You’d already said you were done. More than once.

Your body trembled uncontrollably, skin slick with sweat, the bed beneath you completely ruined—damp sheets clinging to your back, heat pooling everywhere. He had you spread open, folded in a way that left you exposed and helpless, his weight anchoring you down as he stayed buried deep inside you. He hadn’t given you a break. Not after the first wave, not after the ones that followed. Everything inside your head felt slow and hazy, thoughts dissolving before you could hold onto them.

“I— I can’t anymore,” you cried, voice cracking, tears slipping into your hairline. Your mouth hung open, breath uneven, as your body betrayed you again—tightening, fluttering, spilling messily against him without warning.

He let out a rough sound, half a groan, half a laugh, eyes dark as he watched you come apart beneath him. His focus stayed locked where you were joined, like he couldn’t look away. “You’re still shaking,” he murmured, voice thick. “Still giving me everything. Look at you.”

The slow roll of his hips dragged another broken sound from your throat. You could feel every movement, every deep press, like your nerves were stripped bare. Another climax hit you hard, too hard—your muscles tensing, legs quivering as warmth flooded between you again, the sounds embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.

He smiled, breath heavy, pressing a hand to your stomach, grounding you just enough to make it worse. “You feel how full you are?” he said quietly. “That’s me. Right there.”

You tried to shake your head, fingers weakly bracing against him. “Please— it’s too much. I can’t—”

Your body answered for you, clenching tightly, spilling again, and his restraint snapped.

He leaned in closer, pace turning unforgiving, the bed creaking beneath you as he drove you through it. “Don’t pretend,” he said, low and certain. “Your body knows exactly what it wants.” He didn’t slow, didn’t stop, pushing you through one peak and then another until your voice gave out entirely and all you could do was gasp and shake.

Still, he stayed exactly where he was, deep and relentless, like he meant to keep you there until nothing else existed.

“Just one more,” he breathed against your mouth, words frayed, desperate. “Give me one more. I know you’ve got it.”

And somehow, impossibly, you did—your mind going blank as your body tipped over the edge again, sheets soaked beneath you as he held you there, unmoving, breath shuddering as he whispered your name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

daddy is back bitches

he’s sitting on the mat with his back to the mirror, head tipped back, sweat clinging to the edge of his jaw. your name’s still pinned to the top of his messages—nail appointment at 2, be done by 4, don’t forget my pinky charm this time. you made him triple check the screenshot before you left, told him he wasn’t allowed to call until your set was finished, said “just go to the gym or something so you don’t get antsy.” and he did. you were right. he gets restless when he’s waiting on you.

he’s scrolling through his camera roll now—half resting, half looking for a decent picture of the two of you to throw on his story for your birthday. something cute. something low-effort but still sweet enough to pass. he knows you don’t care about public posts the way most girls do, but he also knows you’ll pout if he forgets. says it’s not about the post. says it’s about him thinking about you. about remembering.

he scrolls past everything. mirror selfies. old screenshots. a blurry pic of you chewing on a straw, looking at him like you’re about to say something mean. he smirks. pauses on it. maybe.

and then his thumb freezes. it’s not a picture.

it’s a video. fifteen minutes long.

recorded months ago, timestamped just past 3 a.m., saved somewhere between a blurry street photo and a dark bar clip of you trying to shotgun a drink in heels. he frowns. he doesn’t remember this one. presses it out of instinct. he’s wearing headphones. doesn’t think twice about it.

the screen stays black at first. camera must’ve been face-down or wedged into something. just sound. just breath. and then—your voice.

“wait—wait, wait, put it back, i liked that—”

his cock twitches immediately. his head lifts.

he doesn’t remember filming this. doesn’t remember you filming this. the audio is unfiltered, loud, the kind of raw intimacy you don’t get when you’re trying to be cute. and it hits him fast—he remembers the night now. not the tape, but the way you climbed into his lap in the kitchen. the tequila. the way you whispered “i feel so good, it’s annoying,” into his mouth. how he pulled your panties off somewhere in the living room and neither of you made it to the bedroom right away.

the camera shifts at some point. lands on skin. motion. the curve of your back, the way your hips roll forward, the bounce of your thighs as you ride him without rhythm, drunk and sloppy and so fucking needy. and his voice—god, he hates hearing it back, all low and desperate, full of slurred praise and broken groans. “you hear how wet you are? shit, baby, you’re so loud—”

he swipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. stares down at the screen like he isn’t sitting in public. like his cock isn’t already pressing heavy against the inside of his shorts.

you moan his name in the video and he twitches hard, jaw clenching. you sound high. wrecked. like you’ve already cum once and can’t stop now. you’re slurring something—he has to turn the volume up, leans forward, presses the speaker harder into his ear.

