Summary: Harry Potters Bimbo Girlfriend Secretly Knits Him A Sweater.

summary: harry potters bimbo girlfriend secretly knits him a sweater.
warnings: hufflepuff!reader. bimbo!reader. female!reader. set in mordern times. reader and harry are super close (she tells him when sheâs pooping) a little short
notes: my request are open soooo pls send me harry potter request <333 request rules are in my pinned post !! iâm like kinda (totally) falling back into my harry potter phase >:> the ending is a little rushed and i apologize for that ! comments, reblogs and likes are all greatly appreciated :) finished while watching: good girls episode 2
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you were hiding something from harry. he doesnât know what. but he knew it was something. you were not by any means a secretive person, especially not with harry.
he first noticed when he had walked in on you in his common room, hunched over the couch angrily muttering to yourself. âwhatâs wrong love?â he walked over to you with concern.
you yelled up in surprise, looking up at him with wide eyes and quickly placing whatever was in your hand under your butt. âhi harry!â you blinked up at him with wide eyes, voice still bubbly.
both of you were now in your third year in hogwarts, and while you were a pureplood hufflepuff with rich parents, you didnât act like the stereotypical ïżŒ ârich snobâ and your parents absolutely loved harry. so much that when he had run away, they welcomed him into their mansion with welcoming arms.
you spent most of your time in the gryffindor ïżŒ common room, saying it âfits my aesthetic more than the yellow hufflepuff common room.â
âwhatâs that?â he trailed his eyes down to your bum. âhm?â you tilted your head up at him. âoh nothingâŠ.â you looked around the room with a pout, not being able to look your boyfriend in the eyes.
but after a few seconds, you blinked up at him, as if you wanted him to read your mind. but for some odd reason, he knew exactly what you were asking.
âdo you want me to close my eyes, so you can hide whatâs under your bum?â he sighed. âiâm not hiding anything harry,â you shook your head side to side widely, a fat pout on your lips, âbut yes pleaseâŠâ you whispered.
with a sigh, harry lifted his hands up to his eyes and firmly placed them there. he didnât try to peak, knowing if you caught him, you would lose trust in him. and harry rather die then let that happen.
itâs not like he genuinely thought you were doing something bad. you told harry everything. from drama in the hufflepuff house, to when you were texting and pooping.
the last time you kept something from harry was when you had bought him a nimbus 2000. it was awesome.
he had heard you quickly stand up and run away, once he had heard you leaving the common room, he removed his hands from his face and leaned back into the sofa with a lovesick smile. how he loved you.
it was later that week when harry had walked into great hall, he had instantly spotted you on the gryffindor ïżŒ table, talking your mouth off too both ron and hermione.
with a smile he had started making his way towards you. he hadnât talked to you all morning, and that automatically made his day horrible.
you peaked up from your soup, only to make eye contact with harry. you instantly began to panic, your gift wasnât ready yet, and if harry sat down, you were sure you would spill all the beans.
so as soon as you made eye contact, you let out a small squeal before hopping over the bench and gracefully running away, ignoring harryâs calls behind you.
harry looked towards the doors you had just walked out of with disappointment as he sat down in front of hermione and ron.
âwhatâs wrong harry?â ron questioned, noticing the sad look on harryâs face.
but before harry could even open his mouth, hermione beat him to it, âharryâs sad y/n wonât give him attention,â
ron turned to harry, looking for confirmation, but all harry did was drop his head into his hands and mumble a small, âsheâs right.â
it was later that night, harry was having a dream about you, you were standing above him, poking him widely? and then he woke up, and realized, it was in fact, not a dream.
you were standing above his bed, looking down at him with a smile, it made a small one appear on his face, âwhat are you doing here?â he mused standing up straight and pulling you to sit next to him.
âi brought you your present!â you whispered shouted. in your hands was the cutest blue knitted sweater he had ever seen. he instantly took it from your hands. âyou made this for me?..â
you proudly nodded, placing your legs under harryâs covers, âyou can compliment me tomorrow, iâm sleepy now!â and with that, you laid down on harryâs bed without a care in the world.
harry placed the sweater carefully on his bedside table, before slowly and carefully laying down next to you, âthank youâŠâ he whispered to you.
ââcourse harry, anything for you.â
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âMm,â He throws his head back and thrusts into you. You bite your lip harder, trying your hardest not to make a sound. âFeel so fuckinâ goodâoh fuck, hmm.â He groans into his phone, lifting a hand to your thigh. He raises it over his hip while he moans and groans into the mic, singling you to wrap your legs around him.
You dig your heels into his ass and throw your head back when he hits a particular spot.
âWhat a dirty girl hmm? Look at that pretty pussy, feels so good. Mmmâuhâfuck!â He groans, thrusting into your harder as he puts on a show for his audience. You gasp quietly, unable to help yourself. You hope the appâs microphone doesnât pick up on that, instead focusing on Satoruâs dirty words and the sound of your squelching pussy.
Satoruâs grunts into his phone as he stares down at your pussy, pressing his palm down onto your tummy. You have to push your face into the pillow to stop yourself from squealing.
âGonna make this pretty pussy cum, want that dirty girl? Wanna come on my cock?â Satoru asks his feature audience. You thank the pillow your face is stuffed in because you almost answered him yourself. This is why you donât record these audios with himâŠyou were just so horny when you can home from a long day of work. You knew your husband was recording today but you wanted him. Those girls who subscribe and listen to him could wait. He was your husband, and he was gonna fuck you after a long day.
âOh yeah?â He chuckles thrusting harder. âMmmâgimme a kiss first, câmere,â Satoru leans down, grips your chin to force your face out of this pillow. He smiles down at your fucked out expression before sweetly kissing your pouty lips. You kiss back, mentally patting yourself on the back for not moaning into the kiss. You and Satoru make out for several seconds, the microphone catching every sound.
âSuch a good girl, want you so cum on my cock now, okay?â He reaches down to rub your clit. You arch off the bed, a tell sign that youâre almost there. Satoru rubs your clit harder, thrusting into you at an overwhelming pace. You throw yourself into the pillow as you come hard on his cock.
âFuck yesâhmm so fucking tight baby, fuck mâgonna come!â He groans, almost losing his grip on the phone as he comes in you from the force of your orgasm. âghhâbaby, baby, sâgoodâneed more of this pretty pussy. You gonna let me eat me cum out of you huh?â
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âgeto showing gojo how to fuck you like you deserve

pairing: geto x fem! reader x gojo
content: smut, voyeurism, cuckholding, creampie, cunnulingus, cum eating (gojo eats getoâs cum out of you), praise, degradation, hair pulling, fingering, fingering, consensual cheating, overstimulation, choking
a/n: iâm really sorry for the repost, tumblr flagged the first one :â)

Geto showing Gojo how to fuck you, Gojoâs darling little girlfriend, just right. Gojo sitting on the single sofa in the twoâs shared living room. With Geto on the large one and you on his lap with long fingers deep inside you, curling against your g spot as he pumped them in and out. His other hand was wrapped tightly around your neck, forcing you to keep direct eye contact with your boyfriend.
