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He Might Not Look Like He Gets Bitches (but honey, that dick was 11 inches)
Pairing: Inexperienced!Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, clit rubbing, reader teaches Choso, oral (both f and m receiving), handjob, p in v, no protection, creampie, (slight) tummy bulge, loss of virginity (Choso), not proofread
WC: 1.5K
(18+) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
“What are they doing there?”
Your head jerks sideways towards Choso as he speaks, then goes back and forth from Choso to the movie playing on the TV, where two actors had involved themselves in a passionate make out session. “They’re kissing…?”
He tilts his head in confusion, “Why?”
You try to sound as casual as possible as you say, “Because the characters are attracted to each other.”
“Attracted… to each other…” he repeats your words, making you unsure of whether you’re supposed to be teaching him this. Before you can say anything, he shifts in his seat as he says, “I want to try it.”
“Okay, you will do it–”
“Can you teach me?”
Your breath hitches at his forwardness. “You want me to teach you how to kiss?”
“Yes,” he says with a little too much surety.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
You slowly move closer to him until you’re straddling him. You feel his breath hitch as you cup his face slowly, his deep brown eyes sinking into yours. “Ready?” you ask, your voice imitating a hum of assurance. He simply nods in response. You start by kissing his cheeks, already feeling the goosebumps at the back of his neck. You then kiss his forehead and nose. He lets out a small whimper when you finally peck his lips, his head jerking forward, wanting more. He immediately reaches for the TV remote and turns it off, which makes you giggle. “Eager, are we?” You peck his lips again, to which he nods needily in response.
You finally crash your lips against his, moving softly. He tenses up at first but melts into it eventually, his yearning lingering in every movement of his lips.
You break the kiss, “You like that?”
He seems too overwhelmed to speak. The only word he can get out is “More…”
You kiss him again, this time more passionately. You slowly insert your tongue in his mouth, to which he jerks a little before melting into the kiss once again. Eventually, he begins to move his tongue against yours. Sounds heavy breathing fills the room.
Breaking from your kiss, you begin to kiss his jaw, then neck. Choso whimpers at the feeling. He lets out a hitched breath as you feel his pants tighten beneath you.
“Hahh, wha-” Choso pants.
You stop doing what you were doing. “What’s wrong?”
“I feel… weird down there,” he says, “It hurts.” You chuckle softly, “Oh, honey, you have a boner…”
“A what?” “A boner. It’s completely natural. It happens when you’re aroused.” “Aroused…” he repeats as though the word is foreign to his tongue.
“Sexually excited,” you explain further, causing a blush to creep up his pale cheeks.
You return to your previous position of kissing him, trailing your kisses from his jaw to his neck as you tug on the hem of his shirt. He lifts himself up as you take his shirt off and trail your kisses down to his torso. His breath shifts from being fast to being heavy.
As your mouth reaches the top of his happy trail, you look up to him and touch his crotch over his pants.
“Ngh,” he whimpers, “It hurts…”
“Yeah?” you coo, “I can fix that.”
You unbuckle his pants, sliding it down to the floor as you stare at him sitting with only his boxers. You rub his cock through his pants, making him moan needily.
“Can I take these off?” you ask, hooking your fingers on the waistband of his boxers. He nods frantically.
The moment the boxers come off, you are surprised at how big he is. You take his cock, needing both your hands to jerk him off. His head falls back on the couch as he moans at your touch. You finally put him in your mouth.
“Ohh yeah yes mmm,” he moans as you bob your head, letting his tip hit against the back of your throat. “Y/N… so good… right there yeah yeahh.”
Before you know it, he shoots his cum inside your mouth. You swallow and look up at him with a smile. “Feel better?”
He looks down at you with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and satisfaction. “What was that?”
“That was an orgasm. You just came.”
He is still panting. “That felt amazing.”
You chuckle. “I’m glad it did.” You straddle him again, your lips meeting his in an even more passionate kiss. This time, you moan into his mouth. His hand rakes over your body, sliding under your shirt as you hum.
“Can I take this off?” he asks and you nod in reply. You raise your arms as he takes off your shirt and reveals your bra-clad torso. He trails his fingers along the line of your lace bra. “Pretty,” he mutters before unclasping the hook to expose your perky tits. He reaches to grab them, his thumb flicks your nipples and you stifle a moan, your arousal pooling in your panties.
“Fuck, Cho… I need you…” you manage to say.
“Can I do the same to you?” he asks, sounding a little unsure of what he’s saying. “The thing you did to me?”
You don't waste a moment to breath out, “Yes, please.”
You lay on your back on the couch as he follows your path by kissing your jaw, then neck, finally reaching your tits as he sucks on your nipples, making you let out a soft moan, the sound music to Choso’s ears. He mimics your work as his mouth wanders down to your stomach, right above the waistband of your shorts.
“Can I open this?” he asks. You lift your hips up in response and he slides your shorts down to reveal your lace panties, already wet from desperation. He slowly touches the wet patch, making you groan. He slides your panties off and the only way you’d describe the way you spread your legs is pathetic.
He takes a deep breath as your pussy comes into display, his eyes intensely observing every inch of your exposed body. He reaches his hand to touch your pussy lips.
You guide his fingers to your engorged clit. “Here… touch me here, please,” you pant out. “That’s the clit, the most sensitive part of female genitalia.”
He rubs slow circles on your clit, your eyes rolling back in response. “The clit,” he repeats.
“Ngh, fuck, yes, baby,” you moan out. Inserting two fingers into yourself, you show Choso how to finger someone. Choso replicates your actions with two fingers while his thumb focuses on your clit.
With that move, you absolutely lose your mind. Your eyes roll back and you let out a long moan, arching your back. “Yes, fuck yes, baby, keep going ahh ahh just like that mmmm fuck yeah yeah.”
He positions his head between your legs, his warm breath hits against your pussy before he starts nibbling at your clit while his two fingers hit your g-spot. You let out even louder moans, losing yourself into blissful pleasure you never want to return from, never want to be found again.
You feel yourself tighten, the familiar anticipation rushing through your body before you let it all go with a loud moan. Choso sits up, his eyes raking over your glistening pussy with utter fascination as you look up at him panting.
“Was it okay?” his nervous voice speaks.
You take a few breaths to collect yourself before answering. “That was amazing, baby.” He blushes in response. You notice his bulge again. “Cho, are you hard again?”
He looks down in embarrassment. “Oh, uhm– yeah.”
You crawl up to him and straddle his thighs which makes his breath hitch once again. You remove a few strands of hair from his face and cup his cheeks. “Do you trust me?” you ask him.
He doesn’t waste a breath. “Yes.”
You take his cock from beneath you and rub it before slowly inserting it in your pussy. The face Choso makes at that sensation can only be described as euphoric. “Are you okay?” you ask.
“Yes,” he breathes out desperately, “Yes, yes, please keep going.” With permission, you fully insert him inside of you, feeling a bulge inside your stomach.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so big mmm,” you gasp out. “Can I move?” Choso nods and you begin to bounce slowly, gradually building up your pace. Every bounce, every thrust takes you both to the twilight zone. The sounds of pleasure echoes through the whole room.
“Oh, I’m close,” Choso says. You reach down to rub your clit to stimulate yourself. His eyes widen as he sees you do that and reaches his hand to pleasure you instead. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to spill out your cum.
You get off him and lay on your back against the couch, panting heavily. Choso relaxes onto the couch with his head leaned against it. He looks between your spread legs, taking in the sight of his juices coming out of your pussy.