“feel so full, baby, i love your cock, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

he curses under his breath. shifts his thighs. someone drops a dumbbell a few feet away and he doesn’t even blink. the camera’s crooked now but it’s enough. it’s enough to see your hand reaching back to grab at his thigh, the way you bounce faster, messier, losing yourself in it.

you were the one who set the phone up. it hits him now. you were the one who pressed record. you’d whispered “just for me,” while grinding against his lap, legs shaking, mascara already smeared. and he let you. he always lets you. lets you do whatever you want when you get like that.

in the video, he flips you over at some point. presses you flat to the couch and fucks you so deep it knocks the breath out of you. your face isn’t even visible. just your hips. the wet sound of him slamming into you. your voice, cracked and breathless, crying “please, please—feels too good, i can’t—” and he knows you came again. he remembers now. you shook like you couldn’t stop. he’d pulled out and came all over your ass and whispered “you’re so fucking perfect” like he was in love with you or something. he is, obviously.

he’s hard now. throbbing. the band of his shorts tight against his stomach. headphones still on. sweat drying sticky across his chest while his phone glows bright in his palm and your voice plays over and over in his ear, moaning, gasping, begging.

it’s your birthday. you’re getting your nails done.

he should be picking out a cute photo to post. should be writing some stupid caption with a heart and your name and a throwback to that rooftop picture you like so much.

instead he’s staring at a video of you drunk and riding his cock, eyes rolled back, whispering how good it feels while his cum runs down the inside of your thighs.

he locks the screen. leans his head back against the mirror. and thinks about how fucking fast he’s going to make you watch it with him when you get home.

Pairing: Brother’s Bestie!Geto x F!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: You’re sooo not looking forward to the winter trip you’re taking with your brother and your mutual friends this year for Christmas. Not when you’re in the midst of the aftermath of a messy breakup that broke your heart into a million tiny shards, and at this rate, you don’t think you can pick up the pieces.

But lucky for you, maybe someone can. Insert Geto Suguru: sexy, handsome, talented, and forbidden because he’s your brother’s best friend. You’ve known him for years, watching him grow from the hot high school starlet to the sexy college grad AND musician. You could never tell him your feelings in fear of ruining your relationship with him and your brother. But as the trip goes on and your post-break up blues get stronger, how will you be able to keep these strong emotions bottled up so tightly?

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Football Player!Geto x Writer!Reader; Slow Burn; Friends to Lovers Trope; Secret Crush; Unrequited Romance; Forbidden Romance; He Falls First; Some Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Past Breakup/Heartbreak; Mistletoe Kissing; Pussy Rubbing; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Couch Sex; Sex In Front of Fireplace; Doggystyle; Riding; Daddy Kink; Spitting; Deepthroat; Reader Cums 2x; Thighfuck; Raw Creampie; Mutual O; Aftercare

Word Count: 4.4k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

CHAPTERS: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN.

Credits: Divider made by @strangergraphics

The next morning, you wake up early and go to the living room before anyone else is awake.

The cabin is as quiet as snow with only the sound of chirping birds filling the peace of the morning.

you’re not technically dating any of them. not officially. not in writing. not in the way that would stop the others from getting a turn.

first it was nanami. soft-spoken, meticulous, always asked first—can i touch you here? is this okay? do you like that?—like he genuinely cared, like he wanted to learn you. he’d kiss your shoulder afterward. wrap his arms around you like a blanket and tuck your hair behind your ear while you caught your breath. he treated you like porcelain, fragile and warm, even when you were soaked and writhing underneath him. especially then.

then it was satoru. god. cocky, talkative, always laughing. his favorite thing was watching you squirm when he said shit like “awh, she’s shy now? wasn’t shy when she was bouncing on my cock like a fuckin’ bunny—” and he’d keep going until your face was hot and your thighs were shaking. he made it fun. sloppy. filthy. filmed you once on his phone and wouldn’t stop showing the others. called you his favorite study break and kissed your tears off your cheeks like they were trophies.

choso came after that. shy. quiet. blushed when you touched him. but that dick? unholy. thick and curved, too much to take all at once, and he didn’t even mean to be mean about it—he’d just grip your hips tight and whimper into your neck like he was the one overwhelmed, even as your eyes rolled back and your legs shook and your cunt drooled all over him. sweet boy. dangerous hips.

then came toji. older. rougher. manhandled you like it was easy. like you didn’t weigh a thing. threw you over his shoulder once and slapped your ass just to make you squeal. he liked you on your stomach, back arched, hand in your hair, fucking you mean—use your words, babygirl. what do you say when you want it harder?—until your voice gave out and your knees were bruised. he'd laugh and flip you over. my messy little thing, he’d say, wiping the drool off your chin.

