of sweat race down his forehead—towards his jawline before you giggle, picking up the pace and replying with a, “okay, baby,” and your lips plant up against his scar. “i’ll talk you through it. close your eyes ‘n listen to me, yeah?”

“. . yeahh,” he breathes, so easy to comply to you.

toji’s dragging out his words—he feels the slight twinge hit against the underside of his legs. the sheer skin slapping makes his ears ring, so so good. sloppy, he’s buried deep into your entrance, loving the way your cunt just swallows him whole. each and every time—every few seconds, the build up rises and rises. toji tightens his jaw, the grip against your hips with his hands only getting more firm. “f-fuuuck, you got me goin’ crazy.”

“i know,” you whisper, gifting him more kisses, but with this time—it’s near his nose, then his chin, then his mouth. toji’s mouth twitches, perfect pink uneven lips barely returning the kiss because he’s so lost in the feeling of your warmth keeping him hostage. “it’s okay, toji. you gonna cum for me?” and he swallows again, his rough deep groans making you start to throb.

he stretched you out so full—you start to moan right up against his ear just to make him more aroused. it works, a hand trails down towards your ass before he squeezes it. “yeah, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum for you, ‘s gonna be so much, too.”

“is it, big guy?” you play along, watching his pout sneak against his lips. toji’s sexily leaned back. a hand of yours snake underneath his wife beater, strumming your fingertips against his washboard abs. every once and while, you’d feel a few scars that paints his body like a canvas—so many scars, often from battle but you never questioned it. not yet, not until he’s ready to share that part of his life. “gonna make a mess for me, baby? it’s okay. i’ll take all of it.”

and as you’re whispering to toji’s ear—your own breathing picking up, he feels a plethora of numerous contradictions—contradictions of pure pleasure last for a good thirty seconds. for that entire duration, he goes silent.

only then, the only thing that ever escapes toji’s mouth is a pure . . .

whine.

toji whines, “m-mhm?” and it’s so cute, your hips were sturdy—yet you slow down before you feel him preparing himself. it fades overtime, yet once he finally finishes, it’s indeed a lot. he shoots so much of his thick ropes into your womb, stuffing you full to where he pulls you close just to bite down your neck. just to suppress his cute little whimpers—although it’s muffled, you can still hear it. maybe even a whimper or two. “f-fuck me.”

“i just did, baby,” you kiss his chin, and you’re returned with a glare—although, he’s too out of it to reply with a usual witty remark. toji leans back, feeling his swollen balls drain inside of you, you’re milking everything out of him. “you’re such a good boy.”

“don’t fuckin’ call me a—” and he pauses once he watches you start to pick up your hips again, barely catching his breath he reaches onto the headboard—hefty arm muscles tensing and he groans. “fuckin’ . . . good boy, m-mhm.”

what about talking toji through his orgasm 😞

[screampied]

Hello! Well okay we all know that satoru sucks the strap but who else does this hmm? 😋😋😋

omg who else would suck the strap ? 🌚

obviously choso, but unlike satoru choso’s super unexperienced n doesn’t know wtf he’s doing, but 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ he’s a very quick learner

anyone else hmmmmm, i was gonna say toji but LMAOOOOOO ask him to suck your strap he’d think you’re talking about a gun. he’s so dumb

[screampied]

Omg yes, we love angst in here!! I think someone gotta die (Toji 😓😓😓), omg I love suffering, I fear

DONT SAY RHAT (you’re right) 🌚🌚🌚🌚