been waitin' on you all my night

cw; cuck shit. fem reader.

"I'm not saying you don't know how to fuck your girl, Fushiguro."

Your boyfriend takes a long toke of his cigarette, leaning back in the plush armchair facing the hotel bed. He blows smoke towards the two of you, his eyes narrowing. "Sure fuckin' sounds like it."

You roll your eyes. Even as he watches his girl getting fucked by his best friend, he's got a mouth on him. Any other man would be humbled by such a sight — Toji just stares.

He's hard. you can see the fabric of his sweats straining at the crotch, even from where you lay pressed into the bed. If Shiu weren't fucking you so deeply, you might be able to take a breath, focus your eyes, and discern whether or not that dark patch over Toji's groin is from his leaking pre, or if it's just a trick of the light.

"I'm just saying—" Shiu slows the snapping of his hips and transitions instead into a rolling motion that is more soothing than it is erotic. I'ts good; you like it. You could fall asleep like this, full of cock, the weighted blanket of his body on top of yours. "—you fuck to fuck. I fuck to connect."

Toji snorts from his chair, like he's in a position to puff his chest out. "I'd already be inside of her. No need to connect."

He's certainly not a romantic. Shiu groans, pushing himself nice and deep as he presses a sweet kiss to your neck.

One of his hands (rough, but not mean like Toji’s) snakes down your body in search of your clit. It’s still sensitive from the half-hour of head he warmed you up with, so he’s gentle when he starts circling the pad of his finger around your nerves. You find yourself gasping, hiccuping as air fills your lungs, and moaning as it leaves. 

“You hear that?” Shiu glances over his shoulder to Toji, who now looks a little less cocksure than before. He’s restless, adjusting himself in his pants and spreading his knees to make room for the heavy erection he’s sporting. “She sound like this with you?”

Toji rolls his neck, feigning arrogance. “Nope. She’s louder with me.”

He’s not wrong. Toji often has you screaming into the pillow as he drags his fat cock in and out of you. Pounds you, for lack of romance. You like how he’s rough and dirty and strong in how he handles you; but there’s something about the attention Shiu is giving you that makes you dizzy with pleasure. 

Shiu ignores Toji from there on. His eyes rove over your face, as do his lips. He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead as he fucks you — his moustache tickly against your skin. It’s damp with your arousal, and you can’t help but wonder if he’ll smell you on his lips later tonight and remember how you tasted. 

Of course he will.

✩₊˚.🕸️ NATURAL ✩₊˚.🕸️ ~ peter parker x reader

texts between you and your friendly neighbour (spiderman)

fluff, slight angst but it gets resolved, smau, strangers to friends, (no mj in this universe)

note: I love peter Parker I love spiderman

October 12th

8:32 am

Y/N: is this Peter from 12b?

Peter: Yes! Is this Y/N from 11b? 

Y/N: yes

Peter: Cool :D Is everything okay?

Y/N: no.

Peter: Oh

Y/N: I get that you might have stuff to do in the middle of the night EVERY NIGHT but can u be a little bit quieter plz???? 

Y/N: I work early morning and u wake me up nealey every day 😔

Peter: Oh shit 

Peter: Sorry I had no idea the walls are that thin

Peter: I promise I’ll be quieter

Y/N: thank u

Peter: No problem

October 14th

1:03 pm

Y/N: *image attachment*

Y/N: these from you?

Peter: Nice right

Peter: A little apology from your noisy neighbour 🌷 

Y/N: ass kisser 

Peter: OI

౨ৎ 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 who is so, so vanilla he has no idea that missionary isn't the only position you can fuck a woman in—and you can throw out the dirty and degenerate kinks; he hasn't even heard of them. that is, until you, of course.

౨ৎ 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 who suffers the most embarrassing episode of premature ejaculation while fucking you in doggy. as inexperienced as he is, he isn't some three-pump chump—no, seriously, he isn't; he actually considers himself above average in that regard.

that's why it was so mortifying for him when he barely got three strokes in before he felt it. sharp, fast, nearly dizzying—and worst of all: completely uncontrollable.

your pussy walls just felt so good in the position, unbelievably tight and wet and warm. the swell of your hips molded perfectly inside his large palms, your ass flushed and soft when it met his pelvis—and when peter bottomed out inside you the final time, you made the most delicious, pornagraphic mewl of his name, as if he'd just hit a really sensitive spot inside you.

his throat felt so tight that he couldn't even warn you—the only tell for you was that his fingers suddenly tightened around your hips and his whole body jerked, before he pulled out only to slam himself back in with a string of garbled, shocked moans.

cum spurted from his tip so violently that he could feel it, and in his startlement peter couldn't even pull out like his brain screamed at him to do; and maybe he was a little selfish in the way he kept himself stuffed inside your warm, slick cunt, eyes rolling back each time your gummy walls fluttered in response to the twitches of his cock. it just felt so fucking good that he couldn't help it.

though he did apologize profusely after in his rather sobering post-nut clarity. you didn't mind, it was pretty hot anyway.

౨ৎ 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 who eats with lots of enthusiasm, but little technique; his tongue is thick and hot, but he tends to put it in the wrong places... namely, he's more concentrated on sliding it through your folds rather than focusing it on your clit.

you aren't too shy to guide him, though.