Gojo gulped hard as he felt his boner grow impossibly harder, straining against his pants as his face grew hot at the sight. Soft moans and pants were leaving your pretty lips as your body jerked with every thrust of Getoâs fingers. âSee that? Iâm barely even doing anything and sheâs becoming a mess.â Geto scoffed, giving you no warning as he began hammering his long fingers into you at a rapid pace.
The curled digits were hitting your spot so perfectly, making you cry out loudly in pleasure. Your legs threatening to close as you whimpered, letting out a yelp when Geto slapped your thigh in warning. âBehave, slut.â You whimpered once more, teary eyes meeting your boyfriendâs as your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy.
âF-fuck.. feels.. f-feels so good,â you moaned, eyes closing as you tried to lean back against the huge man.
âLook at him. Look at your boyfriend try to contain his boner.â Geto increased the pressure on your throat, keeping your head in place as you looked towards Gojo who kept looking away. âBet heâs never even made you feel this good,â he falsely cooed, sending Gojo a smirk before focusing his attention back on you.
A loud moan escaped your throat when Geto inserted a third finger, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. His fingers curling against your gummy walls, and you could do nothing but whimper and cry as you neared your orgasm. âA-ahââ you mewled âm gonna, nghâ âm g-gonna cum,â you moaned, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach.
âYeah? Gonna cum on my fingers and show your boyfriend what he could never do?â You nodded vigorously, your head empty as you babbled out little yeses and pleases. Getoâs eyes connected with his roommateâs, a teasing smirk on his face, âyou know, you can get off to me ruining your girl if youâd like, thereâs no shame in it,â he shrugged.
Gojo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he cussed the black haired man under his breath. Geto brought his lips down to your ear, âas for you, you donât get to come until youâre nothing but a brain less slut on my cock.â
With that, the man removed his fingers from your now fluttering hole, causing you to whine out in protest, tears pooling in your eyes as you felt the coil slowly subside.
Geto lifted you up with ease, placing you on your hands and knees with your face towards Gojo before filling you up immediately. His length reaching deep inside you making you let out a soundless scream. Geto started off rough, fucking into you like he had nothing for you but hatred.
His hips slammed bruisingly against your ass, cock bullying its way against your g spot with every merciless thrust. Your eyes rolled back as you let him flatten your cheek onto the cushion of the chair. Drool pooling near the side of your mouth as you were rocked back and forth at a speed that seemed humanly impossible.
Your head was foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips. âCâmon, you can do better than that. Let him know whoâs making you feel this good,â Geto grunted.
âY-youâ fuck- you are, ahh,â you let out a loud cry, âyouâre making me- nghhâ making me feel this good. Can feel you so deep,â You whimpered, hesitantly looking towards your boyfriendâs direction to find him cock in hand, trying his hardest to match his fist to the rhythm of his friendâs thrusts.
Gojo groaned loudly when his eyes met yours, the sight of your fucked out face sending blood straight to his dick. Geto chuckled at the other male, gripping onto the curve of your waist as he continued to hammer into you, angling himself to hit all the right spots to drive you crazy.
You mewled as you arched your back, his cock practically pushing against the skin of your lower stomach with each movement of his hips. âThere we go..â he cooed, watching as your face contorted into one of a pretty little slut who craved nothing but cock. His cock.
âSee that? This is exactly what the bitch needs to look like. Like thereâs nothing else in the world but your cock fucking into her, isnât that right baby?â he groaned.
âMhm!â you cried.
âFucking hell- youâre so tight, feels like youâre gonna break me in half,â Geto grunted. And all you did was let out an incoherent babble in response, barely even registering his words as you were fucked into oblivion. Your eyes teary with nothing but pleasure.
Stars clouded your vision and your toes curled as you neared your release, âS-suguru.. âm gonna cum, please let me cum. Wanna be your good girl ân cum on your cock,â you cried out in between broken mewls, eyes puffy as you tried to look back at him.
âYouâre an even bigger slut than I thought, I hope your little boyfriend is taking notes on how to treat his slutty little girlfriend.â his voice was deep and raspy as he neared his own high. âGo ahead- fuck, look him in the eyes and cum for me.â
You let out a string of high pitched moans when he began to rub your clit, your brain fuzzy as glassy eyes looked towards Gojo. His mouth opened in pants and groans as he approached his orgasm with you. âNghâ ahh. Gonna cum Suguru- âm a good girl right? P-please tell me âm a good girl,â you whined.
Getoâs eyes widened, his dick twitching at the pure desperation in your voice as you begged to be praised. He smirked, watching your ass recoil with each of his harsh thrusts. He hummed, âSuch a good fucking girl for me, taking me so well.â His breathing getting heavier by the second, âFuck, youâre my good girl baby.â
You let out a high pitched cry, âT-thank you, thank you, oh god âm cummingâ nghh.â Eyes never leaving your boyfriendâs as your body quivered, pussy tightening as you came all over another manâs cock.
Gojo did not take long to follow after you, âOh f-fuckk.â he groaned out as his body spasmed, fist halting around his reddened cock as his cum spilled onto his stomach in hot spurts.
Satisfied, Geto pulled you up by your hair, your back arched against his chest as he continued to fuck into you relentlessly. Pulling out another loud string of moans from your swollen lips. His head fell back, never slowing his pace as he reached closer and closer to his release.
He grunted, his breath hot on your ear when he let out a long groan. âGonna cum in you babyâ gonna fuck you full and make your boyfriend eat you out.â He whispered, his dark eyes meeting Gojoâs hungry ones.
âYouâd love that wonât you baby?â you nodded with a shaky whine at his teasing coo, feeling his thrusts becoming hard and slow.
Geto let out a string of curses, stilling inside you and allowing his cum to fill your tight pussy to the brim. A glare on his face when Gojo opened his mouth to protest.
âThatâs it. Take my cum deep. This is exactly how pretty little sluts like you need to be treated.â he coaxed, slowly pulling out of you for the milky substance to seep out your hole in spurts.
âNow, Satoru. Come clean her up.â his deep voice demanded. Sitting back with you on his thighs. His rough hands spreading your legs open towards your boyfriend.
Your folds glistened with your wetness, his cum slowly dripping out of you as you clenched around nothing. âCome on. You know you want to.â
Gojo stood up. Being stopped by Geto who grinned.
âCrawl.â
Gojo huffed lowly, getting down on his knees and crawling his way over to you. His tongue swiping over his lips before he found his head buried between your thighs. A soft whimper sounding from your throat at the light overstimulation to your sensitive clit.
Gojo licked up your folds, sucking both your sweetness and getoâs saltiness onto his tongue. You moaned loudly when he latched his mouth onto the small bud, his tongue swirling around it making a string of cries fill the room.
Geto watched in amusement as his friend devoured your sopping pussy. His long tongue dipping into your hole and curling into your painted walls. You let out a mewl, your head resting on Getoâs hard chest as your boyfriend used you as his meal.