“Are you okay?” you ask once again.
“Never been better.”
A/N: Not me writing this while never having held hands romantically (I've never even had a talking stage).
The concept of weird girl pussy, y/n who is not some conventionally attractive bimbo, y/n who reads smut on the train ride home and loves anime. Y/n who has the type of fashion taste that blends with the crowd. Y/n who has A03 and tumblr as their most searched. Y/n who despite being by all means a ‘weirdo’, is somehow blessed with the most eye rolling toe curling pussy. The type of pussy a big strong cocky man like Sukuna whimper when he only slips the tip in. The type of pussy that has Gojo nearly busting inside from a single thrust. The type that has Geto scrunching his eyes shut because Jesus Christ he’s seeing colors.
These men have never begged for sex in their life but here they are looking at you with puppy dog eyes.
“Please baby?” They whine “Just for a minute?”
#weirdgirlpussy
꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱
Riding Choso’s abs, slick pussy gliding against the ridges and contours of his muscles. Struggling to keep the noises you’re making at bay and having to give up all together, letting the pathetic moans and whimpers you’re making for him fall freely.
Choso’s so painfully hard watching you rub your cunt all over him, at the sounds of your moans. Dick straining against his pants, neglected and needy, tip sticky and leaking. His hands rest on your thighs, on your hips, anywhere he can get to. Wanting to touch you, needing his hands on you at any given moment.
His abs flex under you and it has you crying out a moan. Falling forward slightly your nails dig into his chest. A self-satisfied smile on Choso’s face tells you it wasn’t an accident, clearly pleased at the reaction he got out of you.
“Don’t be – hah – mean, Cho,” there’s a slight shake in your voice when you say it.
“I’m sorry,” he pouts back at you, “Couldn’t help it, you look so good right now, wanted to hear you more.”
The amount of slick you’re leaving behind is embarrassing, face feeling hot at just how wet his abs have gotten from you grinding down into him. “Can we just have sex now?”
“No, no, I wanna…” he pulls at your hips, wanting you to keep moving, encouraging you, “…I wanna see you cum like this.”
You’re not confident you can, feeling shy, but with how his eyes are glued to you in complete awe, you feel desperate to please him. Doubling your efforts to drag your sopping cunt back and forth on him, biting your lip to control your moans. Only to have Choso reach up and tug your lip free, not wanting you to deprive him of any of your reactions.
His heart pulls at the way your brows knit together, at how your mouth drops open in a gasp. His cock twitches pitifully when he catches the sight of his drenched skin, he needs you to cum on him. A new kind of frantic determination settling under his skin as he grabs onto your hips.
His hands guide you, rocking you faster, with more force. The sudden change shocks you, choking on moans at how much better it feels to have him helping you. Thighs shaking either side of him, chest stuttering as you struggle to keep up with him.
“I want it,” he doesn’t spare you a glance as he rushes his words out, instead keeping focused on how you’re twitching and drooling on him.
You want to tell him to breathe, that you’re close, but you’re barely able to talk without your voice breaking off, “I– oh!”
“I know,” he assures, he knows you’re so fucking close, he can read you like a book.
You can tell he’s flexing his abs for you, relishing in how your pussy jumps and you gasp every time he does. Then he’s grinding you down harshly as he presses himself up into you, the friction drives you wild.
Lip wobbling as you’re cumming very suddenly on him, coating his abs in a slick sheen of your mess. Your arms shake where you’re holding yourself up, he doesn’t stop your movements straight away, very nearly overstimulating you before finally stopping.
Choso’s eyes sparkle at the obscene mess left behind, abs drenched and shiny, over the moon at how he managed to get you to finish like this.
He’s smiling at you sweetly when he asks, “Up for riding my face?”
yeahhhhhhh
my muse
the urge to jerk ino off with a fleshlight while dirty talking straight to his breeding kink is strong tonight lads
something something “don’t u wanna cum inside n fill me up with ur cum, takuma?” “don’t u wanna knock me up?” till he creampies his toy YUUUUP YUUUUUP
their day off
Just a thought
Nanami's pregnant wife... that everyone fears
Specially Gojo
Everything is cute and all on the first stages of pregnancy, Nanami being super overprotective with you, not letting anyone touch you.
But you are on 38 weeks now and can't wait to get this baby out. Everything stress you, everything makes you cry, nag or whine. Nanami even lets you do whatever you want, go attack or bully anyone you'd like. He loves watching you make Gojo cry and not feeling a slight speck of guilt about it. Or watching how the students are trying to make everything as comfortable and fresh as possible.
Everyone went from being so excited to see you, to locking themselves in their offices or dorms the instant they hear your heavy flip flops coming from somewhere.
But even with your grunts and roll of eyes 24/7, Nanami loves how you are still sweet and calm to him, always blushing and listening to his protective words, hands reaching for his all the time, to stand up, to sit, to go for a walk, to ask for food or water, to simply caress his defined cheekbones
its so hard for me to find good black!reader stories nowadays its either full of exaggerated black stereotypes for not only the reader but also the non black characters or the reader for some reason has the mind of a toddler and writers try to pass it off as being a “bimbo” like honestly im tired of it
Ino babbles a whole lot when he’s about to cum.
When you’ve got him melted under your body, hips rocking at a sick pace as his cock fills you up and stretches you out in a manner so addictive you wouldn’t stop if the room were closing in. His long fingers splaying over your hips, trying fruitlessly to keep some semblance of control and guide your pleasure.
But he’s a mess, he knows he is. It’s written allll over his face, how his eyebrows knit together in desperate pleasure, how his eyes gloss with hot tears and lips tremble with static energy. God he feels like he’s about to short circuit.
“Feel good, baby?” You prod knowingly. You want to hear his rambles, the desperation that laces his words a narcotic in the best of ways.
Ino nods, wide eyes meeting yours. “Mhm, fuck, feels good. So good, your fuckin’.. your pussy is—fuck—addictive. GodyouresoperfectIcantlastlikethis, shit… you’re so… so pretty, I- I can’t-”
“You can,” you chide, a gentle frown on your face. “I’m not finished.”
Ino is the picture of desperate, skin flushed red and eyes blown wide with overwhelming pleasure. “You can… you can keep riding me when I cum—fuck, use me like a toy. Please.”
You can’t help but oblige. The noises he makes in overstimulation are twice as pretty as his regular ones, a keen smile pulls at your lips as you nod, and Ino is given the green light to cum.
He’s gorgeous, hair stuck to his forehead and sweat glossing his skin. You watch his jaw clench and eyes squeeze shut and head tilt back, ecstasy. Only a moment later he’s choking on his own moans and you can feel him pumping ropes of cum so deep inside of you it’s overwhelming.
Your ministries don’t stop when he’s catching his breath, though. Hips still rolling as you take Ino’s cock even deeper, let him hit new spots inside of you that fast-track your impending orgasm. He’s a mess, fucked beyond belief, and of course he can’t keep his mouth shut.
“Holy shit,” he’s on the verge of tears. “It’s too much, please don’t stop. Use, fuck baby, use my cum as lube—fuck me. Icanthandlethis, please baby I want you to ruin me, wanna fall apart for you—shit. IloveyousomuchIjust… just wanna make you feel good.”
He’s so messy, still rock hard despite his own climax. He helps you, even, thrusts his hips up to meet yours. Watches with beautiful big eyes as you finally cum all over his cock. Strings of praise and curses alike fall from his perfect lips; the lips you’re gonna kiss silly in your aftercare.
