lonely freshmen who wants to blow off steam

synopsis: you meet toji at the club and get into a messy situation (part two of “cowboy.”)

contents: bathroom fucking, mention of (princess, doll, and cowgirl)

Thinking about a very fucked up priest that becomes obsessed with me. His precious little thing that God sent to him. Every prayer and thought turns out to be about me. Not in ways be should be thinking about either.

Until finally we happen to be alone. He's convinced himself that I am a gift for him to take. That whatever he does as long as it's with me is excused. That's why he's pushed my dress up and dropped my panties to my ankles. Has me bent/pinned over the podium. Pressed against me as he keeps pushing deeper. I'm begging God while he's thanking him. Panting and moaning into my ear as he covers my mouth. My hands grip the edge of the podium for dear life and I swear with every thrust my feet slightly leave the floor.

Kisses my skin as he keeps fucking me from behind. He was given this lovely opportunity and he had to take it. Whispers into my ear how this is all gods plan for us. Tells me all his delusional ideas about how and why it's okay. Focuses on listening to my muffled cries. He wishes to hear me perfectly but he can't risk that. His little followers wouldn't understand that this is God's plan for me.

MUZAN & UPPER MOONS fucking you in public

characters featured: Muzan, Douma, Akaza, Kokushibo, Gyutaro Warnings: semi-public s*x, female reader, creampies, filth, language DEMON SLAYER MASTERLIST

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 Muzan fucks you like you were created for no other purpose than to sate his pleasure - and he makes damn sure you never forget it. 

In the velvet-draped gallery of the theatre, his hand slips beneath your dress before the first act even begins. His fingers are cold and merciless, tugging your panties aside and sinking into your pussy without hesitation. The demon king finger-fucks you until you’re trembling. Pearly-white juices seep out of your pussy, making the cushion beneath you darken with dampness. Muzan’s lips brush the shell of your ear, voice silken and cruel all at once, “Stay quiet. Do you want them to hear what a whore you are for the world's wealthiest demon?”

By the next act, you’re already astride him, straddling his lap on the narrow seat. The hem of your dress is shoved high, bunched up against your stomach, leaving your white garters and stockings gleaming in the low light. You hardly have time to breathe before the hiss of fabric and the snap of a button announce the opening of his fly. Muzan doesn’t bother with tenderness - the rock-hard head of his cock nudges between your labia and pushes deep, splitting you apart by degrees until you’re full to the brim of his manhood demonhood.

“Pathetic,” he sneers, his hands bruising your hips as he begins to drive into you. The tempo is merciless from the beginning. It gets faster and harder though, until every thrust rips a strangled sound from your throat. The thick vein beneath his shaft drags over every sweet spot inside your needy cunt, each roll of his hips pulling you closer to breaking right here and right now, in his arms.

Below, the orchestra swells - violins rising, horns blooming in elegant unison - while Muzan clamps a hand over your mouth to silence your desperate gasps. His breath tickles the edge of your jaw, smooth as velvet and sharp as poison at the same time. “You hear that?” Kibutsuji whispers, “They believe this stupid spectacle to be the height of beauty. But I know better. The true performance is here. Your body breaking for the demon king while those mere humans sit beyond the curtain, enjoying what they call art.”

His nails dig into your waist as he lifts and drops you onto his cock, guiding you like a marionette. You shudder and arch into him despite yourself, trembling with every snap of his hips as your back rests against his chest.

Kibutsuji licks his fingers and puts them on your labia, spreading your lips and rubbing them up and down, occasionally spanking your clitoris.

Muzan only smiles, dark and joyless, watching you crumble as his cock splits you open again and again and again until he cums deep inside you, painting your velvety walls white with his seed. “That’s it,” he growls, his lips almost tender at the column of your neck as he keeps on fucking you deep, even after cumming inside you just a moment ago. “Break for me again, doll. You were made for nothing else.”

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀 The temple is still full of his worshippers cleaning after the latest mass when Douma pulls you away, his pale fingers lacing with yours. This is just another one of his whims. 

His laughter sparkles through the altar chamber, sweet and crystalline, while he presses you to a marble pillar. His lips brush over the column of your throat, tongue flicking where your pulse jumps the fastest. “So sensitive already,” he croons, delight dripping from his voice. “How precious. You’re like a little bell, my lotus petal - one touch, and you ring just for me.” His smile is wide, but when his mouth claims yours, the kiss is unhurried, almost tender, his tongue stroking yours as though he wants to taste every breath you give him.

Moments later you’re completely naked and sprawled across the temple altar, legs parted for the Upper Two, your skin lit golden by the lanterns hanging at the ceiling. He kneels between your thighs, fumbling at his hakama with boyish impatience, cock already flushed and straining the material of his pants. “Ahh, look at this,” he sighs as he frees his cock and guides it into your slick, pinkish pussy. “All I needed was a glance, a kiss, and now I’m hard enough to burst. You must be a little succubus, hmmm? Sent here to ruin me.” His giggle bubbles up as his hips snap forward, burying him inside until your walls flutter around him. Your head rolls back and you gasp at the sensation.

The chants of his disciples echo from the next chamber like background music for his sin. 