"mmm, pete, a little higher—ah! oh, fuck, that's it, right there. mhmm, keep going, swirl your tongue a little—that's so good."

smart, attentive boy he is, it doesn't take peter long to catch on. he's quick to find the right pressure and pace that makes your toes curl, keeping his tongue firm on your clit like you'd instructed. and gods, does he start to eat so fucking good.

so good that your hips start to move subconsciously, slopping up his lips and chin with the slick he's lapping out of you. you feel more than hear the moans he's producing, a testament of just how much it turns him on to taste you and please you, and the way he starts to rut desperately into your mattress doesn't go unnoticed either.

it pushes you to the edge much faster than you ever expected.

"oh, shit—hah, peeeete, keep going, 'm s'close!" you mewl, fingers threading through his sweat-dampened hair, holding him in place and drawing something akin to a whine from his throat. his eyes flutter closed and he refocuses his efforts, swiping at your clit until your hands fist and you spasm, hips twitching in time with the pulsing of your throbbing clit.

even though his jaw aches from making you cum, he begs to eat you out again and again and again.

a/n: chat do we wanna see more himbo!peter?... i wanna see more himbo!peter...

"pull your boxers down we need to talk"

Was the very first thing Satoru heard when he opened the door after your sharp knock. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, white hair messy from running his fingers through it all evening. He had expected his girlfriend to maybe, idk give him a hug or kiss after a long day?! but nooooo. You had other plans, clearly.

You pushed your way into his dorm without waiting for an invitation, and Satoru stood there dumbly for a solid three seconds, mouth half opened, before he closed the door behind you with a soft click. Then you grabbed him by the neck of his sweater and yanked hard, tugging him by the collar into his bedroom. His big frame following behind you obediently, his voice coming out in a stuttered mess.

"ba-babe what's w-wrong?"

As you backed his big body into his bed, your pretty manicured fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and tugged at it along with his boxers. Your voice rang out again. "You heard me Toru. boxers off." You pulled them down and his thick cock flopped out already twitching with interest. And by the time you settled on top of him, you had one hand on his cock, stroking it impatiently to life and with your other hand, you tugged your panties down. They were already soaked with the sweetness of your cunt. When they were off, you balled them up and shoved them into Toru's mouth, gagging him.

He was already whining, his cock sensitive from your rough handling. Precum slicking your palm as you worked him, then you lifted your hips and began to sink down on his cock, not wasting anytime to tease. The fat pink mushroomy tip of his cock notched at your hole, pushing in as your cunt stretched to take all of his hardened length.

With your lack of patience, you took his cock with little to no struggle, usually there would be a struggle, but you slid down. Sitting on every inch of that thick girth. He mewled weakly at the feeling, the muffled sound vibrating against the cotton in his mouth.

Then came your interrogatory questions.

"Ignored me yesterday? huhh asshole." Your eyes sharp and locking onto his bright blues with anger in them.

His face screwed up, maybe a little annoyed that you called him "asshole". He groaned, shifting on the bed a little, trying to adjust himself more comfortably.

"aah- i didnft, bahbe." Muffled and unclear, his words came out. You didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips into a pout at his feeble attempt at explaining himself. And just grinded down on his cock. "Yeah, you ignored me, Toru." You said again firmly. "Saw my messages and didn't even send a text back."

He looked at you like he was in pain and he tried to talk again, but the panties muffled his voice. You reached two fingers in and tugged them out of his mouth. Finally able to speak properly now, he said "No babe, I didn't! I was studying... for that calc test, remember."

He sounded so pathetic, your pussy squeezing him nicely, around every vein of his trobbing length. You frowned, hands planted firmly on his chest, now.

"Is some test more important than me, your girlfriend?"

Fuck no. He screamed silently in his mind. How could a test ever be more important than his girlfriend's perfect pussy swallowing his cock right now he thought. "Hm toru?" You huffed again, breaking his attention, rocking down on his cock for emphasis.

"Fuck no babe" he blurted out. "Nothing's never more important than you, ever"

That response earned him your fingers digging into his shoulder, you lifted up and then took all of his cock again in one smooth drop. His hands flew to your waist now, he wanted to thrust up into your puffy cunt, drive his cock in deeper. Hoping to fuck into your tight gummy walls.

You saw that pleading look on his face. His eyes glassed over with need, you were still annoyed, so you shoved your panties back into his mouth before he could repeat another desperate, 'sorry'. You were gonna use him good, cause he didn't deserve to speak freely right now.

Your hips rolled slow at first,savouring the way his thickness split you open. Every ridge dragging along your walls and you could feel him throbbing inside you. Hot and heavy. His muffled whines pushing the fabric between his teeth. His fingers dug into your waist, but he didn't dare take control. Not when you had that fire in your eyes.

You leaned forward. bracing your hands on his chest again. your nails scratching lightly over his skin. you started bouncing, proper on him. The wet slap of your bodies filling his dorm room, each drop of your hips, took him to the hilt. Your cunt fluttering around him, squeezing like you wanted to milk him dry.

"You think studying is an excuse, Toru?" You asked between breaths. your voice low and sweet but edged with that annoyance. "I sat there waiting for one little text. And you left me on delivered."

He shook his head fast, Eyes wide and desperate, the panties kept him from forming real words. Only desperate sounds escaped. "mmph-haah-please."

You smiled at that, Mean and pretty. Then, you reached back and grabbed his balls gently. Rolling them in your palm while you kept riding him hard. his thighs trembled under you, cock twitching violently inside your heat. You knew he was close already, always your sensitive, pretty boy.

But you weren't done.

you slowed down again, grinding in circles. Letting his tip kiss that spot deep inside you that made your toes curl. Your own pleasure built slow and hot, moaning softly. Letting him hear how good he felt even when he had been bad.