âO-oh, S-Satoru baby,â you mewled, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging with every movement of his wet tongue. âF-fuckâ so good.â you let out a broken cry when Gojo thrusted two of his slender fingers into you. Lewd squelching sounds echoing the walls as he fucked them into you.
Your pussy gushed onto his hand, the manâs skilled tongue unable to keep up with your leaking juices. Your eyes rolled back when he sucked on your clit once more, body shaking lightly at the sensitivity.
Geto smiled, kissing down your neck while running his thumb along your bottom lip. Slipping it inside and pressing it at the back of your tongue. He hummed, âThink we should feed his lil ego?â Your head tilting to the side to let him graze the skin of your neck with his teeth. âMake a mess on his tongue?â
You twisted and turned as your second orgasm washed over you. You were so sensitive, trying to squirm away but having your legs held tightly opened by Geto. âO-oh fuckâ ahh, âs too much.â
Gojo moaned into you, his face becoming more drenched by the second as he feasted on your wetness. Hungrily lapping up everything you had to give. Your pussy squirting messily against the force of his fingers inside you.
âLook at that,â Geto teased, âFinally made your girlfriend squirt.â
Gojo kept on with his torture, loud whines and mewls falling past your lips as he became drunk on your pussy. His eyes closed and his mouth latched onto you tight. His face moving along with the movements of your hips trying to escape him.
âS-satoruâ nngh- too much.â you sobbed, your legs twitching and your hips jerking as your back arched, your boyfriend getting back to almost painfully licking at your clit. âSatoru, âm too sensitive- fuck.â Gojo only looked up at you with half opened eyes, the only thing on his mind being how fucking good you tasted on his tongue.
Geto groaned, your teary face making his dick rock hard again. âGive him one more yeah? You can take it.â
Your second one did not take long to engulf you whole. Your legs trembling once more as you cried out loudly. Mewls of Gojoâs name falling from your tongue as your stomach tightened, pussy spilling even more onto his face. Gojo kept his face buried in you, tongue still making its final laps despite your constant whimpers.
âOkay now, thatâs enough.â Geto laughed, peeling Gojo off of you by his hair. Your boyfriend letting out a groan as he tried to latch back onto you. âGotta get our girl cleaned up now.â
"Good Girls Are Bad Girls" - Fratboy!Rafe Cameron x Reader


a/n: thank you to @aemondsbabe for helping me with my questions on sorority and frat culture LMFAO đ©·
Summary: When Rafe meets one of Tri Delta's new sisters, he knows he's found the one.
Word Count: 5,000
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, slight age gap (18 and 22), rafe creeping, corruption kink, innocence kink, some stalking, semi public fingering, oral f receiving, spit kink, degradation, praise kink, overstim, loss of virginity, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size kink, tummy bulge, creampie, pussy slapping, honestly i might've forgotten something this was a lot, mentions of alcohol consumption/frat culture
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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You want to curse your past self for forgetting to set an alarm this morning. Youâre the type to sit at the back of the lecture hall, where no one pays attention to you. You like taking your notes, doing your work, and leaving without a fuss. Thatâs how youâve managed to get through your first semester of college so far. But today? Today, everythingâs changed.
Your usual seat - and in fact all the seats in the back row - are taken, leaving only one up front. You can feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest as you make your way down the stairs, taking the only empty seat thatâs left. Luckily, you donât have to climb over any of your classmates to get to it. That wouldâve been even more humiliating. Instead, you just sit down, pull your notebook out of your backpack, and set up your things for the lecture.
For every action, thereâs an equal and opposite reaction. So, while you might have been cursing yourself for this little mishap, someone else was counting their lucky stars that you couldnât take your usual seat at the back of the room. That someone else being none other than Rafe Cameron. The president of the Beta Theta Pi fraternity. Unofficial king of the campus.
Rafe can hardly believe his luck when he glances back at the sound of the door opening and sees you. You look so skittish, almost like a spooked fawn, as you make your way toward the empty seat beside him. Rafe leans over to ask Topper if he knows who you are. Topperâs gaze falls on you and he gives you an appreciative once-over before informing Rafe that he does not in fact know you. Rafe canât stop staring at you, his gaze hooded as he watches you ready yourself for class, angling his body toward you.
He scoots in close, murmuring, âNew transfer?â
You shake your head, your voice soft and sweet as you reply, âOh, um, no. Iâm a freshman actually. I just usually sit in the back.â
âOh,â he chuckles, leaning in even closer, his arm resting on the back of your chair, thigh pressed against yours, âYouâre fresh meat then.â
âI, um, I guess,â you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue focusing on your notes, organizing them for class and avoiding eye contact with the boy beside you.
If Rafe notices this, he doesnât care, instead whispering against your ear, âMy nameâs Rafe. And you areâŠ?â
You tell him your name, barely audible, barely above a whisper, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to yourself. Rafe notices. Heâs noticed every little thing about you in the short time youâve been seated beside him. You donât seem particularly comfortable around him. And a sick, twisted little part of him like that.
âWhatâs your major?â
âDance,â you reply quietly, sliding down in your seat slightly in an effort to create some distance between the two of you.
âOh, so youâre a dancer,â Rafe repeats, his voice laden with suggestive undertones as his eyes travel the expanse of your body. Though the professor enters the room and you do your best to ignore Rafe, he has no intention of paying attention to class. Only to you. His breath tickles your neck as he whispers, âWhat type of dance do you do?â
âBallet,â you tell him, doing your best not to shiver at the way heâs pressed himself up against you.
âBallet, huh? You know, you donât look like a ballerina.â
Now he has your attention. He has you exactly where he wants you. Rafe inhales the scent of your body wash - vanilla and sugar, he thinks - as you look at him, brow furrowed in confusion.
âI donât?â
âYour body,â he pauses, gaze lingering on your cleavage for a moment too long as he admires you, âItâs too⊠Soft.â
You look so adorably confused as you tilt your head and repeat, âSoft?â
âMhm,â Rafeâs lips brush against the shell of your ear as he whispers, âMost ballerinas Iâve seen donât have the softness you do. The curves.â
A wounded expression flashes across your face, âAre you making fun of me?â
He shakes his head, chuckling slightly, âNo, sweetheart. Iâm just saying I think your body is more suited for⊠Other things.â
Rafe decides to let you be for the rest of class, watching as your fingers dance across the page, holding your fuzzy pink pen. He watches as you tap it to your lips every so often when deep in thought, his breath growing more and more shallow with each passing moment. His thoughts are consumed entirely by you. Your delicate hands, those round tits, those doe eyes. He has to have you. Itâs not a want at this point. Itâs a need.
When class finally comes to an end, you seem eager to get away from him, shoving your things in your bag. He eyes your thighs, or whatâs visible of them under the hem of the little plaid skirt youâre wearing, those knee socks squeezing your soft flesh. Rafe licks his lips, watching the way your pert little ass sways in the skirt, following after you as you leave the classroom. Before you can make it too far, he grabs you by the arm gently, a grin on his face.
