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The sleeve. (18+ MDNI)
ŕ¨ŕ§â ââââ â ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§â ââââ â ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§ â ââââ â ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§
Youâd been with the 141 long enough that the team felt like homeâPriceâs cigars, Soapâs endless jokes, Gazâs easy laugh, and Ghost⌠well, Ghost was Ghost. Silent, broad-shouldered, always layered in black long sleeves and that damn mask. Youâd never seen an inch of skin. Not once.
Well, until today.
Youâd caught him in the gym, sleeves pushed up while he wiped down equipment. And oh GodâInk. A full sleeve on his left armâdark, intricate, covered from wrist to bicepâmaybe even higherâ in sharp lines and shadows. Skulls, barbed wire, something that looked like a grim reaper. It suited him perfectly, and the sight hit you low in the gut.
You couldnât stop staring. When he noticed, he tilted his head, that masked stare pinning you.
âSomething wrong, love?â
You swallowed. âYour arm. I didnât know you had any tattoos. Theyâre⌠really fucking cool.â
Ghost paused. âYou want a closer look?â His voice dropped, low and rough, a warning but.. you didnât catch it. âMight not be able to unsee it.â
You nodded without hesitation. âYeah. I want to see.â
You not catching that warning was more blessing than curseâ now youâre in his quarters, door locked, the only light a sad lamp casting shadows across the room. Your back is pressed to his chest, legs spread over his thighs as he fucks up into you from behindâslow, deep, relentless. The thick, tattooed arm hooked around you, and heâs got three fingers shoved deep in your mouth, stretching your lips, pressing down on your tongue, keeping you quiet.
You can see every inch of the ink.
The sleeve is even more detailed up closeâblack and gray, textured, the designs shifting with every flex of his forearm as he works his fingers in and out of your mouth in time with his cock. Saliva slicks his fingers, dripping down your chin, but you donât care. You moan around them, eyes locked on the tattoos, on the way his muscles move, on how hot the contrast is between the deadly ink and the way heâs using that hand to keep you quiet and full.
âFuckinâ asked if you were sure..â he growls against your ear, accent thick, breath hot through the mask he wonât remove. âNow look at you. Mouth stuffed with my fingers, cunt clenching every time you see somethinâ new. Dirty girl.â
He thrusts harder, hips snapping up, the wet sounds were obscene. His tattooed arm stays exactly where you can see itâfingers hooked in your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip as he makes you take them deeper. You gag softly and he chuckles, low and dark, never slowing.
âThatâs it. Keep your eyes on it while I ruin you.â
Your hands grip his forearm, fingers tracing the lines of the tattoos as your orgasm builds fast and sharp. Ghost doesnât let upâhe fucks you through it, fingers muffling your cries, the full sleeve on display just for you like he promised.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, strings of spit connecting them to your lips, he drags the wet digits down your throat, over your chest, and presses the tattooed palm flat against your stomach so you can feel every inch of him still buried inside.
âNext time..â he murmurs, voice wrecked, âyouâll trace every line while Iâm balls deep. Yeah?â
ŕ¨ŕ§â ââââ â ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§â ââââ â ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§ â ââââ â ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§
A/N: âŚ.Iâve been going feral since the sleeve reveal guys..
bouncer!choso and his private dancer..
this came to me when i was watching the newest euphoria episode and realized how hot one of the bouncers at rue's club was lol
wc: 1,528 | art credits: tevenmei on pinterest | ship: choso x reader
cw: smut, fluff, substance abuse, harassment, reader is a sw/stripper
bouncer!choso, who's been working at the sketchy strip club in the middle of the big city for as long as he can remember... he's seen countless dancers come and go over the years, come to know the faces of the regular customers and the big tippers, and is both trusted and well equipped to handle the most rowdy of clientele. he's big, he's built, and he has that quiet, 'takes no shit' broodiness about him that leaves people afraid to cross him- which is exactly why he's survived so long working in this rough scene...
