“now i’ve got you in my space.”

✑ tags: f!tattooed!reader, piercer!suguru, light fingering, cockwarming, friends with benefits, cockwarming, heavy praise,

You had swung by his shop after closing. For the nipple piercing you’ve been on the fence about and finally settled on getting. After he sent everyone home, cleaned after they cleaned up everything but Suguru's personal room.

You adore having these private, after-hour appointments with Suguru. Fucking your tattoo artist for ink and body jewelry wasn’t something you would go for. But you happily fuck Suguru without getting ink and body modifications.

Wearing his art and his obsession with the clit piercing you could only trust Suguru to give are both perks. And Suguru freely admitted, seeing his art on your skin made his cock throb. Which was a first for him.

It was better than any other marks he could try to create during sex. The black and colorful ink is long-lasting, leaving parts of himself with you.

Granted you didn't have to be naked to get just your nipples pierced. But having Suguru standing between your legs. While slowly pumping two thick gloved fingers inside you, helps calm you down.

"what's that, bunny? too much?" he chuckles, cock sliding in and out in brutal pace. you can feel him destroying your insides and you sob at the way his cock kisses your cervix.

"too much, satoru. stop." you cry out, hitting him in the chest. you try to push him off but at the same time, you want him to stay inside of you forever. he's too much for you but he feel too good too.

"oh really? your pussy says something different." he says, reaching down to rub your clit. he spread your wetness all over your pussy and you can't help but to feel embarrassed because of the sounds your cunt makes. your body falls limp on the bed, letting gojo do anything he wants to your body.

“do you think i could take my glasses off next time?”

MUTUAL ATTRACTIONㅤdilf! fushiguro toji x fem! babysitter! reader — smut + fluff [ 1.1k+ wc ] cws age gap (toji’s in his early 30s, reader in her 20s) + creampie + some praising ! MDNI

ㅤyou had always been attracted to mr. fushiguro, you just hadn't considered that the feeling could be mutual.

mr. fushiguro was a quiet man.

or at least he was whenever you were around, that is. either way, you had always assumed his true persona couldn’t drift too far away from that perception you had of him, the loose comments megumi would ever so often make about his dad — the ones you always paid close attention to — giving you the impression that in his truest form, mr. fushiguro couldn’t be much more than a man who kept to himself, someone able to easily control his emotions and who didn’t allow them to simply burst out unless he desired them to.

right now, however, as he hovered over you, the tips of his ears tinged red and his cheeks dusted in a pretty pink tone, breath bated and movements desperate, you wondered how you had allowed yourself to be so easily fooled.

— CW : toji is a well-hung menace still broke af (what's new), rough!toji, wall sex, implied size kink, this man fucks you raw 24/7, is 'girl' a pet name?, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, slight teasing, double penetration at the end (monsterfucking), squirting

— WORD COUNT : 1.5k┊AO3 LINK

NOTE : well, this takes place in the jjk verse and nothing I say can justify my horniness lmao I wrote this at 2am because toji always comes back to remind me why I'm so down bad for him (ssh don't tell geto)

enjoy!

Toji is a man on a mission tonight. That being to fuck you into oblivion.

"Come on, be a good girl and stay still," his fist lands a hair’s breadth away from your face pressed against the wall, hips snapping against yours in a dance of curses laced with moans erupting from you both. He hides his nose in your hair as his next words hit you. 

"I want your pussy to milk me dry again.

I said don't move."

You squirm anyway, feeling his tongue lick a fat stripe of your tensed neck to then bite it as his calloused, experienced fingers roam your body to get rid of what's left of your clothes. You hear the fabric tear apart under Toji's touch, pooling at your feet, shreds of the shirt flying around when the groan the man lets out when you try to look at him from above your shoulder. It's primal, the one lions use to chase away other predators when eating.

He's possessive over his precious, little toy.

words : 1k

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, mating press, dumbification, car sex, belly bulge, slight college!au, exboyfriend!geto, possessive!geto, toxic!geto

“who is he?”

you choke as your ex-boyfriend, suguru geto, acknowledged you for the first time since your breakup last year. he looked so frustrated - eyes dark and muscles tense as he caged you into a secluded corner, his body practically shielding you from the blaring music and dancing crowd of the surrounding frat party so that you could focus solely on him.