Even just to shut him up.
A/N: Hey, everyone. Long time no see. I wrote this to distract myself from an angering situation earlier today. Enjoy!
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, etc.
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The Dress - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader
“Augh!” you exclaim frustratedly from the changing room. “Why does nothing fit me anymore?”
“You’ve looked great in every single thing you’ve tried on,” Levi says your name as he sits in an overstuffed leather chair right by the full-length tri-fold mirrors of the store. “You’re overthinking it.”
“I think you need to stop feeding me so much. Relationship weight gain is a real thing, you know.”
“Tch. Yeah, right.”
You let out an exasperated huff. “This won’t work, either. It’s too short and too tight.”
“Come out here and let me see it.”
With annoyed hesitation, you appear from the changing room. Levi’s silvery eyes travel up and down your body. The pastel-colored sundress goes up to the middle of your thighs. It hugs your figure. To Levi, it looks incredibly sexy. But to you, it’s uncomfortable. You stand there momentarily, letting his eyes drink you in, then walk to the mirror to scrutinize your every angle. The pale, harsh overhead ceiling lights are far too unforgiving and seemingly accentuate your each and every flaw. Needles prick the insides of your nostrils as a lump the size of a fist forms in your throat.
Too much fat here, too much fat there. Why is my posture garbage? My jawline is so soft. I need to get rid of this cellulite on my legs. Nice bat wings, Batman.
It isn’t until you feel Levi’s breath on the nape of your neck that you step out of the unwanted train of self-hatred. You look at him in the mirror, your eyes as clouded and dense as cumulonimbus clouds.
“Hey,” he says lowly. “You look beautiful. I’m not just saying that.”
“Yes you are,” your voice cracks. “You have to be. Look at me.”
“I am.”
His voice is low and sultry when he places a hand on your hip. He softly pulls you around to face him. He plants a kiss on your forehead. The warm feeling spreads to your toes. He’s there for an instant before his gaze meets yours again.
“I do agree it is a little short, but I’m not at all complaining,” he smirks, giving your ass a light tap with his palm. You roll your eyes but can’t fight back the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. “But your comfort is the priority. If you want, I can get you the next size up for you to try on.”
“I don’t know, Levi… I’m tired of feeling fat and frustrated.”
“I understand. But I think that color suits you well. What size is that?”
“Large.”
“Hm. Would an extra large work?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll be right back.”
And just like that, he’s off in a flash to fetch a larger size for you. You return to the changing room and sit on the little bench in the corner of it. You wait patiently for a few minutes before you hear Levi’s footsteps approaching. He knocks on the door, and you open it to take the dress, but he closes the space between you and swiftly locks it.
“Uh…” you trail off as he hangs the pastel garment on a nearby silver hook. “Can I… help you?”
“You most certainly can.”
He suddenly crashes his lips to yours, and you’re backed up into the wall. His chiseled chest presses up against yours with one of his legs stationary in between your thighs. At first, you’re caught off guard, wide-eyed at his sudden actions. But when your tongues intertwine together, your eyes close and you lean into him. His touch is needy and passionate; you gather this when his fingertips lightly dig into the curve of your waist.
His grip glides into the back of your skull to gently pull your hair. Your gaze moves upwards as he does this, and he plants open-mouthed kisses on your throat. You are suddenly reminded of where you are.
“Levi,” you whisper, tapping his shoulder with your hand. He doesn’t stop. “Levi. Come on. We can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“We’re in a damn changing room.”
“There’s nobody around,” he sucks on your carotid artery, causing your breath to hitch. “And you can be quiet, can you?”
“Uh… I…” you struggle to form words. He knows what he’s doing.
“Plus, I want to make you mine in this cute little sundress. It has perfect access, don’t you think?”
His other hand glides up in between your legs and one of his fingers dips underneath the side hem of your underwear. He runs his digit up and down the fabric. It’s cold against the flesh of your hip. The simple, seductive action sends warm sparks up your spine.
An internal war wages within you: one part wants to give in to the lust, while another warns you not to do this. But with each passing kiss and lick, as well as the stroke of his finger against your panties, the former becomes more triumphant while the latter struggles in a losing battle.
When you clear your throat, you find your voice again.
“Thought you weren’t a fan of public sex. Or quickies.”
“Can a man not change his mind?”
You stay silent after his rebuttal. When his head buries itself in the valley of your breasts and his tongue makes a strip against your sternum, a white surrender flag is waved. You finally give in to the sensations he’s bringing you. Your body relaxes and you can finally release the breath you’ve been holding. Levi knows you well enough by now that it’s your body’s way of giving him consent to do what he wants to you.
His voice is laced with adoration when he says the following words.
“That’s my girl. Stay quiet.”
The simple yet stern command reminds you of when he was your captain and you were his subordinate. It brings a slight smile to your face. But it’s stolen from your lips when he drops to his knees before you. You look down and his fingertips loop through the sides of your underwear. All too eagerly, you help him remove them. They’re tossed to the side thoughtfully so as not to raise any suspicion by potential passersby.
Yeah, as if that’s the only thing that could raise someone’s suspicion.
Levi buries his face in you. He proceeds with caution, being mindful not to make too much noise as he kisses, sucks, and licks your clitoris. It causes your mouth to drop open and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You can’t see him since the sundress is acting like a makeshift curtain. He needs more. A better angle. His palm goes to the back of your thigh and delicately lifts it, putting it over his shoulder so you’re standing on one foot. You brace yourself against the walls of the tiny changing room to keep your balance.
His hands caress your thighs and ass. He has to restrain himself from spanking you, one of his favorite things to do as he’s eating your pussy. A challenging test of temperance for him. And you’re dealing with a test yourself. You’re not used to staying quiet. With both of you having your own place, you could be as loud as you wanted. It feels wrong to be so quiet, like something’s missing.
He stands up after a few moments and kisses you. Wanting to feel your soft, smooth lips on his.
“I could stay in between your legs all day,” he mutters against your lips before pulling back. “But we’re on a time crunch.”
He flips you around and, instinctively, your ass finds his pelvis. He is fast to drop his belt onto another clothing hook, then unzips his fly. He shoves the waist of his pants down to the middle of his thighs. You gaze at the sight in the mirror. You bent over and ready for him in a dress that doesn’t cover much when you’re in this position, and him looking at you like a blind man seeing for the first time.
Levi spits a wad of his saliva onto his penis. He uses a quick fist to spread it onto the entirety of his length. After, you struggle not to cry out in pleasure when he puts himself in. You focus on your breathing: inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale. Meanwhile, he’s focused on that first thrust feeling. The warmth and tightness of your cunt. The whites of his eyes are the only thing visible when he tosses his head back.
He begins thrusting in and out, hitting the right spot with each stroke, being careful not to have your thighs slap together. He leans over and pops each of your breasts out of the cups in the dress. After, his fingers snake in between your legs and start circling with your clit. The stimulation feels so good, so delicious. You fight every cell in your body to not moan out for him. Nothing can be heard aside from the sound of you two breathing heavily.
“Hello?” a female voice calls out, making your eyes widen and your entire body jump with surprise. Levi puts a hand over your mouth and gathers his wits in a split second to respond.
“Yes ma’am?”
His tone is entirely normal.
As if he’s not balls deep inside you right now.
“Everything going okay in there?”
“Yes, thank you. Helping her zip up a dress in the back.”
“Okay, no problem! Just letting you know that we will be closing in fifteen minutes because of the holiday weekend.”
