That Last Part Was Niceee. Made Me Feel Like He Was Talkin To Me Fr

Omfg… that’s all I got

containment • e. jaeger

synopsis: you’re the newest female guard at an all male prison. No one said it’d be easy but you were prepared for anything..except the new inmate on your cell block.

themes: forbidden romance/relationship, prisoner eren, modern au, correctional officer reader (black and fem coded) power play, lots of fantasizing and masturbation, consensual sex, he’s also a heavy switch and minors do not and i cannot stress this e-fucking-nough..interact!

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📝: I’m up at 3am, letting my insane thoughts win again so please don’t hold this against me if it’s too long or just wild in general but this is just some notes/imagines to what will be a full, multi-part fic eventually, just wanted to mainly focus on the spicy stuff for now.

you were one of the only three female guards to ever work at the state’s all male maximum security prison. A facility notorious for housing some of the county’s most terrifying criminals..naturally, it was said to be no place for a woman and you were subjected to harassment, heckling and sometimes violence but you didn’t allow it to stop your goals. As physically strong as you were stubborn, you didn’t fear them in the slightest.

it was only six months after your assignment to the close containment unit that he was put onto your floor and things began to shift..an inmate by the name of eren jaeger; he was most certainly different from the other convicts you made contact with on a daily basis…

never gives you a hard time, always complied and is always in his cell either drawing or reading. If they didn’t give him time off for good behavior, you didn’t know who would get it. Also was super intelligent.

sort of intimidated the other guards and prisoners because of his eerie silence. They didn’t know why he’d been on a floor like this but act so well behaved. no one ever got on his bad side though..they knew better because he’d remind them why he was locked up in the first place.

has a slick ass mouth and every time you asked what he was there for, his response was “whatever they say I did.”

you didn’t make it your mission to be chummy with the prisoners, but he made the job a bit more tolerable. “good morning, officer (l/n)..” it was how he always greeted you..in addition to a little faint smile and telling you how pretty you were that day, whether barefaced or with some light makeup on and oddly enough, he always knew the scent of your perfume. “I can compliment my favorite guard, can’t I? Is that allowed?” the sarcasm and sweet gestures were something you had grown accustomed to. “You’re as cute as you are dangerous, Jaeger. Too bad for you, they don’t reduce sentences for adorable one liners.” although those words should have meant nothing come from a criminal…

it’s one day, however..when you were seeing him off to library cleanup duty that it went from harmless flirtation to a heated, forbidden love affair. “Not to be gross or anything but I gotta go take a piss, officer. I’ve been holding it since we left the cell.” he had been working diligently without a break for two hours so you’d allow it.

never had to worry about him trying anything as he had seen you take down men twice his size by yourself and even had subdued him once after a fight was incited by somebody else but he didn’t back down. (an ass whooping from you he’d soon never forget).

during that little bathroom break, you accidentally caught a glimpse of what he was working with…down south! You’d try to look away but really couldn’t help yourself. The man was hung like a horse. As a guard, you were to remain professional so the thoughts had to subside.

it was all but inevitable when you’d take him to the rec yard for exercise and you’d watch him do curl ups on the metal bars. His entire muscular back and arms riddled in tattoos; some professional pieces and others by the tip of an ink pen etched in prison. It’d be a huge violation if you’d ever acted on them and to you, that’s what made the fantasy all the more hotter.

on the trip back to finish up his last bit of library work, he utters something to you that made you freeze… “I know you were watching me earlier, officer..in the bathroom. I could feel those pretty little eyes of yours staring. Such a pervert.” Muttering sarcastically because his nasty ass loved the thought! To which you’d call his bluff and ask him so what if you were and he’d double down on it. “Then next time I’ll let you come help.” He always had a witty, smart mouthed comeback for everything.

it was getting harder to deny the sexual tension that was brewing though and as it were only the two of you left, the banter would become more and more risqué. Completely inappropriate and wrong but it felt so right..

“Can I get a good night kiss?” asks it every night when you take him back to his cell, to which you’d only ignore and instead, shove a stick of gum between his lips as a reward for his hard work..it was as close it were going to get for now.

it was when you got home that those disgusting desires could run rampant. In the solitude of your shower or bedroom, you were free to fantasize about this man and all of the things you wanted him to do you. Touching yourself, wishing it were him…a filthy criminal. From pinning your legs back and pumping you full of dick. Slapping, choking and tugging on your hair. Riding his pretty little face as you came all over his tongue. unbeknownst, he felt the same.

truthfully, it couldn’t be helped..watching the plump curvature of your ass sway in those black uniform cargos and your big supple tits tightly stuffed into that grey polo with the prison’s insignia on the left breast pocket every day drove him crazy. Those plump, juicy lips always covered in gloss that he wouldn’t mind shoving his cock between. Holding your head still while he throat fucks you into oblivion. And he just knew that pussy was fat with a mean grip. Many of nights had he lied in this cell, quietly stroking himself to the thought of his favorite guard bouncing on his dick, riding him before he’d take over and fuck up into you..smacking that round ass as he covers it in baby oil.

hearing you cry out his name..telling him how big it is as he forces all nine of those thick inches in you until it fits..just a few of the dozens of scenarios he’d play in his dirty, perverted mind. It had been years since he’d felt the touch of a woman so it was hard to restrain himself. He’d end up biting his sheets a way to gag his moans as his enclosed fist pumped until he’d splatter a giant nut all over his knuckles. Luckily he was alone in here.

when you returned to work a couple days later, that steamy tension had reached its boiling point and during day duty, you couldn’t take anymore. You needed him now! Favor was in your corner because he happened to be caught with cigarettes he smuggled from another inmate, which would have been a big infraction.

but instead, you snuck him off to a nearby closet where he’d become your personal fuck toy for the afternoon in exchange for your silence. It was his own damn fault..violating the rules and looking so damn good all the time. And he didn’t hesitate!

“You can keep a secret, can’t you, officer? I promise I won’t tell if you won’t.” taunting as he forced you back on his thick cock with his shackled hands. He’s made you squirt more times than any man ever has and it had been so long since he’d been in some pussy and especially one this tight so you had to keep him quiet because he was losing his shit. Didn’t hold it against him when he came too quick and..inside of you because you had been waiting a long time for it.

now, it’s become a regular occurrence. You can’t leave him alone and vice versa. Makes sure that no one else give you a hard time ever again and would handle it personally if they did. Guards included..in return you make sure he gets a little more on his commissary or drops him in a few cigarettes or snacks when it’s permitted. Even letting him get extra time outside, just so you could have him to yourself.

Can’t exactly communicate via cell phones so he writes you love letters that he hides in areas around the prisons for you to read when you get home. Full of filthy detail of how he’d be fucking you if he were a free man, how much he adores you and of course, all the trouble the two of you will get into the next time his beloved CO comes into work.

We love to see it😌

toxic!ex!erens messages and ig posts with you:

Yes.

car sex with eren 😩😩😩 NEED

your back aches under eren's hard thrust. fog decorated the cars window and you can see tiny droplets of sweat on erens forehead.

"yeah, just like that. good girl." he breathes, fucking you as best as he can. he takes his time with you, but his thrusts are deep and hard. one of his hands finds you waist, stoking your skin. you feel the car rocking and both of your moans mixing together. you almost feel ashamed of how wet you are, covering erens lower half in creamy liquid. he loves how messy you can get even if it's just a quickie. your hips buck against his thrusts as you chase your orgasm. you can feel him being close too from how loud is moans get.

"we don't wanna get more messy. i have to cum inside." he informs you, stroking your clit. he always makes sure that you cum first. your whole body spams and you cum with a loud whine, covering erens cock with even more wetness. you can feel him filling you up, hot spurts of cum shooting right inside you womb.

"good girl. now let's go eat."

So simple yet so stomach turning😤

dabi always sits with his legs open when he slouches on the couch. every time you see it, you're half pissed off and half turned on. there was something so undeniably attractive about how he sits so... inviting... he's caught you staring from across the room on more than one occasion, and he always smirks in response. he'll tap the inside of his thigh to beckon you over, shifting to get even more comfortable. normally, you flip him off and turn away to hide the embarrassing flush on your cheeks, but today you feel like throwing caution to the wind.

dabi's eyes widen as you approach him, one eyebrow cocked as you kneel between his feet. "hm?" he starts, cold eyes peering down at you. "feelin' brave tonight, babe?" the smirk on his face one again makes you feel a mix of anger and lust. "don't be an ass, dabi." he chuckles at your remark and leans down, ring covered fingers gripping your jaw. "hey now. i've only been tryin' to get you to do this for months now, just know there's no going back." he whispers in your ear. you already knew that, but his words spark something dark deep within you. "better not be a waste of my time then." you shoot back, tugging on his belt.

