Toji Fushiguro X F!Reader

“WHATT? NEVER SEEN A GHOSTT..”

summary: next time be respectful for gojo’s memorial. . .

tags: ghost!gojo x fem!reader, smut, threesome (ig ..?), use of clone techniques, jjk spoilers, mean gojo, ōral sex (f!recieving), size difference,belly bulging, full nelson, degrading, dumbification, etc, mdni.

w.c: 4k . . .

a/n: GUYSSS WE GOIN UPPP ☝🏽 TYY FOR 1,7K MWAAAAA

+ sorry for the errors

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the halloween theme park buzzes with screams from rollercoasters and actors in horror costumes that look almost too real. you walk arm in arm with your friends, all of you decked out in matching monster high costumes. at first, you weren’t into it, but after enough pestering, you caved and ordered clawdeen’s full outfit.

the crowd can’t stop complimenting the four of you. from the boots to the hair, everything is spot-on. but gosh these platform boots are killing you. you can already feel tomorrow’s regret setting in.

“ooo, let’s try this ride before we leave,” one of your friends says through the fake fangs she’s wearing as draculaura. you all turn your heads to see what she’s pointing at. a sign reads infinity maze, with eerie, glowing blue eyes blinking on and off. it’s famous, mostly because the guy who designed it—gojo satoru—died a few years ago, turning it into some kind of attraction with ghost stories attached.

you scoff. people are suchwimps.

as you approach, you’re grateful for your speed passes because the line is insane. “okay, how about we make a bet?” your cleo-dressed friend suggests. “slowest time pays for dinner.”

you grin at the challenge, nodding along with everyone else.

as you wait, something catches your eye—a giant memorial statue of gojo satoru, standing tall near the maze entrance. his cocky grin is frozen in stone, and beneath it, the descriptiom reads,

in loving memory of satoru gojo. forever lovable and the strongest.

you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts. “who gives a fuck about him?” you say, loud enough for your friends to hear. they giggle, and you continue, “seriously, they’re doing the most with this memorial. it’s not that deep.”

one of your friends shakes her head, trying not to laugh too hard. “it’s haunted, remember?” she says mockingly, to which you just snicker.

“haunted, my ass.”

your first friend goes into the maze, and you start timing her on your phone. almost three minutes later, she comes out breathless, claiming the only scary part was a worker grabbing her ankle at the end.

next up are the others, who all manage to escape in under two minutes. the pressure’s on now, but you refuse to be the one paying for dinner. with a quick glance at your friends, you flash your speed pass to the coordinator, ready to sprint through this lame maze and leave them all in the dust.

your platform boots thud heavily against the creaking wooden floor, each step echoing in the suffocating silence. the door slams shut behind you with a sharp clack, sealing you inside. a deep breath fills your lungs, but the air feels heavy, thick. the faint glow of flickering lights ahead barely cuts through the darkness, revealing the first room—a classroom?

it’s an old, japanese-style classroom, but something feels off. chairs are scattered across the floor like a struggle took place, and bloody handprints—too real for comfort—smear the walls. your heart races as a sudden crack of thunder rips through the air, making the weak lights above you flicker wildly. it feels like you’ve been transported, as if this isn’t a theme park anymore... like you’re somewhere else, somewhere you shouldn’t be.

you inch forward, boots sinking into the floorboards with each loud creakk. you can’t shake the feeling that the room is watching you. the chalkboard looms at the front, with jagged, uneven writing smeared across it

look behind you

your stomach twists. your mind fights to stay rational—it’s just part of the maze, it’s not real. but your hands are trembling as you slowly turn. nothing. just scattered desks and the harsh, stuttering light overhead. thunder crashes again, timed too perfectly. 

your heart rate slows a bit, but you mutter under your breath, stupid maze, trying to shake off the unease as you head toward the next door. the sign above it reads, hall of mirrors,

the knob feels cold in your hand as you twist it, stepping into the next room. pitch-black darkness swallows you whole, except for the mirrors that tower from floor to ceiling. hundreds of them, endless reflections stretching out in every direction. your eyes adjust to the faint, flickering light—just enough to see yourself, but not much else.

“fuck,” you whisper, hating mirror mazes with a passion. you move cautiously, knowing you’ll bump into a dead end at some point. your reflection multiplies with every turn, making it feel like you’re being watched from all angles. you stop in front of one mirror, catching your breath, and take a moment to adjust your costume.

you smooth down the sheer purple mini skirt, making sure your wolf ears are straight on your head. you shift slightly, checking out your ass in the reflection, appreciating how well the outfit hugs your body. you’re about to laugh at yourself when your eyes catch something—a shadow

a figure. behind you. 

your breath stops cold. your friends hadn’t mentioned anyone being in here with you. you freeze, heart pounding as you stare into the reflection, too terrified to turn around.