“Thank you for letting us know. We won’t be long.”
“Sure thing.”
Once the click-clack sound of the associate’s high heels is no longer within hearing distance, he uncovers your mouth and drops to your ear to ask you a question. His voice is gruff as he slowly starts thrusting again.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” you croak.
“Okay.”
Levi grasps your hips and uses his strength to bounce you onto his dick hard and fast. The combination of the lower half of his shirt and his pants mute the normal skin-on-skin slapping noise that would usually be had in a position like this.
He’s already close. Dammit. In his mind, you just feel too good. Too warm. Too tight. Too you.
He pulls out without warning. You look back in confusion. He sits down on the bench. He looks up at you with hungry eyes. He reaches out for your waist and pulls you close, which makes you straddle him.
“Guide me.”
You do as he says and reach in between your legs to line up his tip with your entrance. You slowly sink onto his cock, which is a delicious feeling, given the stretching you feel inside. Once he’s entirely inside you, you are hesitant to move. He feels so big. Why do some positions feel so differently than others?
The hard wooden bench is uncomfortable for your knees but you pull yourself through it for the sake of Levi’s pleasure. You move your hips up and down, side to side, and back and forth, giving you both a myriad of sensations to revel in. He’s always the prettiest like this: the way his hair is brushed back on his face, his blown-out pupils, and the dusting of redness on the apples of his cheeks.
You continue to ride him without making a sound. When your lips find his, the familiar feeling of hot pleasure courses through his pelvis once again. He can’t take it, barely reciprocating your kiss. He pulls away from you and tilts his forehead against your collarbones.
“I’m close,” he rasps against your chest.
You stand up swiftly and drop to your knees like he did a few minutes earlier. Not wanting to lose his high, you’re quick to take him completely in your mouth. The tip brushes lightly against the back of your throat. Your hand wraps around him as you bob your head, twisting your wrist just how he likes when you get to the top half of his length.
His entire body stiffens as he gets closer and closer to the edge. A hand finds its way into your hair, gently encouraging you to keep going. He even stops breathing for a few seconds.
“I’m gonna cum…”
You respond with an appreciative hum that reverberates through his penis, and he grips the sides of the bench so tightly that his knuckles turn white. However, his grip on your hair remains soft. His abdomen contracts and releases as he spills rope after rope of semen into the back of your throat.
As you swallow, you continue your relentless assault on his dick, not letting up on sucking, the tightness of your hand, or your rhythm. This makes him eventually squirm uncontrollably. It may sound twisted, but it gives you some sort of satisfaction to bring Levi to this level of helplessness and desperation. He’s at your will.
“Babe, babe,” he nearly begs, grabbing your arm firmly in an attempt to make you stop. “Please. It’s sensitive and ticklish.”
He’s halfway laughing. You giggle as you release his cock from your mouth with a hushed popping sound that only you two can hear. You don’t say anything since Levi needs a second to catch his breath, clearly dazed from his orgasm. It’s only a minute or two before he’s back on Earth and getting everything back on.
Once fully dressed again, he stands back and looks at you—a smirk plastered on his face.
“You sure you don’t want that dress, huh?”
thank you charlie xcx and billie eilish 🤍
★ KINKTOBER 2024 ★
OCTOBER . . . is the month of fall, a breeze of winter and best of all, the scariest and spookiest things imaginable. wonder who’s gonna participate in these activities ?
𓂋 ཐི❤︎ཋྀ — NOTE : hii guys, i’ve been getting more active on tumblr recently and to have some fun on here and release me from my writing block. i’ve decided to participate in kinktober <3 , i’m really new to this kind of stuff so please forgive me if i upload stuff a little late. (i have classes so ofc i am.) so i hope you guys enjoy this new thing i’m trying. i love yall smm mwah! - xoxo nyla !
before continuing: reader will be blackfem! , and all works are 18+
jujustu kaisen only! {modern au}
have fun and enjoy ! ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
📼— 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 … DO YOU LIKE . . . SCARY MOVIES ? toji fushiguro ! ꒱༢ུ ྀུ
📼— 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 … THERE’S A WOMAN IN MY TV ! nanami kento ! ꒱༢ུ ྀུ
📼— 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 … SHE’S ALIVE !! AND HORNY ? satoru gojo ! ꒱༢ུ ྀུ
📼— 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 … MY BITCH IS A VAMPIRE ! choso kamo ! ꒱༢ུ ྀུ
📼— 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 … SLIMY SLITHERING SUCCUBUS ! hiromi higuruma ! ꒱༢ུ ྀུ
📼— 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 … THE KING OF CURSES IS MY BITCH ! ryomēn sakuna ! ꒱༢ུ ྀུ
𓉸ྀི 🔪— coming soon <3
Imagine Nanami Kento waking up from anesthesia after surgery, his bleary and unfocused gaze landing on you (his wife) standing beside him and holding his hand in yours. You smile at him warmly, softly reassuring him that he's okay and that you're right here beside him as he stares at you silently.
Nanami looks down at your joined hands, his gaze seems to focus on the wedding band adorning his ring finger. He stares at it for a moment before looking back up at you.
"Who are you?" He slurs, his words sloshy and imprecise. So unlike him, and so very adorable. "Are you a nurse?"
You giggle at Nanami's question.
"No, I'm not a nurse."
Nanami seems puzzled at your response. His brows furrow as his fingers move against yours, thumb stroking across your knuckles in that gentle motion he always does to soothe you. Your smile widens. Looks like there are some things that even ketamine can't erase.
"Wow. You got the most gorgeous smile. Are you a model? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my whole life. You got really pretty teeth too..."
Kento's fingers tighten around yours, his voice falling into a groggy whisper.
"But...I think I'm married. We shouldn't be holding hands like this."
You bite your lip, fighting against the bubbling laughter in your throat and failing.
"O-Oh?"
Nanami nods, his expression shifting from one of appreciative awe to adorable seriousness.
"I want to be a good husband."
Well that just about melted your whole damn heart. Even the hospital staff in the background can't repress their "awww"s and "that's a keeper"s.
"Don't worry, you are a wonderful husband, Kento. I know that for sure."
He's confused again, those unfocused honey brown's searching yours, trying to figure out the situation as best as he can given the circumstances.
"How do you know?"
You raise your left hand, bringing it into his line of sight and wiggle your ring finger, the golden band surrounding it captures Nanami's attention in an instant.
"Because I'm your wife."
Nanami's eyes instantly grow wide, his expression morphing into one of childlike wonder.
"You're my wife?"
You laugh.
"Yes."
He squeezes your hand with a surprising amount of strength given that he was knocked out cold not that long ago.
"We're really married?"
"Yes."
"Wow..." Kento breathes, drifting off for a moment before asking you another question. "Have we kissed yet?"
His innocent yet hilarious question sends you into another fit of laugher.
"Y-yes! Many times."
Nanami rewards you with a dopey smile, his gaze so utterly loving, enchanted by your unrestrained joy.
"My wife." He murmurs adoringly, his fingers reaching up to caress your cheek.
"I love hearing you laugh." His palm cups your face. "You really are so beautiful. I hit the jackpot, didn't I?"
Grinning from ear to ear, you press a tender kiss to Kento's fingertips before guiding his hand back down to the bed.
"Alright sweetest man alive, you need to stop talking before you make every person in this room fall in love with you. I'm going to grab a snack for us for later. I'll be right back, okay?"
Kento nods.
"Okay. Can I get another kiss when you come back?"