Douma throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, sweet lotus! If only they knew what their god was really doing, what he has his hands full of.” His thumb strokes your cheek affectionately as he leans down to kiss you while he pounds his cock into you, rainbow eyes glittering with lust.

Your hands grasp his forearms tightly as your eyes meet his. Shallow gasps, quiet moans and his name escape your slightly parted lips, the signs of the overwhelming pleasure swallowing you whole.

He presses his palm over your mouth and nose when your moans grow louder, watching your lashes flutter with oxygen-starved desperation. “There, there, my doll,” Douma soothes, though his hips don’t slow. “Be good for me and I’ll let you breathe. Wrap those legs around me, yes, just like that, so my cock can kiss your cervix! Don’t you love me enough to risk dying on my cock?”

When you sob that you can’t take more, your pussy swollen and red from the hard sex, he only hums and proceeds to fuck you even harder. “See? You said you couldn’t take it anymore, but your pussy’s still sucking me in! Such a greedy doll you are, Y/N.”

The moment your cunt clamps down around Douma’s dick, fluttering tight in desperate climax, he spills instantly inside you, groaning in sheer bliss as your spasms milk his dick dry. Douma’s grin softens when he sees your face: mouth parted, eyes glazed, chest rising fast. “Ahhh, look at you. My lotus. My little masterpiece! You’re such a good girl! You’re making me so proud!” He pulls out with a wet squelch. Douma’s eyes glitter as he watches the mess of his seed leak from you, thick and white, slipping down your folds.

“My pretty doll looks even prettier glazed in white,” he coos as his fingers smear the mess over your clit, circling it slowly until you twitch. He licks his thumb and index finger clean and beams down at you. “Don’t wipe it away. I want my little lotus to wear me all day long.”

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀 Akaza has you pinned against the shrine gate, moonlight striking his tattooed skin like paint on a war god. The red torii creaks with every violent slam of his hips, your body bent against the wooden beam as he takes you without pause. His fists dig bruises into your waist, growls tearing through the silence of the moonlit garth.

“Don’t look away,” Upper Three snarls, yanking your head up by your hair, forcing your eyes to meet the blaze of his yellow irises. His thrusts are relentless, brutal, the gate rattling beneath his strength. “I said look at me. Watch the man who’s breaking you.”

Every snap of his narrow hips rips cries from your throat, but he devours them in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, tongue claiming yours until you taste the sharp tang of copper where his canines split your lower lip. His hand drops to your throat, squeezing it - not enough to choke, just enough to remind you who owns you. “You’re strong,” he growls against your lips, his breath hot, “But not stronger than me. I’ll pound you into the earth until your body only remembers the shape of my cock carved in your pussy.”

His rhythm of his thrusts is savage, punishing. 

Then you both hear it - voices. The shuffle of sandals, low murmurs as worshippers finish their vigil. 

Akaza slows his pushes, hips dragging deep and slow instead of frantic. His lips peel back in a snarl, fangs flashing as he whispers, “Filthy weaklings. I’d love to smash their heads like fruit but you…” His thrusts slow down and he drags his dick out of your wetness until only his cockhead stays in your pussy, “... You keep me busy like no one else.”

The voices fade, footsteps carrying the humans away, leaving only the pounding of your heart and the sharp creak of the gate. Akaza picks up pace again, rutting into you like a dog in heat, his head rolling back until the moment his whole body tenses. He buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he spills hot inside you, forehead pressing to your nape, his voice breaking into a softer tone, “You’re my only weakness.”

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎 Your bedroom is dimly lit by the faint glow of the moon spilling through the curtains, the shadows stretching across your cozy bed. 

Kokushibo’s six eyes glint in the darkness as they drink in every detail of your trembling curves beneath him. Each thrust from behind makes your body shudder, his heavy balls slapping wetly against your cunt as he pins you to the mattress. “You are such a disgrace to your family,” he rasps, centuries of disdain curling around his words, “And yet absolutely exquisite in your shame.” His massive hand twists your wrists behind your back, lifting them slightly so your spine arches perfectly for his pleasure.

You gasp, knees trembling against the soft sheets, and Kokushibo chuckles low and dark, the brush of his teeth along your ear making you whine quietly. “Just like that. Scream for me, woman,” he utters, voice velvet and cruel, vibrating deep from within his muscular chest.

The demon chuckles suddenly, and your pulse quickens. “Your parents, in the next room, asleep, oblivious that their precious little girl lets a demon ruin her insides. Let them stay unaware, my little, pathetic piece of meat.”

You tremble, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through your entire being - partly from the thrill of being so exposed to Kokushibo, and partly from the thought that someone from your relatives could walk in on you being fucked by a demon.

A flicker of courage rises in your chest, and you tilt your head back just enough to meet his gaze, voice trembling yet daring as you speak, “I… I’m not just a piece of meat, am I?” You bite your lower lip, breath hitching in the quiet room as you curl hands in fists, tugging onto your sheets. “Because your cock wouldn’t swell so fast inside me if I were.”