“o-oh um, did I come in the room too early?” you stammer, your voice barely steady, assuming he’s the worker who grabbed your friend’s foot earlier. you swallow hard, trying to make sense of the tension creeping up your spine. the lights flicker again, casting shadows that stretch too long. your eyes twitch as you stare into the mirror—he’s still there, standing so still it sends a chill down your spine.

the lights flicker again, plunging the room into darkness. your pulse races. you can feel his presence behind you, closer now, even though you haven’t turned around. every hair on your body stands on end, anticipation mingling with fear. when the lights finally come back, your breath catches in your throat.

gojo satoru.

he stands right behind you, towering over your smaller frame, his eyes glowing like cold fire through the mirror. his presence is overwhelming, suffocating, andelectrifying. his ocean-blue gaze locks onto yours through the reflection, freezing you in place. you can’t move, can’t breathe, as his lips curl into a slow, dark smile.

“nahhh, you came at a good time,” he drags out, voice low, rough, as it echoes through the room. the sound of it, mixed with the flickering lights, makes your knees weak. he steps closer, his icy fingers brushing the hem of your skirt, sending a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches as you feel his touch, subtle yet possessive.

“and who are you supposed to be?” his voice is condescending, almost mocking, as his hand continues to toy with the fabric, lifting it just slightly. the way he says it makes your heart race faster, your skin prickling with a mixture of fear and something else—something darker.

you glance up, meeting his gaze in the mirror, tears forming in your eyes. this can’t be real. his white hair falls messily around his face, his long lashes shadowing those dangerously beautiful eyes.

“h-how? y-you’re dead,” you blurt out, ignoring his question as panic takes over. but his chuckle—low, dark—vibrates against the back of your neck, making you shudder. you’re trapped between the mirror and him, his breath warm and taunting against your skin.

“that i am,” he murmurs, his lips so close to your ear, “but you know what they say… energy never dies. you brought me here.” his words wrap around you, suffocating, intoxicating. your mind spins, trying to comprehend. you brought him here? how could you possibly—?

“h-how?” your voice is barely a whisper, trembling as you try to make sense of his words. it feels like the room is shrinking, like the walls are closing in, the air too thick to breathe.

“don’t play dumb now,” he chides, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. the heat of his palm sends sparks through your body. you shouldn’t want this, but the way his fingers tease your skin, the slow drag of his hand, has you clenching your thighs together.

suddenly, it hits you. images of you mocking his memorial, laughing at his statue, flashing through your mind. his low chuckle tells you he knows exactly what you’re remembering.

“i-i didn’t mean-”

“didn’t mean it? nahh, pretty, you fuckin’ meant it.” his plush lips press against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make your knees weak. fuck, you shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, by a ghost. yet, your body betrays you, burning up under his touch.

he leans into you, his teeth grazing your exposed skin, making you flinch. fangs? you tremble as he brushes his fingers under your chin, lifting your face so your wide, glossy eyes meet his through the mirror.

“all that nasty energy you have within you… mmm, that’s why.” his voice drops as he nibbles on your earlobe, tugging lightly on your hoop earrings, making you wince.

“‘m sorry, j-just don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything,” you stammer, your voice shaky as his grip on your chin tightens. his movements still, and the way he smirks behind you makes your heart sink. you’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—like you just handed him your dignity on a silver platter.

without a word, he pushes your back down, forcing you to brace yourself against the mirror, your fingertips smudging the glass as you struggle to keep steady. glancing to another mirror, you see him crouching down, eyeing your clothed cunt with dangerous curiosity.

“anything, she says”, gojo quietly says, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you arch your back just right for him. his eyes darken when he notices how soaked your panties are, the fabric clinging to your folds, sucked in by the wet heat between your thighs. of course, the lights choose now not to flicker—how fucking embarrassing.

with a quick, rough tug, gojo hooks his finger into your panties, pulling them side to side, watching how your chubby folds swallow the fabric before yanking them aside, fully exposing your dripping cunt. you clench hard at the sudden cool breeze against your exposed skin, and he pauses, mesmerized.

“you like this, huh? getting off to a dead man… ohh, you’re disgusting,” he mocks, his voice low and sinister.

“‘m going to make sure you live your dirty fantasies,” he growls, his tone laced with intent.

and he really is.

gojo has been diving into your cunt for what felt like hours, his impossibly slimy tongue lapping up your juices as your gummy walls snugly embrace him. your hands grip the sides of the mirror for dear life, feeling him reach the deepest parts of you. you’re moaning like a bitch in heat, your desperation rising as his spare hand mercilessly toys with your clit, not in cute circles, but pinching and pulling on your sensitive nub with no mercy whatsoever.

your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as he pushes you to your third orgasm, broken moans escaping your glossed lips. your pussy slowly feels numb, overwhelmed by how hungrily he’s eating you out. do they not feed him in his world?

“ngh—‘toru, it’s too m-much,” you hiccup, and he growls behind you, the sound vibrating through your body. at this point, you’ve completely forgotten about your friends, about the stupid bet—you’re lost in the most toe-curling head of your life.

your stomach churns unexpectedly as you cum again, your brain so fuzzy that you can’t even comprehend it. he loudly slurps up your mess, not wasting a single drop as he licks you clean, your cunt twitching around his tongue. when he pulls his tongue from your gaping hole, your swollen folds throb in response as he grins at your state.

“heh, look at you—just a slut for a ghost!” he taunts, now standing behind you, grinding his achy bulge against your exposed cunt. his eyes never leave your face in the mirror.