"mh, that attitude's gotta go. nothin' i can't fix in time."

☆ — MESSAGE SENT WITH INVISIBLE INK ! • jjk edition

minors do not interact.

⋆ ࣪. ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji & choso

★ — contents ! sexting, mix of gn/f!reader, pre-established relationships, suit kink, ex!boyfriend, suggestive/smut, mention of fellatio, daddy kink, masturbation

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GOJO SATORU — mirror pics

the faucet squeaks as gojo turns off the shower. he pulls back the curtain and steps out to grab his towel, using it to dry his hair before wrapping it loosely around his waist. he stops before the mirror on the way out and can’t help to admire his half naked form. his damp hair hangs low on his forehead which he flicks out of his eyes with a swift movement of his head, hands flexing slightly as he runs his fingers through it to smooth it back. beads of water slowly run down his chest and chiseled abs before disappearing beneath his towel that hangs so dangerously low. his perfect v-line, so sharp it looks like an arrow coaxing your eyes to travel down, imagining what could be hidden under that towel. yeah, he looks good. with a mischievous grin, gojo picks up his phone off the counter and opens the camera. before snapping the photo he drops his towel slightly, holding it in his hands to drape just between his legs to hide his cock while exposing his muscular thighs. he pulls up your message thread, selects the photo and hits send.

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chosen one <3 just got out the shower. why don’t you hurry on home so you can make a mess of me again? ;)

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GETO SUGURU — dick print

fuck, geto misses you. more than he’d ever let on. how dare you dump him when he was just about to consider getting his act together? geto sits in his bed in the dark scrolling through your instagram. the bright light illuminates his irritated expression as he lurks through your vacation photos. he guesses your no good friends decided to wist you away on a trip to get him off your mind. tsk, those bitches… they were always against him. geto feels his chest tighten in anger seeing you laid up on the beach in that skimpy ass bikini. just thinking about any other man seeing you like that and getting to touch you has him fuming. how dare they oggle at what’s his? and how dare you show yourself off like this for all the world to see? flaunting those perfect tits and the curves of your body as you’re splayed out amongst the sand, your skin now glistening and tanned from the sun. it has his dick stirring in his boxers seeing you look so sexy, happy and carefree. you never looked like that when you were with him. geto adjusts himself letting his dick sit against his thigh creating a delicious print in his boxers. his long shaft and mushroom tip imprint explicitly through the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. he knows you miss him — you have to. why else would you pull a stunt like this? he closes instagram in favor of opening the camera app letting the shutter flash as he captures what he knows you’re after.

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+1 (555)-555-0203 I know you miss this dick, baby. Why don’t you stop being a tease and come sit on it for old time’s sake?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ NANAMI KENTO — shirtless pics

sometimes nanami’s work takes him out of of town, which he hates. he hates working more then he needs to, but most of all, he hates leaving you. when you send him a message requesting he “send you something,” nanami can’t help but feel a little flustered. he has never been into sending lewd images but the thought of you thinking of him while he’s away stirs something in him. he feels a little silly as he loosens his tie with those skilled fingers. the ones that always managed to reach so deep inside you rubbing all the places you can’t. he slowly unbuttons his dress shirt to reveal inch after inch of pale skin pulled taut over his ripped chest and abs before folding it neatly and setting it on the hotel dresser. he thinks briefly about removing his tie, but decides to leave it, letting it hang loosely around his neck. an embarrassed smile forms at his lips as he cringes at the absurdity of it all. nanami slinks back in bed, phone in hand, letting out a deep sigh before opening the camera app to snap two pictures: one a straight shot of his torso, and a second cheekier one, his strong hands tugging down his dress pants slightly, exposing a small tuff of blonde hair.

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kenny <3 I hope you find these to your liking. Now, I believe it’s your turn.

⋆ ࣪. ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI — nut vids

it’s just past midnight and toji is sitting on the couch in your shared apartment watching reruns of some sport game. like he fucking cared. he would rather be with you, but earlier this evening when you asked him with those puppy dog eyes if you can go out with your friends tonight he just couldn’t say no to you. it was rare that he ever did. but he misses your cute self. now’s about the time that you’d be cuddled up on the couch with him watching tv before things got too close and you ended up on your knees with his dick lodged down your throat. toji needs you and bad. his growing erection is already creating a strong print in his grey sweats like clockwork. without you here, he’s left to take care of it himself, but not before making you aware of the situation you’ve created. toji slips his dick from his pants, it’s hot, heavy, and pulsing as he takes it in his fist, milking the clear liquid that slowly seeps from his slit. he picks up his phone with the other hand, opens the camera at and presses record, stroking himself as low grunts and filth spill from his lips.

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daddy <3 “you see the things you do to me? look how hard daddy is for you…” he groans as he strokes the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. the lights from the tv flicker in the living room, reflecting off the slick that coats his shaft. “bring your cute ass home, so you can take care of this mess you made…”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ KAMO CHOSO — hand pics

choso doesn’t understand what your obsession is with his hands. they’re just… hands? but still when you ask him to send you a picture of his hands for “science” he pauses his game and sets down his controller to try to figure out about them that drives you wild. could it be the vein that bulge under the skin? the rings that stacked up his slender fingers? his thick knuckles that rubbed against your sweet spots as he pumped his digits inside you? the roughness of his palms that gripped the soft skin of your hips as he gripped them firmly? choso can’t imagine them tasting like much of anything yet still you never failed to hum eagerly as you took them in your mouth. maybe their strength is what did it for you then? like when he clutched them around your neck while we bullied himself into you? he guessed he could see the appeal there but they’re still just hands. whatever. if that’s what you want, he’ll give them to you. pulling out his phone, he poses his hands under the dim light of his room and snaps a couple pictures.

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choso <3 here, i guess. weirdo…

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gimme some sugar, i am your neighbor!

neighbor!toji inspired by this tiktok (op's story has a different storyline, this fic is inspired by part 1 only!!)

word count: 4177 words

contains: mature content (minors dni!), fem!reader, slight dom!toji, slight dumbification and dacryphilia, use of petnames (doll, sweetheart, baby etc.), mentions of food (idk if a warning is needed but yeah, cake and muffins are mentioned)

a/n: FIRST FIC IN ALMOST 3 YEARS LET'S GO!! this is quite self indulgent because i love to bake LMAO. big big BIGGEST thank you to @jabamin for proofreading and helping me with this <3. gonna tag @kazushawty as well since i feel like she might enjoy this and also because i used her tutorial for headers and it worked perfectly!! i'm so happy with how it looks! :3 tagging @etherealxmaya as well 🫶🏼💗

also a reminder that my requests are open!! please refer to this list!

ANYWAYS, happy reading, i hope you enjoy! and as always, reblogs and feedback are appreciated!! <3

everyone who knew and loved you was aware of the fact that you loved baking. every birthday, anniversary, company party would only be completed by one of your baked goods.even your neighbors could tell. at least once a week, the hallway on your floor was filled with the sweet smell of pastry and baked goods. this weekend wouldn’t be any different. 

as the clock ticked in your kitchen, you went through everything needed for the cake in your head. scanning the ingredients you got the evening before, your eyes widened when you realized that you forgot to buy sugar. 

shit.

it was sunday, everything's closed and the cake for your best friend’s birthday had to be done by today. 

thus, you had no choice but to ask your neighbors for help, hoping they had some sugar you could ‘borrow’.

you had moved here months ago, but hadn’t introduced yourself properly since you were so swamped with work. this was gonna be awkward. 

like a sad dog, you took your keys and trotted over to the neighbor’s apartments, starting at the one farthest from you in hopes of someone being home. but no one opened their door and so you were forced to walk down the hallway, ringing every bell to no avail until you reached the apartment right next to yours. you rang the doorbell with ‘fushiguro’ written in sharpie over the button, your hopes already deflated. 

“coming.”

the deep voice on the other side of the door surprised you, it sounded younger than you had thought. you lived in a somewhat quiet neighborhood, most of the neighbors looking like they either had families or were close to retirement. 

another thing you didn’t expect when the door opened was to have a fucking greek god in front of you. 

he leaned against the doorway, beefy arms shown off in a tank top that looked entirely too small to be his size, accentuating his tiny waist. his legs were exposed in tiny grey sweatshorts that left little to the imagination as you tried not to stare at the dickprint that had your mouth run dry. 

“what is it, doll?” he smirked, watching you lightly jump at getting caught ogling his physique. 