and then there was sukuna. oh god. he didn’t ask. didn’t wait. just looked at you once across the kitchen after a party, licked his teeth, and said “you’re next.” and you knew—knew in the way your body clenched up, knew in the way the air changed, the way every other guy in the room went quiet.

he made you crawl to him. made you beg for it. laughed when your voice cracked. “what was that, princess? didn’t hear you.” and when you finally gave in, babbling and nodding and letting him drag you into his room by the wrist, he tore you apart. every thrust knocked the breath out of you. he held your throat in one hand, your jaw in the other, hips slamming into yours like he was trying to fuck the memory of the others out of you.

“mine now,” he growled against your mouth, deep and feral. “say it.”

and you did. again and again. especially when he came inside hot and thick and too much—filling you with a groan that rattled through your whole body.

after that? you didn’t really go back to the others. not because you weren’t allowed. but because no one else felt like him.

written by rawkuna do not plagiarize.

your moth hangs open when you see toji fushiguro—the man you’re dating for like a few weeks now; double your age but who counts really—in the driveway shoveling snow. he’s in just a black compression shirt and sweatpants, the tight fabric hugging every muscle. you watch from the kitchen window, coffee going cold in your hand, as he scoops another load.

the shirt shows off his abs and chest perfectly, sleeves straining around his biceps and forearms. veins pop when he grips the shovel, and there are still faint red scratches on his skin from last night.

you can’t stop staring. your mind goes right back to how those arms had you folded in half on the bed, knees pushed to your chest while he pounded into you. “take it, brat,” he’d grunted, holding you down as he filled you deep. you still feel the ache between your legs, that good soreness every time you move, thighs clenching at the memory of him stretching you out, his cock pulsing hot inside you until you were a mess of sweat and whimpers.

the memory sends heat pooling low in your belly again, at the thought of those arms wrapping around you, lifting you like you weigh nothing, manhandling you into whatever position he wants.

toji stops, wipes sweat from his brow, and catches you staring. his scar twists with a smirk. “stop drooling, brat,” he calls through the glass. “and make me breakfast.”

your face heats up. he flexes a bit more on purpose as he turns back to the snow. you set the mug down, thighs pressing together against the throb, already thinking how to drag him inside for more. breakfast can wait.

thinking about toji and sukuna fucking you absolutely dumb because you were in the kitchen making baked mac & cheese and as you were folding in the macaroni with the rest of the ingredients, you made the mistake of saying "this is what good pussy sounds like"

obviously, you were joking but in typical toji and sukuna fashion, they took that as a challenge. so now here you are -- getting fucked within an inch of your life, cum and slick literally pouring out of your pussy, making a mess of your thighs and completely ruining the sheets.

"hey toji, think it sounds like good pussy yet?" sukuna asks as he slides one of his cocks even further down your throat. toji grips your hips tighter as he gives an experimental thrust up into your well fucked hole. your answering moan is muffled not only by sukuna's cock, but also by the absolutely filthy wet sound of your cum stuffed cunt. "naaaah...still doesn't sound quite right yet. i think this mac could use a little more milk."

listen...i know i said i was going to be working on my longer fics but here's the thing. its not my fault. i was in the grocery store, minding my business as i was shopping and listening to music, when life is short by ski mask the slump god came on. there's a line where he says "turn yo guts to macaroni wet" and well...the demons got me again. i told yall i don't make the rules here. anywhoosies, now that i've exorcised myself of these particular demons, maybe this time i'll actually get to work on my other stuff 😩

staying warm by the fireplace

fiance!nanami x reader mdni, fluff, p in v sex, talks of pregnancy, creampie 12 days of ficmas day 10

the fire was burning steadily in the fireplace of your chalet, the heat mixed with each pop and crackle coming from inside the fireplace washing over you and kento like a comforting blanket as the two of you snuggled by the fireplace on top of the faux fur rug, tucked away from the chilly air that lingered outside. under the blanket, your legs were a tangled mess, with you laying on his arm that was wrapped around your shoulder as his other rested on top of your waist, hand combing through your hair. 

you talked about everything and nothing, the sound of children squealing and laughing as the adults conversed in the distant background occasionally reminding you of the vibrant chaos outside that the two of you had snuck away from.

your fiance listened to you ramble with unwavering ardour while he admired the way that the fire casted an light, orange glow over your face that made you all the more beautiful (which, to him, was almost impossible). after being together for so many years, there was no doubt to you or anyone else who saw the both of you that he was still absolutely smitten. 