“s-suguru,” you sputter, trying your best to ignore your racing heartbeat. “the hell are you talking about?”

“don’t play dumb.” his eyes narrowed as he looked down at you from the bridge of his nose. that stare, the way he towered over you - it brought back some feelings that were all too familiar. “the guy you came here with, who is he?”

it took a second for you to process his words. you realize he’s talking about travis, a guy from your sociology class who had offered to be your date to the party tonight. he had left to grab you both drinks shortly after you arrived, providing suguru an opportunity to make a move the instant he began his search for alcohol.

you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, emphasizing your cleavage beneath your baby blue crop top. you were primed to tell him how desperate he looked right now, but fuck, suguru was standing so close. your senses were overloaded by his scent - eucalyptus with a hint of whiskey reserve, a cologne you bought for him on his last birthday.

and a stark reminder of why you really wish you hadn’t come to this party in the first place.

“um, that’s none of your business,” you match his gaze, priding yourself over your cool, level tone, “so get out of my face, please and thank you.”

suguru raised a sharp brow. “i see you still have that nasty attitude.”

“and what about it?”

he shrugs, the ends of his lips curling in a devilish smirk. “nothing. it just tells me you haven’t been getting fucked properly. what, having trouble finding someone who can handle you?”

you bit the inside of your cheek. travis was the first guy you’ve allowed yourself to go out with since your breakup. he was kind, considerate, and sensitive. a stark contrast from suguru. and having only been on one other date with him, sex was still too early an activity for your…acquaintanceship, if you will.

you try not to squirm where you stood, the beginnings of desire fluttering in your pussy the longer you were under your ex’s scrutiny. “again, that’s none of your business, suguru.”

“why, worried i’ll scare him away?” he chuckles. “‘cause i will.”

you scoff, changing the subject. “i’m not worried, i’m impressed you’re acting this jealous over someone you’re not fucking anymore.”

“i may not be fucking you, but whether you like it or not, you’re still mine,” suguru drawls as he leans closer to you, licking his lips in warning, “and i’m sure your pussy knows it. so you might want to fix that mouth of yours, sweetness.”

you rolled your eyes at his nickname for you, masking the intense wave of arousal flooding your panties under the guise of annoyance, preferring to not give your ex the satisfaction of seeing how much his presence still affected you. no matter how well your pussy responded to his words - traitor.

“god, suguru, you’re so immature! we’re not together anymore, so chill with that possessive shit and leave me alone!”

you move past him, ignoring the electricity pulsing in your fingertips as you pushed against his sturdy bicep, and went to maneuver your way through the frat party in search for your date. but like you were connected by a tether, suguru tugged you back to him, his large hand splayed against the small of your back as he pressed you against his chest.

you gasped, suddenly feeling every rigid muscle hidden behind the fabric of his shirt, and the prominent bulge growing beneath his belt. the thickness of it served as a reminder of all the times suguru had you drooling, incoherent, and twitching from overstimulation.

…why did you break up again?

“last chance, sweetness,” suguru’s hand moves to palm your ass through your jeans, his grip as vicious as his tone, “fix that attitude.”

what happened next was involuntary - like your pussy overrode your brain, spurred on by a mixture of danger and excitement, and chose your response with the hopes of finally being satisfied after months of neglect. your date and his drinks suddenly long forgotten.

“make me.”

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you ended up in the back of his tesla model x - folded beneath suguru as he dropped his dick deep into your guts, feeding your pussy consistent, heavy strokes while you clawed at his abdomen like a maniac.

he ignored every single one of your cries, ripping orgasm after orgasm from you with his sight hyper-focused on the creamy ring frothing at the base of his dick as he repeatedly buried himself to the hilt.

“absolutely pathetic,” he hissed as you convulsed around him, your body succumbing to yet another orgasm - this one more violent than the last - which he continued to fuck you through, despite your desperate screams for reprieve.

“s-suguru, please! m’sorry!”

it’s been so long since you felt like this. since he fucked you like this. you were on the verge of a euphoric death, the only thing keeping you tethered to this earthly plane being his hold on you - but even then you were hanging by a thread.