“uhm, hi, sorry to disturb your afternoon. i’m the neighbor next door and i seem to have forgotten to buy sugar for a cake that needs to be done today. i just wanted to ask if you’d have some to spare, mr. uhh…” you looked at the bell sign again, ”fushiguro?” 

you almost didn't dare to look him in the face. he had an aura about him that made you feel like a giddy teenager in the presence of your crush. 

“toji is fine, doll. but yeah, i have some,” he mumbled, a smirk ever present on his lips. as he turned in the doorway, he motioned for you to follow. “come on in.”

you hesitantly followed him through the doorway, taking off your slippers and entering his living room. looking around, his apartment seemed nice and smelled like his cologne. but it looked too clean, almost sterile, as if no one really lived here. 

‘seems like he isn't home often’, you thought to yourself. 

he rummaged in the kitchen and returned to you with a half full bag of sugar. “you can take it all, i don’t use it much and it’d be a shame to waste it.” his smirk never seemed to cease. as you took the bag, you actually faced him properly. admiring his sculpted face, the little scar adorning his lips and the green eyes staring you down. his black hair was falling into his face, making his eyes seem impossibly darker. you thanked him quietly, turning to leave when he spoke again. “don't you wanna stay a bit? i'd like to get to know you a little more, doll.” 

you faced him with heat rising to your cheeks. “maybe another time, i’m somewhat in a rush.”

“at least tell me your name, sweets,” his gruff voice sent shivers down your spine and tingles from the top of your head. 

“it’s y/n.”

“alright y/n, save me a piece, will ya? i’d like to have a taste of your cake.” he winked. you nodded nervously, thanking him. you turned to leave and hurried out of his apartment to your door. 

barely able to slide the keys into the lock with your shaky hands, you almost slammed the door behind you, heavy breaths rocking your chest. you grinned to yourself. 

you had lived in this apartment for months, barely alive between work days and using your off days to recharge even just a little bit, mainly with a vibrator between your legs and a stranger’s voice in your ears as you listened to audio porn. you'd sometimes hear tojii's deep gruff voice, along with louder giggles from a different girl each time, as they passed your door to go to his apartment. the moans that followed shortly after the door would slam shut were loud enough for you to groan and lose sleep over during work nights.  

you’d hear the girls whine and cry out for him to go harder, faster, deeper. and you'd be left wondering what the appeal about him was but now that you knew what he looked like, he might just become your new fantasy. 

enough distraction, you had a cake to bake. 

now that you had all the ingredients, you mixed together a beautifully sweet batter but in your haste, you measured a little too much for your smaller baking pan.  

‘oh well, i’ll just make some muffins out of them,’ you thought to yourself. maybe you should take some to your neighbor to thank him for his kindness later. 

buttering your pan, your batter slipped right in with enough space for it to become nice and fluffy when baking. you rummaged through your drawers, searching for your muffin pan. when you found it, you lined the pan and put the rest of your batter into the little paper frills. 

once every drop of batter was distributed evenly, you pushed everything into your oven and set the timer. you cleaned up and did the dirty dishes in the time the baked goods were filling your apartment with their sweet smell. 

the timer rang and you took out the cakes and muffins, letting them cool down while you slowly prepared the icing. after a while, your baked goods had finally cooled down enough to put the icing on without it melting.  adding a few decorations and chocolate chips on top, you put your hands on your hips triumphantly with a proud grin. your best friend would love it. you were sure of it. 

looking out the window, you saw the sun beginning to set and hurriedly put a few muffins onto a plate to bring toji. looking down at yourself, you realized that you were covered in bits of batter and icing and decided to look a bit more presentable in the face of your hot dilf neighbor. 

maybe you could get lucky? you genuinely hoped so. 

you took a very quick shower, just to get the sweat off and have your body smelling nice. you slipped on your underwear as well as some shorts and a tight shirt that accentuated your chest. you hurried to get out of the door, nearly forgetting your apartment keys in your haste. 

you rang toji’s doorbell for the second time that day and yet, you still got surprised at the sculpted man standing in front of you. 

“already back for more, sweetheart?” he grinned as his eyes traveled down your body and settled on the plate in your hand. 

“i couldn't save a slice since the cake’s for my best friend but i had some batter left over and made muffins?” you offered the plate to him, a slight tremor in your voice from being in his dominating presence again. 

he chuckled and opened the door wider. “that's nice of you, come in. i’ll make some tea and we can taste them.” 

you put the plate down on the kitchen counter and again, let your eyes drift across the apartment as toji started to prepare the kettle. 

“so what do you do?” you asked, cautious and nervous, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. you heard a deep grumble from the man as he snickered. 

“unfortunately, i can't tell you that, princess.” your cheeks heated up at the pet name. 

“is it dangerous work?” 

“mhm, wouldn't want you to get caught up in it. my friend gave me his apartment for the time until i finish my assignment and then i’m gone. but if your muffins are good, i might consider coming ‘round more often.” 

the kettle whistles and he pours the hot water over the tea to let it steep. he grabs the mugs and turns around to face you. toji set them down on the coffee table in the living room and motions for you to bring the muffins over and sit. 

his massive hands made your muffins look like legos as he took one and bit into the soft baked dough. 

“mmmh so good,” he murmured as he closed his eyes in delight. “they’re delicious, y/n. you should make it a business.” 

you smiled, thanking him. you took one as well, taking a big bite. you didn't notice the icing on your cheek nor the crumbles that accumulated on your chest. 

you sure as hell didn't notice how intently toji was watching you as you took more bites. or how he inched closer to you. 

“you got a little something there, doll,” he uttered and you gasped as his lips touched the skin right next to your mouth, sucking the sweet icing off your skin. 

“t-toji…” your voice shrank into a whisper as his lips traveled to your jaw and down your neck, delivering a gentle bite. just enough to lightly bruise the skin. 

soft whimpers left your mouth as he stopped to lick the skin on your décolletage, collecting the soft crumbs on his tongue. 

you set the unfinished muffin down and let your hand tangle in his hair, gently tugging on it. he lifted his head, creeping dangerously close to yours - that same smug grin on his lips.  

“the muffins are good, but i can think of another way you can thank me.”

your face heated up and your eyes flickered between his and his plush lips. 

“i’m gonna kiss ya now. is that okay, love?” he gently inquired, calloused thumb brushing over your cheek. 

you nodded and pulled the straps of his tank top, getting him closer to you as your lips met his in a hot kiss. you could feel his lips stretch into a sly grin as his hands found your waist, using his strength to pull you on top of him. his big hands were on your hips now, following your movements as you started grinding on him. the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip and you parted your lips willingly. toji sucked on your tongue lightly while his hands were massaging your breasts through your clothes. you moaned, your hips moving more desperately against his now apparent bulge. you could feel how big he was and you wondered how the fuck he was gonna fit. 

your worries melted away when he pulled back from the kiss, his mouth now attached to your jaw, kisses trailing down your neck. you could feel his teeth on your collarbone, threatening to leave a mark and you whined. “not there please…” 

you felt him smile against your skin and he left a soft kiss. “don't want anyone to see? in that case, i’ll mark you where only i can see, yeah?”

your hands tugged on his tank top and you leaned back a little to let toji pull it over his head, discarded somewhere out of your vision. he was an absolute delight to look at, abs chiseled, pecs round and a delicious v-line and a happy trail of small black hairs leading to the pot of gold. your hands slid over his warm skin and you lightly traced your nails over his erect nipples, eliciting a groan out of him. this time, your lips were on his neck and you sunk your teeth into his collarbone, the exact spot where he had wanted to mark you. he moaned, his deep voice sending electricity straight to your cunt and you clenched around nothing. you could feel your panties sticking to your pussy, but as much as you wanted him to fill you up, you wanted to feel him in your mouth first. so you slid down his lap as you marked him up some more. 

“yeah doll, mark me as yours. gonna show it off,” he smirked proudly as you settled on your knees between his thick thighs and looked up at him through your lashes. god, that sight was enough to almost make him cum in his pants like a teenager. you realized he wasn't wearing any underwear when you saw his wet tip through the leg of his pants. toji lifted his hips a little to let you pull down his tiny shorts and his fat cock twitched as your soft hand made contact with his skin. you let out a soft gasp at his sheer size and pressed a soft kiss to his base. his hand immediately settled into your hair, the other arm thrown over the back of the couch. 

you felt so intimidated by his size but you still took his leaking red tip into your warm mouth, tongue lapping up the salty pre-cum. his head was thrown back and the grip on your hair tightened. toji had to really control himself to not immediately cum in your mouth. 

you slowly started to take more of him, your hand stroking whatever you couldn't reach while the other caressed his thigh. the low grunts from the man above you sent shivers down your spine and you felt proud, knowing that you were the reason he was in this state. you continued your movements, looking up at toji with his eyes screwed shut, face and neck flushed. his hips moved to gently thrust into your warm, wet mouth and the sounds he made were just music to your ears. you moaned around his thick length, trailing your nails across his thighs, which made his thrusts a bit harder, leaving you to gag and slobber all over him. after a few more thrusts, he pulled you off his dick by your hair, panting whilst sweat coated his skin. a thin trail of spit connected your lips to his cock, the tip now an even deeper red. 