“let’s see how much dick she can take,” he mutters to himself, cupping your pussy, clearly addressing her rather than you. as you catch onto his words, a wave of confusion and excitement hits you. how much? there’s more than one?

before you can process anything, you blink once and find yourself in the most insane position you’ve ever been in—full nelson. gojo has you completely at his mercy, holding your legs high above your head with a firm grip, locking you in place like a ragdoll. your tall platform boots dangle helplessly in the air, the sensation thrilling and humiliating as you stare at your reflection in the endless mirrors surrounding you. your stomach twists at the sheer size difference between your body and his, your eyes widening as you see your slick, swollen cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for him.

your miniskirt is now so short that it’s bunched up around your waist, exposing more skin than you’d ever intended. your eyes drop lower, and you gulp as you take in the sight of his cock, standing proudly upright. the base is a tan colour, thick and powerful, with mean veins decorating the sides that pulse with each heartbeat. the bulbous tip is a deep pink, glistening with droplets of cum that catch the dim light.

with one hand firmly securing your legs, gojo uses his other to tease you, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds, the sensation sending electric jolts through your body. you bite your lip at the girth of his shaft, feeling a mix of excitement and horror. he’s definitely bigger than all your previous exes, and with every second you spend in this position, he brings undeniable shame onto them.

“can you handle it, baby?” he taunts, his voice dripping with condescension as he revels in your predicament.

“yes, I can-”

without lettint you finish, he thrusts into you, burying himself deep within your slick warmth. the suddenness takes your breath away, and you let out a gasp as he fills you completely. his girth stretches you in a way you’ve never experienced before, almost burning as your gummy walls clench around him, trying to accommodate his size. each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, a delicious blend of pain and ecstasy as you realize you can only take it.

gojo holds you firmly in place, using this ruthless position to keep you utterly at his mercy, revelling in your helplessness. with each powerful thrust, he drives deeper, hitting spots inside you that make your vision blur and your legs tremble. you can’t escape, all you can do is take what he gives you, your body completely surrendered to the pleasure.

“look at you, taking it so well,” he growls, a wicked grin stretching across his face as he watches your reflection in the mirror. your moans fill the room, echoing off the glass, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. the sweat glistens on his body, making his white hair stick to his forehead, adding to the rawness of the moment. “you’re nothing but a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

you can only whimper in response, your head spinning as his relentless rhythm pushes you closer to the edge. your thighs shake uncontrollably as he hits that sweet spot, the coil in your stomach tightening with every thrust. you’ve completely forgotten everything but the way he stretches you out, your body fitting around him perfectly as if you were made for him.

as gojo thrusts into you relentlessly, your collar jingles with every powerful movement, a stark reminder of your current position. each chime echoes in the room, amplifying your vulnerability as he drinks in the sight of your pretty, disheveled form. he watches how your eyes flutter in bliss, how your lips part with each thrust, and how your reflection reflects the pure ecstasy etched across your face.

“what happened to all that toughness?” he sneers, his breath hot against your ear as he quickens his pace. “wanna tell me how stupid this is?” his laughter reverberates through the air, as he reminds you of your sly comment.

the humiliation of his words ignites a flame deep within you, and despite the embarrassment, your body craves more. your jewelry clinks and jingles as he pounds up into you, each sound mingling with the echoes of your moans. the sensation is overwhelming, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of submission, your mind hazy as pleasure clouds your thoughts.

as you struggle to keep your eyes open, the world around you blurs and spins. you can’t tell if it’s the overwhelming pleasure or the way he’s wrecking you, but you swear you see multiple gojos swarming around the two of you in the mirrors. they grin wickedly, each one reflecting the same smug confidence, but you’re too lost in ecstasy to process it completely.

am I seeing things? you wonder,

your mind foggy from the pleasure coursing through your body. each thrust sends you spiral deeper into submission, heat pooling in your core, ready to explode.

then, without warning, you feel another hand, another gojo, playing with your pussy. your eyes shoot open, panic flooding your senses as you choke back a gasp.

he can clone himself!

your body responds eagerly to the dual sensations, the original gojo still jack hammerinh relentlessly inside you while his clone teasingly rubs your clit, heightening your pleasure to unimaginable heights. as if sensing your need, the clone moves closer, rubbing his chubby tip along your widened folds. you scream internally, panic flashing through your mind as he presses against you, the overwhelming stretch igniting both fear and pleasure.

there’s no fucking way.

the clone pushes in slowly, stretching you beyond your limits, sending shockwaves through your body. you cry out, your voice a mix of pleasure and pain, tears brimming in your eyes. he’s moulding himself deep within your walls as you feel every inch of your velvety walls being re-designed for him.

the original gojo leans down, his breath hot against your ear. “c’mon, big baaaad wolf, can you handle both of us?” he taunts the nickname referring to your costume, as his thrusts becoming more forceful as the clone fills you. “i thought you were a big girl.”

you can only moan in response, the sound mingling with the jingle of your jewelry as they continue to drive you wild. the mirrors reflect your state—multiple gojos swarming around you, each one more enticing than the last. their mocking smiles deepen your humiliation, but the pleasure they bring you makes it impossible to care. both their cock heads rushing as if it were a race to reach your cervix as you squeak at the brutal thrusts.