bouncer!choso, who never grows tired of the neon lights and the pounding music, because they distract him during the quieter nights, especially when there's no bar fights to break up or stiffers to kick out... that is, until the first night that you step onto that stage- a fresh, unfamilar face that still manages to captivate an entire audience- and he realizes what it actually means to be distracted.
bouncer!choso, who can't tear his eyes away from you as you twirl around the pole mounted on the centre stage, mesmerized by the way that the light catches your smooth skin that he can only imagine feels unbelievably soft, captivated by your eyes fluttering below your lashes, focused on the audience and yet, simultaneously spacing out as you twirl around the pole in the skimpiest outfit (if you can even call an expensive looking bra top, a fancy thong, and a pair of pleasers an outfit...)
bouncer!choso, who feels his cheeks burning and his pants growing tighter by the second as you dance on stage to some slow, sensual song with a bass line that vibrates through his chest. he stands at the back door with his large arms folded over his chest, looking huge and terrifying- but when your half-lidded eyes survey the crowd in a quick sweep and find his, he feels his heart physically flutter beneath his ribcage. he wonders if you can tell that he's fighting for his life right now, because, by some cruel twist of fate... you hold the eye contact through the remainder of your set.
bouncer!choso, who's spent every night since your debut waiting for your set, barely paying attention to what's going on around him as he counts down the minutes until you're on... and winds up getting in major shit with his boss when a stiffer manages to run out of the club on his watch. but he can't be blamed- he's just been too busy staring at you as your thighs cling around the tall, silver pole, your head tipping backward and your spine arching deliciously, hands running up your torso so slowly that it becomes hard for choso not to imagine that it's his hands running up and down your body...
bouncer!choso, who can't seem to stop himself from straying from his position each night when your set finishes... and instead of keeping his post by one of the doors, he finds himself standing watch outside of the girls' locker room, ears tuned in your direction, his stomach flipping with butterflies anytime he catches the end of your laughter with one of the other girls or the sound of you facetiming your roommate after your dance to discuss how much money you've managed to procure.
bouncer!choso, who wants to vomit the first time you start doing private dances... not because the idea of you doing that makes him sick, but because the idea of you not doing that to him makes him feel as if he's a man starved, deprived of the most basic essentials to maintaining life. every time he watches you disappear behind the beaded curtains into the lowly lit private rooms is torture... you, kneeling down to bring a rolled-up dollar bill toward the white lines cut across the table with some guy staring at you with nothing more than hunger.
bouncer!choso, who manages to catch you after a private, on your way back to the locker room, taking immediate note of your tear-pricked eyes and puffy lips... and he knows exactly why you look this way. his heart doubles in pace when he realizes that there's small, quiet sniffles coming from your lips, and when he asks you if you're okay and you hesitate on your answer, he's seeing red and is expeditiously kicking the guy who make you cry out of the club... snapping his license in two on his way out (just for good measure).
bouncer!choso, who takes pride in his ability to protect you. you don't ask him to, but after that first kick-out, he's a man on a mission. someone staring too hard during your dances without throwing a single dollar? gone. someone getting a little too handsy during a private, causing you to flinch or bite your lip in discomfort? banned. and if anyone dares to speak down to you, even when you're too coked out to realize? choso's dragging them out by the collar whilst repeating every kind thing you deserve to hear about yourself in his mind.
bouncer!choso, who feels himself about to cum in his pants the night you finally notice everything he's been doing, and in turn, begin to flirt with him... because how can't you? this guy is huge, handsome, and he seems to care about you, even if you've barely spoken to one another. so when your fingertips graze his bicep and you stand in front of him in practically nothing, staring up at him with those fluttering doe eyes? he's weak in the knees, stumbling over his words, completely butchering any tough guy show he's been putting on.
bouncer!choso, who can't help himself when you finally lead him to a private room after the club closes and the patrons leave. the other girls are gone, and you've been taking suspiciously long to count your bills before you call it a night... so when choso comes to check on you in the dressing room and you beckon him toward those same beaded curtains with the curl of a finger, even if he knows he shouldn't do it, he follows.