"My perfect boyfriend can't even spare thirty seconds for me?" You cooed, tugging the panties out once more so you could hear his answer.

"I'm sorry, babe. i swear i didn't mean to," He gasped out immediately, voice wrecked. "Was buried in books and lost track of time. Your messages... fuck i saw them later and felt like shit."

You clicked your tongue, shoved the panties back in. "Too late for sorrys now, Toru."

You rode him faster, chasing your own high. Clit rubbing against his pelvis with every grind, pleasure sparking up your spine. His hands slid up your sides. Thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through your shirt. You let him because it felt good. Because even when you were punishing him, you still craved his touch.

His muffled cries grew louder, hips jerking up to meet you despite trying to stay still. you could feel him swelling inside you. So close, and you clenched around him on purpose, tight and rhythmic.

"You're gonna cum inside me," You told him, voice firm. "And you're gonna thank me for it after."

He nodded frantically, tears of overstimulation gathering at the corners of his eyes. You lifted up almost all the way, then slammed back down. Once. Twice. Three times, then your orgasm crashed over you first, walls pulsing hard around his cock. Soaking him with your release, crying out his name, sharp and sweet.

That pushed him over. He came with a broken whine. Thick ropes of cum flooding your cunt and spilling deep while your body milked every drop. His whole frame shook under you. big hands gripping your waist like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

You stayed seated on him for a long moment, catching your breath. Feeling the mess between you, his cum leaking out around his cock where you were still joined.

Finally, you pulled the panties from his mouth and tossed them aside. You leaned down and kissed him slow. Tasting the faint trace of yourself on his tongue. He kissed back eagerly, desperate and loving.

"Don't ignore me again Satoru," You whispered against his lips.

"Never again, babe," He promised, voice hoarse, his arms wrapping around you tight. "You're more important than anything. Always."

You smiled soft now. The annoyance melted into warmth and rocked your hips once more, lazily and affectionate. Feeling him twitch inside you even after he had finished.

The night was still young and you had plenty more ways to remind him exactly who always came first in his world.

Art by:@!albdgreen

“hey, pete, what’s goin’ on?”

“have you heard anything about—“ peter pauses when he hears a muffled whimper over the line “what was that?”

“don’t worry about it.” frank gruffs, fingers hitting the back of your throat as he fixes you with a warning look, though the corners of his mouth threaten to twitch up in a smirk. “have i heard anything about what?”

he listens as peter talks n you still your hips in an attempt to stay quiet but frank covers the speaker and growls “i didn’t tell you to stop.”

once he finally hangs up (“I never heard’a that, kid. Better ask your other superhero buddies.”) he grips your chin, fingers hooked on your lower teeth, and bobbles your head. “Can’t stay quiet for one minute, can you?”

“N-no, sir,” you garble around his fingers, “not when—“

“Not when what?” He rasps, voice lilting higher to movk your whiny tone. “Not when my fat dick’s stuffed in your pussy? Huh?” He bounces his legs, making his cock jostle inside you and cute little grunts escape your throat. “Not when you’re riding me like a bat outta hell?”

“B-both” you stutter out

warnings 18+, smut, piv, exhibitionism, risk of getting caught | wc. 580

frank’s rough and and calloused hands grip your hips so tight he’s probably leaving little red marks, pulling you flush against him. "missed this," he growls, his voice a low rumble against your throat. he hasn’t shaved in two days so his stubble scrape your skin as he mouths a trail up to your ear. "missed you."

oh you know peter's in the next room, probably hunched over his laptop, but frank doesn't seem to give a fuck or maybe he does. his fingers work their way under your shirt, tracing the waistband of your jeans before popping the button open.

"frank," you breathe out, a half-hearted protest. "peter's..."

"then you better be quiet, baby," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "you don't want him to hear you, do you?"

he doesn't wait for an answer, just walks you backward into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. his shirt is off in one fluid motion, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the scattered scars you've traced with your tongue a hundred times. he strips you until you’re fully naked, his hands knowing every curve of your body.

he pushes you onto the bed, following you down. his mouth is on yours, hungry and so demanding, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other traces the line of your thigh, higher and higher until his fingers find your pussy, wet and ready.

"soaked already," he grunts against your lips. "all this for me?" his thumb circles your clit, a deliberate torture that has your hips bucking up to meet his hand. "or you thinking about our guest in the other room?"

you shake your head, but a whimper escapes your lips as he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right. he works you open, scissoring his fingers, stretching you, preparing you for what's to come. his mouth finds your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before soothing it with his tongue.

"frank, please," you gasp, arching into his touch.

"please what, baby? use your words."

you can't form a coherent response as he withdraws his fingers, positioning himself between your legs. he runs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing, coating himself in your arousal before pressing against your entrance.

he pushes in slowly, letting you feel every thick inch as he stretches you open. the burn is a mix of pleasure and pain as he fills you completely. when he's fully seated, he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust before pulling out almost completely and thrusting back in. you can't help the loud moan that escapes your lips. frank immediately covers your mouth with his hand, his eyes dark with warning.

"shhh," he commands, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. "what did i tell you about being quiet?"

but you really can't help it—every thrust draws another sound from your throat, muffled by his palm. when a particularly loud whimper escapes, frank's eyes narrow. "dirty girl," he grunts, pushing your head into the pillow with his other hand. "getting off on the thought of peter hearing us, aren't you? you want him to know what we're doing in here?"

you shake your head, but your body betrays you, clenching around him at his words. frank chuckles darkly. "liar. should we invite him next time? let him watch how you fall apart when i'm inside you? maybe that's what you really want."

his words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and despite yourself, you moan louder against his hand. he adjusts his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, and you see stars behind your closed eyes. the sounds of skin against skin fill the room, mixed with your muffled cries and frank's grunts. just as you're reaching your peak, a knock sounds at the bedroom door.