1:43
“Uggh I hate you with every fiber in my body! You make me sick Jean!” you screamed with your body shaking with anger. He scoffed turning around to make a rebuttal “yeah I make you sick? You’re the one that makes me wanna vomit with— with your pretty lips a-and beautiful hair and soft skin…Damn it just kiss me already” he whimpered.
You stepped towards him without thinking grabbing his face smashing your lips into his for a rough wet sloppy kiss letting your body relax in his grip.
“I knew you didn’t hate me” he smirked into the kiss.
“Shut up.”
MDNI - 18+ Material
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu would occasionally hear Toji blabber about his girl, talking about how good she is in bed and how he can’t wait to see her later that night. It was quite common until out of the blue, he noticed that the himbo started bringing you along just to see him for a bit before getting dropped off to the designated spots.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous you are, how the natural light compliments your skin and hair. It was hard for him to not think about you being so pretty in the backseat and still in his line of sight within the rear view mirror.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu was disappointed to see that you didn’t turn up one day, but then it was consecutive with your absence. Toji spills the beans at how he fucked up by letting another girl touch him, to which he was so nonchalant about. And it only pissed the handler off even more.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu then sees your pretty face again once you and the himbo made up, but your expression looked different this time. He could see it all over your face - the suspicion and wariness, very much apparent from what he could gather.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu felt his whole body boil in anger when he’s driving Toji to a certain location for his next mission with…someone else in the backseat. It was definitely not you, but a different girl that wears the same egotistical grin that reflected Toji’s. Certainly a downgrade compared to you.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu knew that was the last time he’s picking up and dropping off Toji for missions, because he was already making way to your house right after dropping off that bitch at the bus station. His heart raced and ached as he finally reaches to your house, finding you completely unaware of the current situation as he meets with you face to face.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu consoles you after breaking the terrible news, telling how it’s not your fault and that Toji didn’t even deserve an ounce of your graceful time. Holding you close as the scent of his cologne filled your nose, bringing more comfort to the gentle embrace. And maybe something more that you’ve been deprived of.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu understood that there was no turning back by the time he had your legs wide open for him, ready for him to devour you. He was so skillful with his tongue and thick digits, hell, he made sure it was personal as he draws out perfect mewls and moans from you. Just seeing you so bare and hot for him made his cock swell painfully with need of release.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu had you in all kinds of positions, feeling you get tighter as each wet squelch sucked him in deeper into you. All the love and care he puts into each thrust and grind made your mind go blank and vision ever-so splotchy. Not even Toji had you like this and it showed, because you had squirted and gushed so much on the bed - it was enough to put a small fire out.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu finished with a sharp exhale and a grunt, glazing your pretty fat ass with his cum. You both pant and sigh in contentment, knowing full well this means, only that….Toji won’t know just yet.
MistaStealYaGirl!Shiu now drives in pride everyday with you as his passenger princess. His grin getting bigger just when he passes the bus stop at the light, seeing Toji waiting impatiently at the bench with another annoying booty call that just won’t seem to leave him alone. And out of pettiness, you both waved at them two while driving by, laughing and giggling by seeing the defeated-looking sorcerer killer down on his luck.
just fantasizing about gamer! choso. your once roommate now turned boyfriend, moving his fingers so quickly on his pc keyboard. the glowing purple led’s between the white keys making it so satisfying to look at , plus ! the pretty pc setup he has. the purple led theme making it a perfect aesthetically appealing, literally right out of a pinterest board. now don’t get me wrong, choso is never the type to put playing video games with his friends over his girlfriend, no-no-no, in fact he’s teaching you how to play the games.
“ok baby, you use the R2 to do a heavy attack.” choso pointed the right 2 button on the white ps5 controller, he was currently teaching you how to play god of war ragnarök. you got bored walking around the apartment having nothing to do. so you ask choso to teach you some things. on other days, he’ll teach you how to play fortnite which was more fun than you thought!
one thing he loves about you, is how he can be casually playing his games with yuji, you’ll come in his gaming room and sit on his lap and resting your head on his shoulder, giving him little pecks on his neck. choso never gets annoyed when you do these kind of things, he finds it comforting when you do. choso absolutely hates the heat so he’ll always have a fan on the coldest setting, so when you come in and sit on his lap. he notices how cold the room is. “choso baby, you need to turn up the heat on this fan. you’re gonna freeze to death.” you comment whispering in his ear, you didn’t notice his mic was on and hear yuji and todo agree with you. ‘yea you should listen to your girlfriend choso, whenever i come over that room is like a refrigerator’ yuji commented too. “yuji that isn’t true, stop telling people my room is like a fridge." choso argued making you give him a little laugh.
did i mention he’s very skilled with his fingers? he loves hitting the spongey spot that makes you squirm and whimper. he uses his rough thumb to draw quick circles on your swollen clit, you’re so squirmy he has to use his other hand to push your stomach down to keep you still on the bed. “ yea baby — cum for me. i’ll even let you suck my dick under my desk if you do.” the idea of that made you mewl and buck your hips up to create more friction with his big fingers. “ aughh — shit! cumming cho’!” you squirted all over his face and hand with your sweet essence leaving a little sweet puddle on the towel. “ that’s my good girl . . now crawl under my desk. wanna see you with your mouth full.”
ugh, he’s so fucking sexy.
"Shhhh," you giggle wickedly against Choso's sweaty forehead. Your tits are stuffed in his mouth, muffling his slutty little moans as you ride him, bouncing your ass up and down on his lap, his cock hitting your g-spot with each deep thrust. "Your brothers are going to hear us."
He groans louder, drool wet on your skin, tongue hot on your nipples as you force another orgasm out of him, his second one in a row. It's too much now, way too fucking much, and still, you don't relent. Even after you're stuffed so full of his seed, you continue to ride him, desperate for more. He's such a fucking slut for you that he doesn't have the strength nor the willpower to stop you from using his oversensitive cock. All he can do is lie there and take it, lie there and act like he's at his fucking limit, when he actually is loving this so fucking much. Especially when you're fucking him inside his bedroom while his precious brothers are playing video games just outside.
He gets off on this shit, even he can admit that. Big brother Choso, who takes care of his little brothers, who dotes on them, protects them, caters to them hand-and-foot. Well, he needs to be taken care of too, and who better to do that than you, his horny little girlfriend. You, who smirks down at him as you pump more and more cum out of his cock while his moans get more high-pitched sucking on your nipples harder, trying to control the obscene noises being drawn out of him. "No more," he says weakly, not making any effort to lift you off him.
"One more, baby." You kiss him on the mouth, lapping at his tongue, wiping away the sweat and tears streaked on his face. "Just one more. Please?"
Sure, his balls are drained, his cock hurts from overstimulation, but how can he refuse you when you look at him like that? "Okay, baby. Just one more," he gives in, leaving it all to you yet again.
Yeah, he really, really likes being taken care of.