bouncer!choso, who has to bite down on his lower lip to keep himself from moaning aloud when you push him down into the patron chair and begin giving him a lap dance- slow, sensual, each grind of your hips leaving him squirming. his hands are hungry, more than content to finally feel how soft your skin truly is as they roam your half-naked body... but you can't help but notice how different his touch feels to every other half-drunk, sweaty man who throws bills at you in exchange for blowjobs and lap dances- his is special.
bouncer!choso, who, despite seeming quiet and, honestly, kind of shy- turns into an entirely different man when he's inside of you. even if you're on top, riding him on that filthy fucking chair, he's praising you in ways that feel better than any coke high or jackpot night whilst his hands stay on your waist, helping to lift you up and down as he thrusts up into you, meeting you halfway. "you like ridin' me like that, don't you, pretty girl?" "aw, you gettin' tired, baby? i know you got more than that in you." "takin' this dick so well, ma. like it was made just for you."
bouncer!choso, who has a jealous streak that seems to truly come out when he has you bent over the table that you're normally sniffing coke off of- praising you with sweet words laced with a possessive undertone as he drills into you relentlessly, drawing whines and moans of pleasure from your lips. "look at that perfect fuckin' ass, baby. bounce that shit back, ma." "where you runnin', huh? you got it, angel. i know you can take it f'me." "bet none of those guys have you creamin' all over their fuckin' dicks, do they, pretty girl? mhm... that's what i thought, baby."
bouncer!choso, who, despite being rough in the best way, gives you proper aftercare. he wipes your tears, kisses your aching skin, cleans you up with movements so soft that you wonder if this is the same guy who just had you hiccuping out your words and clawing at his skin from the sheer amount of pleasure. he waits with you as you change and collect your things, and walks you to your car when you finally decide to head home.
bouncer!choso, who's watchful gaze is much more noticeable each night after he fucked you silly in the private room. he watches you like you're the most sought-after piece of art in the world- and every time you grind your hips back against the metal pole or arch your back during your floor work, your eyes find his- meeting his gaze and holding it through the remainder of your set... because you both know that once the patrons are gone, the lights are dimmed, and the music fades out, he'll be right back inside of you, making you feel better than any high or amount of money ever could.
here's to hoping that neither of you quits your job.
if you read, thank you! if you don't think my writing stinks, i currently have a longer form plug!choso fic out on wattpad called 'million dollar man' by aftercares <3 -levisvixen
âtell me something pretty about yourself.â
toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slitâjust a graze, just over your clitâand he doesnât let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.
âgo on, princess,â he rasps into your neck. âmâlistening.â
but heâs not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxersâunfair, really, because youâre clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.
your mouth dries. âi canât.â
but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. âyâgot a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.â
in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. youâre not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.
"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?â
he lets the soaked head tap against your assâonce, twiceâbefore dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.
"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?â he lets his precum smear over the folds. âstart talking.â
you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. âiâŚi have nice tits.â
âbreasts,â toji growls into your neck. âbreasts, dollface. say it properly.â
b r a t . ft. hiromi higuruma
warnings ~ 18+ !!! MDNI! pwp, brat tamer higuruma, brat reader, implied age gap, office romance, power imbalance, oral se (m. rec), face fucking, deepthroat, piv, unprotected sex, power play, dom/sub, dom higuruma, lowkey degradation, praise kink, brat taming, hair pulling, rough sex, spit kink, choking, bbbbbbackshots, office sex a/n ~ this request has been sitting in my drafts heeheh. need dada.
in most workplaces, there are rules. rules like, donât touch confidential files. donât sit on confidential files.
donât sit on confidential files while making eye contact with your boss and smiling.
you were not 'most workplaces', and you were definitely not most employees. higuruma learned that early.
unfortunately, he also learned something worse. you were consistent.
case one (of many). or: the incident with the quarterly reports.
his office smells like coffee and printer ink and the faint expensive scent of his cologne lingering in the air conditioning. inside is chaos. specifically you.
youâre sitting directly on top of a stack of confidential paperwork despite the fact higuruma had very clearly told you not to touch anything on his desk. pencil skirt riding up your thighs, glossy lips wrapped around pink gum, one heel dangling lazily from your foot as his ergonomic desk chair creaks beneath your spinning.