âWhereâre you going so fast?â
You startle at the sound of his voice, like a deer in headlights, âOh, um, just to my next lecture.â
âYouâre so quiet,â he teases, watching you fiddle with the straps of your backpack, twisting from side to side nervously, âThe quiet ones are always secretly the craziest. Anyway, Iâll walk you.â
âY-you donât have to-â
âOh, I insist,â Rafe falls into step beside you, getting a nice little glance down your v-neck sweater from his vantage point, the subtle bounce of your breasts making his cock go rock-hard in his jeans, âSo, you must be pretty flexible, huh?â
âOh, um, I guess so. For ballet, you kind of have to be.â
Youâre so damn shy. He loves it. So fucking innocent. All he can think about is how heâs going to make you his, corrupt you entirely. Taint that sweet naivete of yours beyond all repair. Itâs going to be so fucking delicious that it has his mouth watering at the thought alone.
âYouâre in Beta, right?â
Heâs surprised that youâve managed to eke out a question, but grins and nods, giving you a little wink, âI am. Iâm the president, as a matter of fact. Howâd you know?â
âYou know a few of my sisters,â you explain, âIâm in Tri Delta.â
Rafeâs brows nearly fly into his hairline at the revelation. A Tri Delta girl? How come heâs only just now meeting you? He thought heâd managed to fuck his way through that entire house, and yet here you are, looking up at him with those sweet innocent eyes, shying away the moment he so much as smiles at you.
âHow come Iâve never seen you before today?â
âI donât usually go to parties,â you explain, âI help set up and then hang out in my room.â
âThatâs adorable,â Rafe coos almost mockingly, âA pretty little wallflower, huh? I bet youâre such a good girl. Straight A student, gets to class on time.â
âI,â you falter slightly, making his grin widen, âI do okayâŠâ
You hug your textbook to your chest, the sight of which just confirms his suspicions as you shift your weight from foot to foot, âI bet youâre such a good girl too,â he murmurs, âHave you ever done anything naughty, Princess? I bet you havenât.â
âNot really,â you admit, pausing in front of the lecture hall, âThis is me. Thank you for walking me. It was nice meeting you.â
âYou trying to get away from me?â Rafe teases, his blue eyes boring into you.
âNo, I just have classâŠâ
Rafe chuckles, nodding, âYeah, Iâm just kidding. See ya around, Princess.â
He watches you, the graceful sway of your hips, those legs, that ass of yours. Heâs fucking hooked. He needs to know more about you.
Rafe needs to know everything about you.

He learns that youâre a legacy, your mom having been a Tri Delta sister. You come from old money, your family living back in California. You seem to have come out to the east coast to break away from the sheltered life youâve led. Attended an all girls school - no wonder youâre so jumpy around him. Itâs so fucking cute. Your mother is a doctor, he learns, and your father is a hotelier, owning one of the most famous, luxurious hotel chains in the world. Youâre a Kook if heâs ever seen one. A perfect match for him.
Topper finds out that you practice from six to eight in the dance studio on campus every day, information he relays to Rafe without delay. And so tonight? Rafe watches as you enter the studio, removing your jacket and warm up pants, revealing the pale pink leotard and tights you have on underneath. The way the fabric clings to you - to every curve, every soft bit of flesh - itâs almost impossible for him to stand there and do nothing. You donât notice him at first, continuing in your stretching at the barre. The way you move is so effortlessly graceful and so sensuous at the same time. Watching you twist your body into all these positions, the sight of your leotard squeezing and digging in all the right places. God, he doesnât think heâs ever been this hard in his life.
Rafeâs throat goes dry as he watches you, the song youâre dancing to being vaguely familiar to him. He thinks it might be from the Nutcracker. All he can think of as you dance around the room, your hair tumbling free from the bun youâd tied it in, is that youâre perfect. Everything heâs ever wanted. His first impression was right. Youâre so soft, so pliant. He eyes each of your supple curves with ravenous desire, barely resisting the urge to barge into the studio and fuck you up against the wall.
He stays there, silently watching you practice, sweat dripping down your face as you work yourself to the point of exhaustion. Youâre stumbling now, making a few mistakes, but all that does is endear you to him even more. The little pout on your face as you keep trying to get your fouette perfect. Itâs so goddamn enticing.
Rafe claps when youâre finished, startling you slightly. You give him a shy wave as you undo your pointe shoes and pull on your warm ups over your clothes, feeling a bit self conscious around him. He notices your sudden shyness and takes advantage of it, walking inside and leaning on the barre beside you.
âWas just passing through the building and saw you,â he lies, âI could watch you dance all night long. How long you been doing it for?â
âSince I was a kid,â your voice is so meek and timid, it has him wanting to see what other little noises he can pull from those soft lips.
âAny chance I can see you perform?â
âIf you want,â you pause, âIâm in the Nutcracker. As one of the snow fairies. Freshmen usually donât get lead roles, just ensemble, but Iâm in it a bit.â
âIâm sold,â Rafe grins, a hand resting on your lower back as the two of you leave the studio, âWhen is it?â
âThe Friday before winter break.â
Two weeks from now. Rafe grins, excitement in his voice, something that has you biting back a smile. He can see how happy you are that someone wants to come specifically for you. And so, he gives your waist a little squeeze, making you gasp softly.
âIâll be there. But the real question is,â he stops in his tracks, leading you to stop as well, âCan I see you before then? Or are you gonna make me wait two weeks?â
âI⊠But youâre a senior,â your voice is so uncertain it nearly tugs at his heartstrings, âAnd Iâm just a freshmanâŠâ
Rafe smirks at you, âAnd that matters why? All I need to know is if I can see you before you perform, cuz,â he runs his thumb softly along your jawline, enjoying the way you fluster at his touch, âI canât wait that long.â
You blink owlishly, surprised at this, but not at all unhappy, âYou can⊠If you want.â
âIâm gonna hold you to that.â The two of you arrive at the Tri Delta house, and Rafe leans in close. You gaze up at him with those innocent eyes of yours, his heart nearly melting at the adorable sight, âTomorrow night. Six PM. Iâll pick you up from here. Howâs that sound, princess?â When you nod in agreement, Rafe all but purrs, âGood girl.â
He sees the way your breath catches in your throat. You like to be praised. You want to be his good girl. Rafeâs going to remember that.You shift your weight from foot to foot, thanking him for walking you. Rafe decides to get a little bolder and leans in.
âHow about a kiss as a thank you?â
Rafe wants you flustered. He wants that look on your face you have right now, lips parted as you try to figure out whether or not heâs serious. He just stands there, waiting expectantly, and you realize he most certainly was. Youâve never done anything like this before, so you hesitate for a long moment before leaning forward and brushing your lips against his cheek before dashing off into the safety of the house, away from him, blurting out a quick âgoodnightâ as you go.
He stands there, pressing his hand to his cheek.
You little fucking tease.