“look at you, a pathetic mess,” the original gojo mocks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as you squirm between them. your gaze lazily drifts to the your tummy where a large bulge forming beneath your costume, moans escaping your lips at the sight. “you love being filled up like this, don’t you? who’s the stupid one now?”

your body betrays you, your pussy clenching around both of them as they thrust in sync, stretching you to your limits. the lewd squelches and sloshes of your dripping cunt fill the air, drowning out all coherent thoughts. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, the overwhelming sensations causing your mind to spiral into oblivion.

the clone suddenly flicks your head, thr pain forcing you to look at him, and you feel a rush of clarity amidst the haze. “stay with us, pretty,” he demands, his tone both condescending and sultry. 

“we- hgnn -want to see that face you make when you fall apart.” you shudder at the sound of his voice, the way it sends waves of heat coursing through your body.

“mmf—i can’t. . . ’s too much,” you babble, your voice rising higher as the clone continues to push into you, the overwhelming sensation of fullness sending shockwaves through your body. pleasure and pain blur together, and you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

“ohhh, but you can,” the original gojo growls, thrusting harder, your body shaking as you sob loudly, the sounds echoing off the mirrors as your achy walls clenching around his thick shafts.

every angle captures your struggle—your skin glistening with sweat, your costume soaked and clinging to your curves, and the way you’re trapped between two versions of the man you crave. the reflections amplify the chaos, a never-ending loop of desire and degradation as you’re thrust deeper into submission.

“what about your friends?” the clone taunts, a wicked smirk plastered across his face. “what will they think when they find you like this?” the thought sends a wave of humiliation crashing over you, but the pleasure is relentless, drowning out any semblance of reality.

“anddd what about that bet you had?” the original gojo continues from behind, his voice dripping with mockery. “i bet they wouldn’t believe how much you enjoy being filled up by us.” you nod at his words, sniffles escaping your nostrils as fat globs of tears streak down your cheeks, your makeup a ruined mess.

they’re so deep inside you that it feels like they’re going to split you in half. each thrust stretches you to your limits, their relentless rhythm pushing you closer to the brink.

you swear you feel him in your chest.

“please… i need to—” you gasp, your body trembling as the clone toys with your clit, electric jolts of pleasure coursing through you. your senses blur, and all you can feel is the overwhelming fullness and the pleasure spirall out of control.

“let go, pretty,” the clone whispers, fingers dancing over your sensitive bud. “show us how much you want it.”

with one final thrust from the original gojo, the heat builds to an explosive climax. you feel your body tighten around them, walls pulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you.

“fuckk!” you scream, body convulsing as you squirt, release gushing out of you and mixing with his cum. gojo’s thick cum shoots deep inside as he paints your gummy walls a pretty milky white, creating an intense mess that ends up coats your inner thighs. the overwhelming sensation sends you spiraling into a realm of ecstasy, every nerve ending igniting as you succumb to the bliss.

“what a sight,” the original gojo grunts, breath heavy with satisfaction. you’re lost in the aftermath, body shaking as you ride the waves of pleasure, mind fogged with overwhelming satisfaction and disbelief at the chaos that has consumed you.

as you try to come back from your intense orgasm, the clone pulls back and disappears. when gojo finally slides out of your cunt, a waterfall of cum oozes from you, thick globs spilling forth—it’s utterly inhumane. gojo carefully places your wobbly legs, which had been in the air for what felt like hours, back on the ground as you collapse, the numbness too much to bear.

the mess cascades down your gaping hole, sticky and warm, creating a thick pool beneath you. you can’t help but feel utterly exposed, the evidence of their domination staining your costume and making you acutely aware of how thoroughly you’ve been filled.

the sight is almost too much to bear, the way your body quakes with the remnants of pleasure while the glistening fluid slowly drips, accentuating the chaos you’ve just experienced. you feel humiliated yet impossibly aroused, the reflections in the mirrors surrounding you amplifying your vulnerability as he stands, watching you tremble.

“c’mon, baby, your friends have been waiting,” he coos, picking you up bridal style as you mumble nonsense, your brain so fucked that you can barely string a thought together. he strides through the mirror maze and into the last room, steadying you onto the ground for you to exit on your own.

he fixes your hair and outfit, quickly pecking your lips before opening the door and giving you a final push. you stumble out, the cool breeze hitting you like a splash of cold water, bringing you back to reality.

“girl, what the hell took you so long?” your friends shout as you try to steady your wobbly legs. one of them shoves her phone in your face, and your jaw drops.

50 fucking minutes.

“t-the worker was—”

“t-the worker- shut up. now you’re buying us food.” one of them mocks, handing you your belongings while they stare you up and down, taking in how badly you’re shaking and your frizzy hair.

“jeez did a demon fuck you? you look like you got meannn dick in there,” she jokes, and everyone bursts into laughter, including you. they have no idea what you’ve just been through, but you can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

I just wanna love, live and die my way.