"hey—everything okay in there?" peter's voice calls through the wood. "i heard... noises."

frank doesn't stop, if anything, his hips snap harder. he’s smirking down at you as he whispers, "answer him. be a good girl and tell your friend you're fine."

you try, you really do. you attempt to form the words but all that comes out is a muffled, high-pitched keen as he grinds his hips, the coarse hair at his base rubbing against your sensitive clit. the sound is pathetic and utterly betraying.

frank's smile is sharp against your skin. he chuckles, a sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. "yeah, he's not buying that.” he shifts his weight, grabbing your thigh and hitching it higher on his hip, changing the angle. the new position has him impossibly deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

"one more chance," frank says, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "or i'll open the door myself and show him exactly why you can't speak right now."

"we're fine!" you manage to call out.

frank stills for a fraction of a second, a mocking chuckle rumbling in his chest as he feels your walls pulse around him. he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze amused. "oh, you liked that, didn't you?" he murmurs, his voice low. "almost got caught. got your little pussy all tight around me."

there's a beat of silence from the other side of the door.

"oh. okay," peter says, his voice suddenly little awkward. "sorry to bother you."

you hear his footsteps retreat, the floorboards creaking as he walks away down the hall. the moment he's gone, frank's smirk widens. "so responsive," he growls, his hips starting to move again, slower this time, more deliberate. "getting off on almost getting caught. what a dirty girl you are."

he picks up the pace again, his thrusts becoming harder. frank's hand moves from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing tight circles, pushing you closer to the edge.

"that's it, baby," he growls, his voice strained with effort. "let go."

your body arches, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you. your walls clamp down around him, a rhythmic pulsing that you can't control. your body shakes, waves of pleasure so intense they border on pain.

"fuck," frank groans, feeling you spasm around him. he buries his face in your neck, his own rhythm becoming erratic, his thrusts shallow and fast. with a guttural groan, he follows you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you. he collapses on top of you, his heavy weight pinning you to the mattress, both of you panting and slick with sweat.

"next time," frank murmurs against your skin after a moment. "we invite him to watch or to join us."

One of Franks favorite things in the whole world is your giggle. When you get all shy and embarrassed and giddy and bashful and he calls you out on it, every single time, you’ll hide your face and giggle your sweet little giggle.

You’d do it now, if he were to wake you up, but that’s the last thing he’d ever think of doing. Your eyes blink open anyways, though, and he watches you rub them with a sleepy little groan. Your breath hitches and your head turns when his big fingers push your messy hair off your forehead.

“Mornin’ pretty girl,”

You smile, bashful and still half asleep, while you wrap around his bare chest. He’s always so warm, and his heartbeat pumping in your ear has you lulling back to sleep.

“Tired?” His voice murmurs, while he drags a paw over your cheek. You nod against him, snuggling closer. “Yeah, baby? I tire you out, huh?”

There it is.

You whine his name, covered by giggles, while stuffing your face into the crevice between his arm and stomach, embarrassed like he hasn’t had you worn out and out of breath, laying in bed with legs you didn’t know could shake that much.

“Oh,” He laughs, grinning down at you. “Ain’t gotta be embarrassed. Just me, just your man.”

His hands cup your head and pry you out of hiding.

“Just your Frankie.” Then, just to see you flush again, while his fingers hold your jaw and sweep over your face, he adds, quiet and soft, “Look so pretty all flushed, no reason to hide fr’m me. Think I had you lookin’ a lot worse for wear last night, this ain’t nothin’ to be blushin’ ‘bout.”

“Frank!” You repeat, rolling over to the other side of the bed while your hands cover your face and the smile that you can’t force away.

“Baby,” He chases after you, chastising you with puppy-dog eyes and an ear-to-ear grin. “C’mon,”

“You’re dirty, Frank,” You let him push you back against his side anyways.

“Oh, am I? Am I, my dirty girl?” He’s murmuring down at you, holding you close and tight enough that there’s no where else to hide. “Gets so shy, like she ain’t just as nasty, my sweet, dirty baby.”

“Frank,” You whine once more, quieter, and maybe just a little bit needy. It’s his fault; he can’t talk like that and expect nothing! He grins again, delivering a swift and forceful kiss to your lips.

“There she is,” He pulls back, holding you against his chest. “My girl already wantin’ some more from me?”

(NSFW & SFW | MASTERLIST)

⊹ Finds it unbearably sexy when you clean out your designer purse and out spills two pocket knives, three cans of mace, a handgun… along with tampons, lipgloss, a cherry-charm keychain… aaaaand two magnum condoms he currently is at a loss of words for.

“Christ, sweetheart, hidin’ an AK in there too?”

“It’s called protection, Frankie,” your sweetest smile. “It’s smart. You taught me all about that, remember?”

⊹ Isn’t opposed to bending you over his knee—boots on—to spank your ass

⊹ Has zero shame in buying you whatever feminine products you need. Wipes, pads, tampons, wash, doesn’t matter. He isn’t afraid to load up a basket and let the world see.

⊹ You never hear it, you’ve never seen it, but he has mantras/affirmations he’ll say in the front of the mirror once a day. Bits of blunt words to try to convince himself he’s worthy of you.