Heâs going to get so much more than a kiss on the cheek from you tomorrow. Heâs going to have his lips on yours. And then? On so many other places.

Rafe decides to sit with you in the back row today. Youâre surprised to see a backpack resting on your usual chair, Rafe in the one beside it. He gives you a lazy smile, one that has your stomach filling with butterflies, and moves his backpack, patting the seat beside him. You make your way on shaky legs, setting your things down and preparing for class. He looks good. You canât deny it, even with that ridiculous snapback, sitting backwards on his head. Somehow, he makes it look attractive.
He likes what he sees as he takes in your outfit as well. That plaid skirt that sits snug around your hips, hitting your mid-thigh, the innocence of your lacy socks paired with Mary Jane shoes, and the sweater youâve matched it all with. The perfect innocent school girl, ripe for the taking. Itâs like every sordid little fantasy he had as a teenager has come true, and youâre at the center of all of them.
âWhatâs up cutie?â Rafe asks, his thigh pressed up against yours, âYou sleep good?â
âMhm,â you say quietly, giving him a small smile.
âThat skirt looks really good on you.â
His gaze is hungry as he takes in the exposed flesh of your thighs, biting back a laugh as you stutter out, âThank you. Y-you look nice too.â
âAw, thanks, Princess. Are you excited for our date?â He continues talking, âIâm taking you to this great steak place. Youâre gonna love it.â
âSounds good.â
You try to pay attention to the lecture. You really do. Youâve always been a straight A student and intend on remaining one, especially with finals only two weeks away. But when Rafe rests his hand on your thigh, just where your skirt ends and squeezes your soft flesh, his large, calloused palm caressing your skin? You donât really care about whatever the professor is rattling on about. This is far more interesting.
Rafe loves how soft you are to the touch, your smooth, warm skin. His cock strains against his pants as he moves his hand higher and higher, reveling in the breathy gasp you let out when his fingers skim over the fabric of your underwear.
You cover your mouth, teeth sinking into your lower lip, âR-Rafe, weâre in classâŠâ
Itâs such an adorable fucking reaction. Watching Little Miss Innocent lose her composure, the way you seem to be against this and yet, you make no move to get away. He caresses your mound over the fabric of your panties, leaning in and whispering in your ear.
âWeâre in the back row, baby. Just relax. Daddyâs got you.â
You cover your mouth as he presses his fingers against you, a grin spreading across his face at the fact that heâs already got you dripping for him. He moves your panties aside, pushing two fingers inside your wet cunt. Youâve never really felt the urge to touch yourself before, but now, with him fucking you with his fingers? You wonder if youâre ever going to be able to last a day without doing so. He pumps his fingers faster and faster, burying them knuckle deep inside you, turning your face so that you keep those big doe eyes on him. He watches the way your lashes flutter, your breath quickens, knowing youâre almost there. Virgins like you get wet so fucking easily, but thereâs something even more enticing about you than any before.
âGood girl,â he whispers, âYouâre being such a good girl for me.â
Your eyes close, white hot pleasure ripping through your body, and you disguise the moan you let out as a cough, something that has Rafe snickering to himself. He brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. And you just watch, lips parted, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. After the class empties out, he brings his fingers to your lips next, pushing them inside your mouth. Realizing what he wants, you close your lips around them, suckling slightly.
âThatâs it, baby. hope youâre ready for tonight. Because this is just the beginning of what I have in store for you.â

Rafe waits for you outside Tri Delta at six, drumming his fingers against his steering wheel. He gets out and begins to walk to the door, ready to knock and deal with whichever sorority sister answers, but before his knuckles can wrap on the wood, the door opens to reveal you. Standing there with your hair down, wearing a little pink dress and white kitten heels, a white purse in your hands that looks too tiny to carry anything. Your lips are coated in a pretty pink lip gloss that he canât wait to taste.
âHi,â you say, smiling up at him in that adorably shy way you do, âI hope you werenât waiting too long.â
âNo, baby,â he chuckles, moving to rest a hand on your hip, squeezing, âYouâre right on time. And looking fucking incredible.â
He takes your hand, so soft and small and warm in his, leading you to his car. He can tell youâre a Kook from the way you donât balk at the fact heâs driving a Porsche. You just let him open the door and help you in, thanking him. Rafeâs hand rests on your thigh once again as the two of you drive to the restaurant, the sight of which reminds you of what happened earlier in class. You press your thighs together, the low vibration of the car driving along the road making your stomach turn in a way that isnât entirely unpleasant as you squirm in your seat.
âYou look beautiful,â Rafe murmurs, moving his hand to brush the back of it along your cheek, his touch sending a jolt through you, âMy good little girl. I almost donât wanna ruin that pretty dress youâre wearing.â
âRuinâŠ?â
âDonât worry your pretty little head about it, baby.â
Rafe is pleased at how well you fit in at the fancy steakhouse he takes you to. Topper was right. You do come from old money. He watches as you eat, as you talk to him, so very gracefully. Everything you do, every little thing, makes him want you more. He sits with his chin resting on his hand, gazing at you intently as you tell him about your family, your time at your all girlsâ school. And for the first time, Rafe realizes that itâs nice to actually talk to the girl heâs into. To connect with her. He doesnât talk about himself much that night, wanting to make you feel comfortable so that youâll let him walk you back up to your room after dinner.
Because tonight, heâs going to make you his.

You do indeed let Rafe walk you to your room when he asks. You ignore the jealous looks some of the girls give you and the knowing looks from the others. Rafe knows what theyâre thinking. That youâre just another in his long line of conquests. They donât know that youâre so much more to him than that.
He closes the door behind the two of you when you enter your room, glancing around, smiling to himself at how itâs so very you, from the pink fuzzy blanket to the little unicorn plushie sitting in the center of your bed.
Rafe moves to sit on your bed, pulling you into his lap. You stumble forward, your hands resting against his chest to steady yourself. You look at him, so hesitant, so uncertain, and Rafe knows that you want him to kiss you, but you donât quite know how to ask. So, he leans in slowly and presses a kiss to your lips, making you gasp, allowing him to explore your mouth with his tongue, letting it move against yours, slow and yet so very heated. He pulls you closer to him by the waist, running a hand up under the back of your dress, moving his hand upward to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass slightly, making you let out a quiet whimper.
âYou make such cute little noises. Wanna hear some more. And you taste so sweet,â he mumbles between kisses, âFuck, baby, youâre adorable.â
Your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him through your eyelashes, âYou mean you like me? Like you like me like me?â
âBaby, of course I like you, how could I not?â Rafe coos, peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck, âThought I made it obvious. I want you. No one else in the entire fuckinâ world would do, baby. Only you. Want you so fuckinâ bad it hurts.â
You mewl with pleasure as he bites down on the junction between your neck and shoulders, âOh my God, Rafe, please-â
âPlease what?â He smirks, moving his hand to stroke you over your panties, âHuh?â
As Rafe slides his hand under the hem of your dress, caressing you over your panties, you canât help but whine his name again. The sound is so sweet, so intoxicating, that it has him moaning and pulling you back into another sloppy, wet, heated kiss, his mouth devouring your own. His other hand twists in your hair, making you moan at the slight pain, but also? From how fucking good it feels.