typically, christmas with nanami was normally spent in tokyo, just a quiet and intimate affair at home between two two lovers, contradicting the bustling city that you called home. this year, he had whisked you all the way to northern europe, as per his grandfather's request to have the whole family spend the holidays together and to reintroduce you to those you had previously spoken to once or twice over video call as his fiance.

the two of you spent a few days in denmark as you waited for the remainder of the extended family to trickle into the city before setting off for the slopes in the alps. he gave you a private tour of copenhagen, taking your hand through the favourite places that he used to visit when his family would come back during breaks in the school year, recounting stories from before you'd met him that you'd heard countless times, finally able to see these beloved (and sometimes infamous) places for yourself. like where he's tripped and lost his first tooth while running around with his cousins, the library he would spend hours at with his nose buried inside a book or the cafe where the kind-hearted granny always slipped him an extra cookie when he visited.

earlier in the day, before the two of you slipped away and sought refuge from the chaos of snowball fights and the cold nipping at your skin, you and nanami had spent the morning baking christmas cookies with his cousins' children and took them out to play in the snow, allowing their parents a hard earned break.

watching the love of your life handle children so well stirred something inside of you, which is why you blurted out your next words as he brushed some stray hairs away from your face, "you know, seeing how good you are with children really turns me on."

his hand halts its movements as his lips curl into a soft smile, "really, now?"

you nod enthusiastically, "maybe we should have one of our own in time for next christmas?"

"if that's what you want, my dear," he answers, watching your eyes light up. 

pushing yourself up onto your hands and leaning over him, you ask once more, "and i'm not being too greedy this christmas? you already got me this beautiful ring,” flashing the engagement ring he had proposed to you with in the place you had your first date at him, the gem reflecting the light from the fire.

the blonde man looking up at you shakes his head, "never."

and that's how you find yourself pinned beneath his naked body, arms wrapped around his neck and ankles locked behind his waist as he rolls his hips into yours with a new level of determination that you had never experienced.

there's a bead of sweat dropping down his forehead as he ruts into you, each thrust sliding with ease into your pretty, wet cunt that was so familiar with the shape of his cock as your gasps intertwine with the sound of the fire murmuring beside the two of you.

he peppers kisses down your neck, to your chest and to one of your nipples, imagining how they'd look once they were swollen and growing impossibly harder.

"you really want this baby hm?" you tease, grinning up at him, body shifting up and down on the rug in time with his thrusts.

"just giving my gorgeous fiance what she wants," he grunts before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, totally different to how he was practically ramming into your cervix down below, "but yes, i've known that i want children with you for a while now."

the heat between your bodies as kento drove himself into your sex was enough to rival the fire that burned beside you, and you felt the coil in your tummy wind tighter and tighter as you neared your orgasm.

sensing that you were nearing your peak, he presses himself onto you so that the two of you were completely skin to skin, he brings one of his hands to your clit and rubs small circles into it, making your pussy clench and clamp down on him, earning a strained moan from the man above you.

"i'm close too, darling," he whispers, keeping up his rhythm until you cry out, head thrown back against the pillow that he'd placed under your head, brows furrowing and jaw slack, pussy spamming and gushing around his cock, taking him right over the edge with you. hot ribbons of cum shoot inside you, filling you with his seed as the two of you pant in sync.

the man above you doesn't make any effort to slide out of your hole, keeping his cock nestled comfortably inside your pussy, unwilling to let any of his cum dribble out.

he kisses you again, on your forehead this time before throwing the blanket back over the two of you and collapsing onto you.

hopefully next year the two of you would be celebrating christmas with a little addition to your family.

wrote this in a hurry n didn’t get time to proofread but hopefully it’s still enjoyable 🫠

santa’s nearing the end of his sleigh ride! make sure to be there at his final stops :)

snowed in

THE ABOMINABLE SNOW MONSTER! | observation log

synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first

pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader

content: mdni, fluff and smut, cryptid!Gojo, domestic dad gojo, plenty domestic fluff and smut, yeti babies, knotting, mentions of possible pregnancy, unprotected piv sex, creampie, dilf!gojo, breeding kink, geto playing santa claus + ragebaiting gojo lol

a/n: yeti!gojo christmas special anyone? hehe this one was inspired by my angels on patreon :3

You should've known letting Suguru visit so close to Satoru's rut was a bad idea.

Scratch that. You did know. But your husband swore he had it under control. That the last five years of domesticity (and three kids) had dampened his sex drive enough to be tamed. As if at the end of the day, he wasn't still a beast that also happened to be better than any man.