⊹ He hates when you patch him up, but can’t seem to stay away. Hates it because of how much he fucking craves it. Your touch is salvation. Your love is redemption. When he shows up bloody and beaten, there’s relief in knowing you’ll mend him. He doesn’t wanna be fixed. He wants whatever this is.

⊹ Loves you in lingerie. Pink, red and black being his favorite. Loves you more when you wearing his clothes. It triggers something primal and possessive in his brain.

⊹ Heels. The man loves heels. High heels. Kitten heels. Peep toe pumps. Boots with heels. Whatever. Ain’t picky. Just loves ‘em.

⊹ He’s a terrible texter, but he adores your messages. Keeps every single one.

⊹ Has a love-hate relationship with nudes. Loves getting them. Hates how easily compromised phones are, inadvertently exposing yourself to only god knows who. People like fuckin’ Micro without any decency.

⊹ Prefers to pin you down rather than tie you up.

⊹ Would be in awe if you gave him a lap dance in private, in the safety of your home.

⊹ Fucks more desperately after an opps. Intensely focused completely on you. Could go on for hours. Multiple orgasms or edging, whatever it leads to, but that man’s not leaving until every inch of you is thoroughly worshipped for simply existing in the world.

⊹ Loves reading to you in the lamplight. A slow, low rumble to his voice. Your bed or the couch, doesn’t matter. As long as your head’s on his chest as he reads, he’s happy. One hand will scratch your head and comb through your hair, the other holding the book open.

⊹ You will have to pry his Irish Spring soap out of his cold, dead hands.

18+ -bratty! gojo x mean! reader x cuck! geto

Suguru loves two people more than anything - you, and Satoru Gojo.

You're his girlfriend, and Satoru is his best friend, but fuck if you and Gojo don't just constantly fight. Bickering like an old married couple, the more you stay over, the more you both argue, especially when you dipped into Satoru's Mochi stash.

Suguru thought he may just fucking lose it if the two of you don't start getting along, it's not like Satoru has ever asked him to leave you, no, it's more Satoru threatens to actually kill you. And your mean little ass gets off on it, giggling like a psycho every time you get him madder.

"You're such a little brat," Satoru grumbles today, looking at the expensive ass shirt you have on. "That's mine!?"

"It looks good on me," you tease, tapping Suguru's chin and leaning up to kiss him, your thighs and half your damn ass hanging out, making Satoru ache.

He can't stand you.

"You are trying to piss me off, Suguru tell her to fucking take it off," Suguru sighs then, tilting your chin up, smirking.

"Take it off, Princess."

"Thank you - ah!? Right here!?" You slip the shirt right off over your head, leaving you in just a pair of slutty lil boyshorts, smiling at Satoru as you toss it. "You're..."

"There, you have your shirt back," you sigh as Suguru cups your pretty tits in his hands, tugging your bqack against him, Satoru's cheeks flush a bright pink as his gaze trails to where he's gripping. "Is that better, Toru?"

"Don't call me that..." He's throbbing, leaking pre against his boxers, shirt crumpling up in his hand. "I can't stand you."

"I know," you moan when Suguru kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at Gojo. "Sugu..."

"Why don't you two try to get along?" He says, like he always does, but this time - it's just a little different.

"I'll never get along with your menace of a fucking girlfriend," Satoru crosses his arms, looking away, when Suguru's next words fuck him up.

"Why don't you let her make it up to you? You can, right Princess?" You gasp, looking back at him now, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "Why don't you use that perfect mouth, he clearly is tense."

Satoru says nothing - utterly dumbfounded as you, when you look into Gojo's dazed, lidded eyes. "He wouldn't want that."

"Yeah I wouldn't... um..." Suguru chuckles against your neck.

"I want you both to get along, but if you don't want her mouth on your cock, then-"

"Wait, wait!?"

tw: inexperienced & irresponsible choso, unprotected sex

✧˚ · . 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 is apologizing profusely as you beg him to pull out, the two of you panting and moaning into each other’s mouth. He has your hips in a bruising hold so you can’t squirm away, your own hands digging into his shoulders leaving tiny red indents behind.

your husband would never cheat on you, unless you give him permission...

cw: smut, phone sex (not with reader), unprotected sex, slight choking, masturbation, consensual cheating??, porn without plot, author's notes at the end. wc: 1,1k

toji fushiguro ✗ fem!reader

your arms are wrapped loosely around toji's neck, brows drawn into a deep frown of concentration as you ride him, fighting hard to swallow back the moans that keep threatening to give you away.

"yeah. what about next week?" toji repeats after the sickly sweet voice on the other side of the line, a lazy smirk curving his lips as you start grinding your hips instead of bouncing, hoping to soothe some of the pain in your legs. "you want the details, don't you? dirty girl."

he holds the phone an inch away from his face, just long enough to mouth 'she booked a hotel room' before pressing the receiver back to his ear.

"mhm. fine, since you're being so good…” he presses a silent kiss to your neck. “i'll make you feel good. rub that pretty little pussy nice and slow until you're begging me to stretch you out with my cock."

the girl asks — more like whines for more, causing toji to huff a mocking chuckle before he obliges, his hand stretching from your hip to rub your clit while he continues the sweet talk.

you clamp a hand over your mouth, muffling a moan just in time.

"i'm gonna kiss every inch of you. starting with those perfect fuckin' tits—" his thumb abandons your clit, palm sliding up to cup the soft weight of your breast and give it a firm, possessive squeeze. he pinches the hardened nipple before leaning down to seal his lips over it, your fingers digging into his shoulders when he pulls back just enough to switch sides - his mouth latching onto the other breast to repeat the motion.

you barely get the chance to recover before his hand slides further up, fingers wrapping around the front of your throat.