His free hand hovers over your hip, and you feel him throb inside you, twitching against your slick heat. Then he pounds harder, deliberate and punishing, every thrust sending shivers through your body as he pushes so deep inside your dripping pussy that he takes your breath away. A low, dark laugh rumbles from his throat, “Perhaps not,” he states. “I’ll give you that, mortal.”

You shiver beneath him, caught between fear and lust, wetness pooling thick and hot between your thighs, dripping down even as he fills you completely with his massive dick.

This is not the first time he has claimed you. For nearly a month, he has come to your bed night after night. The first time, fear coils in your chest - you were certain he would devour you as any demon would - but when you satisfied his primal, male needs, he spared your life. Since then, he has returned without fail, marking you, claiming you, and leaving you aching long after he vanishes, slipping away before the sun can catch him.

“Yes, take it all,” Kokushibo coos between brutal thrusts. “My little morsel, shivering and leaking for me. Only I get to claim you, ever.”

As his climax nears, he releases your wrists, letting your exhausted body slump against the sheets. Yet even then, he does not let go, large hand gripping your nape, pressing your head firmly toward the mattress as he bends you to his pleasure. When he finally comes, and when a low growl escapes his lips, sharp spanks mark your ass, each leaving a red handprint of Kokushibo’s palm. He watches with dark amusement as your flesh jiggles beneath every spank he delivers.

Slowly, he pulls out, flipping you onto your back and spreading your thighs to admire your reddened, slick pussy, still leaking his seed. “Do not think I am done with you yet,” he growls, voice low and possessive.

Before the fog of overstimulation swallows you whole, the last thing you feel is the tip of his massive cock pressing back into your ruined, quivering pussy once more, and you know that tonight he will claim you completely again and again and again, with the house and its residents oblivious to your debauchery.

𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 The alley reeks of blood and rot, lanterns flickering weakly against the damp stones. 

Gyutaro has you pinned against the brick wall, the shadows of the Red Light District shimmering above your heads, your dress shoved high above your hips, revealing the soft skin of your thighs, abdomen and pubis. His wiry body leans over yours, every jagged, vicious thrust tearing your pussy open, marking you as his. “Hahhh! Yeeaaaah,” he croaks, drool glinting at the corner of his mouth. “You dirty little thing, lettin’ me use you out here, where anyone could see. My perfect little whore.”

His nails dig into your waist and the back of your thighs. Every thrust drives you harder against the wall, his narrow hips forcing your legs to curl around him, splitting you wide and filling you so completely that you whimper helplessly.

“Say it,” he hisses, voice hoarse, “Say you love bein’ ruined by me.”

You tremble under him, heat pooling thick between your thighs, your pussy slick and aching. “Y-yes!”

He leans close, teeth brushing your shoulder, and a guttural, broken laugh rumbles from him, “That’s it. Such a good little pet for me,” he praises. “Mine, all fucking mine.”

Passersby laugh in the distance, and a group of drunk men finish their sake in the alley next door. You clamp your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle your desperate cries, but Gyutaro peels your hands away with a rough tug. “No, no, no. I wanna hear all of it,” he growls into your ear, “Every filthy, needy sound you make as my cock splits open that pathetic, whorish, little cunt of yours.”

As your pussy grows slicker, dripping and trembling with need, signaling that your climax is close, Gyutaro can’t hold back any longer. He slams his long cock deep into your cunny, pressing your body fully against the cold wall. His crooked hands find the décolletage of your dress and tear it roughly apart, freeing your breasts to spill into his grasp.

Without hesitation, his mouth wraps around one of your hardened nipples, teeth grazing lightly as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, teasing and torturing every nerve. His hips jerk violently against yours, each short, erratic thrust driving straight to the tip of your nerve endings, humping you with animalistic desperation.

Your cunt clamps around him violently, and he moans, letting his dead seed spill into you, thick and hot, filling you to the brim. His long hands cradle your body, holding you close. “You’re mine now,” he snarls, his cock swelling and pulsing inside of you, painting your inner walls with his semen again and again. “Yeah, just like that, my little pet, take it all.” He doesn’t pull out, letting it coat every inch of your walls, the damp coldness clinging to you.

“Ruined, just like me. That’s how I like you the most,” Gyutaro coos, stealing a kiss from your lips.

Thinking about nerdy yandere who is more than willing to help you study for your next exam. You invite him over since you think he’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, his shy demeanor and nerdy interests don’t faze you at all.

What you don’t expect is how easily his patience snaps.

“Please, try to at least follow what I’m saying — are you even listening?”

Now he’s inside of you, trying to at least get you to do something right.

“That’s wrong,” he grunts, slowing his pace and abandoning your pussy as you whimper and tremble in need. “Come on, baby, just like I taught you.”

You grind yourself against him, mind foggy from how many times he’s denied your orgasm when you didn’t know the answer to his stupid questions.

As you stutter out the answer he’s waiting for, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat and igniting a burning ache in your tummy, the pool of arousal beneath you only growing.

And without warning, you feel his throbbing dick pumping back into you, filling you up perfectly as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His sweaty body slaps against your own, combined with his loud moans, filling the room with the lewdest and most erotic sounds you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Tell me what you need. Tell me you need me, that you won’t ever need another man because I can make you feel so good. Ugh, f-fuck!”