âyou finished the reports?â he asks without looking up from his laptop.
âmhm.â
a lie. he knows itâs a lie because the reports are currently underneath your ass. the gum snaps loudly between your teeth. higuruma finally lifts his eyes.
you swear something microscopic twitches in his jaw. âmove.â
âmake me.â
when your words are followed by silence, you only grin wider. higuruma closes his laptop with precise care. âyou know,â he says calmly, âmost employees try to remain employed.â
âmost employees are boring.â
âyou submitted a file yesterday named âfinalfinalFINAL - all caps - 2.ââ
âyeah, cause it was my final draft. final 2.â
his stare could cut glass. you blow another bubble, it pops. his eyes flicker briefly to your mouth.
interesting.
very interesting.
âyouâre impossible,â he says.
âand yet,â you hum, leaning back against his desk like you own the place, âyou keep letting me into your office. you could just fire me, you know.â
higuruma stares into your eyes for a long moment before flicking his attention to some scattered papers across his desk. he pushes his laptop to the side and starts to read over them.
you smile.
case two (of many). or: the elevator incident.
âyou did that on purpose.â
the elevator hums softly as it crawls between floors, with just you and higuruma inside after an eleven-hour shift neither of you wanted. you lean lazily against the mirrored wall. âdid what?â
âthat.â
âwhat is âthatâ exactly?â
his gaze drops to your blouse. specifically to the top two buttons you left undone after claiming the office was âtoo hot to think properly.â youâd bent over his desk twenty minutes later asking for a stapler you definitely did not need.
higuruma presses two fingers briefly against his temple like heâs warding off a migraine. âyouâre aware HR policies exist, correct?â
âare you gonna arrest me, counselor?â
âyouâre not funny.â
âyou looked though.â
his expression hardens instantly. moments later the elevator dings, butâŚdoesnât open. itâs stalled. for one long second, neither of you move, then you laugh.
âoh my god,â you say delightedly. âthis is literally every terrible fanfiction setup ever.â
higuruma exhales sharply through his nose. âyou read fanfiction?â
âyou donât?â
âno.â
âliar.â
âi assure you, i have better things to do.â
âmhm.â you step closer just enough to watch his shoulders tense. âso,â you murmur sweetly, âwhich part upset you more? the fanfiction comment or the fact you looked?â
his eyes lower to yours slowly. âwhy do you enjoy provoking people?â
âi only like provoking the pretty ones.â
the elevator jolts back to life, doors opening immediately. higuruma walks out first, but not before adjusting his tie with a sharp pull, expression irritated.
case three (the final straw). or: the night everything finally snaps.
itâs past midnight. the office is quiet. just you, fluorescent lights, and higuruma sitting behind his desk trying very hardly not to look at the problem he already knows is there.
you, of course, are the problem.
spinning around in your chair, glancing at the empty excel spreadsheet open on your laptop every few minutes. mostly looking over at your boss and smiling.
âyouâre not working,â he says.
âi am working.â
âyouâre spinning in an office chair and humming to yourself.â
you blink innocently. âmultitasking.â
higuruma pushes his papers to the side. âstand up,â he says.
you tilt your head. âor what?â
that does it, like something in him finally decides itâs done negotiating. he stands, chair rolling back slightly behind him. the room suddenly feels smaller as if the air itself is watching.
âyouâve been doing this for weeks,â he says quietly.
âdoing what?â
âtesting limits. ignoring instructions. turning my office into your personal playground.â
you smile wider, but itâs starting to wobble at the edges now. âand yet you let me.â
his eyes lock onto yours. âyes,â he says. âi did.â
he says it with patience that youâre realizing has been running out. he steps closer and you donât move back fast enough. hand catches your wrist mid-motion, not harsh, just final, pulling you up in one controlled tug. your feet hit the ground and youâre right in front of him, too close.
your breath catches, but you try to recover it with attitude anyway. âokay, wow. boss finally grows a spineââ
he kisses you.
it cuts your sentence clean in half, stealing it mid-breath, mid-thought, mid-defense. his hand slides from your wrist to your waist, anchoring you there.
your eyes flutter shut and when you start kissing him, too, he pulls back just enough to speak. âstill funny?â he asks quietly.
your lips part. nothing comes out. his handâs still cupping your jaw when you make the mistake of rolling your eyes.