"...then I'll bury my face between your thighs. eat that pretty little pussy so fucking good, lick you clean until you forget every bastard that ever came before me. you'd like that, wouldn't you...?" he tries to remember her name but its useless, a regular pet name coming out awkwardly in last resort.

he blames the temporary memory loss on how thoroughly pussydrunk you have him right now.

he'd only given that girl his number a few weeks ago because she’d practically begged on her knees for it and honestly, he just wanted her out of his face. he'd tossed the scrap of paper with her contact info straight into the bin the second he walked out of the bar, your fingers laced securely in his. she'd been a total bitch anyway, deliberately cornering a married man the moment he was alone even though she saw the ring on his finger and knew you’d only stepped away to use the restroom.

"nah... my wife won't know." he smirks. “she's out of town.”

hearing him deny your very presence while he’s buried balls deep inside you makes your eyes roll back, a soft whine slipping out before you can stop it. toji releases your throat - lifting that same hand to press his index finger against his own lips in a silent shush.

your head falls back in bliss as you continue to ride him, careful to keep the rhythmic slap of skin against skin completely silent as one of your hands comes to grasp your breast, the other reaching back to brace itself on his thigh as he goes back to gently squeezing your throat.

“that's it. there you go, just like that. give it to me.” he murmurs. "touch yourself."

he guides you forward, drawing you in by your neck until your lips meet his. your fingers immediately take over where his left off earlier, working frantically just like he ordered. meanwhile toji tilts the phone away - making sure the wet, messy sounds of your mouths meeting and your muffled whimpers don't bleed through the microphone.

"good girl. doin' so good." he murmurs against your lips, just loud enough for you to hear. he's getting close, his stomach flexing every time you drop down on his lap, his cock twitching within you.

through the speaker, the girl's moans grow increasingly louder as she drinks in toji's words and rambles about how much better his fingers would feel, how his cock would fill her up so good. toji snorts and you bite back a smile, hiding your face in his neck.

"you close?" he asks and you nod, your vision starting to blur around the edges. the girl responds too, whining through the speaker.

"𝚏-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚢𝚎𝚜... 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎—"

"yeah? gonna fucking soak my dick for me, baby?" the question slips through his teeth, his brain completely short circuiting from the rhythmic twitching of your walls around his sensitive cock as you fuck yourself on him. the girl is too far gone to connect two and two together - too busy letting out pathetic little sobs as she makes herself come on her fingers.

hearing her finish sets you off, too. your fingers work frantically against your clit - jaw dropping and eyes rolling back in bliss while toji's hand drops to lock onto your hips, bracing himself as he begins to fuck into you - deep, frantic thrusts that bottom out inside you every time, your mixed fluids creating a slick, creamy ring around the base of his cock.

he's chasing his own release now, his jaw clenched tight while you ride out the last of your orgasm, squirming and convulsing silently on top of him, you pussy gripping him so tight his vision goes white.

"fuck! good girl, good fucking girl, take it all!" toji groans, making sure he’s as deep as physically possible as he comes, filling you up with warm, thick ropes of cum. he leans forward again, kissing you sloppily as the two of you come down from your highs, breaths mingling.

you hear some shuffling from the speaker, then the faint muffled sound of the poor girl's voice as she pants into the phone, still completely oblivious to what's really happening.

she starts speaking again, something about bringing toys, but toji cuts her off.

"mhh. havta' go." he sighs breathlessly, ending the call just like that and dropping the phone onto the bed.

“toji!” you gasp, your voice a mix of shock and amusement as you lean down to trail soft, teasing kisses along his neck. “that was mean.”

he grins.

“mean? you think that was mean?” he lifts a hand to hold your jaw, planting a fierce kiss to your lips. you watch as he picks the phone back up to unlock it, his thumb swiping left to open the camera.

“get on your knees,” he commands. “I’ll show you mean.”

࿐ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 ; 𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙉 𝙐𝙕𝙐𝙄. ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

cw: smut, size kink, oral sex (fem receiving), poly relationship (his wives are your wives 🤝)

an: not proofread bc I need beauty sleep...😴 | wc; 700

✧˚ · . Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma had reassured you endlessly before your first night with 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍. They promised he’d be gentle, that he’d make it feel good, and most importantly - that your pleasure would always come before his own.

But as Tengen shed his robes before you, tall and broad-shouldered with muscles carved like some greek God and his dick intimidatingly big between his thighs... your heartbeat began to go wild with nerves.

"Staring already?" he teased, voice carrying the same playful confidence of every day. He stepped closer then, cupping your chin and tilting your face up until his ruby eye met yours. "Don’t look so nervous. You know I don't bite."

𓂅 SENSITIVE ⋮ (NSFW)

PETER PARKER is so sensitive, especially when it comes to his organic web shooters.

thinking about running your finger across the vein of his forearm gently, watching the way his breath hitches and he visibly blushes, face a pretty pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

"is that okay?" you ask, voice impossibly soft and caring. your soothing tone only makes his dick twitch in his pants. :(

he hesitantly nods, squeezing his eyes shut at the pad of your thumb running over the barely noticeable flap the webs eject from. "feels-- shit-" he's trying not to get worked up, "feels weird– i-i dunno-" his voice cracks pathetically, leaning into your sweet touch despite himself.

he's not lying either, it's a sensation so strange, like nothing he could've imagined. seeing webs sputter from the slit disgusted him the first time he witnessed it, but it's different with you. how do you manage to make it feel so fucking good?