“you’re sorry, hm?” suguru licked his lips as he gripped the back of your knees, spreading your legs wider. “what’re you sorry for, sweetness? for testing me? leaving me?”

you were babbling, your mind far too strung to even formulate a proper response. the best you could do was a mixture of please and sorry amidst your hiccuping sobs. suguru leaned forward, slowing his pace to lick away your tears and plant ginger kisses in their wake. an act so sudden, so gentle for someone who just spent the last hour rearranging your insides.

“it’s okay, baby, i forgive you,” he coos, “y’know why?”

he doesn’t wait for your response. instead, he takes one of your shaky hands and moves it between you, positioning your palm over your navel, where the bulge from his dick was the most prominent.

thinking about beefy men who have you spread out prettily and naked on your stomach, thighs spread apart by his legs between your own. his whole weight on your back, nearly crushing you, but you love it. he presses his knees against yours to spread them apart just a little bit further. he bends over to to whisper sweet nothings and vile words in your ear, one hand on your chin to prevent you from burying your face in the sheets. he has to see your pretty fucked out face after all.

"i haven't even put it in, princess. what's gotten you so worked up?" his chest is pressed flush against your back, his whole weight heavy on your smaller frame, as he lines is tip up with your entrance and slowly pushes himself into you, inch for inch. your jaw slacks at the stretch and he takes the opportunity to put his fingers into your mouth, which you greatfully and greedily suck.

"such a needy little thing. i bet you waited the whole day for me to finally ruin you haven't you? waited for me like the cock hungry whore you are? my sweet little slut, you've been on my mind all day" he bottoms out and you're already crossed-eyed and mewling around his fingers, until he pulls out completely and you whine in desperation. your breath is soon knocked out of your lungs when he thrusts himself in completely again, in one sharp thrust. his heavy breeder balls knock against your clit and your body subconsciously struggles and tries to run from him but where can you go when he's caging you in with his big, large, buff body? like a little bunny in the big bad wolfs fangs

“W-wait...” You whimper in between moans of his name as his tongue laps at your drooling pussy, from your hole that drips arousal in excess up to your twitching clit.

Your hands make half-assed attempts at pushing him away but they’re only partially successful, backing him far enough away for Toji to slap your needy cunt and make you sob at the contact.

pairing - ghost x babygirl!reader

word count - 742

warnings - just some thigh riding, name calling, bad plotting and daddy kink!

a/n - got you baby! hope it’s okay. it’s not a complete fic but had to whip something up. let me know if you want something different. not proof read so if things don’t make sense oops I apologize 🖤🖤🖤

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You weren’t facing him. Weren’t witnessing the change in his eyes when he felt your cunts heartbeat against his thigh. Weren’t seeing the amusement in his grin when you didn’t make a sound about it.

So he only did what felt natural. Tease.

He knew how to get your attention while you just sat there in his lap solving a puzzle with your holes untouched and pussy dancing on his thigh. Ghost knew how to fuck with you.

You had just finished the border, putting the last piece in place before moving onto the next section of the 1000 piece puzzle that had a picture of a cute puppy on it with pretty pink flowers. How cute he thought, gonna ruin it.

Of course at this time you weren’t alone. The rest of 141 already joined in the same room while Ghost had plans of turning you into putty. Gaz and Soap were watching a movie while Price began to softly snore on the couch. Perfect.

Looking for matching pieces you were playing oblivious to Ghosts intentions, not even noticing his growing cock under you until you felt the first bounce and heard the light tap of his boot hit the ground.

Your eyes zeroed in on one of the pieces in your hand, coming back from your little princess world of everything perfect now that you know what Ghosts really doing. You were sitting in his lap and occasionally, but purposely fluttering your pussy all over his thigh. You knew he could feel it.

The bouncing of his leg continued and it only made you weaker, starting to lose focus on the puzzle in front of you while the only thing Ghost is paying attention to is your cunt bouncing against him. It wasn’t the first time.

It didn’t take long for your panties to soak. The fabric thin and rubbing against you, his pants having all sorts of pockets and buttons that you find one and press your sensitive bud into it. Fuck he was going to have so much fun with you.

Ghost sat lazily in the chair, watching and waiting your every move while he bounced his leg. Starting off slow before going into a continuous rhythm of trying to get you to come while the boys were in the same room, almost all of them awake. Ghost knows how fucking loud you are and is going to use it against you.