“fuck doll, that mouth of yours is too good, almost made me cum too fast,” he groaned as you stood up, pulling off your shirt and unhooking your bra. his fingers pulled the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your legs along with your panties. he smirked at the sight of the wet spot on the fabric. toji got up and pushed you onto the couch before his lips were on your chest, fingers toying with your sensitive nipples. your back arched towards him as he gently pulled on your buds and you let out a whine. “toji please, wanna feel you inside.” 

“not yet baby, need to prep you right,” he mumbled against your skin, tongue poking out to swirl around your nipple. “wouldn’t wanna split you in half.” 

he continued licking and sucking until your hands were gripping his hair, pulling him away, before switching to the other breast. but not before marking up your pretty boobs with his lips and teeth, making you whine again. as his lips engulfed the sensitive bud, you desperately tried to grind against him, trying to get some kind of friction against your leaking pussy. he gently slapped the boob that was not in his mouth, muttering “be patient doll” and you could feel him grin against your skin. when he deemed it enough, toji let go of your chest, making his way down your tummy, leaving a trail of marks on his way. you pushed the hair out of his face, his forehead slick with sweat as he tried his best to not cum as your pussy came into view. you were already so wet, you parted your legs so willingly and he hasn't even started. toji gripped your thighs as he kneeled between them, his lips against your hot skin making you moan wantonly. you couldn't even form words, you just wanted to feel him. 

“what is it, doll?” he teased, as a particularly hard bite into your flesh made your back arch and he swore he saw your cunt leak even more. 

sitting up on your elbows, you looked into his green eyes staring into your soul while his lips were anywhere but where you needed them. “make me feel good, please, toji, i need you,” you panted. 

he was just waiting for your command. his lips were on your pussy in an instant, tongue lapping up your sweet juices. 

my god, he could just get drunk off your smell, your sounds, your taste. you fell back and your hands were in his hair, hips moving against his mouth. as his tongue was circling your clenching hole, he moved his head from side to side, his nose rubbing against your clit just right. you could feel the orgasm coming, you could taste it. “i’m gonna- cumming, i’m cumming toji, ah- fuuuuckkk!”

you were pretty sure the other neighbors could hear you but you didn't care, his mouth just felt too good. 

“cum for me doll, make it messy.” his words pushed you over the edge, his nails leaving moon-shaped indents in your soft skin. you saw white behind your eyelids as your back arched. toji lapped up your slick as he let you ride out your high on his mouth until you pushed him away, overstimulation clouding your mind. 

“nuh-uh y/n, i’m not done with you just yet,” you heard him chuckle before you felt a finger slide into your tight cunt with ease. your hips moved on their own accord as you basically fucked yourself on his finger. “fuck, that's so good,” you huffed, still processing the previous orgasm. 

“yeah? my big fingers feel good in your slutty pussy?” he murmured, so desperate to fuck you silly but knowing that if he didn't prep you, you'd split in half on him. he slid another finger in and after a few thrusts in and out, even a third. you squirmed and gripped his hair, sweat running down your skin as you felt your second orgasm wash over you. toji could feel you clamping down on his thick fingers and he curled them to press against the spongy spot that made your back arch. a soundless gasp escaped your lips. he grinned and his other hand slid onto your lower tummy, thumb circling your clit as he watched your face contorting in pleasure. 

“come on, sweetheart. make a mess, cum on my fingers,” was all he needed to say for you to come undone. you gushed around his fingers and he watched as your cunt twitched uncontrollably around the digits. 

“fuuuck baby, you're so good for me,” he mumbled, sliding his fingers out of your hole with a lewd squelch that made your stomach twist in pleasure. he rose again, pushing his slicked up fingers between your lips and you sucked on them greedily, not breaking eye contact with him. he felt his dick twitch and he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. “you drive me crazy, doll.” 

you giggled as toji pushed his hair back with a sigh. he grumbled under his breath as he looked through the pile of clothes on the floor, searching the pockets of his pants for something. he found what he was looking for, carefully ripped the condom package open and slid the latex on his painfully hard cock with a hiss. he then sat on the soft couch, patting his thigh as he invited you to straddle him. 

“oh so you were prepared for this,” you laughed and he grinned back at you. “i was betting on it baby, could see the way you were undressing me with your eyes earlier.” you felt your cheeks heat up at the comment, feeling embarrassed at being caught. 

you, though, were a sight to behold right now. sweat made your skin glisten, your chest heaving as you were coping with having two mind blowing orgasms pulled out of you in a matter of minutes and your face was just so fucked out, he wasn't sure if you were even in the same realm as him. your thighs were on his hips and he helped you lift yours as you aligned his dick with your hole. you moved your hips against his length, lubing up the shaft with your juices before slowly and carefully sliding onto his cock. 

toji bit your shoulder gently as he tried not to bust immediately at the tightness that engulfed him. he groaned into your ear and your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails leaving marks on his skin as you felt yourself splitting in two as you slowly sunk down his length. you felt so full and you hadn't even taken him all the way yet. his grip on your waist tightened, you were sure he'd leave little bruises at how hard he was gripping you. 

“fuuuckkk baby, how are you still so tight?” he rhetorically asked while you babbled at how full you felt, how big he was and how good he was feeling inside you. he bottomed out with a small thrust and you let your head fall into the crook of his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and caressing your skin. you slowly moved your hips, grinding against him as soft sighs and wanton moans of his name left your lips. he got drunk off the way you were wrapping around him and the way you were completely dumb off his cock. his lips found your neck again, spurring you on to move your hips a little faster, a little more. 

“come on baby, you're doing so well f’me,” he whispered right into your ear and you cried out his name, wanting to make him proud. your cunt was dragging along his cock so deliciously and soft moans left him as your velvet walls engulfed him over and over. soon enough, your muscles were growing tired, your movements getting sloppy and he adjusted his seat, with his dick still inside you and grabbed your ass to harshly thrust up. his tip was hitting your cervix in a delightfully painful way and you felt yourself getting closer to yet another orgasm.

toji felt you clamp around his length, muttering “fuck, you're trying to snap my dick off baby. you're gonna cum again? gonna make a fuckin’ mess on my cock, hm?” he teased you, one hand sliding down for his thumb to sloppily rub against your swollen clit. your whole body shook, mindless moans and babbles leaving your lips. “fuckfuckfuck, m’cumming,” you almost screamed at this point, his proud smile only egging you on as white ecstasy washed over you and he slowed his thrusts down to ride out your high. tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, some even escaping and he caressed your cheek with his thumb. 

“oh baby, you cryin’ because i’m fucking you so good? your pussy is made for me, doll. you're doing so well f’me,” he cooed, sounding almost condescending. you nodded, completely fucked out and pretty much unable to speak. you cried out when he started thrusting faster, lewd slaps of his balls against your ass - pap pap pap - with every move. he was so close too, his hands gripping your shoulders as he used you like a fleshlight, listening to your raspy whines, your nails clawing at his shoulders. you were gonna cum again, whether you wanted or not, he would make sure of that. and soon enough, as you felt his thrusts getting sloppier, your pussy clenched around him again, cumming harder than before as he fucked up into you just a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and cumming into the rubber. he lazily thrust a few more times to ride out his orgasm and he slowly lifted your hips to slide out of you with a lewd squelch and you whined at the empty feeling. he traced little figure eights on your back as you came back to earth after being fucked into oblivion. you slumped against him and he stroked your back, chuckling when you started giggling, euphoria taking over. 

“thanks for the sugar,” you laughed tiredly, tracing your fingers over his pecs. 