âGod, baby, I think Iâm just gonna have to keep you forever. You good with that? Huh, baby?â
All you can do is nod dumbly as he continues kissing up the side of your neck, âSomething wrong, baby?â
âN-no,â you stutter as he moves to flip you over so youâre beneath him on the bed.
He tugs at your dress, pulling it over your head, his mouth going dry at the sight of your tits straining against your pink lacy bra and panties. He kisses the soft skin above the fabric of your bra, his mouth hot against you, moving down further and further until he reaches the apex between your thighs.
âRafe? Whatâre you doing?â
âI just want to make you feel good,â Rafe promises, mouthing at you over your panties, loving the way you shiver at his touch, âYeah, baby.â
You nod timidly, âO-okay. I trust you, Rafe.â
âLay back, sweetheart,â he mumbles, stroking you over your panties and pressing down a bit harder against your clit, grinning at the way you moan, âDaddyâs gonna take good care of his baby girl.â
âOne of the girls could hear us-â
âSo?â he questions, sliding your panties down your legs and stuffing them into his back pocket, âLet them, Let them hear you scream my name while I eat your sweet little pussy for hours.â
âRafe,â you whimper as he gave a quick lick against your wet cunt, âOh my God, it feels so weird-â
âGood weird?â he questions, running a finger over you.
âYes, oh my God, itâs, like, I⊠Please do something!â
âUse your words, baby girl,â he teases, lining his face up with your core, âSay âplease eat my wet little virgin pussy, Daddyâ.â You let out a cry as he nips at your thigh, âSometime today, baby.â
âPlease eat my wet little virgin pussy, Daddy,â you all but scream, âPlease, please, please!â
Rafe looks up at you with a grin to rival the devil himself, âSince you asked so nicely.â
He spits on you, the cool feeling of his saliva hitting your core making you shiver, before diving in wholeheartedly with his tongue. He laps at your slick folds eagerly, like heâs a starving man and youâre a drop of water in the desert. You thrash against the bed, mumbling incoherently. The only words he can make out are âgoodâ, âRafeâ, and âDaddyâ. He grazes his teeth against your swollen pearl, making your entire body seize as you cry out.
âOh my God, Rafe, yes! Oh God, you feel so good, oh my God!â
Rafe continues lapping at you, his tongue moving at a relentless pace, making you squeal as he nuzzles his nose against your clit.
He pulls back for a moment, âYouâre so cute like this. So small and helpless. Youâre gonna be a perfect little slut just for me, arenât you, princess?â Rafe slaps your pussy when you donât respond, making you jolt with surprise at how fucking good it feels, his palm hitting your clit, âCome on, my pretty little slut, answer when your daddy asks a question.â
âYes, Daddy, Iâm your slut,â you whine, arching your back, âOh my God, faster please!â
âAnything for my baby girl.â
He rubs you faster and faster while lapping at your pussy, leaving a sloppy open-mouthed kiss against it, the slurping noises he makes, the moans he lets out sounding so obscene. But you just lay there, staring at him, eyes locked on his as you come with a scream of his name. But heâs not even close to done. He continues mouthing at your folds sloppily, greedily, tongue fucking you like his life depends on it. Your entire body quivers at the feeling, twitching as you grasp at the sheets, desperate for purchase as he rips another climax from your body, then a third.
Your arousal glistens against Rafeâs chin and he moves up your body to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.
âYou taste so fuckinâ good, baby,â he murmurs, biting your lower lip, âGonna have you for dessert everyday. You liked that, didnât you? Me treating you like my own personal whore?â
You whimper as he squeezes your ass with one hand, moving the other up to your mouth to force it open, âRafe?â
âKeep that mouth open, baby,â he mumbles, spitting onto your tongue, âSwallow that for me.â You quickly follow his instructions, earning a pleased smile from him. âShow me your tongue. Wanna see that you swallowed,â he orders, to which you oblige without hesitation, showing him your tongue, âFuck, baby, youâre such a good girl.â
Rafe unbuttons the dress shirt he wore to dinner, revealing his toned chest, his abs, tossing it aside, moving to his pants next, making quick work of them and his boxers, his cock rock hard, swaying slightly, pre cum dripping from the tip. He gives himself a few quick tugs before slapping the head of his cock against your clit, loving the way your entire body twitches. He pushes inside you, just the tip at first, slowly, inch by inch, until he bottoms out inside of you.
You always thought your first time would hurt, but with how wet Rafe made you after eating you out for so long, itâs just a slight sting and then, itâs gone, giving way to the strangest, most pleasurable sensation youâve ever known. He fills you up with every thrust of his hips, lifting your legs to hike them around his waist, allowing him to fuck you harder, deeper. You can feel every bit of him as he ruts into you, slow at first, but then faster and faster. Rafe is mesmerized by the sight of your face, your tits bouncing as he moves to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He grabs your hips, pounding into you over and over and over again, hitting that rough patch deep inside you, loving the mewl of his name you let out as you soak his cock.
But heâs not done with you. He continues fucking you, even as your pussy grips him so hard that he can hardly move, even as you squirm against him, your overstimulated body barely able to handle what heâs giving you.
When he finally spills himself deep inside of your pussy, he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing against your neck. You cuddle up against him, falling asleep almost immediately.
And itâs while youâre snoring softly that he remembers something Topper said a few weeks back.
Something that he now knows to be very true.
âGood girls are bad girls who havenât been caught.â

Hi, I hope your day is going well! đ«¶đ»Omg the zodiac ask is such a cute idea!! If it's still open can I do one? đ„č tiny 5'2 libra, she/her, love Halloween, just waiting for a man to toss me around like a ragdoll and not be afraid I'll break in the process tbh lol
Omg hello!! I also love Halloween ;) itâs my favorite holiday đ·ïžđ and these asks started out with just a zodiac sign and a pronoun, now everyone has been sending me their hobbies and kinks and I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH LMAO.
You want to be treated like a ragdoll?? Sounds like you already know who youâre getting, Libra đ holy shit youâre gonna eat this up, I already know đź
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Toji Fushiguro takes you to Spirit Halloween (smut)

You gotâŠđ„đ„đ„
Toji Fushiguro!
âI donât even think that Spirit Halloween is open yet. Itâs September,â Toji said flatly. He was busy eating some dumplings as you rambled on and on about preparing for Halloween.
âOh, trust me. Theyâre open. We have to go now, Toji!! Come on!â You werenât above begging. You knew that Toji was weak for you and would give you whatever you wanted if you begged for it. He seemed like such a rough man, and maybe he was, but he had a soft spot for you.
The two of you did end up taking your little shopping trip to Spirit Halloween. Toji followed you down the aisles aimlessly. He clearly didnât know where to go so he just allowed you to take the lead. He totally wasnât doing that just to stare at your cute ass đ
He did pull a slutty nurse costume off the rack once, smirking as he handed it to you.