You roll your hips impatiently and deeper. Your feet hanging off the floor under you, only bracing on Ghosts thigh as the puzzle doesn’t exist to you anymore. All hope of you being silent and not giving into your boyfriends shenanigans was thrown out the door.

“Look at you baby. Fuck.”

Low growling in your ear, his pace slightly quickening to see what noises he could get away with. You squeaked, hands bracing against the table while you started to hump Ghosts thigh and he fucking loved it. Ghost didn’t need to look over to notice the shift in Soap’s body and it drove him mad.

Ghost wasn’t even fucking touching you and you were melting all over his leg, riding his thigh like it was his cock you were gonna cum all over. His cock stretched his pants tighter and tighter while you desperately dry humped the Lieutenant.

“Do you want them to see you? Fucking slut.”

His hands finally made contact with your hips as he brought you down even harder against his thigh, making you hump against him vigorously until he could feel your body start to go limp. He held you up effortlessly, pushing his knee up so your clit presses against the buttons on his pocket and rolls your hips in circular motions.

You’re panting, letting out a string of moans before Ghost starts to bring you to orgasm from words you never wanna repeat.

“Come on baby. Ride Daddy’s thigh until you’re making a mess.”

The puzzle pieces scattered on the table started to fall off the table while you whined and whimpered out moans, hitting the ground with just enough noise that Price opens his eyes while you’re shaking against Ghost and he holds you down harder, leaving bruises where he dug his fingers into your sides.

♡ pairing: simon riley x fem!reader

♡ word count: 0.5k

“hey, hey, hey. relax for me, okay princess?” Simon whispers right into your ear and you nod. You can feel the tip of his cock right in front of your entrance and you gasped at the feeling.

“F-fucking hell,” he groans deeply, the rasp of his voice vibrates throughout the room and you whimper when you feel him slowly filling you up. he’s even bigger than you thought he would feel, and wasn’t even halfway in yet.

Simon tries to calm himself down, trying so hard not to instantly pound into your sweet little cunt. he can actually feel the way you’re clenching around him so tightly that he almost can't move.

“G-Ghost—“ you’re too overwhelmed at this point that all of the sensations that you couldn’t even finish your sentence. Your lieutenant holds you by your waist in one hand and the other holds your face in his big hands. He smirks down at you, “How are you feeling, pretty girl?” he asks. You whimper and whine when Simon shoves the rest of his cock inside your cunt without any warning. You moan in delight, feeling him reach all of those spots inside you. “F-feels so good, sir,” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

He chuckles and starts to slowly pull all the way out only to plunge right back in, making you moan out. “Mhmm, my little princess loves having my big cock inside her little pussy, huh? You like how I fill you up, isn’t that right?”

His words sends chills down your spine and he fucking knows it. You whimper as you nod your head up and down. “Fucking love it, Simon.” Simon’s thrusts went faster and harder and you were a whimpering and moaning mess underneath him. He absolutely loves the noises you were making, thinking that it was only just for him. He was the only one allowed to make you feel this good.

Abruptly, he stops his movement suddenly and he lets the rest of his cock rest inside of you all the way into the hilt. You whine as you roll your hips so he can move, but his hands put you in place. He smirks at you as his veiny hand caresses your soft tummy.

“Look, can you feel me here, sweet thing?” he says as he presses his hand down firmly. He moves his cock in and out just so very slightly just to feel it move inside of you. You whimper as you nod your head vigorously, “Y-yes… you’re so deep,” you mewled. Simon groans as he presses down some more, “Yeah? Can you feel me all the way up here? You feel how my cock reaches all the way up to your cute little tummy?”

Growing impatient, your hands fly to tug on the collar of his jacket. He grins at you and he finally starts to move again. It made you smile, the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your walls, hitting all of your sweet spots and making your eyes roll back. He was just so fucking big.

“M’ gonna ruin this sweet pussy of yours, babydoll. Gonna fill you up with my cum and mark you up as mine.”

Sakusa who masturbates on all fours.

He has just been thinking about you for hours, unable to get his erection to go away. It's sensitive and borderline painful at this point, he has to do something about it. He tugs himself out of his boxers as he sits against the headboard of his bed before he starts rubbing his palm over the swollen tip. He throws his head back at the pleasure but he knows that just stroking himself will not do the trick.