Would yall read a aot fic where it’s scout game night, yall play family feud, and Connie is Steve Harvey? 😭
I introduce you... Matching! <3
Original artists: @fool_rith and @Ickyeddie (twt)
can you perhaps write a fic abt the sukuna one??? 😭 I NEED to know if he convinces us or not
Smau: "It's okay, I got you." 💜
- the jjk men finding out that you're working too hard and deciding to take care of you 💕
(nanami, choso, shiu, toji, sukuna, gojo, and geto)
contains: fluff, crack, mentions of violence
a/n: whew, i'm all angst'd out for now. here's some cute, feel-good stuff. also, i should be getting done with pt. 2 of toji x preschool teacher fic this evening, along with a different smut fic. 😌
MATCH MY FREAK ?! ★
𝜗℘ feat. toji, gojo, nanami, geto, choso. ranking the jik men’s freaks ‘n how nasty they are.
warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, overstim, choking, dumbification, dirty talk, first time squırt, size kink, spıt kink, mommy kink, lactation fantasizes, finger sucking, fıngering, brēeding, praise, humping, manhandling, nıpple play
wc. 4.3k
TOJI FUSHIGURO ★
the nastiest — doesn’t have any shame whatsoever. with toji, all he ever has to do is have you bouncing on his lap over and over.
that annoying everlasting slash of a scar runs down the right side of his lip as his attention’s focused on some old western movie. “mhm, there we go. milk me or whatever,” and you pout. he’s not paying you any attention on purpose. one hand of his grabs onto your waist, another gripping his empty beer can. glancing down at your sloppy cunt, he snarls. “you sure do love makin’ a mess, huh. look at this,” and you moan, feeling him bring both hips of yours to an abrupt stop. as his heavy cock’s still plummeting into the velvet of your cunt, he lifts you up a few inches. “all this cum goin’ ‘ta waste. so sad,” and you shudder, watching as he swipes a thumb against your dribbling entrance. his own seed oozes out of you and he smears it, dragging a bit onto the print of his thumb. “my, my. nice ‘n fresh,” and with doe widened eyes, you watch as toji licks his finger clean. you felt yourself throbbing immensely, and then he gingerly wraps a hand around your neck. “don’t just stare, girl. y’er gonna get a taste too. open nice ‘n wide, goood.”
as you’re harshly jerking back and forth, hearing the raucous groaning creaks of the sofa rock continuously, your mouth sags opens. toji dangerously leans in, one hand knuckles deep into your slobbering cunt before he pulls it right back out.
“fuck, baby look at how sloppy you get,” and he swivels his fingers inside before removing them, gathering a nice amount of his dribbling cum. toji looks at you with a with a haughty expression, so obedient. mouth all open, needy breaths falling out, you couldn’t have been any more perfect. “yeaaah, curl that tongue up ‘n tell me how i taste.”
once he places two thickset digits inside of your mouth, you suck them clean whilst still moving against him.
your moans were now muffled due to his digits being shoved into your mouth — coating his thick fingers with your glistening, slick saliva. “mphh,” you whine, feeling his free hand creep down between your pried open thighs. toji’s staring at you with murky, hooded eyes as you’re still creating feverish friction. your tongue curls around his fingers and you savor the honeyed taste of his own cum swashing inside your mouth. you couldn’t describe the taste, bittersweet.
it was an entire mixture of bitterly sweet, almost no taste at all as the seconds past. toji’s big hand grips your cunt before he gives it a nice squeeze, watching your eyes roll back.
“god, y’r so fuckin’ nasty today, can’t even watch my movie without giving my girls some attention, huh,” and with his entire wrist, he spanks your cunt raw. “especially her, yeah you,” and his eyes flicker down at your sobbing pussy, not even staring at you anymore. “look at her tryin’ to talk back. too soaked though, shame.”
“t- tojiiii,” you pathetically purr out, the swatting smack against your folds giving you whiplash. as you attempt to speak, his fingers get pulled out of your lips, a long slimy-like trail of spit following and he glares at you. “gonna c-cum again.”
“you’re gonna be a messy girl when i tell you to be, baby,” he reminds you, and you could practically feel the milky ring forming around his base. from between your thighs, it’s so filthy.
sticky, each jolt you do on his lap by making haste with your hips has you feeling the stretchy strings of your own juices to his sloshing back and forth together. it’s filthy, you even have the audacity to try and sneak a hand between your thighs, hoping to touch yourself but he smacks it away. “girl, please. let’s not even go there.”
“but—”
“but nothin’. bend over,” and with a blink of an eye, you’re tossed on your back. you gasp, his quick movements barely giving you time to comprehend anything. first you were on his lap and now you were on all fours with your ass up in the air. you whimper, feeling him spank your left cheek before spreading it open.
with two broad hands, he dips his long tongue into your hole before cleaning out his cum with a single slurping lick. he wasn’t even fazed. you moan, shuddering from the stimulation and you’re oh so sensitive and he only makes it worse the moment he starts sucking you, cleaning you out from the back.
“aw, shaky are we? stay still, gotta clean you up silly girl. this cum doesn’t come for free.”
SATORU GOJO ★
satoru’s always been kinky — especially with you. one of his favorite things to do is to convince not only you but himself that he’s not a bottom. in the end, your hips always prove him wrong though.
reclined way back, he watches as your body grinds up and down against him, bouncy.
he groans gruffly, countless slender fingers grabbing ahold of your waist. your body’s movements were always so unpredictable, giving him a run for his money. “ah, ‘s fuckin’ good, baby. ride me jus’ like that, yeah. mhmm.” and you could hear the bratty strain in his voice. he huffs, snowy white strands sticking to his forehead like glue. your sopping wet cunt had a few loose strings of residue cum clinging near the crevices of your thighs and sticking to his. he just couldn’t get over how wet you were. satoru was heavily flustered, driving such thick inches into you. as he’s trying to keep up with his maddened pace — despite you doing all the work, you whimper from the outstretched girth. he reaches that spot and it messes you up every time.
fuck, it’s as if each thrust makes you feel him mold out your walls ten times more. he’s so big, the lazy curve on his cock had you feening for more. and if it was anything about satoru, it’s that he just wouldn’t stop talking. a blabber mouth, whining for you to go faster while at the same time, whining for you to go slower. “make up your mind, ‘toru,” you tease him, a slight tremor in your own voice. his heat entangles with yours and it’s so good.
the fervor, its steadily arising, mixing both individual pleasures as you grab onto his hand. a myriad of fingers intertwine amongst each other as you lewdly rock your body into his. god, it’s only been a few minutes, just a few minutes of yet another round and his eyes were already going back. so far back that you noticed the sexy flicker of white in his eyes paint his sockets a eerie new color.
“y- your hips, oh fuuuuck,” and he’s just slumped against the velvety sheets, feeling his heart beats pulse right through his ears. it’s loud, almost like a deafening beat to some sort of song. satoru’s jaw tightens as you’re preparing to milk him again for the third time. he’s panting like a dog before he suddenly spanks your ass. “mhm, baby,” he stammers out, meeting your gaze right away. you stroke his cheek, spotting the tiny pout pressing against his lips. panting laboriously, his lungs never felt more full. with a heaving sigh, he grabs your neck. “do that thing again, pleaseplease.”
you tilt your head, playing dumb. “do what?”
he groans, feeling his cock twitch inside from the sweltering warmth of your heated heat. taking a second to swallow, he huffs. “the thing, y’know,” and his white brows contort into a sheepish furrow. it’s adorable, it’s almost like he’s too embarrassed to say it. “s- spit in my mouth again, baby. wanna .. taste you.”
“fine,” you tease, wrapping a hand around his throat. he’s got the smuggest grin and your hips were gonna wipe it right off. satoru groans, watching you inch yourself closer, skin against skin, body against body, it’s so hot. with the way your cunt mercilessly drags itself against him, he felt like he about to melt. you gently scrape a thumb over his bottom lip, still rocking into him rigorously. “open your mouth, pretty boy.”