“anytime, sweetheart. i’ll always have some on standby for ya, just say the word.”

a/n: THANK YOU FOR READING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! <3

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Absolutely fcking love this

✵ CUPIDS CURSE ✵

mma!toji wanted to surprise reader with a special night on valentine’s day , but she turns the tables on him

✵ mma!toji fushiguro x reader

✵ tags — age gap, riding, slightly sub!toji, spitting, praising, squirting, pet names, established relationship, bondage, blindfold, oral(f+m!receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, dumbification

✵ notes — thought of this on valentines night so my apologies

“fuck baby, take em off!” toji was struggling, the veins on his arms bulging as he cursed, feeling like his cock was going to burst, he’d already come a bit too much, his legs shuddering at the overstimulation and you were a babbling mess above him. his wrists bound to either side of the headboard, not on his accord.

“i can’t…ah…—“ your face was pressed to his chest as you drooled on his sweaty pec. his chest rising and falling as he felt you unconsciously squeeze around him. causing his jaw to clench, you were fucked out completely, and he was paying the price for it.

“selfish fuckin brat—“

toji was running errands for most of the day. he never took these thing’s seriously. but he found it cute how this was your first serious relationship, and he didn’t mind spoiling you. in fact, he wanted to spoil you so much. so it was perfect that you had classes and work for most of the morning.

he specifically told you he’ll pick you up from work, instead of stopping at the house. which was now so beautifully prepared. he ended up making a path of rose petals from the front door to the bedroom. and laying a bunch of roses petals on the bed, along with a bouquet of flowers and a gift box on the bed. candles were all over the room, and he had a bunch of chocolate covered strawberries in the fridge.

tomorrow was a big fight, usually he didn’t train on the day before the fight, he found it to be bad luck. instead he needed a good hard fuck, and of course he had the perfect girl to release his pent up adrenaline.

he wanted to love you all night. you weren’t very good with words and neither was he, but he absolutely adores you. he wanted you to have the best valetine’s—yet…

after finishing up some errands he made his way back to the house to quickly change and pick you up from your job. he just needed to take a quick shower and—

his brows furrowed, are those your shoes…is there music playing right now? toji looked up, the flower petals were still on the ground, the candles around the house were…lit.

“sweetheart?” toji’s voice echoed in the vast living area. “y/n/n, baby?” toji tossed his jacket on the couch as he made his way to the bedroom.

“sit on the bed,” your voice startled the man.

“fuck baby, why’re you here?” toji groaned, you lit the fucking candles and saw everything already. his eyes darting to the unopened box that sat on the nightstand.

“sit!” you barked from the bathroom. toji sighed as he sat on the bed.

“sitting—“

“take your clothes off,” your voice was clearly trying to be dominant. toji sighed, an amused smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt off and kicked his pants aside. well I guess the reservation was a waste.

“gonna strip for me too—“

“put the blindfold on—“

“no,” toji cut you off before you could finish, you rolled your eyes from behind the bathroom door. toji had an obsession, you could say, with needing to see you as he fucked ya. he needed to see the way your lips hung open, the way your lids fluttered, the tears that painted your lashes, and the fucked out look in your eyes. it was his drug.

“just for a little bit—i promise!” you beg behind the door, picking at your lip as you waited for his response. your heart hammering in your ears.

“lemme see ya, babygirl, cmon I know yer drippin,” toji’s words always had an affect on you. if you weren’t turned on before, you definitely were now. “lemme kiss that sweet little hole of yers, wanna taste ya so badly,” his words sent blood rushing to your face.

“blindfold—“

“no,” toji rubbed his face as he felt the warmth of his body begin to pump through his veins, the anticipation of the fight, and wanting to see you had his blood rushing south. “already hard for ya, cmon baby just lemme see you, the surprise is already ruined,” toji grumbles. “dontcha wanna come sit on my lap like a good girl?”

“not coming out…blindfold,” you interject, toji groaned loudly, this was not good for his short temper, which is only shorter before a fight. “against the headboard and with the blind fold.”

“fuck! fine,” toji cursed grabbing the black blindfold and putting it on. he sat against the headboard, with a very obvious tent in his black boxers, subtly rubbing himself, not knowing what the hell you’re about to do.

you smiled once you took a peak from the bathroom to see the man sitting obediently against the large bed, and the ceiling to floor windows that overlooked the city night skyline. he was definitely going to have your head in couple minutes, so for now.

“sweetheart?” toji heard the footsteps and the dip in the bed. you stood on the mattress, legs on either side of his, he seemed to feel the shadow looming over him as his head tilted up, hands coming up to your legs. his instinct was very sharp as he leaned forward, kissing the flesh of your thighs, gripping the back of your legs. that’s when he began to feel the lace material that decorated your legs.

“don’t tell me…” toji groaned biting your thigh as your hand raked through his jet black hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled you down on his face, rubbing his face into your pussy. the crotchless lingerie set you bought specifically for today, had toji moaning into your dripping pussy. “so fucking wet from just my words, little brat,” his tongue went flat as two fingers opened you up to suck your clit into his lips. his cock twitched as the slick slid down his chin as he ate your puckering little hole.

his hands felt up your waist as you got lost, almost forgetting your plan. finally taking control, your hands held his, letting him grab at your flesh, feeling the lingerie with his hands, as he moaned at your taste, precum leaking in his boxers.

“taste like heaven,” toji moans as he feels you hold his wrists. the man was so pussy drunk he didn’t realize it until it was too late. “eh—baby?” toji’s lips stopped moving, for a moment, feeling the restraints that bounded his wrists to either side of the headboard. you smiled as you pulled the blindfold off.

“ah fuck puppy,” toji audibly moaned at the sight before him. his imagination running wild, but it did not compare to the real thing. the red lingerie. it was bolder than anything you’ve ever worn. the crotch less panties, the stockings around your thighs, the cuff around your neck, the thin lace so he can see your nipples.

“fuckin untie me, haveta touch ya pup,” toji moaned as you ran a hand through his hair tilting his head back, a smirk pulled on your face. your thumb pressed on his bottom lip as toji bit your finger making your legs shake.

“happy valentine’s day,” you came down to sit on his lap, lifting up a chocolate covered strawberry to your lips, toji watched in agony as the juices dripped down your chin, falling on your tits.

“don’t act like a fuckin brat now,” he tugged on the silky bonds. his eyes darkened as you licked your lips, sucking the chocolate from your thumb. you smiled as toji tried to lean forward but was stopped by the restraints.

“wanna have fun with ya. yer always in charge…it’s my turn,” you smiled, tilting your head to the side as toji glared at you, letting out a deep chuckle.

“how’s that gonna happen? cant even stretch that tight cunt without my help,” he taunted, knowing how much you needed to cum before you can take all of him. you rolled your eyes as you grabbed his face.

“well you’re still gonna help me—I’m just gonna be in charge,” you huff, staring down at him. toji felt a unexpected rush inside him.

“okay,” he found himself voicing. “wanna see my little puppy on top,” he smiled, noticing you grind down on his thigh, your juices soak his skin.

you smile, leaning over him as you brought a strawberry to his lips. his eyes were locked on you as he took a slow bite, purposefully letting the juices squirt and drip down his chin, mixing with your own juices earlier. you felt your pussy throb at the sight, finally having enough as you held his jaw, licking his lips.

the man groaned as your tongue played with his, his wrists were throbbing, though he said he’ll let you be in charge, his body unconsciously needed to touch you. you were moaning into his lips as your pussy hovered over his clothed bulge, your tongue pulling away as toji opened his lips, a smile tugging at the corners as your strawberry flavored spit trickled down into his mouth.

toji’s hips bucked out of control, you kissed him again, and again, toji groaning as he tried to grind up into you, but you pulled away, hovering over his lips.

“gonna grant me a gift already,” toji smiled, tongue poking at your velvety lips. smiling as you pressed down on his face, holding his hair for control. toji was a groaning mess as he slobbered and sucked on your clit, tongue rubbing through your folds as he panted like a dog. he really was fucking horny. the man was feral, knowing exactly what tricks to play to have you crying and grabbing the headboard as your legs shook.

“wait—ah—toji!” you couldn’t move as he sucked your clit mercilessly, until you were cumming. toji didn’t let up, sucking the overstimulated bud, as you let out a high pitch yell, falling back on the mattress between his legs, panting, the man’s face was covered in your juices as you huffed. “I’m in charge—can’t do whatever ya want,” you grumble.

“sorry baby, ya just tasted so fucking good,” toji moaned, licking his lips, cock pulsing in his boxers as he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue.

you immediately start crawling back to him, a blush on your cheeks as your eyes dilate. ah it was too easy, he thought, groaning as you leaned up, lips meeting his in a feverish kiss. your hands were grabbing at his face, tilting his jaw as your tongue played with his. toji couldn’t help grinding up against your pussy. the sloppy kiss had the man desperate for more.