"s'okay, peter" you purr in that way that has him whining, "let me take care of you, yeah?" you rub slow, calculated circles on the flap, taking notice of the way he bucks his hips up, as if he needs release. "ohgod– s'good-- i- i like it" he chokes out, nodding his head feverishly and squirming impatiently on the mattress.

"oh yeah?" you challenge, curiously deciding to take it further. you start at the midway point of his inner arm, pressing down hard on the vein and dragging your finger up to the flap.

"oh fuck--!" he gasps, the sudden pressure has him humping the air mindlessly, chasing something that's not there. he's trying to be good, to control himself, but how the fuck is he supposed to do that when you're touching him like this?

his dick strains against his sweats as you increase pressure, skin hot under your thumb.

"waitwaitwait!" he cries out as your thumb nears the slit, so close to shooting out that sticky web, his cock so close to shooting out sticky release. "baby– m'sorry, just–" he pants, his heart beating a frantic rhythm, he's right on the edge. your hand pauses completely.

you glance at him, and he looks just gorgeous like this. his eyes are wide and glassy, lips bitten raw, and cheeks wet with a few tears, falling from just how perverted he feels. how is he able to get off from this? is he really that desperate?

"pete." your honey-smooth voice makes him go dumb, makes him nod along to anything you say, lets you do anything you want to him. "just... let me try this, okay?" you lean down to press a reverent kiss to his forehead, making him shudder.

without any warning, you quickly press down and drag your thumb across the vein, forcing a string of webs to shoot across the room.

peter immediately flinches, gasping and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "oh shit--!" he moans whorishly, his cock shooting out hot release directly after. he didn't think he could cum so quickly, especially in his boxers.

you watch in a daze as he rides out his orgasm, leftover webs bubbling up to the flap and pitifully dripping down his arm.

he glances down at his wrist, gagging at the sight of the white liquid. "god– that's so gross" he groans, arm moving to cover his face in disgust. his chest is still heaving, pink lips slightly parted.

"yeah well–" a giggle bubbles up in your chest, "you're the one who came from me touching it" you point out, moving to kiss his flushed cheek when he groans further in embarrassment.

he peeks out from under his arm, hesitating to speak. "maybe uh– we can do that again? like– not right now, obviously... but y'know–" he stutters, chuckling nervously.

he's such a dork, you think.

you lay down next to him, smiling at his hopeful expression when you nod your head, before speaking.

"only if you ask nicely"

©𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈

Your boyfriend cannot call you a slut without having a full mental breakdown. You make him do it anyway.

cw: NSFW. reluctant dirty talk, blowjob, throat fucking, cum swallowing, humor, fluff & smut.

cr: inkyck on ig

“You’re a fucking little—”

Satoru’s hand flew up to cover his face so fast his glasses nearly went flying. His ears were already red and the rest of him was rapidly catching up.

“Baby, I can’t.” The words came out muffled against his palm in a mortified groan.

Satoru Gojo — top of the physics department, future Nobel hopeful, the guy who still used highlighters color-coded by topic difficulty, and the softest, most hopelessly whipped boyfriend on campus — was currently having a full-blown crisis of character while the most popular girl in three different friend groups sucked his soul out through his dick.

You were on your knees between his spread legs on his dorm bed, lips still wet and shiny, looking up at him with the most devastatingly confident expression a person mid-blowjob could possibly manage. His hard cock rested against your lower lip, twitching traitorously every time you spoke.

You blinked slowly. Then you smiled that same smile that had half the campus wrapped around your finger.

“You can,” you said sweetly, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and bringing the flushed head right to your mouth. You dragged the tip slowly across your tongue, back and forth, tasting the precum that was already beading there. “You’re supposed to be the smartest guy in the whole physics department, Toru. You can manage to say some filth.”

Satoru peeked at you through his fingers. Those impossibly blue eyes were wide behind his slightly askew glasses, looking like a deer about to get absolutely wrecked.

“I— I can do equations in my head,” he muttered. “I cannot call my girlfriend a… a… that.”

His free hand hovered uselessly near your hair, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch but didn’t trust himself not to stroke it gently instead of yank.

“Come on.” You tilted your head so your hair spilled over one shoulder, then leaned in and slowly dragged the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip. “Grab it. Pull a little.”

He made a sound that was half moan, half dying animal. He finally settled his hand in your hair, but the grip was so careful it was basically a caress.

“Satoru.” You frowned at him.

“Fuck— okay, okay— you’re… you’re a very enthusiastic— No. You’re a fucking little—” he started again, determined this time, only for the rest of the sentence to die in a strangled noise when you took just the head into your mouth and sucked hard and slow, eyes locked on his. Your tongue worked under the tip, filthy and deliberate, while your hand stroked the rest of him, slick with spit. You didn’t go deeper. You just kept that tight, wet pressure on the most sensitive part and waited, challenging him to actually follow through.

“—shit. Shit. Baby— that’s not fair, you know I can’t think when you do that.”

You pulled off with a wet, filthy pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the flushed head of his cock. You rested your chin on his thigh and looked up at him with deliberate, teasing innocence. The kind of look that belonged to someone who knew exactly how good she looked on her knees in a university dorm room, while her boyfriend—the same boyfriend who still got flustered when you sat on his lap—tried desperately not to combust.

“Hair,” you reminded him gently, reaching up to guide his other hand to the back of your head. “And throat. And dirty talk. You promised you’d actually try tonight. Not just panic and call me an angel again.”