BEST FRIENDS DAD <3

# : *turns off notifications on tumblr and hides* i was not very happy w how this came out vs what i thought, smut under the cut

tags : fem!reader, unprotected, semi public - your family in the next room, breeding ish, nonconsensual watching? etc

a warm hand strokes down your back, coming down in hard but somewhat quiet slaps on your ass.

“shh now, don’t want your family to know what’s going on. right y/n?” he mocks, grunting and moaning next to your ear as if he is expecting you to be able to answer him. which you can’t do since as quickly as your panties came off he stuffed them into your mouth to keep your noises of pleasure down. not wanting your parents to notice and neither his two sons to notice, one which is your best friend since you were two kids.

having grown up with the rengoku family as next door neighbors and old family friends since your parents and shinjuro were young too.

shinjuro who couldn’t help but notice a few weeks back how much you’ve grown into the strong woman you have become - which is easy to see because of the way you carry yourself around, head up high as to not be looked down on by the older generations who are still not used to women being part of the higher up demon slayers.

but oh how easy it was to get you to crumble into a mess beneath him, one leg hiked up high on the kitchen counter and shirt hanging above your tits.

and the retired hashira can’t help but ogle over how they bounce so prettily when he thrusts into you extra hard.

“you’ve got such a pretty body, reacting so well to my touch.”

his warm and big hands move down to your bottom, spreading your ass apart to watch the way his cock slides in and out of your tight cunt so easily. your tight pussy painting his dick in a pretty white with your cum.

“look at that, what a sloppy little cunt.” his thrusts pick up their pace, going in harder but still somehow keeping quiet to not alert your families in the room next to the kitchen.

you reach behind you to wrap a hand around his wrist, still holding onto your ass, as if to keep yourself stable and not slip too much.

he can hear you try to say something but it only comes out as a muffled sound, considering you have your panties stuffed in your mouth.

“what? do i have to fuck you dumb to keep you quiet, huh?” as if to keep true to his plan shinjuro thrusts in and out of your slippery walls with extra power behind. getting as deep in you as he can, shinjuro wants you to feel the imprint of his thick and long cock in you for the next few days.

that every time you look over the edge separating your family homes and see him on the porch, your walls will tighten at the thought of how good he felt inside you.

he can feel your cunt tighten around him, clit pulsing under his touch as he brings you to the next orgasm as if it’s the easiest thing shinjuro’s done in his life.

you moan around your panties as you are pushed over the edge. your mind gone enough for you to not think that he actually can’t hear what you’re trying to say.

“mphm, !”

he chuckles lowly at you, “can’t hear what you’re sayin’ little one.”

his hand comes down in a couple spanks on your ass, watching how it moves with hungry eyes as he can also feel how you’ve tightened up around him.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” shinjuro moans.

“wan’ me to fill up your slutty pussy? hm, would look so pretty full with my cum.”

he groans, hips moving faster into you as his full balls tighten as his warm cum fills you up.

“g’nna keep on fillin’ you up, want to see you round with my seed.”

you can only moan and finally reach up to pull out your soaked underwear with shaky hands. throwing them down on the counter as you straighten up, groaning at both the feeling of his cum starting to slide out your swollen cunt and at how stiff your back has become from being bent over for so long.

“can we next time at least fuck somewhere else?” you ask.

and kyojuro stifles his breathy moan with a hand thrown over his mouth, cum spilling out over his hand he is stroking himself with to the sight of you getting wrecked by his dad.

a/n : i have a headache now but i’ll look through and add more to the warnings bye

2022 © all content belongs to ztoji. Do not repost my work anywhere.

69 with Toji Fushiguro

MDNI smut 18+

69 was one of his favorite positions, your pussy in his face. He eats you out as if it was his last meal. While you suck and choke on his big cock. Toji loves having a competition, who cums first has to be edged for hours. You suck on his dick faster trying to win. Toji uses his tongue and fingers trying to make you cum faster. “You are going to cum?” Your walls were clenching around his fingers . The orgasm took over you body. You lost, Toji won. He was grinning ear to ear. “Prepare for the punishment slut”. It was going to be a long night ;)

proud

give me izuku who keeps his voice perfectly steady while fucking you during a phone call.

izuku who lays back in his expensive sheets with his evergreen curls askew and emerald eyes dark with lustful amusement. izuku who carefully watches you fall apart in his lap, bouncing away on his dripping cock and making yourself cream on him over and over.

izuku who smirks and pinches the fat at your hips when you slow down or get tired. “nuh uh,” he mouths, still listening to his poor intern on the other end of the line. “i didn’t say you could stop, angel.”

bunny bimbo.

━━━━━━━━ uzui tengen.

⤷ fem!reader, bimbo reader, pet name usage <bunny, baby>, finger sucking, hair pulling, size kink, dilf!tengen, tengen is in his thirties while reader is twenty, outside sex, truck sex, rough play, voyeur, breeding, black coded, filming w/o consent, camgirl!reader.