So you sucked it up, calling Suguru on the satellite phone and said sure to his requested visit time, toddlers tugging at your clothes trying to ramble to their, ah, uncle. He usually found a way to make it up to you twice a year, bearing gifts and clothes and trinkets for the children. Stuff from the outside that would be hard for you to find anywhere around here.

Satoru offered him some of his fur, gave him a handful of samples that Suguru was using for research back home, although he omitted most of the details on the what and where it came from to your old colleagues, you guessed. He was making much better money now, promoted more than once since you went missing to the rest of the world. Sold a book too, once you guessed he must have profited pretty good off of considering the fact he managed to make the arrangements to come see you twice a year.

You still wouldn't trade your new life for anything.

A warm bed made just for you. Warmer arms that wrapped your body and snuggled you close every night. Chubby hands that clutched at your clothes and ran between the trees barefoot even in the snow.

Two of them were practically tiny clones of Satoru, despite lacking his horns or claws quite yet, lacking his body hair too. You didn't know if they'd come in later or not. Thick hair up top, the kind you had to keep trimming every month to keep from their face, warm skin that never seemed to run cold. All of them were tall for their ages, looking a year or two older than they really were and eating like it too. You didn't think you'd have any problems getting them into a local school when they were old enough - even if they'd outgrow their classmates before long. But Suguru had been trying to convince you to send them to a boarding school near where he lived, saying he knew a scholarship they could use to get in, despite your protests that they didn't exactly have passports they could get on a plane with.

The third was barely toddling, a little girl that your yeti proudly proclaimed looked just like you. You told him she'd probably pick up walking faster if he ever put her down. And despite how fluent he was now, he still pretended he couldn't understand you every time he did.

Your cute little (large) family of five.

JJK P☆RN LINKS 2

CONTAINS: piv, f receiving, face sitting, masturbation, boob sucking, anal penetration, squirting, & creampie. previous

GOJO SATORU

۶ৎ the vid you sent him on his week-long mission

۶ৎ his favorite dessert

۶ৎ tutoring gone wrong :p

۶ৎ pussydrunk

۶ৎ his frat brothers were gone, so he went all out

NANAMI KENTO

۶ৎ boob sucking

۶ৎ his fingers are enough to make you quiver

۶ৎ rode him so good he gave you a creampie

۶ৎ type shit he expects when he comes home

TOJI FUSHIGURO

۶ৎ usual creampies with him

۶ৎ fucked too deep that your tummy is bulging

۶ৎ straight to pound town

۶ৎ his fav video of your pussy on his phone

۶ৎ stretching you so good

RYOMEN SUKUNA

۶ৎ nutted so much after nnn :(

۶ৎ harder? oh he'll give you harder

۶ৎ fucking you while you're gaming

۶ৎ filling both your holes

۶ৎ his cock's so big

CHOSO KAMO

۶ৎ punishing him by not letting him penetrate

۶ৎ jerking him off

۶ৎ can't keep his hands to himself

۶ৎ fucking your brains out

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CONTAINS: piv, face sitting, f receiving, m receiving, slight exhibitionism, spanking, size kink, & squirting.

NANAMI

۶ৎ first time going raw

۶ৎ how you take off his stress

۶ৎ had enough of your brattiness

۶ৎ lazy sex

SUKUNA

۶ৎ you made him jealous

۶ৎ can't take all of his big cock

۶ৎ squirting on his fingers

۶ৎ fingering you during a date night

۶ৎ railing you

CHOSO

۶ৎ your cunt makes him drool

۶ৎ begged you to ride his face

۶ৎ reverse cowgirl

۶ৎ it was supposed to be a study session

۶ৎ he's such a good boy for you

TOJI

۶ৎ quickie before going to work

۶ৎ he's too big

۶ৎ pounding you on the counter

۶ৎ using your pussy like a stress toy

۶ৎ he can barely fit

۶ৎ dripping so good for him

GOJO

۶ৎ cleaning you up

۶ৎ on the couch

۶ৎ after he creampied in your pussy

۶ৎ you've been a bad girl

۶ৎ it's ovulation and he just got home

p2

toji knows just as well as you do how much you love being manhandled by him. it’d be foolish to think he wouldn't catch on, with the way you whimper when he cages you in beneath his weight or how you drool like a cock-drunk slut while you’re split open on his monster cock. he knows it when you cry out every time he presses down on your belly right where his cock reaches inside you. whether it’d be the way you squirm when he talks about your size or the next thing, it’s blatantly obvious he enjoys it just as much. if not more.

you’re sure of it even now as he grunts like a wild animal, feral eyes locked on the way your soaked pussy stretches around two of his thick and long fingers. you writhe under his touch helplessly, whining softly into your palm just as he expects. toji’s scarred lips curl into a knowing smirk, catching your thighs start to tremble, glistening with spit and slick from when he had pulled the first orgasm out of you with his tongue.