âstill testing me?â he asks softly.
you force a shrug even though your pulse is fluttering wildly. âmaybe youâre easy to rile up after all.â
a lie. you know heâs not.
his gaze holds yours for a long moment before he turns you around. the movement is smooth, effortless, and suddenly your palms are against the desk, his chest warm behind you.
your stomach drops.
âhigurumaââ
âyou should learn,â he says calmly, âwhen to stop being difficult.â
you can hear the faint rustle of his sleeves as he adjusts his grip on your waist. then a sharp smack lands across your ass.
you gasp. not even from pain, from shock, heat blooming instantly beneath your skin.
âthere,â he says quietly behind you. ânow youâre listening.â
your fingers curl against the desk edge. âyouâre such an asshole.â
another smack, firmer this time, the sound echoing embarrassingly loud through the empty office. âand you,â he replies evenly, âhave spent the last month provoking your boss like you wanted consequences.â
you hate how your thighs press together automatically. you hate it even more when he notices, because a how hum leaves him. thoughtful, almost pleased.
âsee?â he murmurs near your ear. âpretty little brat.â
you turn your head just enough to glare at him over your shoulder, but it lacks all bite now. your expression is flushed, breathing uneven. ruined already.
higurumaâs hand slides over the sore warmth heâs created, slow and possessive. âthat attitude disappears quickly when youâre handled properly.â
another slap. you jerk forward with a sharp inhale. âcount,â he says.
your pride flares instantly. âno.â
his fingers tighten at your hip before another smack lands, harder again. you bite back a sound. âcount.â
ââŚthree,â you mutter bitterly.
he chuckles softly. âwrong. that was four.â
your face burns. god, you wanted to wipe that calm look off his face. instead you whisper, âi hate you.â
âno, you donât.â
another slap, though not as hard this time. almost teasing.
âfive.â
his hand soothes over the sting afterward, and the contrast makes your head spin. âyou know what your problem is?â he asks quietly.
you refuse to answer.
âyou want someone to take control,â he continues, voice smooth as velvet, âbut you insist on fighting every step of the way.â
his palm rubs gently over the aching heat again. âand the second someone finally puts you in your placeâŚâ he leans down close enough that his lips nearly brush your ear. ââŚyou melt.â
your breath shakes.
humiliatingly softly, he says, âgood girl.â
your entire body goes still. higuruma notices that too, of course. a quiet laugh leaves him as his hand rests against your hip possessively. âthere it is,â he murmurs. âthatâs what finally gets you obedient.â
âshut up,â you grumble, but you barely get the words out before his palm lands sharp against your ass again. your forehead drops to the desk and you bite your lower lip, eyes squeezing shut. itâs embarrassing, that youâre aroused from this, butâŚÂ
âgot nothing to say now?â higuruma says, voice low, a rasp against your ear. âthought your smart mouth would run all night long.â
âi got plenty of uses for my smart mouth, sir,â you bite, smirking now, and it deepens when you feel higurumaâs hands tighten at your waist before he turns you around, looking down at you with an unreadable expression.
unreadable except for the faint tensing of his jaw, the way his pupils dilate just a fraction. âwhatâre you implying?â
âyou know what iâm implying,â you respond just as quickly, gaze darting between his eyes and flickering down to his lips.
higuruma goes still. his hand is on your waist, still holding, and your words hang between you both.
âyou know what iâm implying,â you say again, softer this time, but no less dangerous. his gaze flicks to your mouth, then back to your eyes. something in his jaw tightens again.