⤷ mocha’s note; saw someone with this truck the other day and couldn’t get it out my head. i love men who drive nice ass vehicles. wanna be fucked in a pickup truck. *pouts*

“hi, mister! i was wondering if you’d let me wash your car for my college’s charity event.”

to be honest, tengen wasn’t oblivious to your clear intentions. you came knocking on his pristine white door with a cheery smile on your doll face as you swayed side to side in your revealing attire. he’s well aware it’s nearly seventy degrees out, but for you to be wearing high waisted black spandex that had the bottom of your ass hanging out, along with a tight strapped hot pink top that sat just at your ribs was kind of overdoing it. holding your bucket with a yellow sponge inside, bouncing on your tip toes in your black and white converses when you see how attractive the man is, thinking you definitely scored.

the twinkle in his eyes when he looked you up and down confirmed he had the same thoughts. he’s only in a robe, angelic silver hair cascading down his face. to be blunt, you interrupted a jack-off session he was having, the man smiling through the painfully hard erection he had, hoping it’s not too evident. there’s surely a bulge there. your nipples are perk, of course, not shielded by a bra. skin alluring and glistening under the sunlight. his multicolored painted fingernails clutching the door he holds open for you to come inside, glancing around his neighborhood to see if anyone was being nosey. this for sure looked like a skit from a porno. he’s wondering if the universe sent him a blessing or just teasing?

“so what’s the charity for?”

“ensuring the safety of teens and young adults when it comes to unprotected sex. basically pays for condoms, lube—”

tengen is barely listening as you further explain your agenda, mind drifting elsewhere, focused on the pillows of your strawberry glossed lips, knowing they taste sweet. you do this thing where you curve your lips to the side when you’re thinking so the dot in your cheek sinks in, creasing a dimple. your makeup is done but not too much considering the weather. falsies and fake freckles. big eyes fascinated by such a gorgeous, gorgeous man. almost too perfect. you wonder if he’s a model. he lives in a nice, big house in the suburbs. finances must be in tact.

“—plus it’s summer and cars should look good to pull some women, right? you look like you own a beauty.”

“a beauty for sure,” tengen rasps, his features growing dark and lustful. it’s dripping off his tongue like honey.

“can i see?” you bite your lips, your forearms hugging the side of your tits closer to make them even more appealing. the man pokes his cheek with his long fingers, feeling silly, your charm working.

tengen doesn’t know why this thought comes up, but when he’s leading you to the backyard with a high fence, grill, and umbrella table—and you’re beside him, dainty, soft, small compared to his figure—she looks really familiar is what he thinks, lingering on it. the 6’6 man grabs his keys hanging by the door to unlock the obsidian 2020 chevrolet silverado truck with red tow hooks, grinning as you swoon for the vehicle, cute gasps and squeals as you skip towards the truck to pull open the doors, obsessed with the interior. leather seats warm and rich. you’re bent over as you peak your head inside, tengen no better than any other man as he cocks his head to the side to get a better look at your ass. he practically chokes on his spit when he notices how fat your pussy is, eating up the material so depravedly it has him gulping and shifting where he stood.

“jesus, fuck,” his hands are clammy now. even if you were truly being innocent, he had to hold back. you were too young for him. too supple. too—innocent? the velvety softness of his tongue is salivating for you, wanting to drown in your cunt and drink it like water. you smell good, too. when you brushed past him he caught a whiff; like marshmallows and honeysuckle.

“she’s so fucking sexy,” you praise, caressing your hands over the seats, looking over your shoulder with a wicked upturn of your lips. tengen feels it now. and he’s ready to say fuck it. you weren’t here just for a car wash. it’s like pen on paper. “what’s her name?”

“veronica.”

you giggle. “can i ride her one day?”

a brow of his arches at your question, the batting of your lashes turning him aberrant. he’s really not liking who he’s becoming right now. losing self-control, respect for himself, respect for you. he doesn’t give a shit about a charity right now. all he knows is that he wants to use you, needs to fuck you, make you his girl. “you expect that i’ll let you come back?”

“i know you will,” now you’re standing inches apart now, rattling your bucket to knock him out of his daydreams. “hose? where?”

the stern clench in his jaw makes your clit jump, tengen opening his garage door to give you access to all his car necessities. he excused himself, taking a breather and battling with his desires as he curses his dick out when he’s slipping on basketball shorts and a white tank. tengen catches himself when he’s peering out his bedroom window to see you arching over his truck, shorts snug and shirt damp with water as you ring out the soapy sponge in your hands, giggling to yourself and tucking those plush lips when you get yourself a little too wet. your head knocks up and catches his gaze on you, biting your lips and winking.

fuck the wash. fuck the charity. fuck his morals.

to his unknown, your phone is perched up against the inside of his truck, snug in a corner between the seat and the door, peaking inside with your ass high and swaying, waiting for him to come back down. you got him. ‘course you did. not to toot your own horn or anything, but you’re very irresistible. your millions of subscribers on girlybimbos.net could vouch for you. you’re live streaming now, your lilac acrylic between your teeth as you twiddle your fingers gently to greet your money makers. slipping a tit out for a little tease.

“my neighbors coming back,” you giggle sweetly, the sound like heaven to the men who worship you, to the women who want to be you, or be with you. comment after comment. tip after tip. it makes you feel so happy. they get greedier, jealous even when they notice a pair of big hands snatching your ass back to mold against a rock hard cock, damp with precum and jumping with covetous need. you smile into your shoulder as you look back at him, his face reading everything his dick was telling you.