âWanna take this one home?â He asked. You ended up swatting at his arm as you rolled your eyes.
Toji would definitely try a few of the animatronics, but he would just stand there with his hands shoved into his pockets. Completely unfazed by the jumpscares.
âWhatâs wrong, Toji? Arenât you scared of those?â You questioned sweetly.
Your boyfriend scoffed.
âIâm scarier.â
âŠThat was probably true. You had no idea what Toji did for work, but he did tell you that it was a dangerous job. That was kinda hot though. Jesus, youâre fucked up for liking that đ
Eventually, the two of you would wander into the mask aisle. Toji jokingly put on a Michael Myers mask. He did it to be funny. But once he saw the insane blush on your cheeks, he started to catch on. His tiny girlfriend wasnât just interested in Halloween for innocent reasons. She had a goddamn mask kink.
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You stared up at the Michael Myers mask, panting desperately as Tojiâs cock drilled into your tight pussy. Your legs were spread impossibly wide to make room for him.
Tojiâs waist was huge compared to your own, his chiseled abs glistening with sweat. He was breathing heavily as he fucked you good. But the panting sounds only reminded you of Myers even more. You could see your boyfriendâs sharp gaze peering down at you through the mask.
âFuck, youâre such a whore,â Toji growled. âThought you were innocent. Guess I was wrong.â
He held your waist firmly with his large hands. You wouldnât be able to push him away if you wanted to stop. The thought of that made your brain turn to mush.
âY-yes! Iâm a whore for you, TojiâŠP-please donât stop!â You begged even more. Your voice sounded so shrill and weak. You gasped with every sharp thrust.
Toji moaned lowly from the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his shaft. He was slamming right into your G-spot with every movement. It made you arch your back from the sensations.
âShitâŠCanât even fit all of me inside, huh? Such a pathetic little girl. I could break you, yâknow.â
Toji knew how much you liked the size difference. He always brought attention to it whenever you had sex. It was difficult for him to achieve an orgasm with you due to your small pussy. Therefore he could last a lot longer, which you never complained about. You loved feeling him inside. AndâŠThat Myers mask was insanely hot.
âYâer so fuckinâ wet from this mask,â Toji hissed. He grabbed your breast roughly and squeezed it with his powerful hand. You keened, whimpering and yelping as he picked up the pace.
âYa like gettinâ fucked by a murderer, huh?â
You nodded your head enthusiastically, unable to form words any longer.
Toji smirked behind the mask. Little did you know, you actually got fucked by a murderer every night. ;)
Read more Toji here
ONE LAST TIME â GETO SUGURU & GOJO SATORU

â§ïœ„.youâve been invited to your old fuck buddy's wedding and the best man feels that the three of you have unfinished business.
( TW ) Fem!reader. explicit content. porn with some feelings (not rlly but also rlly). reader is a slut. cheating. mentions of reader sleeping with other people. MFM. spit roasting. blow job. P -> V. unprotected sex. cream pie. face riding. fingering. squirting.
word count - > 2.2k
authors note. re-ducking-post because tumblr has a problem with the header again!1@$#^@!!!

Satoru had been sending you winks and sly smirks throughout the night. He finally has the balls to text during the middle of the feast.
âEnjoying the wedding?â
âYep! Best wedding Iâve been to.â
âSo, you arenât the slightest bit jealous?â
âJealous? And why would I be? The only one jealous here is you because âSugu is getting married before youâ
âPchss I donât want to be held down and forced to fuck one person for the rest of my life, wouldnât you agree y/n?â
âShut up, that was so long ago, youâre the only one who remembers or cares about thatâ
âI doubt that.â
âDoubt all you want Toru. Suguru and I are over It so let go. Itâs been years."
âSo, if I told you âSugu invited you because he wanted one last night with you?â
âShut up Toru, heâs married.â You cross your legs and look up. You automatically find Satoruâsitting at one of the tables up front typing on his phone. You look over at Suguru and feel your face heat when you find him staring at you intensely, ignoring his wife who is busy trying to get his attention. You hurriedly look back down at your phone.
âIâm not lying!â
âHe even told me at his bachelor party that he misses the old days...â
The old days when you spent your college years filled with their cum. You had a cock stuffed inside of you almost every day. One year you tallied the days and went a year straight with cock inside at least one of your holes. The boys werenât always available, so you had to get creative.
âMeet me in the bathroom?â
âNope, I told you Iâve changed.â
âStop lying y/n.â
âIâm not!â
âThen what were you doing with the Nanami and his friends?â
You choke on your spit, how did heâyou were going to kill Nanami the next time you saw him. You didnât think anyone else had seen you leave the office that night. Fuck. Fuck! You were absolutely going to kill him. You look back up and make eye contact with Satoru who tilts his head and licks his lips. His white hair falls into his face. He looks so utterly fuckable.
âYou want me to beg? Tell you how much I missed your tight pussy and pouty lips?â
âKeep talkingâŠâ You text. Fuck it. You missed Satoru too, itâs been years, and it wasnât as if you parted on bad termsâyou wouldnât mind fucking him one more time. One last time, as a goodbye.
âMiss your cute little moans and your tight ass and how your pretty little hands looked wrapped around my cock. I miss the cuddles after it. I miss everything, pretty girl.â
âOne more time Satoru. This is the last time!â
âPromise angel, meet me at the family bathroom in 5 ;)â
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âFuckinâ missed you.â Satoru groans into your mouth, throwing you onto the counter. You wrap your legs around his wide hips as he grabs your hair. âToru, donât fucking mess up my hair, what do you think theyâll say when I come out with a birdâs nest instead of fancy wedding hair.â
âSorry pretty.â He mummers against your lips, moving his hands to your waist. You pull him closer to you. The familiarity of his hands and mouth on you makes you melt.
Satoru breaks away and sinks to his knees. He pushes your sheer lilac dress up above your ass and rolls his eyes back into his head.
âMissed this pussy.â He inhales. Thumbing your clit above your white lace panties. You grab onto his hair and moan.
âToruââ
âShhâlet me show you how much Iâve missed this pussy sweet girl,â He leans in to lick your damp panties. âSlide this little thong to the side and show me your pretty pussy angel.â
Desperate for an orgasm you obey, sliding the flimsy lace to the side and parting your slick pussy with two fingers. Satoru leans in immediately to lick you entirely.
âSatoru!â You cry, the grip his hair tightening as he eats you like a starved man. You fall back onto the mirror and hump his face as he sucks your clit.
âGonna cum Toru! Donât stop, please, please, donât stop!â You slur, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he stuffs three thick fingers into your achy cunt. He curls them to hit your g-spot, the spot that he showed you existed all that time ago.
âMâcumming!â You moan removing your hand from your pussy to grip the edges of the counter. Your pussy convulses around Satoru's fingers.