âsay it properly,â he says.
your breath catches slightly. âor what?â you challenge, but it doesnât land the same anymore. your voice wavers slightly at the edges.
higuruma leans in just slightly. âthat mouth of yours,â he says quietly, âhas been the problem all night.â
your pulse is loud in your ears. âiâm just being honest,â you murmur, though it comes out less confident than before.
his hand shifts at your waist, firm and controlled. âhonest,â he repeats, like heâs tasting the word for patience. âshow me, then.â
you pause, biting back a smirk. âwhatâre you implying?â
âyou know what iâm implying,â higuruma responds. when you gently move your hands to his belt, he says nothing.
when you drop to your knees, a low sound gets caught in his throat, and he tilts his head up to the ceiling while you work at pulling his slacks down. âis this what you meant?â you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes once you get his pants down his legs, his erection evident and straining against the grey fabric of his boxers.
âyes, itâs what i meant,â higuruma hisses, voice tinged with irritation as you languidly drag a finger across his bulge. slowly, you pull his briefs down, his cock springing free an inch from your excited face, the tip already oozing precum.
the headâs a pretty blush pink, curved up just a notch, the rest of him flushed and hard and craving your attention. you run your finger up the base, punctuating its path with a tap across the slit. higuruma shudders when you lean down, kitten licking all of the precum you can get, holding back a giggle as one of his hands drops to your hair and tightens its grip there.
âget on with it, then,â he mumbles, pushing his hips forward just slightly, and your sly smile deepens. this, naturally, only inclines you further to tease him, your touches feather light and fleeting along his shaft, tongue still tracing little circles along his slit.
âwhatâs that?â you lilt, voice saccharine sweet, and higuruma scoffs, cheeks pinking when you gently suckle his tip.
âsuck my cock properly,â he says, fingers tightening in your hair as he pushes his hips forward slightly, cock gently slapping your cheek.
âi am.â you twist your hand up and up, slowly, tilting your head to the side, fluttering your lashes so innocently up to your boss. â âs not good enough?â
âsuck my cock properly,â he says through gritted teeth, âand iâll consider rewarding you.â
you perk up immediately, the twinkle in your eyes betraying your attempt at casual ease. âreward?â
âif you behave.â higuruma strokes your hair softly, tilting your chin up ever-so-slightly, and his thumb brushes over your bottom lip absentmindedly, parting them. when you open your mouth, he spits - his saliva mixing with yours before you bring his cock back to your lips.Â
âwhatâs the reward?â you ask, sticking your tongue out and licking a long stripe up the base, relishing in how higuruma shudders again, jaw twitching.
âi get to cum down your pretty little throat, and you get to swallow it all.â he delivers the line bluntly, as if he were speaking to a client and not his paralegal on her knees for him. the dullness of his tone sends a delightful little thrill down your spine, and as determined as ever, you bring his cock into your mouth - properly - bobbing your head halfway down the shaft until heâs jutting up against the back of your throat. your eyes water as drool dribbles from the corners of your mouth, coating his length as you take him deeper, deeper still, tongue tracing over the pulsing veins.Â
higuruma grunts, the sound spurring you on, and he starts to guide your head further down his cock, clearly holding on to every figment of self-restraint heâs got left in his body. when he starts to rock his hips with more of a pace, you pull your lips off, resorting back to teasing kitten licks.
âdarling,â he says, voice dark. âdonâtââ
âiâm being so good, sir,â you say, smiling - a smile that quickly fades off your face when higuruma tugs your hair, pushing you back onto his cock with a sharp grunt.
âproperly,â he repeats, strained when you start to suck with more enthusiasm, twisting your hand along the part you canât reach.or rather, the part you canât reach yet - higuruma seemed set on having you swallow his whole cock down your throat, until your air was cut off. and that he did, guiding you down and down his length until your nose is hitting the trimmed hair at his base. until youâre gagging, nails digging into his legs, into his chest, and heâs making low, wrecked sounds, thrusting with abandon.
he moans.
a rumble that tears through his throat, brows pinched as he holds your head firmly against him, your nose brushing his stomach. you choke as he cums, hot spurts shooting down your throat in steady pumps until your tongueâs working his slit, lapping up all of his release that you can.Â
âopen,â he says quietly when you pull your lips off him, and you open your mouth to present him with no traces of his cum.Â
higuruma smirks, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip as he pulls you up off your knees, stroking your cheek reverently. âgood girl,â he mutters, dragging his hand down your blouse, prompting you to undo the buttons with haste. he watches you with dark eyes, loosening his own tie further as you finally get to shrug your top open. you shrink under his gaze - hungry as he looks you over. looks you over in that pretty pink satin bra youâre wearing, and how it catches the low light of the office.