“shit baby…always so messy for me huh? don’t hide. let me see your pretty face.” his rough voice alone sends shivers down the arch of your spine. all you can manage is a weak murmur as he moves your hand away from your mouth and pinning it over your head. his smile softens at you eagerly grinding your hips into his touch. he can’t help but laugh humorlessly, lidded eyes locked on the wet slits of your cunt swallowing his thick fingers, squirming under his dark gaze.

“tojiii, please…fuck me already!” you cry out in frustration, toji scoffs at you, his hand coming down to fix a bruising grip on your thigh.

“you rushing me brat?” his fingers draw back with a filthy shlick sound, digits covered in your sticky slick. he licks them clean humming in appreciation while he holds your gaze. toji wouldn’t miss a single second of the way your body reacts to him. he leans forward, big burly body hovering over yours with a grunt, his grin ever growing while he scans your sweaty, trembling frame, bare and mesmerizing. you sigh when he lowers himself on you, smothering your skin with wet kisses meanwhile his cock throbs against your leg. he hisses at the feeling, chuckling softly as your eyes close in relief.

“this what you wanted?” he growls against your neck, breath fanning your skin and leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. he leaves you with little time to reply, sitting up enough to grab your hips and flip you on your stomach. huge hands rub up your thighs to settle on the plump of your ass. he gets a pathetic whine, your mind slipping into bliss as the weight of his cock throbs heavy against your thigh. “can’t hear ya baby, speak up now.”

“y-yes! please toji!”

“atta girl—” his fat tip smothers between the soft flesh of your lips, sinking in with a rough groan torn from his throat. “fuck, just like that baby. so warm,” his free hand comes down in a sharp smack! against your asscheek, the sensation forcing a gasp from you, pussy clamping around him tight. “yeah, there you go. squeeze me just like that.” another smack and your skin’s left with a mean red hand print. toji leans in, his hard chest pressed against your back with his hand coming around your waist to circle your clit in tandem with the rocking of his hips.

you whimper helplessly, face hidden in the sheets beneath you and your sounds break into a sob when toji fucks back in, cockhead kissing your cervix mercilessly with each slam forward. every movement is accompanied with a shlick sound of your skin meeting, toji growling in shameless pleasure into the crook of your neck.

“so damn tight—so wet for me baby.” his lips ghost over your backside, pressing messy kisses to your shoulder as his hips piston faster, harder, every thrust forcing you deeper into the mattress completely trapped under the weight of your boyfriend.

“so big—so big,” you’re babbling into the soft fabric, soiled with tears and spit. toji sits back for the view, dragging his coc out slow and tortuous while he grab a fistful of your hair to lift your face.

“let me hear you princess.” toji’s pace is cruel, ruining you the only way he knows how as his cock spears you open so good. the pain dulls fast, pleasure settling in and overflowing every inch of your body. you hiccup, tears of ecstasy streaming hot down your face.

“s-so big! so big toji! so—hngh—so good” your voice comes out a shattered cry, toji’s cock stuffing you full enough to bulge from your belly and your vision goes white. back arched, toes curling and your oh-so slick ridges squeezing uncontrollably. you reach a shaky hand behind you in some kind of pathetic attempt to grab at him.

“yeah? love how big i am baby? how i tower over you?” toji grunts, holding your asscheek still and you feel him twitch inside you. his pupils shrink the longer he watches from behind, the way your soaked cunt takes every last thick inch of him. he grabs your wandering hand, reaches for the other to lock them together behind you. his hips drive back into you hard, using his grip on your wrists for leverage to chase after his high.

you moan softly, voice cracking with every brutal stroke he drives into you, whining shamelessly as your pussy leaks around him. you can’t say anything, only nod your head weakly and toji knows you’re close. he feels it in the way you clamp down on him like you’re pleading to keep him there, locked deep inside while you milk him of all he’s got. so his grip on your wrists loosen, bringing his fingers down to your puffy clit and fucking you through it when you cum.

your body twitches, thighs trembling if not to give out, sweat glistened skin marked by your boyfriend’s possessive grip as his hand tightens on your ass to hold you up. he finishes buried inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your womb white with broken groans of your name.