So, instead, he gets up, on his hands and knees before gripping himself again and starts thrusting. His hand stays still, letting his hips and thighs do all the work as he imagines you under him. He imagines how you would whine, moan for him.

How you would beg him to go faster - and he does, snapping his hips forward with more vigor as his moans grow louder and louder. Thank God his apartment walls are thick.

What kind of things would you say? "You're so big, Omi." "You feel so good." "Harder!" "Faster!" "Just like that!" "Oh God!" "Please, please.." "Keep going!" "I love you."

And that's all he has to imagine as the hand supporting him on the bed snaps up to grip the headboard so hard his knuckles go white. The idea of you saying "I love you" has him cumming in seconds, shouting your name as he makes a mess of his freshly washed bedsheets, painting it with thick ropes of cum, proof of how much he loves you back.

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, spitting

‘spit in my mouth pls 🥺🥺’

that’s what the tiktok comment says. the comment left on a simple video on msby’s official tiktok page in which kiyoomi is practicing his spikes. the comment that has kiyoomi staring at his phone screen with a mixture of both horror and perplexity on his face.

“why would i spit in someone’s mouth?” he asks.

unfortunately you don’t miss a beat when you say, “because it’s hot.”

IDKWJD overstimulated toji lives rent free in my head omg 😭

(idk where i got the energy to ramble about overstimulated toji again but here you baby. “head empty, no thoughts” w me <33)

no because toji just losing it.

his grunts have turned guttural, the grip he has on your hips is turning a lot stronger, his fingers digging into your flesh. toji has you on top of him, your pelvis flushed close to his, and toji hisses, stopping you from your rhythmic bouncing.

“fuck,” he whispers, his voice curling into itself as he pushes his forehead to rest on your heaving chest. “fuck.”

you slump on top of him, trying to catch your breath as toji tries to reign in the overarching pleasure. toji can feel you twitching — your hands are unsteady as they find their purchase on his back, your body fully trembling in his hold. you are practically motionless, but toji’s cock is so, so sensitive and the tight heat of your walls feels too good. too much.

toji can feel the slow slide of his cum inside you pooling around his cock, trying to run down his nestled shaft, and even that feeling sent his synapses erupting in overstimulation.

he doesn’t notice the way your fingers slowly brush against the back of his head, threading along the damp tresses of his hair. you are so warm against him and toji burrows close, waiting out the explosion of pleasure that creeps within his veins.

“m’sorry,” he mumbles on your skin. “i don’t think i can go anymore.”

“of course,” you say, kind and understanding even when you have yet to cum yourself. “let’s go shower?”

toji shakes his head. “you didn’t finish.”

“you don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart,” you tell him, pulling yourself away from his embrace just far enough to be able to cup his flushed cheeks. “you made me feel good.”

he grunts, his bitten lips jutting in a pout. “let me at least finger you.”

your brows rise, your own cheeks filling up with warmth. toji watches, enraptured, as you dazedly whisper, “oh.” you gulp. “yeah, sure.”

toji pulls his cock out, the brush sending shivers racing down his spine, before pushing you down on the bed and crawling on top of you. he parts your legs with his strong hands and holds your thighs to drag you close to him.

you squeal, your eyes growing wide as you stare at him in surprise. toji doesn’t break the eye contact as he pushes two of his fingers in your parted lips.

“c’mon, baby,” he says. “suck.”

you close your lips around his fingers, your tongue running along the warm skin and tasting salt. toji’s eyes are sharp as he watches you, and you squirm, anticipation and desire thrumming in your veins.

“good girl,” he utters, almost breathless.

“𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌”

character(s) : james potter , sirius black , remus lupin

note : hey, thank you for the idea it was fun writing this,also the amount of tiktoks I saw to write this is insane but seriously it's so cute thank you and you too have a nice day 🤍

warning : none.

It's a nice Saturday evening, James is making dinner while sitting on the kitchen counter you're watching him cook.

It's all quiet save for the sound of utensils clincking and from the YouTube video James is learning the recipe from.

“Jamie..” you murmur.

“What is it?” James asks, stirring the sauce.

virgin!kuroo who comes in his pants, whining and grinding against your leg that's between his, the first time you two properly make out.