âbeautiful,â he whispers, lowering his mouth to yours and kissing you deeply, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hands busy at your waist, kneading all the flesh there. he hums into the kiss, pulling you closer, and your hands claw at his shoulders, steadying yourself because your knees suddenly feel weak and all that confident energy youâd been bubbling earlier has dissipated and â
and higurumaâs got his lips just under your ear now, sucking softly, just hard enough to make you gasp, then heâs bruising little marks down your neck, down the valley of your breasts, and above the swell of each. your hands busy themselves in his hair, pleasure building slow and steady as he continues to attack your skin. before you know it heâs sliding your bra down just enough to free your tits, and his lips are soon there, too, sucking the sensitive skin so hard you couldâve sworn heâs actually trying to eat you.
âkeep making those pretty noises, darling,â he murmurs, looking at you with those hooded, lust blown eyes. the sight alone makes your thighs clench together again, the slick between the apex of them unmistakable.Â
âyou feeling needy?â higuruma brings his hand to the hem of your pencil skirt, hiking it up until itâs all bunched up around your waist. he trails a finger to the side of your panties, snapping tugging the fabric and letting it go with a snap.
your stomach flutters when he brings his cock to your panties, sliding it through the slick cotton, the subtle friction making his head drop to your shoulders. his hand grips your waist tighter and he slowwwwly ruts against you, kissing you through every tiny moan that squeaks through your lips.
âyou gonna put it in, or is this the most youâre going tonight?â you say breathlessly, grinning cheekily when higuruma grunts. when you feel his his hand move up to cup your face again, forcing it to face him, to look him in the eye.
âstop being a brat.âÂ
higuruma flips you around, bare chest pressed against the cool mahogany wood desk, and he tugs your panties to the side, his cock sliding between your folds teasingly slow.Â
âoh, i didnât think you enjoyed it this much,â he taunts, his hand dipping down to smear your slick along his length, bringing his fingers to his lips after. you watch, head turned, as he sucks his fingers coated in your arousal, and how his eyes roll back.
Fuck.
âand you taste sweet,â he says appreciatively, pushing his cock into you just a half inch. the pressureâs got you gripping the desk, pussy already clenching, because heâs big. you knew so having his dick in your mouth, but now, with your bossâs cock slowly pushing into your core, the thought shakes you even harder.Â
âtight,â he whispers into your ear once he finally bottoms out, marking his sentence with a quiet grunt. âsqueezing me so good. like such a good girl.â
âhurry up and fuck me,â you whine, though it lacks all bite. higuruma chuckles, smoothing his hand over your ass before landing it sharply across your skin again, the sting making you moan against the desk.
âdidnât i say to stop being a brat?â he rumbles, brows pinched together with effort. youâre so tight and warm, and itâs taking everything in him not to justâŚ
but no. a bratâs a brat, and you clearly need your lesson.Â
so, just to push his buttons that much more, you deliberately clench around him harder. you know itâs got an effect because you can feel his cock twitch inside you, feel his hands grab onto your ass harder.Â
âsuch a tease,â he manages through gritted teeth. âanyone ever tell you that?â
âmen tell me allll the time,â you taunt.Â
you make the mistake of turning your head back, because higurumaâs got his face tilted towards the ceiling, adamâs apple bobbing, and itâs seconds before he pulls his cock out and ramming it back in. fast.