“heh, yes m- ma’am,” he swallows, getting turned on by your sudden authority. his dick pulses inside of you, curving all through your gummy walls with such intensity. he’s feral. satoru opens his mouth and you lean in, gathering a fair wad before watching it trickle down. he whines at the sweet taste of your nectar, feeling your fingers wrap around his throat and he’s just voluntarily wearing it like a necklace. “harder, choke me h- harder.”
scoffing, you tighten the grip around his neck and he moans. it’s a slutty moan, the kind of moan where it’s almost pornographic. “you’re such a brat,” you roll your eyes, almost forgetting he’s buried fat inches deep into your swollen cunt. your hips slow down its pace after a while as you’re still being your hips back and forth and he whines at your languid tempo. you give him a teasing smile, panting yourself before nibbling on his chin. “not satisfied, ‘toru?”
“mhm, no. even i could do better than that, baby,” he cheeses a grin and you lean in to kiss him. he grunts in your mouth, wet tongues sloppily sliding in sync and harmony. your hands start to wander near his bare chest, pinching his nipple and he groans. “h- hey! you kinky bitch.. heh do it again.”
SUGURU GETO ★
suguru geto’s the nastiest eater. it goes without saying. if he wants a taste, he’s gonna eat. doesn’t care what time of day it is, the meal between your thighs was always his favorite, hands down.
“s- suguuuu,” you’d breathe out, feeling each of your lungs ready to collapse. your breathing continued to become unsteady within each lewd second that passes. he’s nose deep, eating you out like a starved animal - saliva everywhere. it drips down the cracks of his lips and past his chin. your felt your voice go dry like the sahara as he’s stuffed right between your thighs. but with geto, more than anything, he loves eating you out whilst you’re still wearing panties. “fuck, ‘s sensitive still, suguru.”
“good, baby,” he rasps, flicking his tongue against the fabric, tasting against your pulsating clit. and oh, his flicks, as brief and thorough as they are, they turn sloppy. geto slurps you clean, treating your pussy like actual food. he’s so pretty too, lengthy long hair flowing down his broad tense shoulders. with your legs spread all out and open, you grab onto his hair, shoving his face closer against your heated core. “yeah, fuck my face. grind this nasty fuckin’ cunt against—mmphhh.”
he’s rudely cut off with how your pussy gets right into his mouth and his plump lips latch onto your arousal. there’s a cunning smile stretching against his lips and he finally peels away your pretty panties with his teeth, to the side.
you taste so sweet, his nose eagerly prods its way against your sopping wet slit, swiping the tip of his nose up and down like a credit card. you loudly whine, a familiar shakiness returning to your voice before your throat grows parched once more. “right there, p- please. don’t stop sugu, fuckfuckfuckkk.”
and your little cries only made him so much harder. not only did they make him hard but they fell on closed off ears. geto huskily grunts into your cunt — the timbre vibrations making you twitch into his mouth. he tastes it on his tongue, feeling you shiver right onto his tastebuds. as you’re drenching his chin with your wetness, he laughs right on your pussy. “c’monnn, baby. if you’re gonna pull on my hair at least do it right,” and he’s being cocky now. the grit in his voice turns you on and he reaches down to give his hardened cock a few pumps. spitting on the entrance of your cunt, shooting you a sly grin. “oh. what’s with the pout? i gotta pull my own hair?”
“s- shut up suguru,” you whine, feeling his hot breath fan against your clit. you’re so sensitive and you feel your back starting to arise, arching itself.
“make me, baby.”
and he chuckles before eating his words, eating your pussy, nearly gulping at the taste as his tongue swiftly maneuvers crazed circles against your stretched opening. you’re so wet that he could literally drown between your thighs. you’re dragging his face against your cunt and his smirk falters a bit the moment he feels himself close himself.
“s- shit,” he dryly laughs, giving your clit another chaste kiss. a cobwebby string of your translucent juices stick against his mouth as if its adhesive, sopping wet and sugary sweet. he’s nasty with his tongue, devouring you whole only to spit it right back onto your weeping pussy. “yeah, fuck my face, girl. don’t be shy, i like when ya get rough.”
not before long, you let out a shrilling orgasm, your vocal chords ripping raw as you gush all on his face. geto pats your pussy as if he’s telling it, telling it, telling her, ‘good job.’ he hums, giving it a final indecent suck before getting up. he’s lingering right over your twitching, defeated body, gawking at your dumbed down state before leaning in to kiss you.
his body, ripped and rough - tatted and burly, grinds against you before he slips two fingers inside of your pussy. “taste it,” he whispers, and you part your lips, throwing arms over his shoulders before relishing in your own juices. you were so dumb from him eating you out that it took you a while to realize he wanted you to kiss him, taste it that way. it was all on his tongue, once bitter now sweet and you take both of his fingers so easily. geto kisses you sloppily, exasperated breaths pouring into each mouth before he bites your lip. “turn around. wanna try a new position.”
“w- what position?” you heave, staring at him as you’re still breathless.
geto rolls his eyes, flipping you over himself. “the one where i put those useless legs of yours over your head. chop chop, girl. wanna test out that flexibility.”
CHOSO KAMO ★
“just .. lie back like that, mhm,” he’d coo, and you moan the moment he’s pressing his weight up against you. choso was warm, but his touch was even warmer. preposterously, his head’s spinning along with the mirroring subtle beats of his heart as he’s watching you flop down on your back. “m- may i?” he almost whines, so impatient—leaning in to nibble his teeth at your laced bra. you give him a nod and he almost moans. choso starts to feel a lake of saliva pool its way into his mouth as he’s now face first between your tits. his favorite girls, besides you. “so thirsty, ‘m gonna drink for a little.”
choso loved your breasts.
he also loved pretending milk would come out of them every time he latched his lips around your perky nipples.
“they always look s- so pretty for me.” he swallows the invisible lump in his throat, eyes peeping up at you. you give him a sheepish smile, holding his head upright and that’s when he shifts. choso grabs a nearby pillow, propping it right underneath his growing boner. softly, he unstraps your bra, letting it fall loose—not even bothering to fully take it off. it just hangs. as he gets a pillow, your brow raises before he starts to suck.
“f- fuck, ‘cho,” you whine out, feeling hot cloudy puffs of breath collide against your skin. you’re so sensitive, feeling a bit of teeth clash against each nipple. you could hear him breathing through his nose, irregular shattered breaths, slurping against each neglected tit. “that’s it baby, mhm, good boy,” and you feel a bit of movement. glimpsing down with blown irises, choso’s resolutely humping the pillow he brought between his legs. he’s whining, trying to bring attention to his heat but oh, the friction only makes it worse. he whimpers and whines with your tit in his mouth, lolling out his long tongue to savor your heavenly taste.
“ngh, m… mommy,” he babbles out, and he’s never called you that before. that was new, you felt your pussy throb behind your panties before he starts to ramble again and again. whenever he’s drunk off of you - he’s so talkative. “s- so good, ‘s sweet,” he grunts, his thrusts against the pillow turning more sloppy. it’s so hot that your skin practically sticks against the satiny sheets. and with choso, he’s just so fucking loud.
he can’t help it. he’s a whiner, straining his own voice at the expense of your syrupy taste. pretty sable lashes flutter against your skin as he’s still slurping each tit. he lowly groans, both hands wrapping around them both - gingerly fondling with each one. choso made sure to give each one all his attention, strands of sheeny crisscrossed drool trickling down past his lips, past his chin. “you’re bein’ messy, baby,” you hum softly, feeling him lean into your touch as you lift his chin up. a toothy love-drunk smile tugs against his lips as he stares up at you, reaching down to touch himself.