“so perfect, puppy,” he moaned as you continued kissing him, his grinding was getting erratic as your fingers tangled in his hair. “love you so much, baby,” toji was so pent up, he couldn’t explain how turned on he was from being tied up, your outfit, your control—

“fuck!” toji’s hips jumped as he felt your hand finally free him from his boxers. you smiled, kissing his lips as your began trailing down his body. toji’s grip tightened around the restraints around his wrists as you marked up his chest.

“so pretty,” you mumbled as you licked his nipples, leaving hickies and bite marks in place as toji’s cock was violently hard, twitching on his upper thigh.

“cmon baby, movin too slow,” toji whimpered once he felt your thumb ghost his tip, feeling the pre cum that was leaking out desperate for attention.

“so pretty moaning and whining,” you giggle as toji lets out a shaky breath, trying to be patient as you kiss down his hairs, until finally your lips ghost his cock.

“fuck baby,” tojis head falls back as you wrap your lips around his tip, letting your salvia wet his cock as you lick around him, before going down. “getting so much ugh better at this—“ toji’s groans in satisfaction at the stimulation. his chest rising and falling as he looks down at you, struggling to fit all of him. your hands smooth over his thighs as you up to play with his heavy breeding balls.

you moaned as you came off to slobber on the underside of his veiny cock. toji’s jaw clenched as his cock rested on your pretty face, ya always got so cock drunk when sucking his fat dick.

“shit, messy pup,” toji’s legs jumped as he watched your satisfied smile, feeling him shake under your lips. toji groaned as you took him deeper, gagging as your throat tightened around him making his hips jump as he tugged on the restraints.

“fuck—fuck baby!” tojis abs clenched, as his balls twitched in your hand as you felt the warm cum shoot out. you swallowed as you pulled off pumping his cock relentlessly as toji cursed, completely having slid down the headboard and trying to escape your hands.

“wait! fhuck baby! shhhitt!” toji’s head was tossing back as you got more cum to shoot out onto your chest and lips. his cock was twitching as you squeezed more cum out, a delighted light shining in your eyes as the toji lost control of his dick. no longer able to control your own needs, you hoisted yourself up, pussy lips rubbing against his cock.

“ugh baby, not given me a break,” toji panted as he tugged on the restraints, groaning as he watched his cum covered cock move through your slickly folds as you slid across him, stimulating your clit as your legs shook, cumming quickly.

“toji—uh, love you so much,” you panted, nails digging into his chest as his arms bulged, needing to touch you. fuck his babygirl using him is so cute, but how much he wants you to feel more of his love.

“put me inside ya, needa feel yer tight fuckin cunt. cmon puppy, warm me up,” toji’s hips bucked with his words, you licked your lips as you hovered yourself up, you’re not usually on top, at least not when he first enters you. specifically for the reason that—

“it’s too big,” your brows were furrowed in desperation, holding his cock as you tried to push him into you. your chest rising and falling as toji’s abs clenched with each movement of his cock.

“yer always bouncin on my dick—ya can fit it, cmon be a big girl…yer in charge, right,” toji’s jaw clenched as you’d struggled sum more. you’d cum about three times already, he really needed to finger you to open you up. “untie me,” you shook you’re head, tears pricking your eyes. “don’t be a brat now, lemme take care of yer little pussy, make ya feel so good,” toji was tugging some more. your face was flushed as you held his stomach, rubbing his tip on your clit, as your head tilted forward, getting yourself to cum again with a gasp.

“inside me,” you babbled, pushing his tip inside you, toji groaned, chest rising and falling as he looked up at you.

“shit baby—there ya go, my good girl,” toji praised you, making you unconsciously clench around his tip. toji sighed in delight. “thought yer in charge—still my baby when I tell ya how good ya ‘re .” you swore under your breath.

“i…am in charge,” you sigh, sucking in breath for confidence. toji was surprised how much you’re keeping it together. usually you’d be babbling mess in this part. “feel okay sweetheart?” toji noticed every single detail. so the way your brows furrowed slightly, the little tremble in your thighs, the slight discomfort in your eyes. “make ya feel good,” you let out a shaky breath, leaning down to kiss the man. toji hummed against yours lips, allowing you the time to stretch yourself out—

“shit baby!” toji cursed as you started moving on top of him. easing more of him inside you. he needed to grab you, but you were doing so well. bouncin on his dick as the squelches mixed in with the music in the background.

“ahh, so deep,” you whimper as more of toji pushes inside with each bounce, until—“wait!” you yelp with the surprise buck of his hips. his feet planted on the bed as he fucks up into you. “toji!”

“perfect little brat—“ toji groans as you fall on his chest, crying in pleasure as he fucks his cock harder and faster than you can ever.

“toji—ahh—I’m on top—“ your lost in pleasure now as toji takes charge even as he’s tied up. his large body abusing you as you moan and cry on his chest feeling him hit the depths of you, until you felt a rush run through your body. “d-don’t—i want ya to….ah before me—“ you couldn’t form full sentences, as you cried out, feelings the rush squirt out into a clear juices.

“fuck baby—that was too fast!” toji swore as he felt you squirting around his fat cock, gushing on his thick hairs, soaking his balls and lower torso. your tears and drool rubbing on his chest as he didn’t stop. you were completely fucked out. his cum shooting inside you. he’d cum relentlessly loosing count how many times you both came.

“untie me now,” toji’s cock only seemed to get bigger as you squeezed him. you felt so full, you couldn’t move.

“so..full,” you whimper, forehead pressed to his chest as drool fell onto his pec. “deep…in me.”

“fuckin brat—can’t even fucking—shit!” you were moving on him again, your sweaty body, and flushed face was sending the man into a feral state, until his hours of tugging finally loosened—

the moment his arms were freed his body was grabbing at your waist, ripping off the lingerie, as he pressed your legs up to your stomach, drilling his fat cock so deep inside, your stomach was bulging as you cried out.

“had me fuckin tied up for hours—uh—just wanted to love ya, puppy!” toji was a cursing mess, his cock was throbbing even after how much he’d cum, he still had the need to pump more of him inside you. your squelching pussy, sucking him in, his fat tip kissing your sweetest spot.

your hands were grabbing at him, finally holding his face close to yours. you could feel every vein of his cock rubbing inside your sloppy pussy walls.

“beautiful angel,” toji moaned as your eyes saw clouds with each sharp thrust of his hips.

“mine,” you pant, lips open as toji takes your need to lock his lips with yours. “only mine…uh”

“all yours,” toji feels you squeeze him so fuckin tightly until he’s finally shooting his final load into your velvety walls.

toji is a mess, head dropped to your shoulder, your legs sliding down his sides as his chest rises and falls, body wrapped around yours. aftershocks have you squeezing around him, sending a surprising jolt through his body, his hand instinctively coming to your waist.

“d..don’t move,” he pants, “just a minute, y/n/n,” he relaxes completely on your warm body. eyes fluttering shut at the most satisfying sex with his love. after a few moment his lips trail kisses on your neck over and over. raising his head up, hand brushing your cheek. this was the most you’ve ever been fucked out.

“still with me, baby?” toji’s thumb caressed your cheek, as he tried to get your eyes to open for him. “look at me, y/n/n,” his words were like honey. so gentle and sweet.

“gonna win tomorrow?” you mumbled, eyelids fluttering open, chest rising and falling slowly. toji’s lips curled into a gentle smile as he hummed.

“all for ya baby.”

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Holy shii

Hes got you pinned beneath him , one hand pushing your knee to your chest and the other gripping the headboard.

His grin is sadistic as he pounds into. You're the absolute picture of bliss, chin covered in drool and eyes rolled into the back of your head. You clench around him tight and he responds with a harsh thrust. Your mindless babbling filled with 'I love you's and moans of his name spurr him on to thrust harder.

The wood of the headboard makes a satisfying crack as it splits. You hear him curse and you can barely register what happened before he pulls you down the bed away from the broken headboard and pushes his cock back into you.

"I don't care if we rip this entire room to shreds, I'm not stoppin' til you squirt all over me"

kentaro kiyoutani, daichi sawamura, rintaro suna, shugo meian, morisuke yaku, issei matsukawa, keishin ukai

I need to keep this so I can find it😂

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

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. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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TWO: G & G.

You know that there are those in the world who strike fear into people’s hearts and souls.

But you’ve never seen anyone react to a single human being the way they do the duo that struts into the bar in their leather cowboy boots. 

You’ve never seen the saloon so quiet and still before then when the duo steps into the scene. A tumbleweed could blow by with how silent it is.

Everyone’s eyes stay planted on the tall, handsome men oozing with confidence and intimidation standing among the swinging doors, appearing like sexy phantoms in the night.