His voice cracks as his eyes roll back, forehead glistening with sweat. He feels your cunt clench around him as you come undone under him, body shivering, waiting for him to cum too.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling his own orgasm approaching at the sight of you completely disheveled.

You’re already overstimulated by the time he thrusts deep inside of you for the last time.

You can’t think straight anymore, but he makes sure to push his thick, heavy load inside you. When he finally pulls out and you’re still dripping, he drops to his knees in front of you, licking and cleaning up the mess you two made. You gasp. Looking down, seeing him like this, gazing up at you with that hunger in his eyes, makes you mewl in feverish delight.

“Look at you… being so obedient after all. You liked that, hm?”

All you can do is lazily nod, earning a cocky grin.

⋆˙⟡ JJK men’s favorite positions ⋆˙⟡

FEATURING: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Hiromi Higuruma

cw. MDNI : breeding, tummy bulges, p slapping, running from it, creampies, double penetration, spanking, praise, degradation, squirting

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Satoru Gojo ~ prone bone

satoru loves taking care of his girl in every way that counts. he’ll buy you whatever you want, take you wherever you want, and do anything your pretty little heart desires of him. safe to say, he hates seeing his precious princess do any kind of labor. that’s why his favorite way to fuck is having you completely pinned flat underneath him, taking what he gives you. his girl is simply not allowed to do any work.

toji is your mechanic and makes you pay in other ways ₍^. .^₎⟆

toji is the sleazy mechanic you go to every six months free of charge. 

of course there is a reason for that.

he fucks you in the back of his shop like clockwork whenever you come in. 

the consequence of having an old car is it's either breaking down on you or making weird noises. you didn’t like taking chances on it breaking down at night, so you always nipped the problem in the bud before it got worse. 

because of this, you wanted a cheap mechanic, someone who won’t try to scam you out of hundreds, leaving your pockets empty and unsure if you would be able to fix another problem if it came. 

that’s when you found toji's shop; it was small but obviously good enough for him to have loyal clients. 

when walking in, he was scummy and called you dumb for buying a car secondhand for an old couple, but he gave you a good price, but that didn't mean you could pay it. 

“you fucking with me?”

a hand on his hip as he looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, but as he looked at you, he couldn’t let you go, your clothes on you like a second skin. it's been a while since someone as sexy as you came in. 

that’s when the first proposal came into play; it was an easy fix, really. 

morally wrong? In his words, absolutely not; he’s giving you free service. if anything, you’re fucking him over. 

“listen, i can fix up your tires and do an oil change. don't worry about it, but come in next time, and i’ll have to take something.” 

bantering, that’s what you thought he meant, so you took the offer. 

“thank you so much; seriously, this means a lot.” 

and this takes you down the hole of him giving and taking. 

he prettied up your car, and a month later, when you come back in for something, then he’ll take you in the back and treat you real nice, bending you over and fucking you deep, only your toes reaching the floor. 

that covers your last fee. 

this didn't bother you; he has a big dick. it filled you up nicely, made you feel full, and the tip of his dick never failed to reach spots you couldn’t get yourself, making a mess all over him. 

warmth covering your inner thighs and the cold floor beneath. 

sounds of his dick going in and out of you could be heard through the room. two of his employees listening to his hips pushing against your ass hard, one of his hands holding the back of your neck. 

“you take it so fucking good; keep those legs open.” 

your knees buckled each time he made contact with that deep sweet spot that hit inside but he always seemed to find. 

if he wasn’t fucking you in the back, then he had you on your knees, taking him deep, holding the back of your head, making sure you took every inch even if tears were pricking the corner of your eyes. 

making sure he milked every bit of money he was supposed to get from you from your mouth and pussy. 

other people caught wind of this little arrangement when they heard you in the back, your pussy filled with him and his cum and his fingers in your mouth making you deep-throat them. 

toji didn't care; if anything, he wants people to hear how much he's filling you up in replacement for money. it just feels better this way; you would be lying if you said you didn't agree. 

you felt special, walking in and asking for whatever you wanted, knowing all he wanted in return was for you to squirt on his dick and keep it warm. 

no one else can do it because… they aren’t you, and toji knows that.

“see you next month!” 

Sitting in my college advisor’s office at the end of the semester. He’d flirted with me all year, and I was too naive to tell him to stop. Now his middle aged body was leaning over me on his sofa, making me nervous and needy as he coaxes me;

“Hello??” I call out when I hear the front door click. I can tell from the sound of them kicking off their shoes that it’s one of my roommates coming home, and I heave a sigh of relief. If a random maintenance person found me in this position I’d actually combust, though one of them finding me like this isn’t preferable either… regardless, I keep calling out and can hear them as they pause in the doorway and take in the sight of me.

I babble nervously at the silence. “Well! Uh! You were all out today so I figured I’d do some cleaning, and I realized I’d never cleaned behind this arm chair so it must be dingy back here, but um. Ikindofcantgetbackoutnow,” I finish with a rush. I didn’t even get to most of the place before I got the idea, which is the cherry on top of this whole thing.