âNot gonna stop âtill you squirt for me,â He mumbles against your clit. âYou can do it, you're my good girl.â He goes back to sucking your clit. It doesnât take long until you're squirting all over his face. Eyes squeezed shut and ears ringing, you donât notice that someone walks into the large restroom because the man between your legs never locked the door.
âWas I not invited to the party?â Suguru shoots the two of you.
You jerk yourself up, legs slamming around Satoru's head.
âSugu!â You squeak.
Satoru tries to say something, but heâs trapped between your thighs, he struggles to break free.
âNo Sugu, we were just gettinâ started, isnât that right pretty?â He coughs out, standing up with a soaked shirt and glistening face. He grins at his Suguru.
âIs that right,â he pulls his eyes from his best friends to you. You're staring at him with wide eyes, legs closed tight like heâs never seen what's between them before. He steps closer to you. âIs that right y/n?â You suck in a breath and nod.
âY-yes âSugu.â
âThen why are you hidin, from me? Hidinâ that slutty pussy from me.â
âYouâre a taken man now âSuguââ
âAnd that's gonna stop you?â
âWhy donât you go fuck your wife?â You snap, crossing your arms over your chest and returning your attention to Satoru. âAre you gonna finish this or what?â
âDonât look away from me y/n,â Suguru crosses the space between you, grasping your chin. âSheâs nothing like you, too traditional nâ stuck up. She doesnât hold a candle to this sweet cunt of yours.â
âYea?â You blink up at him through wet lashes, heart fluttering. You uncross your legs and slowly lift them to Suguru's wide hips.
âNothingâno one compares.â He brings your face closer to his.
âYou promise?â You whisper shyly, lips brushing over his.
âPromise.â He teases before catching your swollen lips. Your back arches, legs clinging to his suit-clad waist. His lips taste like watermelon-scented Chapstick, must be his wife's. You bite his bottom lip and giggle at the thought.
âHow long you got for your wifey comes lookinâ for you?â Satoru asks.
âNot long, âbout ten minutes at most.â Suguru rolls his eyes, catching your lips again.
âYou gonna take me in the mouth and let âSugu fuck your cunt, angel? Think you can get us off in ten minutes?â
âI can get you off with time to spare.â You smirk up at Satoru who smiles and starts to unbuckle his pants. His heavy cock jumps out, tip leaking precum.
âCâmere then sweetheart.â Suguru pulls you off the counter before flipping you towards his Satoru. He pushes you down until you folded at the waist. You grab onto Satoruâs thick thighs, his cock jumping on the side on your face. You look up at him and smile before turning slightly to peck his shaft.
âStop teasingâbe a good girl nâ put it in your mouth âfor I mess up you're âfancy weddinâ hair.ââ He teases. You glare up at himâabout tell him off, but as soon as you open your mouth Suguru shoves his cock in your wet pussy. You scream.
âShut her up âToru!â Suguru spits out between groans. Your cunt clenches so tight around him he tries not to cum prematurely.
You move to take Satoruâs cock before he has a chance to fuck up your hair any more than he already has. His cock hits the back of your throat, and you thank the gods above you donât have a gag reflex. You start to bob your head down his stiff cock, careful not to nick him with your teeth.
Suguru starts to thrust in and out, hands gripping your hips so tight you know your hips will be bruised for the next week.
âSo fuckinâ tight,â Suguru grunts throwing his head back. âTightest cunt Iâve ever fucked.â
You moan around Satoruâs cock. âMissed this warm mouth.â Satoru moans, thrusting his hips into your face. Suguru follows the lead, syncing his thrust with Toru.
âYou miss havinâ two cocks in you, oh wait, you still get fucked like this weekly byâfuckâby Nanamiâs entire office floor.â Mouth full of cock, you donât even attempt to defend yourself, itâs true anyways.
âWeâre still you're favorites beautiful or did you forget âbout us after college, hm? So many cocks you forgot about the first two.â Suguru slams you down the entire length of his cock, so hard Satoruâs cock falls out your mouth. Satoru grips your jaw, ignoring the spit and precum that falls onto his hands.
âIs that true pretty, you forgot about the men who tight you how to fuck?â
âN-no,â you moan out, Suguru's cock feeling you up so much you can hardly remember how to breath.
âNever f-forget you guys, never ever.â You promise.
âThem prove it, suck my cock just how I taught you, âve got three minutes.â
You shudder in pleasure before shamelessly grabbing âToruâs cock and shoving it back in your mouth, determined to get him off. You bounce your head up and down his shaft, licking and sucking the tip, just like he taught you.
âFuck, âm gonna cum.â âToru grits out, forgoing the rule about touching your hair. He holds your head to his pelvis thrusting into your mouth so hard you start to get lightheaded, pair that with Suguru's thick cock pushing against your pelvic, youâre surprised you haven't passed out.
âMâcummin, f-fuck mâ gonna cum pretty, take it, take it, take it!â Satoru groans shooting thick ropes into your throat. You swallow down every sip, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Suguruâs thrusts turn sloppy, a tell sign heâs about to cum.
âC-Cum in my pussy âSugu!â You cry against Satoruâs softening cock.
âWhat was that Sweetheart?â Suguru pulls you put by the scruff of your neck. âWhat did you say?â
âS-said cum in me, please!â You gurgle, your hands reaching for the hand around your neck.
âMâgonna cum deep inside in you Sweetheart, gonna cum so deep âll be scooping it out for daysâ Your pussy clenches at the thought. âYou wanâ that, hm? You want my cum?â
âPlease, please, please!â You beg.
âTake it thenâtake my fuckinâ cum.â He slams into your ass, cumming deep inside your pussy causing you to orgasm at the feeling of being filled to the brim.
âOh fuck, you're so tight, âm gonna cum all over again.â Suguru mumbles into your now fucked up hair. At that thought you open your eyes and glare at Satoru.
âWhat?â He questions, stuffing himself back into his pants.
âYou messed up my hair.â You grumble. Suguru laughs behind you, gently slipping his now soft cock out of you. You clench your cum-filled pussy while Suguru situates your thong back in place, he pats your pussy. Youâre suddenly hit with a pang of nostalgia and the old routine. Memories of the two of youâthe three of you coming to the forefront of your mind. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss this. Somedays all you think about it how you wish you could just go back to the days when you fucked the boys like a bunny in heat. The days when you laid on Suguruâs chest after long days and thought about what your life would be like if you settled down with him. Youâd give anything to go back.
âSuguru, you in here?â
âFuck!â
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âIs she okay?â Suguruâs wife frowns, looking at you slumped over the toilet.
âJust drunk, she always like this when she gets around alcohol, just canât help herself when it comes to taking however myny shots she can get her hands on.â Satoru smirks and your role your eyes underneath your arm, the irony not lost on you.
âWhyâs your shirt wet?â
âShe let loose and threw up all over me, had to get creative.â
âCmon babe, let's get back to the party, Satoru âll help her fix herself.â Suguru puts his hand on his wifeâs back gently guiding her out the restroom.
âOkay, be quick Satoru, we're about to do another round of speeches, the crowd loves you.â