“fuck baby. so perfect, ‘s like this pussy’s made for me.” toji groans low and rough into your ear, raven tresses of hair tickling your cheek. you weakly roll your hips back into him, spent and tired but oh so eager for more. and who is he to deny you, his big hands already shifting you back to face him, using his strength to push your thighs to your chest and sink his thick cock back inside once more, smirk ever present on his annoyingly handsome face.

double trouble ᰔᩚ

pairing loser!yanderestalker!sukuna x fem!ido!!reader x boxer!toji

synopsis as an idol, its hard to keep your personal life away from the flash of the paparazzi. what happens when you reveal your innocent crush on the BFC champion boxer toji fushiguro? and why do you now feel a strange sensation as if someone keeps stalking to close into your privacy...

content 18+, idol au, yandere, boxer, angst, smut, inaccurate idol knowledge lol, possessive men, jealousy, cheating (sorry :p), piv sex, dubcon, inaccurate party knowledge, drug usage, alcohol consumption, parties, oral sex, semi-public sex, squirting, hookups, masturbation, exhibitionism, family trauma, fluff (not loads lol sorry), blackmail, ulterior motives, stalking, creepy men. will be updated with more releases!

authors note hope you enjoyyyy!! sorry for not posting for a...while....take this as my apology :) art is from: actuallyvalerie, thatsallitchief, and to_0fu.

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ch1: tba

© hazyyyyy, do not copy, repost, or plagiarise any of my work, please do not feed to ai.

#— hazyyyyy ♡(>ᴗ•)

. ˚ ౄ　　. . .　　freaky with nerd!miguel in the bus　꣖⠀18+⠀꣓

college field trips are interesting.

a simple field trip for one of your classes. sure, it was nice to go somewhere and be out of your dorm but what you really liked was riding the bus with your cute nerdy boyfriend miguel.

poor thing can barely fit in the seat since they are a bit cramped and the man is literally made of pure muscle and is 6’9. you feel bad for him but try to cheer him up throughout the ride. babble about whatever gossip you have while playing with his big ass hands, tracing your fingers among his calloused palms, knowing it was giving him goosebumps. play with his hair, fingers twirling a soft brown curl. wear his thick black rimmed glasses sometimes and mimic him by acting nerdy, making him roll his eyes from embarrassment. take a few cute selfies, make goofy faces that will forever be saved on your phone and possibly a new lockscreen. cuddle with him, his strong muscular arms wrapped around you as your head lays on his broad chest, relishing your time together.

EGO

✰ starring: toji, geto, sukuna, gojo, nanami

♡ content warnings: fem! reader, unprotected, chokíng, overstím, squírting, prank gone wrong (kind of), mating press, cowgirl, begging, pet names, crying, size diffs, cōckwarming, edging, praise, finger sucking, p in v, spanking, biting, mirrors.

♡ a/n: waiter! waiter! my lobster is too buttery and my steak is too juicy!

TOJI ♡ FUSHIGURO

“C’mon what did you say earlier?” he grinned, his biceps holding your legs tighter. “It's not even that big?” he mocked raising his voice to a high and annoying pitch. You definitely did not sound like that but you were too distracted by Toji dragging his cock through your folds. 

Holding your legs up to your chest angling his cock to your stomach measuring how far it would go. “See that?” he spoke in your ear, “Since I'm so small, you can take it, right?” 

“I never sa-” you screamed as he entered without warning, as he glided your body down onto him. You had never taken all of him at once, you could barely breathe. It felt like he was puncturing your insides. 

The air punched out of you in a ragged, broken sound. It was too much, a deep, splitting stretch that stole your vision in white sparks. The coarse hair at his base a rough reality against your ass.

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓚.𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ missed you so bad he jerks off with your panties :: panty stealing :: riding :: creampie

choso always was the needy kind.

he didn't show it in the way people would think. it was in what he kept. your hairtie round his wrist. your favourite necklace on his bedside. your panties in his pocket.

okay. odd one out much?

he couldn't help it. especially with you being away. the last thing he wanted was to be ringing up your phone while you were out on a girl's trip. so he did what any good boyfriend would do. . .

jerk it off with your panties bunched tightly in his fist and another pair— his favourite pair— stuffing his nose.

of course he had more than one. you could never be too prepared.

“mngh, baby,” he slobbered the cotton with his drool while his cock stained the pair below. he fisted it tight around his cock and dragged the musky fabric along his spurting length. slick shlick shlick paired with his gravelled groans.

“miss you s'bad. s'fuckinh bad. miss this pussy. miss her— miss her sooooo much— fuck!”

his voice cracked with his sanity. palm squeezing the pulsing head of his cock as he spluttered all over again. thick, creamy ropes splattering from his hand to his wrist and drenching the already messy fabric.

fuck. he had heart eyes imagining it as your thighs. puddled and smudged with his cum. his lip quivered.

“damnit,” he grunted. despite the ache in his arm his stroking resurged. faster. haphazard. desperate to fuck his mind out until he could picture you in his blurry eyes.