There stands Geto Suguru, the 6’4 long-haired gunslinger with the perfect, black locks that cascade down his broad shoulders and back, seductive eyes, and skillful hands that he hides behind two riding gloves.

He usually is seen riding a black Bronco that is just as big as him and sporting a black cape with black riding pants, boots, and a low-brim cowboy hat. Black fits him so damn well. The only thing that isn’t black on him is the red vest that is so low-cut that you can see the outline of his pecs. 

Beside him is his partner (and lover as it’s rumored) Gojo Satoru, the lean, confident, cocky, blindfolded bandit standing at 6’3 with snow-white hair, a sly smile, leather gloves that hide some skillful and deadly hands, and a blindfold covering his eyes that have never been seen but are said to make a man go cold with fear where he stands.

In contrast to Geto, the white-haired cowboy is doused in colors: a denim jacket that matches his slacks where a star-shaped belt buckle hangs from his crotch; brown boots with spurs; a red bandana wrapped around his neck; and a white cowboy hat sits low on his head. He, too, has his own horse: a brown Bronco that is recognizable from its hooves clicking across the ground.  

They are a match made in heaven and hell. Handsome, skillful, and deadly. They are known for their impressive yet terrifying speed when it comes to cocking and shooting their pistols. You’ve heard of them killing all kinds of wanted criminals and even other gunslingers in other counties.

Everyone knows them and so do you. 

If a record was playing, the damn thing would be scratching by now with the way the saloon reacts to seeing the gunslingers in the flesh. Whispers begin to rise from the silence, including from Yuki, Mai, and Maki who have wandered over. “Oh, my God,” Mai gasps. “It’s the Gunslingers!” 

“What the hell are they doin’ here?” Maki wonders aloud, peering at them from behind her spectacles. “Are they lookin’ for someone? I thought they had been arrested!” 

And they did, last year. At some point, the articles of gunslingers, corporation owners, and high rollers found dead with bullets in them and a note from “G & G” left at the scene stopped when they were arrested after that train heist. And you know it has everything to do with their connection to your boss. 

“Who cares?” Yuki dreamily sighs as she stares at the gunslingers with heart eyes. “I get to admire them in person now! Aren’t they delicious?” 

“Keep it in your pants, Yuki,” Choso grumbles, tugging on a lock of the blonde’s hair as she giggles. “They ain’t even all that.” 

“Of course not,” Yuki purrs, making Choso blush. “Not above you, Chosi, but a cowboy hat would do you so well!”

Even you will admit that the “wanted dead or alive” posters don’t do them justice: they are fine as all hell, straight out of a woman’s wet dreams. But they are also outlaws. And you despise outlaws…for personal reasons. 

The duo begins to look around the silent saloon, Gojo’s head slowly turning despite his blindfold. When his head turns toward you, you feel as if the air has been stolen from your very lungs. Despite the fabric covering his eyes, you feel as if he sees you. All of you. 

Gojo nudges Geto with his elbow before waltzing over to the bar, his boots thudding across the hardwood floor. Geto follows, ignoring the whispers and stares in their wake. The piano has begun to pick up again, but it does nothing to ease the tension swimming in the air. Quickly, you turn to face your drink while the girls scatter to work, leaving you to fend for yourself. 

Geto sits on the stool beside you while Gojo takes the one beside him. You feel the air around you become stiff and tense as the cowboys settle into their seats. “So what’s a cowboy gotta do to get a drink round here?” Gojo asks with a smirk. “Can ya help a guy out, miss?”

He gives Shoko a flirty look, not knowing that this girl is gay as hell. “I could damn sure try,” she replies, barely giving him a smile. “What will you fellas have?” 

“I’ll take a Long Island iced tea,” Gojo says then laughs. “Just kiddin’! A beer, please.”

Geto takes a moment to examine the shelves of alcohol behind Shoko. He then looks at your pretty drink. “I’ll take what the lady is havin’,” he answers. “Actually, what is that you got there, miss?” 

His dark, enchanting eyes meet yours and you ignore the butterflies they invoke inside of you. “Whiskey smash,” you blandly reply.

He hums thoughtfully at the name. “Hm…is it good?” You tick your eyes at him briefly, secretly admiring his features. “If you like your whiskey with some sweetness to it, sure.”

A slow smirk appears on his face. “Oh, I definitely do,” he drawls. “I like sweetness with my everything.” 

You swallow hard, so sure you have a cherry pit in your throat. Gojo chuckles from beside his partner, flashing you a white-toothed smile. “Oooh, me too. I’ll third that order, ma’am!” Shoko nods and shoots you a look before wandering off to fix the drinks. 

You do your best to keep calm and act normal, sipping your drink and trying to relax. At some point, the silence becomes thicker, prompting one of the gunslingers to speak on it. “Welcomin’ place,” Gojo sniggers. “I feel so at home.”

Geto quietly chuckles from between you and Gojo. “Let’s just settle, Satoru. We won’t be here long.” 

‘Settle what?’ you wonder, but you know that they are here for Kento. Shoko comes back with the frothy, red drinks, lowering them in front of the gunslingers. 

“Thank you kindly,” Gojo chirps before taking a sip. Geto nods his thanks but doesn’t drink his right away. Instead, he goes into his pocket and retrieves a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it and slides it across the bar to Shoko. “I don’t suppose you know who this guy is,” he says. 

You peek down at the paper, finding it to be a “Wanted” poster with your BF and boss looking back at you. Kenzo aka “Valentine” looks much different than when you met him. On the poster, he is clean and shaven, has longer, shaggier hair, and has a distinguished scar on his left eye.

But of course, this is the gunslinger who robbed people blind and just pulled a train heist and massacre in the town of Cherrywood a year before with his crew, Geto, and Gojo. The man who takes his place now is Kenzo, a humble saloon owner who sometimes dabbles in illegal activity to fund his saloon.  

Valentine, a criminal on the lamb and your outlaw boyfriend, is known for using his looks, charm, and violence to get what he wants. He is a man who loves money, women, and jewels. As a notorious criminal and outlaw, he has bounced from place to place, county to county, robbing folks and then laying low before starting again. 

He was arrested for robbing the Cherrywood regional train and having his crew massacre all of its employees and riders before you met him. Originally, he was given a fifty-year sentence but escaped after serving five weeks just by seducing a male prison guard and then knocking him out to steal the cell keys. 

You were hot on his trails when he showed up Blackwater a year later and met you in a whorehouse that you purposely took a job in since he frequented those. He took one look at you and immediately fell in love with you (and your body), proposing you a job at his saloon. “You could be mine,” he told you. “My girl.” You agreed and the rest is history. 

“I’ve heard of him, yes,” Shoko replies as she cleans a glass. 

“Is it possible you’ve seen him around?” Geto ponders aloud. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but he escaped Cherrywood a year ago after robbin’ a train and massacrin’ everyone in it. He’s wanted in about nine different counties.”

Shoko takes another brief look at the poster before someone flags her down from down at the bar. Saved by the bell. “I can’t say I have seen him, fellas,” she apologetically says. “‘Scuse me.” 

She hurries off, leaving you with the two cowboys. “How about you, ma’am?” Geto asks, passing the poster to you. “You recognize this face by any chance?” You look down, studying Valentine’s face.

You have, but first, you need to read these guys. “I’ve seen him in the posters, but not in person. May I ask why you two are here?” 

You keep it casual and curious, making sure you don’t sound too suspicious. “We were paid by a private source to track down Valentine for his crimes,” Geto vaguely explains. 

“And for personal business,” Gojo adds with a smirk. “You see, we were in, uh…business with Valentine some time ago and never got our cut.”

He doesn’t need to go any more into detail than that. You know exactly what he’s talking about. “We don’t like bein’ played with,” he says, his voice dipping an octave, sending a chill down your spine. “Or when someone’s money is funny, so we came here to exchange words with him.” 

‘Words or bullet?’ you want to ask, but you instead bite your tongue and sip your drink. 

“We’ve been told he was last seen in this town,” Geto explains. “We figured everyone comes to saloons so why not check here?” He slides the poster away from you, a kind yet flirty smile crossing his beautiful face. “But even if he isn’t, we can still enjoy a drink with a pretty lady.” 

You roll your eyes, having heard that line before. “Does that line work with all the girls?” you scoff. Gojo coughs up his whiskey as he laughs, but Geto doesn’t take it to heart. In fact, he chuckles.  “I see not with you,” he replies. 

“I like that,” Gojo states once he’s recovered, his blindfolded eyes set dead on you. “You’ve gotta be the first person who isn’t scared of us or tryin’ to jump in bed with us.”