It was an artsy kind of armchair in the corner of a room, both comfortable and pretty, and it had a distinctive arch of a gap between the back and the seat. The gap seemed big enough, and I didn’t want to risk scratching the floor + it was awfully heavy, so I just bent over and shimmied in. My tummy rested comfortably enough on the seat of the chair and I was able to lean forward to dust the baseboards and whatnot, but then quickly realized I was unable to get my chest and arms back out the way they came. I struggled for a good while attempting to plant my feet and pull out, but I couldn’t get the traction from how I was bent.

I’m sure my roommate could surmise as much from the sight of me, but that didn’t stop me from rambling.

“-een maybe an hour or so but it’s okay because the chair is comfy but I’m getting a little tired of holding myself up on this end, so if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother could you maybe help me out? Please?” I doubted they’d just leave me hanging, but the total silence, not even laughter at my expense, was a little anxiety inducing. Before I could call out again to confirm their presence, I hear their muffled footsteps tread towards me.

“Quite the situation you’ve found yourself in here, cotton-tail.”

I flush at the nickname. Your rabbit tail inspired butt-plug gets intercepted once and you gain an embarrassing and mildly arousing nickname for life. I grumble something before trying in vain to pull myself out yet again, huffing in defeat when I’m unable to. “Listen- you can make fun of me all you want when I’m out of this thing, but can you please help?” I plead.

I hear them chuckle at the attempt. “Alright then. What do you want me to do?” Hm. That’s a good point.

“Um. Maybe grab my hips or something? I haven’t been able to pull myself very well so maybe that’d do it.”

“Well, if you insist,” they say, before doing exactly as I asked, which is unfortunate on my part. I let out a small noise as their warm hands dig into the meat of my waist, thumbs pressing into my back, that had been exposed from my shirt riding up, in what resembles a more… intimate scene.

“Oh! Ah…” I jolt back in shock only to be met by their crotch against my ass, and let out another stupid noise. Get it together! “Sorry, sorry, you just startled me, haha.” Not haha. Not haha. Nothing funny about the fact I’m getting wet as my roommate tries to pull me out of the chair I got stuck in. They still say nothing, and I chalk the feeling of their thumbs soothing up and down my back to my imagination.

“O-ok thank you, ah, I guess you can pull now?” They immediately do as I ask, pulling me by the hips back on to their crotch. I scramble against the chair at the sensation. I let out a gasp and they release me, my waist thudding back on to the seat. “No!” I fluster. “Not like that!”

Their hands shift lower down my back, fingers wedging into the crease of my thigh. “Hm? Why not? I just did what you asked me to.”

I don’t even want to know how red my face is right now, and I’m grateful they can’t see it either. “You did, but…”

“But?”

“Y’know! If felt… naughty,” I whimper.

I hear them scoff lightheartedly from behind me. “What’s, ‘naughty’ is you being bent over in these skimpy little shorts, shaking your ass and begging your roommate to fish you out,” they counter.

My head reels. “That’s not fair,” I protest, still trying to escape from the chair.

“Seems pretty fair to me. In fact, it’s awfully unfair of you to expect me to help you without anything in return.”

What?? Unfair of me? I’m just asking for some help- I’m getting flustered and frantic, and the innuendo nearly goes over my head before my neurons connect and I catch it. “You want to… now?? While I’m stuck in a chair??”

Their hands smooth over my back and ass onto my thighs, thumbs pushing up the backs of my shorts. “Why not? I’ve been wanting to fuck this bunnycunt for months and I walk in today to you wagging it in the air, completely helpless? Besides, you’re even cuter when you’re stuck.”

My brain cells must’ve melted off because I can’t even muster sentences with the heat between my thighs. “You.. I don’t.. I mean, not now.. I don’t-“

They chuckle. “C’mon now, you can’t even pretend you don’t want it now with how wet you are.” They shove a thumb under my shorts and over the crotch of my panties, confirming their claim. I’m making dumb little noises again, totally turned on and utterly cornered. “I think I’ll be able to pull you out nice and easy once you’ve been fucked limp, don’t you think? You’re far to wound up right now to squeeze out.”

“Pleaseeee,” I warble, rutting uselessly against the seat of the chair.

“Please what? Use your words.”

Jesus Christ. “Please, please, fuck me,” I beg wetly, desperate tears welling in my eyes.

I’m rewarded by them hoisting me by the hips up so my knees are now on the seat and my ass elevated in the air, and the feeling of their clothed bulge grinding against my cunt. I audibly moan at the sensation, totally unrestrained now that their intentions are clear. That, and the fact I’m too turned on to think.

“Fuckkk,” they groan. “Been wanting to do this forever; been dying to see this pretty pussy.” They yank down both my shorts and underwear, wet strands still connecting them to my sopping cunt. “Jesus, baby, you this desperate to be fucked?”

I gasp at the sudden cold air against the heat of my cunt. “Not my fault,” I yelp as they thumb my cheeks apart to get a better look.