“I’m trying, baby, I promise,” he said weakly. His fingers threaded carefully through your hair, more petting than gripping, like he was stroking a particularly beloved cat instead of preparing to fuck your face. The contrast between the careful touch and the way his cock was now fully hard, flushed, and shiny with your spit was almost comical.

“That’s not trying, Satoru,” you said, voice already a little rough. “That’s petting me like I’m some cute plushie. I asked you to grab my hair and fuck my throat. So either do it, or I’m going to keep teasing you until you actually snap.”

“Fuck—fuck, okay—” He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling under his sweater. “You’re such a—such a good girl, taking me so deep, Christ—wait, that’s soft again. You’re a—you’re a filthy little thing who likes choking on my cock. Is that better? Did that sound okay? It felt weird coming out of my mouth.”

You hummed encouragingly and took him deeper until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat. His breath hitched into a high, broken sound that was pure Satoru. His fingers tightened in your hair for half a second — real pressure, real grip.

He groaned.

“You’re so good for me. My good girl. You could have anyone and still you’re here, choking on the nerd’s dick. Fuck. That sounded possessive. Is possessive allowed? I feel like possessive is allowed.”

You nodded, sucking him harder.

“Fuck—baby—fuck—” His voice cracked again. “You’re so good. So fucking good for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a fucking little—slut.”

The second the words left him you moaned around him. Low and real, the vibration going straight through his dick. Your eyes fluttered for a second and you took him deeper on purpose, throat relaxing around the head like you were rewarding him for finally saying it.

Satoru made a broken sound, hips jerking once before he could stop them.

“Oh— fuck— you liked that?” His voice cracked. His fingers finally tightened properly in your hair, not careful anymore. “You— you actually liked that. Shit. Okay. Okay.”

He started moving your head himself.

Not hard at first — still a little hesitant, still clearly fighting himself — but deeper. Steady. Using the grip on your hair to pull you down until your nose brushed his stomach, then letting you up just enough to breathe before doing it again. Every time the head of his cock dragged over the back of your throat you moaned around him, wet and low, and the sound made his hips jerk harder than he meant to.

“Fuck— look at you,” he breathed, voice rough and almost disbelieving. “The same girl everyone stares at in the dining hall and you’re on your knees taking my cock like a fucking slut. Made for this. Made to choke on me.”

You moaned again, louder this time, eyes watering as he pushed deeper. Spit ran down your chin in thick strings. Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Satoru’s breathing was getting messier by the second.

“You like it when I say that, don’t you?” He thrust a little harder, still not fully rough but no longer careful. “You like being my filthy little thing. Looking up at me with those eyes while I use your throat. Fuck— you’re so wet for this, aren’t you? I can tell. You’re dripping just from having my cock in your mouth.”

You couldn’t answer with words, so you did the next best thing.

Your hand slid down between your legs, under your skirt, and you touched yourself right there on your knees with his dick buried in your throat. The second your fingers found your clit you moaned hard around him — open, desperate, the vibration going straight through his cock — and Satoru completely lost it.

“Oh my god— are you— are you touching yourself?” His voice cracked into something high and wrecked. His grip tightened in your hair and his hips started moving properly now, short, deep thrusts that made wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out. “You’re touching yourself while I fuck your throat. Jesus Christ. You’re such a dirty fucking slut. My dirty cockslut. Taking it so well and getting yourself off on it—”

He was babbling now, half dirty talk, half overwhelmed genius who couldn’t process how hot this was. His thrusts got faster, less controlled. You kept rubbing yourself in time with him, fingers slick, moaning every time he pushed deep enough to make you gag.

“Fuck— fuck, baby, I’m— I can’t—” Satoru’s rhythm stuttered hard. “You’re gonna make me come. You’re touching yourself and moaning around my cock and I can’t— shit—”

He shoved deep one last time and held you there, cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came down your throat with a broken, high sound that was pure Satoru. Thick pulses of come that you swallowed around him while your own orgasm hit almost at the same time — sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a long muffled moan vibrating around his cock while you kept rubbing yourself through it.

Satoru finally loosened his grip like he’d just woken up from a fever dream. He pulled you off gently, hands shaking, and stared down at you with completely ruined blue eyes — glasses fogged, face scarlet, sweater still on, looking like he’d committed a crime against physics itself.

You licked your lips, still catching your breath, fingers still between your legs.

“…I can’t believe I just did that” he whispered, voice completely gone.

You smiled up at him, wrecked and satisfied.

“You did perfect, Toru.”

He covered his face with both hands and groaned like he was dying.

“I’m never recovering from this. I said ‘slut’ three times,” he whispered, sounding both horrified and oddly proud. “And ‘cockslut.’ And I held you down. I actually held you down on my dick and said filthy things.”

You grinned, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You did. And it was hot.”

“It felt illegal. Like I was violating some fundamental law of the universe.”

“It was requested,” you reminded him. “And you’re getting better. Next time maybe we’ll get past the panic phase faster.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with the same careful fingers that had just held you down on his cock.

“I still like calling you baby better” he admitted, voice dropping into that warm, private register that always made your chest ache.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “I know. But I like choking on your cock while you call me a slut.”

Satoru made a wounded noise and buried his face in your neck.

“You’re actually going to kill your soft, nerdy, hopelessly awkward boyfriend with pure filth.”

“That’s the plan,” you said cheerfully, carding your fingers through his ridiculous white hair. “Death by blowjob and slow corruption. Very on-brand for the physics genius who still blushes when I sit on his lap in the library.”

He groaned into your skin, but you could feel him smiling.

“Next time I’ll do better. I promise.”

You believed him.

Even if “better” still sounded a lot like love.

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