You passively shrug, twirling your tongue around the rim of the glass. “I’ve been around gunslingers in my time.” 

At this, the duo share a look unbeknownst to you, quite interested in the pretty thing sitting with them at the bar. “Oh, really?” Gojo drawls and you realize your mistake. “Any of these encounters you’d care to share, little lady? I’m quite interested.”

Geto nods, his gaze like molten fire. “I am too.” 

You suddenly feel your mouth grow dry and your cheeks become hot. Your body reacts in a way it never has with any man you’ve been with, not even your first love! The way they continue to stare at you, giving you their undivided and unwanted attention, is even worse.

What is wrong with you?

Luckily, your boss comes to the rescue, barreling up to the bar like he wasn’t watching the duo from afar and shaking in his boots. 

“Oh, gentlemen!” he shouts, giving them both a hard, eager handshake. “Welcome, welcome! Can I offer you two another drink or a dance free of charge?”

Gojo ignores him like he isn’t even talking, leaving Geto to handle this. “Thanks, but no thanks,” he says, plastering on a kind smile. “We’re here for some information about him.” 

He passes Kenzo the poster and you watch in real time as the color in your boyfriend’s face drains. “Have you seen this guy anywhere?” Geto asks, squinting at him.

Gojo peers at him from under his hat, his stare intense even with the blindfold covering his eyes. Kenzo clears his throat and leans in to whisper to Geto. You pretend to ignore them though you secretly strain to hear. “Let’s talk in private,” he whispers. “Even the walls have ears, I’m afraid.” 

Geto nods and nudges to Gojo who sighs and downs the rest of his drink. To your shock, Geto puts a hand out to you for a shake. Though hesitantly, you take his hand and feel the room grow hotter than a sauna when he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “It was a pleasure meetin’ you, ma’am,” he softly says. “Hopefully, we’ll cross paths again.” 

His eyes gleam as he tips his hat at you, leaving Gojo to follow Kenzo upstairs. Gojo doesn’t follow right away, instead digging into his pocket for some coins and placing them on the bar in front of you. “For your drinks and yours,” he says with a crooked smile. “Have a good night, little miss.” 

Then, just like Geto, he leaves as if he didn’t just steal the air you breathe with it. It takes a moment to get your head back, but once you do, you down the rest of your drink and get up from your seat. Shoko catches your eye and gives you a look, her eyes telling you a message: 

“Don’t get caught,” she warns you. “And don’t get killed.” 

You nod, blowing her a kiss, before following your boss and the duo upstairs.

My man my man my MAN

attitude.

pairing: bronx native!connie x black fem!yn

synopsis: running your mouth while drunk and getting testy with connie wasn’t your brightest idea.

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: marni here HEYYY! it’s been a year & a half since publishing my hobo eren smut and after much speculation, i realized i’m not done with tumblr LMFAOOO. i got too much nasty shit to think and write about so enjoy bronx connie fucking your shit up. please be at least 17+ when interacting with my works. much love, marni <33.

content warning: dirty talk (eng & spa), big dick!connie, cervix kissing, he’s a little mean, creampie, mirror fucking, backshots, rough sex, praise, degradation, thumb in booty action (my fav), floch, implied masturbation, recording, choking, dumbification, probably many typos of mine

[2:29am]

another moan left your lips as connie drove his dick deeper than the last stroke, nudging against your cervix with a nasty wet squelch before he pulled back out and let his tannish-brown dick rest between your fat asscheeks. the cream that coated it made him wanna nut, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

you on the other hand were shaking like a leaf from your other relentless orgasms, using this time to try and shuffle away from his demon dick before he snatched you back towards him.

“why you running ma? you told me i was too pussy to do something, right?” his accent was thick and low in your ear, making you clench around the cool air in your room. you knew connie was never one to back down from anything especially when involving you, but the drinks you had at the party earlier made you want to be testy with him.

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sheluvspringer replied to your story

the fuck??

why is floch mad close to you y/n 😐

you

1 thing you not is what? 🧏🏾‍♀️ say it w/ me: my nigga.

sheluvspringer

don’t ever fix your fingers to type that dumbass shit to me again y/n.

& floch? you need to do better🙎🏽‍♂️

you

make me? oh okay!

you ain’t on shit, you mad pussy bye

floch could do the shit you do & then some BYE LMFAOOOO 😭😭

sheluvspringer

ykw, you got it my heart 🙏🏾

safety, i’ll see you.

you

uh huh ‘preciate you gang 🙏🏾🙂‍↕️

THEY PLAYING MEG WAITITIT

IM ON THAT YAC I WANNA DANCE

seen.

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and damn here you are now, getting fucked up. his nails digging into your waist made you squirm around, whining from the back of your throat cause you didn’t have time for his games, you wanted to keep going.

“c-connie please! ‘m sorry ‘m sorry ‘m sorry, won’t do it again please fuck me..!”

connie looked down at you, grabbing the base of his dick before guiding his tip over your wet slit slowly while tapping at it, almost twitching from the noises your pussy made and the strings that connected to him. he really did want to keep going, but he wasn’t feeling too nice at the moment and enjoyed your begging for his dick.

“tu coño está goteando ahora mismo. floch no puede follarte así, ¿verdad, nena?”

his spanish accent had your toes curling especially when you knew he said some foul shit. most times you’d be able to understand some of what he said, but your mind was too hazy around the fact that he was already already sliding back into your dripping entrance at a swift pace, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

connie lifted your head slightly, his tatted left hand wrapping itself around your neck to squeeze with his cool chain resting on your back. you caught the sight of yourself in your mirror and it was nasty; your bonnet was sliding off your head, drool was pooling at the side of your lips, your pierced nipples were out and hard with dark ass hickies scattered all over your chest, and connie was staring right at you while slowing his pace, making your pussy clench cause he was too fine.

toes curling and stomach locking up, your closed your eyes and let out a cry, his tip nudging your cervix again while you let out a couple of wet queefs. his laughs and heavy breaths filled the room as he slowed down, letting go of your throat before sitting back up to get a view of his creamed covered cock sliding out. “fuck, i’m digging you out that good mama?”

before you got the chance to answer, he thrusted back in and made you queef again, mumbling, “matter fact, hush up for me.” before letting spit gather on his tongue then letting it drop onto your asshole, using his free thumb to rub it around in time with his harsh paces again.

the male reached over and grabbed his phone, beginning to record with the flash on so he could see better for when he wants to watch on his own time, pointing it at your ass. if anyone else was in the room, all they would hear is ass clapping loudly against his hips, your winces and moans, and even his own moans and grunts.

“tell floch who’s treating your pussy right, bonita. tell him who.” he seethed, thrusts becoming harsher while you gasped and tried to push against connie’s stomach, but it didn’t work since he had his thumb hooked into your ass to pull you back.

“you better take all this dick, i’m not fucking playing with you.”

butterflies erupted in your tummy once you heard the lust and seriousness in his tone, moving your hands out the way before responding to his request the best you could, words coming out choppy and high pitched. “f-uck! you con- haah~! ‘m so close please please please ‘m sorry!”

“thereeeee we go, such a good girl for me aren’t you? should i let you cum?” a switch went off in your head as soon as you heard the word “cum”, babbling and begging getting louder. connie closed his eyes and felt his balls tighten up, signaling his release was close while also moaning from the warmth of your gummy walls squeezing his dick so good.

he pulled his thumb out to slap your ass roughly, pushing you further into the bed before setting the phone down to keep it recording, both hands resting on your hips before speeding his pace up, heavy balls repeatedly slapping your sensitive clit.

“cum with me baby, make a mess all over my dick.”

connie jabbed at your spot one last time, making your body lock up and tighten before whining loudly with tears running down your face as you creamed all over him. his thrusts slowed down to an eventual stop, moaning all kinds of spanish curses as he nutted inside.

he wasted no time in grabbing the phone, staring at it. “leave us the fuck alone.” and stopped the recording, ditching it before leaning down to wipe your tears and press soft kisses to your face.

“i’m right here pretty, you good?”

on floch’s end . . .

his phone dinged, making him raise a brow as he put his pencil down and went to open his messages, breath getting caught in his throat once he seen your ass getting fucked in the thumbnail. floch scrambled to find his airpods, putting them in his ears before pressing play and was already digging his hand in his sweats.

once floch saw connie’s strokes get rougher and your ass bubbling up each time, his dick grew harder while the tip became a soft pink color and began to leak precum out, his cheeks turning red from arousal before letting out a shaky breath.

yeah, he wasn’t getting work done no time soon.