“Of course, sweet thing, I guess I should take a little responsibility, yeah?” They pull back slightly and the sound of pants unbuckling can be heard before the unmistakeable sensation of a hard cock hitting my ass registers in my mind. They grab on to my hips again and begin slowly rocking against me and slicking themselves up, and I whimper pathetically. They shush me before maneuvering my thighs together so they can fuck them, moaning as they slip in and out of them. I whine because I want nothing more than to what they’re doing to me, and am met with a smack to my ass.

“I said, shush,” they scold, and I brace a hand over my mouth. “Such a loud little pet, we better get you out so we can get that mouth busy, yeah?”

I’m slow to register their words, and before I can react the blunt head of their cock is nudging against my entrance. A muffled, weak “nooooo” escapes me, but not before they pop in. I’m plenty wet but the stretch burns nonetheless, and they gently soothe their hands over my trembling thighs.

“Ohhh fuck, good pet- good pet- so tight for me,” they grit out between their teeth as I’m speared open. I’m gasping and trembling at the stretch, and let out a weak lil’ moan when they sheath themselves in me fully. They stay like that for a second, letting my adjust and taking in the sight, before adjusting their grip. “Mmm, what was it you wanted me to do? Pull?” They mock, before pulling out and slamming me back down on their cock. I moan loudly, hands scrambling for purchase and finding none as I’m fucked roughly from behind.

“Good bunny, good bunny, bouncing on my- fuck- cock.” I keen at the praise, weakly attempting to move on my own but finding myself unable to go against their grip. My cunt is being used like a hole and I’m loving it. One hand reaches around to rub my clit, and I pop like a firecracker.

“Oh god! Fuck, hah,, nghh,” I babble as my orgasm rushes over me, blood roaring in my ears and the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. More praise meets my ears as I squeeze, vice tight, around their cock, but I can barley register anything. I only process words once the thrusting has stopped, and I blink blearily.

“-etheart, sweetheart, you’re on birth control right? That’s what I see you taking in the morning?”

I pant for a second before responding, “y-yes?”

They groan in relief before continuing to pound me, the chair creaking against the ground at the motion. “Oh fuck,, going to fill you up so good, pump this bunnycunt full of cum-“

I spasm at the promise, overstimulated at the repeated pressure on my clit from their fingers and smacking of their fat balls as they thrust in to me.

“Please please please please fill be up oh god please please,” I beg, wanting nothing more than a hot load in my cunt and to be pulled out of this chair. Im not even humored with a response before I hear them groaning behind me and feel them curling over my back, thrusts speeding up in intervals and groin pressed firm against my ass as I feel them spurt inside me. We both gasp and moan as it happens, and they stay pressed inside me for what feels like forever as they unload a fat load inside me.

Eventually they do stop, and I wince as they pull out of me, feeling very sticky and full. I’m limp and panting, blood rushing to my head from how I’m letting it hang, too weak to keep my torso up anymore. I know I’m being shushed and soothed, but I can only groan weakly as they maneuver me out of the hole, true to their word in ‘fucking me limp’. I blink and they’re sitting on the stair I was stuck in, me hoisted onto their lap with my chest against theirs. I bury my face into their shoulder, sighing grateful as a hand brushes over my hair and down my back. I know I’ll have to clean up the mess I made when I wake, but for now I doze off in their arms.

Then he slams back, drilling your womb hard enough to rattle the bedside lamp. Tears spill hot down your temples -not from pain, god never from pain when it comes to him- and he swipes them with a rough thumb, “so beautiful like this, all fucked out on my cock.”

You’re babbling, wrecked, “Yesyesyes- pllllease Kento~ s’need m-more- ah!!!” even though he already owns every inch of you.

He hooks your knee over his elbow, spreading you wider, allowing him to go even deeper. The new angle is torture -pure murder- as he grinds the swollen head of his cock against that spongy spot inside you.

“Right there,” he breathes, voice tight while his other hand wraps around your throat- squeezing with perfect control, tight enough to make your eyes roll back but not enough so that you lose consciousness.

Your orgasm rips through you- your cunt clamping down so viciously he has to grit his teeth- his hold around your throat tightening fractionally, his wedding band digging into your skin leaving its mark, “That’s it, just like that, don’t stop squeezing me, darling.”

You can’t stop. He won’t let you. His hips roll, snap, grind into you relentlessly- like he can’t get enough of your slick tight walls, your pussy milking his cock so damn good. Even after all this time with you he’s still addicted.

“One more,” he grunts, forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged, “be a good little wife, and give me one more…”

You shatter again with a broken scream, ah! AH!- and that’s all it takes for him, your beautiful cries, those pretty lips parted just for him. He buries himself to the root and spills with a gutted groan, control obliterated as he pumps deep, flooding you, pinning your trembling body beneath his while he shudders, emptying himself with ragged, gorgeous curses against your sweat slick skin.

with your legs thrown over his shoulders and hands weakly resting against your own chest, all you can do is give into the way his cock feels as he thrusts in and out of your. the veins drag against your walls, leaving you empty momentarily before being rammed again by his shaft.

his eyes are locked in on yours, smirking at the way you whimper shamelessly, taking in the satisfying stretch that his girth gives you. you try to look down at it, to get a peek at the way his cock disappears inside of your but anytime you break eye contact his thrusts stop.