“this okay?” the man strains, avidly tugging at the band of your shorts, spotting a cute tramp stamp tat on your love handle, ‘brat’ is what it says, drawn inside of a pink heart.

“what do you think?” tengen groans as you shift your ass back, resting your cheek on your shoulder as you continue to rock back and forth, dipping your hips to create a photographic memory in his mind. you’re grateful for the step bar that’s on the side of the truck considering how much taller he is, your ass sitting at just the right angle for him to slide his dick inside. but before he does any of that, he’s molding the flesh of your ass in his hands, soft like dough as he sloppily mouths at your cheeks while spreading them apart.

your fists ball as you whimper from his scorching touch, feeling the vibration through his kisses. your shorts are to your knees now, back arched as you suck on your lips and scrunch up your face when he’s pulling your black thong to the side to catch your sluice clit with his tongue, gasping as he swats at your ass each time he licks your pussy, devours your essence and ruts his tongue on that cute little pearl as you grind back on his face with frenzy. he doesn’t lay on it longer, too fucking hard to be playing tease right now. tengen’s giving the back of your thighs open mouthed french kisses, your head all fuzzy. it’s a lucid drug.

“fuck, that’s somethin’ else,” he’s hissing, tongue quickly swirling over his bottom lip before his brows are connecting and he’s got his heavy cock in his rough palm now. it’s tempting. if he’s laying on his back it’ll rest on his tummy just at his belly button. protruding veins on either side leading up to his fat head, mushroom shaped and a pastel pink tone to it. width about the same as a graph ruler. perfection at its finest. that wet pat pat! at the entrance of your cunt he taps with the heavy head of his cock makes you squeal, the noise so cute. fuck—you’re too cute. he’s gotta make you his.

“use me, please,” your head is tilting side to side as if you’re drunk, feeling the warm air hit your pussy, soaked and convulsing for him. abandoned. craving to be sheltered. catered to. full. “fuck me, please, pl—”

“quiet,” quiet? that’s nearly foreign for you once he’s pushing his fat cockhead into your taut, little pussy, chipping his lip with his teeth as he takes his time to sink into you, observing how your pussy grips his cock and pulls him in, releasing control so easily.

“that’s really—shit, fuck—that’s—” swat! he smacks your ass again and follows it with a gentle thrust and a nasty fucking moan. your toes curl and your grip on the leather seats become harsher, trying to accommodate his barbaric size. “tight little thing.”

you mewl from his praise, breath hitching. it’s too much to take all at once. so, you crawl forward to give yourself a minute. “you’re so—fuckin’ big, mmph!”

he doesn’t allow that, kissing his teeth and tutting a gruff ‘unh uh, come back’, bending so his head pokes inside the black ice scented vehicle, pulling you back by your hair until you’re scooting your ass back out the frame of the door, tengen standing straight again. he works his way in, not a total asshole about it. rolling his waist to knock into you, making it easier. proud to see you finally taking it like the good girl he knows you can be. he has faith in you. it’s a fucking prize when his sharp abdomen’s kissing the globes of your ass, your soppy pussy coating his skin.

you shouldn’t cry, you shouldn’t be fucking crying at all, but the way he pistons his hips and fucks you hard, skin clapping roughly and subtle fingers scratching at the dip of his flexing ass—you can’t help it. feels so good. it’s making you dumb, melting under his vehement gropes and brutal pounds. one of tengen’s hands slaps on the hood of his truck, keeping the other wrapped around your hair in a fist and raising his leg to stay on the step bar, grunting, cussing like a sailor, throat drying. there’s no fucking way you should be this fucking addictive. he swears he’s losing his mind even more, your whimpers and squeaks like music to his ears. the visible stretch your pussy showcases as he glanced for another take.

the man is adamant, that’s for sure. tastes rarely changing when it came to his women, and how he liked to fuck them. his flamboyancy is what drew you in. so impeccably godly. you’re immobile when his buff body enters the vehicle, pinning his weight entirely on your back, heaving on your cheek. tengen’s got his long fingers in your mouth now, telling you to ‘gag on these’ while he’s rutting his cock in you like a ferocious animal. he’s suffocating you, but you fucking love it. love being trapped beneath him. love hearing his moans clearier in your ear as your eyes cross and you fall out, into space.

“m’fuckin’ cummin’, baby,” air catches in his throat, sitting up some to loom over your body. “can i cum in this pussy? yeah? fill you up real good?”

“want your cum,” you’re blabbering, clapping your ass up to meet each scabrous thrust, flesh bouncing like jelly, choking on your spit when his hot hand clasps onto the back of your neck and keeps you down, fucking his cock like you’re his toy. a special toy he’s been waiting for.

“shit—you’re so cute,” he grumbles, eyes squeezing tight, managing to chuckle through his endless streams of moans. “bouncing like a bunny. so needy. i make you that way?”

you can’t form a word, slobbering over his fingers and focused on only one thing, your high. tengen pulls his fingers out and grabs your chin, smearing your own spit as he pinches your cheeks, your eyes fighting to stay open. “unh? i make you that way, baby? so fuckin’ cock drunk you start fucking yourself on it? am i your toy?”