“oh, cho baby. . .”

he could already hear you. already feel you. his throat bobbed. the phantom touch of your hands tracing down his glistening chest was too much. was his mind so set on tormenting him?

“miss you,” he croaked.

“I know, I know. sshhh, 's okay.”

his jaw clenched. was his fantasy so thick that he manifested that perfect squeeze of your cunt around his heavy cock? fuck, fuck, fuck.

“choso— mm. . . c'mon baby, look at me.”

and when his fluttering eyes hazed up, only then did he realise.

fantasy be damned. his girlfriend was here. suitcase at the door. hands braced on his chest. ass flushed on his thighs. and that sweet, addicting pussy squeezing down his aching, throbbing cock.

“fuck—” he hissed through clenched teeth. hands shooting to the fat of your ass and squeezing. he was breathless. helpless. “baby, baby— what're you doing here?”

as you giggled you clenched just right. your pulsing velvet sucked on his tip and made his jaw go slack.

“came early to surprise you.” he nearly lost his mind as you dragged your hips up, then rocked them down in a filthy grind. slow, steady, but designed to fucking ruin him. “didn't think I'd come back to you fucking my panties. . .”

he groaned. deep and wrecked and so unashamed that he was caught. your panties still dangled around his base and balls. fluttering as you found a rhythm. riding his already-spilling dick with pussy clenches for apologies.

“fuuuckk. yeah pretty, just like that.” his tongue swiped over his dry lips. eyes glazed and drunk as his hands clamped tight on your ass. squishing your plush and bringing you down harder.

shmack! that squelching pussy was gonna be the death of him.

“missed this pretty cunt,” he drawled.

“yeah?” you grinned. circled your hips. he choked on air. “missed it s'much you wanna stuff her full again?”

his jaw taut. strength shoving you so you toppled forward onto him. his hips stirred up in a fury while his greedy mouth went to sucking on your tits through your shirt.

“yeah—” slapslapslap! “gonna fuckin’— fuck, gonna cream her so, shoooo pretty.” he muffled.

those hearts in his eyes now throbbed as your tongue slurred his name and your hips lost rhythm. falling limp in his hold as he fucked up into you like a madman. faster— harder— until you both could barely breathe.

as your pussy suffocated him, he gasped and he mouthed up your neck. “cum— cumcum— cum f'me. pleasepleaseplea— fuckkk.”

choso chewed down on your shoulder as your greedy cunt splashed all over him. his hips smacked feral. one. twice. one more— until he crashed with taut muscles and throaty moans.

your nails scratched over his slick chest and his returned the favour down your thighs. clinging to you like he was afraid it was indeed a fantasy.

but when he glanced down and saw your stuffed pussy spluttering his cum— overflowing and unable to hold it all. he relaxed. huffed a deep breath and buried his face into your shoulder.

“never leave again.”

“if you promise to return every pair of panties that you stole.”

“unfair trade.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato.

ᝰ.☆ sooo what do we think of my first choso piece?

mdni 18+ | size difference | size kink | manhandling | creampie |  light degradation | mirror sex | riding | overstimulating | light breeding|

| Your big, strong husband.|

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

He’s just big. Too big. Broad shoulders that feel like walls—mountains you cling to when you’re on top, desperate for leverage, desperate for him. His arms flex when he pulls you closer, biceps straining against your body, wrapping you up like you’re something small, something fragile. His hands cover too much at once, palms so wide they could swallow your waist whole, fingers digging into your skin until you feel branded.

When you ride him, it’s those shoulders you hang on to, nails clawing into the solid curve of them, your cries muffled against his neck. He doesn’t mind. He never does. He just groans, low and wrecked, holding you steady as your hips stutter. “I know,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and warmth, “I know, baby. I know that dick is big.”

 Effortlessly. He picks you up like you weigh nothing, your legs still trembling around his waist, and sets you on the bed without breaking rhythm. His frame eclipses yours, back broad enough to cover you entirely, blocking out the world until all you can see is him, feel is him.

The mirror on the ceiling doesn’t lie. It shows how small you are beneath him, his body spilling over yours, swallowing you whole. Every thrust shakes through you, every roll of his hips forcing you deeper into the mattress. He doesn’t just fuck you. He drowns you—blankets you with his size until you’re gasping his name, pulling him closer, begging for more. 

Thick hot ropes of cum fill up your sore pussy, He pushes himself deeper into you, which makes you claw his back with your nails, moaning in pure ecstasy. “You're gonna cum for me again, right, my slutty girl?”

And he gives it, again and again, until you can’t tell where you end and he begins.