“s- sorry,” he hiccups, the speed of his hips accelerating. choso could barely even last because as he’s still got a mouth full of one of your luscious mounds, he gasps. it’s sharp, his breath gets stolen the moment he feels a certain dampness. it starts to coat the middle part of his darkened boxers, clenching his teeth in awe. “oh, ohmygod, ‘m cummin’, fuck.” and it’s so quick, he’s practically thrusting his hips into the pillow as if he’s actually fucking you. as he’s humping the pillow, he’s also humping your leg a bit, rutting back and forth until he whimpers. “s- shit, mommy ‘m makin’ a mess, fuuuuck me.”
as he’s still making out with your breasts, he glances at each nipple. all swollen and wet from his saliva. choso’s eyes almost roll back as he’s making a mess of himself, flustered entirely at the thought of cumming just from sucking on your tits. “mommy, huh?” you tease, running a thumb down his undercut as he buries his face into your chest. oh, he’s embarrassed.
“i.. i didn’t mean to call you that, ‘m sorry,” he grumbles, his voice almost inaudible with the way he’s just stuffed between your breasts. he’s still greedy though, licking and lapping his own shimmery spit that glissades down the crack of your chest. “soso sorry.”
“it’s okay,” you gently pull up his head, making him stare at you. he’s got a little pout, pretty pink lips curling into a downward scowl. “aw, you wanna suck them again, huh, choso?”
with a defeated nod, he sighs. “yeah, but- i just came ‘n i made a mess,” and your eyes peer down at his boxers with the faint grey stain exposing itself. so cute, choso lets out a tiny vexing puff of air before rubbing his neck in shame. “y- you made me cum jus’ from suckin’ on you.”
“don’t worry, ‘cho,” you purr, bringing him back toward your chest. your touch — so warm, he’d love to just stay like this forever. in your arms, sucking on your tits with the dumbest grin on his face, eyes closed. your words tenderly eased its way into his heart before you lie back, exhaling a drowsy sigh. he’s staring at you and he looks hungry, even still. choso’s panting, hovering over you so close that you feel the outline of his flaccid cock rub up against your thigh. “oh, you want more, don’t you?”
“n- no i want you,” he whimpers with a slight head shake, sprawling your legs apart. your eyes briefly widen at his gentle touch, feeling a few slender fingers ghost against your slavering cunt. choso kisses your right tit one more time, inching back up toward your face. “p- please.”
NANAMI KENTO ★
with nanami, he’s a freak in private.
after coming home from a long day at work, he just wants his pretty ‘lil wife. even a bonus, your sweet cunt that never fails to milk him dry every single time. “woah, love. don’t run from me, hey,” and his voice couldn’t have been any more smoother. you moan, feeling each stroke pivot its way so righteously into your soaked core. nanami watches with a coarse glint in his eye as you’re clinging onto the red-velvet sheets. your hands, they bawl within the fabric and you’re creating fists, not once releasing its tightening grip. his hips, they were simply hypnotic.
you’re feeling the stretching curve of his cock jackhammer into your drenched folds with such cinching effortlessness. mewl after mewl dies out of your throat as he’s making your drooling pussy beg for mercy. “don’t run, ‘m not done givin’ you a good fillin’ sweetheart,” and you could feel his hot cum pour its way out of your clenched hole. he’s already came inside before—but now, it was so much that it’s starting to spill out. dripping down your thighs and his favorite part is to just fuck it right back in. it’s so messy, you’re moaning out his name again and again as if it’s some catchy mantra. “atta girl, take it. taaake it.”
and you whine, your face practically being shoved into your pillow. softly though, the cottony fluff gets caught in your mouth and you let off a choking sob for more. “ken, mhhh, kento,” you croak, feeling him grab your wrist, pinning it behind your back. oh, he always knew how to fuck you just right. you’re a mess and he’s always liked whenever his women was a bit sloppy. you were never a match for his hips, albeit they struck you deep. his fat cock ruthlessly delves into your cunt even deeper though—churning up your insides, having you clench around him tight. your spit-slicked lips kink up into a ghostly ‘o’ and you feel yourself about to break yet again. “not gonna last again, ‘m gonna cum, ‘kento, fuuuck.”
“c’mon, wifey. wanna f- feel you,” he huffs, piercing the pearly edges of his teeth into your the left blade of your shoulder. blond strands of hair run down his face. it’s shiiiiny, tears of sweat pouring down the edges of his forehead. you whine before feeling nanami take a brisk moment to wrap his tie around your wrist, having you in a secure firm grasp. “mhm, good girl. so good, fuck back against me, milk me sweetheart. uh huuuh.”
everything’s so sloppy, not just his hips but your pussy too. you gasp, feeling a sudden coil within you snap.
nanami’s got you arched over, tongue lolled out and eyes rolled back. just what he needed after a eight hour shift. your cunt always brings him the relaxation he needs, he could just live in it. you could barely even speak a proper sentence without a babbling cry wrenching out of your piteous vocal chords. “kento, i- i feel like ‘m gonna,” and you pause, another sharp gasp exiting out of your lungs. your lungs shake, teeth shattering and ears ringing before you feel a sudden gush. its impact has you delirious — you shake violently on his cock like a crazed animal before your jaw dangles open.
nanami groans, his own cock twitching inside before he realizes what happened. he hums, slowing his jagged hips down before caressesing your ass. he takes a moment, letting off a phew before relishing the sight of you bent over and on all fours for him. “oh, my oh my,” he murmurs in a soft gruff tone. its gruffness underneath makes you throb at least a million times. you’re an entire mess, spasming underneath him with his own heat sticking against yours. inches fucking deep, he brings a plump padded thumb towards your swollen cunt before leisurely pulling out. with a pop, he’s finally out of your sticky, greedy pussy. you’re drenched—clenching around nothing now and you can’t help but pout. as you’re still coming undone, he stares in awe at how you’re just coating the sheets entirety with your new sweet. you’re spraying out still as the seconds by and he can’t help but hum, a tender feeling waning its way into his heart — and an even more tender feeling warming its way between his legs. “my love, i didn’t know you were the squirtin’ type.”
your chest slumps back into the mattress from the literal nirvana you felt and you moan in ecstasy. with your orgasm still making its appearance, you feel a compacted tightening sensation within you snap.
it feels so good, soso good that your vision’s currently mainly made up of splotches of achromatic, bland colors. everything’s hot. dementedly, you shake underneath him before you feel his hand ghost down your spine. “k- kento, i—”
“shhh, let’s not speak right now, my sweet,” he shushes you, and you moan at the feeling of his fingers leisurely smearing your own candied juices back into you. your body couldn’t stay still and you’re just left there with your mouth hung open - brows curling together at the straight euphoria you just endured. “let’s hear what my other girl’s got to say,” he hums, and before you knew it, you’re flipped over, legs sprawled out with your tits bouncing from the unforeseen movement.
with fawn, gentle eyes staring straight at your soddened wet cunt, nanami licks his fingers clean before going up close to it. “she’s as wet as ever,” he whispers against your slit, giving it a kiss.
immediately, his lips were now glazed with your natural gloss. you’re breathing heavily each second at a time before yanking on his mousy, silk strands. “mhm, that’s it, get a nice pull,” and you moan once he lightly spanks your cunt, your legs growing limp and about to close. “gonna see how much wetter she can get for me,” and he whistles against your pussy, still staring at her and not you, you shudder from his breathy blow.
“isn’t that right, pretty?”