“y-yeah. yesss, fuck—” tears are leaking down your face, the pleasure so intensely overwhelming, his raspy voice in your ear coaxing you further.

he ups his chin. “you using me? for what, hmm? been wanting to cum real good? boys your age not treating your pussy right?”

it’s like he’s being cruel, edging himself on purpose until you’re at your peak with him, arms bulging as he balls his fists and plants it flat on the seats, lifting like he’s doing push ups and snapping his hips viciously. you scream, hiccuping stupidly as your legs separate and you’re spasming, slapping at the back of the drivers seat and shoving your face into the seats before you, your phone falling into a compartment on the side door, your fans only hearing the squeaky hot leather, sticky skin clashing, and both of your moans conjoining.

“answer me. don’t act shy now ‘cause your cunts full,” he seethes, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. a damn mess. the straps to your shirt slipping off, tits bouncing and falling out years ago. tongue stuck out as you pant like a dog and your eyes turn white like pinballs.

“they can’t fuck me like you do! c-can’t—ah!—can’t handle me like you. they’re too fucking stupid. never care about what i want. i-i need an older man who knows how to fuck me.”

he’s getting off on your cries, bawling his face up when that pit of fire encases his stomach. seconds away from painting your gummy walls with his cum. fuck, he’s so glad you came to his door today. never would’ve imagined he’d have such a mesmeric thing like you pinned under him right now. it’s a good thing you knocked when you did. his hand wasn’t enough, a mundane act he was sick of partaking.

“don’t worry, baby. i can fuck you like you want for as long as you need,” now his nose is flush against your cheek, chest on your back for the last time, grounding his dick and blocking your airflow with his wide hand that chokes you. you’re shaking like a leaf, barely able to breathe. “want you to cum on your toy. take his load for him, okay?”

that’s so new for you, being the first one to cum. it’s sad, truly. but no worries now. you finally found someone who’d care about pleasing a woman. who gets off on it. there was nothing greater than sexually satisfying a woman. it’s like fucking narcotics. those symphonies of yours crack as you come down hard, and the same time he sees you quietly orgasming while consistently clenching your cunt, his pulsating cocks shooting thick ropes of white in fast spurts. tengen’s jaw is agape, gasping and whimpering as he slides in and out of you with passion, relieved. days of sexual frustration gone out the window. he’s so weak on top of you, honestly would take a nap if he could.

your giggles wake him up, tengen rolling to his side so his back touches the seats, your hands covering your mouth, dazed. he kisses your forehead, leading his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss, tying tongues and smacking lips.

“i’m leaking,” you scoff a laugh, tengen looking down to see you raising your knees to your chest. “gonna clean me up or let me ruin your seats?”

he rolls his eyes playfully. “already ruined them. wet ass pussy.”

you squeal when he gives your pussy a slap, pushing his long silver hair away from his face and fixing himself up before leaving to get a clean, warm rag for you. while he’s distracted, you hastily search for your phone, finding it and flipping it around to see your stream still playing, the comments in uproar. some angry they couldn’t see the finale, some horny as fucking hell after hearing what happened, others happy to see your darling face again.

“bye guys. chat later. i’m so sore,” you pout, angling the camera to your cunt really fast to show them, teasing like you always do. you blow them a kiss before ending the live, looking over your phone to see him coming back to you. you spread your thighs which, by the way, still spasm. he chuckles at your body’s reaction, cleaning you up before kissing your inner thighs.

“can i still clean your truck?” you ask.

“um, you were serious?”

“duh. my schools counting on me, you know.”

“awesome,” he remarks, laughing after you roll your eyes and gather your shorts. tengen let’s you finish your job, making some homemade lemonade and baking a digiorno pizza to help restore both your energies. even though he just fucked you like a whore, he talked to you, caressed your face, and kissed you like you were the softest, most precious thing to him. it was nice.

once the sun set, and his truck was sparkly clean, you were standing in your original position on his front porch, leaving him. you still didn’t know each other’s names, not even bothering to ask, just staying in the moment.

“hey,” he grabs your wrist to catch you, looking back at him with curiosity. “what’s your name?”

you grin. “bb.”

bb? that also sounded familiar. now that he ponders on it, so does your voice, and your face, and that damn tattoo on your ass. tengen watches you skip away happily, humming a song and that’s when it hits him. he’s digging into his basketball shorts pocket to grab his phone, finding his bookmarks and scrolling for one in particular. pulling up an adult website where the name bunny bimbo flashes. a profile decorated in glitter, clouds, and all things pink. a small bio popping up with 69 videos, a new one recently uploaded. no title.

bunny bimbo. live ended 1 hour and 17 minutes ago. stunned to see the capture of his platinum hair and rainbow nails desperately grabbing your skin as the thumbnail. he snickers, awestruck by you.

anything for charity, right?

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୨୧ featuring: kaeya + diluc, heizou + itto, alhaitham + cyno, tartaglia + pantalone x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, threesome, public sex, handjob, nipple play, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, pet names, voyeurism, mild monster fucking (itto & heizou’s part), masturbation, rough sex, double penetration, spanking, dacryphilia, forced orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, degradation kink, dumbification 

୨୧ synopsis: the only thing better than one man is two

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