“eyes on me baby, okay? or else we gotta stop” he can feel how yours trying to push back against him to no prevail—the position leaves little room for you to take control, making you vulnerable to his teasing.

you nod vicariously, blinking away far tears as he finally decides to move again. it’s so good—bliss—the way he rocked you against the mattress, pressing you deeper and deeper until the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. he was throbbing inside of you, panting into your face, grunting with ever motion of his hip. the intense sounds matched with the creaking of the bed echoed throughout the room, making you as desperate as ever.

“tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he says mid thrust, causing you to clench around him. his arms are on either side of your head, caging you in. his eyes are intense—animalistic; lustful; driven. he wants to mark you as his.

“you-to you!” you response, barely able to get a proper word out. you don’t even think what you said was audible but he smirks—he got the jist of it.

pussy drunk!criminal!toji x cop!fem!reader

you don’t know how you ended up like this.

maybe it started when you unlocked the cell. maybe it started the first time he called you “pretty girl” and didn’t mean it like an insult.

but right now? none of that matters.

you’re flat on your back on the prison cot, legs hanging off the edge, your shirt open, bra pushed up, pants and underwear long gone. the uniform that once meant something is in a pile on the dirty cement floor.

and toji’s cock is buried so deep inside you, all you can do is cry.

his body is massive over you. thighs thick, muscles hard, sweat dripping off his chest as he slowly fucks up into you, pelvis grinding, dragging his cock along every sensitive ridge inside you like he’s trying to dig your name out of you.

but you don’t know your name anymore.

all you know is yes, and please, and deeper, and fuck, toji, don’t stop—

who am i without daydreaming of toji overstimulating and ‘atta girl’-ing a reader??

your legs are shaking — and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

you’re still bent over the edge of your bed, palms pressed flat against the mirror he dragged in front of you like it was some kind of punishment. it reflects everything — the mess between your thighs, the glistening slick on his fingers, the ruined expression on your face.

“look at that,” toji mutters behind you, thumb dragging over your soaked folds. “you made a fuckin’ mess just from my fingers.”

he’s not lying. your inner thighs are sticky, and your cunt’s still fluttering around nothing, desperate and clenching from the last orgasm he pulled out of you ten minutes ago. but he hadn’t even touched his cock yet. he just watched you break. lazily. smugly.

“this,” he says, holding your hips still with one massive hand while the other presses two soaked fingers to your lips, “is what happens when you beg like a brat and don’t listen.”

you suck his fingers in without thinking. the taste of you hits your tongue and you blink up at your own reflection — glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, spit-drenched lips.

he pulls them free with a soft, wet pop.

“good girl,” he murmurs. “now spread your legs.”

you do. shakily. he hums in approval behind you — low and pleased — and then the blunt head of his cock drags against your folds. teasing.

you gasp.

“been wantin’ to fuck this tight little pussy all day,” toji says like a confession. like it’s normal. “you walkin’ around in that fuckin’ crop top, actin’ like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

you open your mouth to respond — some half-hearted denial, maybe — but then he pushes in.

slow. deep. unrelenting.

your mouth falls open. your legs tremble. his cock’s thick and hot and stretches you like it’s never gonna end, dragging against the raw, oversensitive walls he already broke down with his fingers.

“shhh,” he whispers when you cry out, pulling you back by the hips. “you can take it.”

you do take it. inch by inch, until his hips are flush against yours and your cunt’s stuffed so full you can barely breathe.

he waits there for a second — just buried deep, holding you still.

then, “look at yourself, baby.” you blink up, eyes flicking to the mirror again.

and fuck.

he’s huge behind you — muscles taut, broad chest heaving, hand gripping your waist like he owns you. and you? you look ruined. flushed, lips parted, eyes wide. the stretch of his cock visible with every twitch of your stomach.

he thrusts once; slow, deep and your entire body jolts. “you see that?” he breathes into your ear. “see what you do to me?”

another thrust, harder. your legs buckle. he grabs your hair and pulls you back upright, keeping your eyes locked on the reflection.

“don’t look away.”

he sets a rhythm then steady, brutal, thick cock dragging in and out while his fingers rub messy circles over your clit. overstimulation burns through you instantly. you’re already close again. already wrung out and sensitive and clenching.

“fuckin’ tight,” he grits, watching the way your cunt sucks him in. “you want more, don’t you?”

you don’t answer. you can’t.

“say it.” he slows down, presses deep and holds it. “tell me you want more.”

“want more,” you whimper. “please, toji—i can’t—”

he smirks. dark and amused. “you can. you will.” and then he fucks you harder.

your body rocks forward with every thrust. his hips smack against your ass. your clit’s pulsing under his fingers, and when you cum again — loud, wrecked, shaking — he doesn’t stop.

“not done yet, baby,” he growls. “not ‘til you’re crying.”

your reflection’s blurry now. eyes glassy. mascara smudged. he’s making you watch all of it — the way your pussy drips down his cock, the way your body begs even when your voice can’t.

he keeps going. fucking you through it. dragging out every twitch, every pulse, until you’re sobbing and whimpering into the mirror, fingers clawing at the edge of the bed.

“just one more.”

his voice is softer now — crueler, even. “give me one more and i’ll fill you up, yeah? make you my pretty little trophy?” you nod. desperate. wrecked.

“atta girl.”

you cum again, harder than before — clenching and trembling and choking on a sob — and that’s what finally does it. toji groans behind you, deep and guttural, hips stuttering as he fills you full of heat and filth and a long, breathless growl of your name.

his hand stays on your hip as you both fall forward, panting.

“mirror doesn’t lie,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “you’re fuckin’ made for me.”

tutor!nanami fucking you in the back of the library. Rows of shelves block your view, but you still hear the faint voices of others while he’s deep inside you. You’re sat atop the table, skirt hiked up around your waist, panties pushed to the side, and your shirt unbuttoned, leaving him easy access to your tits. He’s slowly rocking his hips, trying to be as quiet as possible, but it’s hard to resist when you’re quite literally milking his cock.

“Fuck you’re so tight!” He whispers, letting out a shaky breath when he goes balls deep. He ruts his hips into you, the table knocking against the wall with each thrust.

“Mmmph! Oh my god!” You suck in a breath, whimpering when his tip nudges against your g-spot, his length dragging along your gummy walls, your entire body heating up.

“Shhhh, sweetheart,” he lowly chuckles. “You’re gonna get us caught.” He moves your shirt to the side, his hand gliding up to cup your breast, his thumb rolling over your hard nipples. You bite down on your lip, hands gripping the edge of the table to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry!” You squeak. “It just feels so good. I…I can’t.” You gulp, hand flying up to your mouth to muffle your moans. It was impossible for you. The thrill of getting caught just makes your heart pound faster and your cunt wetter.

“Are you getting turned on by this? Look at how wet you are—holy shit. You’re so filthy.” He clenches his jaw, a groan escaping his throat. He pulls at you nipple, his other hand hooked under your knee, making sure to keep your legs spread. He tosses his head back, letting out another shaky breath to keep himself from moaning. “I’m so close already, you’re so goddamn wet.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your entire body tingling, cunt throbbing as you draw nearer to your orgasm. Would now be a good time to tell him you’re a squirter? “K-Ken…slow down…I’m gonna—ah!” You quiver in his hold, trying to shut yourself up as your orgasm creeps up on you by the second. Your head is spinning, the pressure building up the more he pounds into your g-spot. “Stop, stop, stop, I’m gonna squirt—nnngh! It’s gonna—ah—get everywhereeeeee—mmmph!” His hand flys up to your mouth, your pussy gushing clear liquid, soaking his new khakis, and the carpet below.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” he growls into your ear, fucking you through your orgasm. Your nails dig into his shoulders, nostrils flared as you breathe heavy, chest heaving. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Should cum inside you and have it leaking out all day.” He smirks against your skin, feeling your cunt physically respond to his words, clenching around him tightly. “Awe, is that what you want?” He coos. You frantically nod.

He slams inside of you a few more times, his leaking tip kissing your cervix, pinning you against the table while he fills you with his hot seed, spurts of sticky cum coating your walls. “Nice and deep,” he rasps, slowly pulling out of you. He puts your panties back in place, making sure his cum doesn’t leak out. “Perfect.”

(not new but I only engage w it when I'm sad lol)

18+ MDNI

You'd always imagined you'd be the vocal one if something ever happened like this. That your sounds would overpower even the sound of skin slapping together in an otherwise quiet room. That you'd have to shove your face into a pillow, silence yourself a little just out of pure embarrassment.

But when he slides into you, and the whine slips from his throat as he hugs onto your waist with a desperate need, everything changes. Your name on his voice sounding like the dirtiest thing in the world in that moment, like you were all that he needed, more than water, life.

And he fucked you like it too, so desperate to be inside you that each stroke was long but fast, his cock sometimes nearly missing your hole as he pulled out and shoved back in, trying to get the best angle to press on the sweet spots inside you, babbling about how he always dreamed about this, about being inside you.

Your own brain feels all fuzzy as he mumbles every word straight in your ear as he pounds you into the mattress with clumsy strokes that somehow nailed every sweet spot you didn't know you had.

Whimpers and nips on your neck as he tells you he wants to fill you up, wants to make your stomach distend with the amount he fills you with, no matter how impossible it might seem. His dirty talk making him whimper even more, getting himself off as his cock twitches and jerks. As all of him spasms as he holds you in place to bruising.

And God, you can't hold back noises either, and yours just amplify his own, two mirrors looking back at each other as you both tear up and whine while fucking like rabbits.

He has to bite your shoulder and stilt his thrusts, his desperation to fuck you through his orgasm problematic. He might just pass out from overstimulating himself inside you, his goal of filling you, of claiming you as completely his addictive.

The idea of seeing the aftermath of it without passing out, even more so. As he tries his best to keep his eyes open as he looks up at you cumming on his cock, as his completely red face winces as you milk him. As his ears ring and he whimpers and drools and tries his best to function so he can press on your stomach and make you leak back onto him just so he can stuff you full again.

Claim you all over.