the pace is so quick, so rough, so deep - it catches you off guard and you moan every time his pelvis meets your ass, back arching up when his hand lands against your ass with every other thrust.Â
âbrat,â he grunts, roping his arm forward and locking it around your neck, forcing your head back as he puts you in a chokehold, the pressure building up. you grab at his forearm, babbling out incoherently, and higuruma seems to enjoy that because he pummels into you faster, his free hand kneading your ass.Â
he loves your moans. loves hearing you like this, begging him to keep going, asking in that pretty little voice of yours that he âdonât stop - please, sir, donât stop.â he loves feeling you clench around him, and loves that little whimper you let out between desperate cries when he rolls your nipples between his fingers.Â
most of all, he loves the look on your face when you whine that youâre going to cum, and heâŚstops moving. pulls out altogether, and though his cock throbs, embarrassingly close to an orgasm of his own, the way your pretty features scrunch up and tears well, fat and wet, at your waterline, make it allll worth it.
âplease,â you beg, and when he sees your hand dip between your legs - perhaps to get you to that orgasm, yourself - he grabs your wrists, pulling them taut behind your back. you sob against the desk, calling him all sorts of colourful names, begging, just begging, that he let you cum.Â
you say youâll do anything.
âanything?â higuruma rasps, kissing the back of your neck softly, and placing a few more to your shoulders.âanything,â you confirm brokenly, hands straining under his grip. âplease, sir, âneed it. need it so bad.â
case closed. or: higuruma's got his favourite brat wrapped around his finger.

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I love being a loser girl like yesss!!! omg go stay in your bedroom all day and listen to music, watch movies, read fan fiction, ughh this is the life!!
ghostface x itafushi
đđ đđĽđđđĽ : đđ + â đđđđ â smut â bully!satosugu again â dubcon voyeurism â piv sex â degrading â humiliation â slight jealousy â voyeur!choso â creampie â cunnilingus if you squint â
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choso. sweet, kind, funny, shy choso. your lab partner with an obvious crush on you choso. standing frozen in the doorway to your dorm room, blocked by satoru as he watches suguru rock you back and forth on his cock from below.
you didnât even hear the door open, you donât know how long heâs been standing there watching your pussy gush around suguruâs cock, listening to your gasps of his name, only alerted to his presence when suguru pressed his mouth to your ear and told you, âlook up, gorgeous.â
Tutor!Suguru spanking you everytime you get a question wrong.
18+ MDNI
Warnings: degradation, Suguru is mean, obvi spanking, slapping, crying kink. You two get no work done in actuality.
He hates to do it but he has to, the pain is very necessary for your stupid little brain to get it. How could you not know this? Is your brain fried from being so lazy all the time? Are you dumb?
Suguru was pissed. This man was not having any of your shit tonight, he didnât want to end up studying with you just for you to not know anything. It started with just mean cold glares then he was starting to get irritated with you. But, itâs not your fault that you didnât get these things as easily as he did.
His hand slaps you again then he grabs your jaw forcing you to look him in the eyesâall you can feel was his utter fury boiling beneath his skin. âLook at the damn computer.â
Your shoulders tense and you look at the screen trying to solve the equation. You can just feel his piercing gaze through you. Your pussy was throbbing just from his insults and hard stares. Your heart beats in your chest with adrenaline. âIâm sorryâŚ.â You whisper looking down at your lap. âYeah right.â He hisses back at you.
He shuts the computer, grabs you out of your seat and carries you to your bed. He sat at the edge of the bed and bends you over his lap and lifts your uniform skirt. He lifts his hand and you whip your head around but as you do he slams his palm against your fat ass. âAaahhh!!!â You wail out in responseâhe leans down a bit to your ear. âYouâre such a stupid girl. You donât know anything do you?â You felt so humiliated.
You whimper out of frustration and painâtears already coming down your pretty face. You choke out his name. âSuguru!â He slaps your ass againânot even soothing it after, he would just let his hand sit on your lower back. âStop begging for mercy. No oneâs coming to save you.â He slaps your ass again and ten times more powerful than the lastâbut this time, he doesnât stop.
You continue whimpering and crying while your body begins to shake after he slaps your ass over and over again. âStop!!â You cry out but he still doesnât relentâeven as your ass cheeks grow red and warm. He didnât stop until you were sobbing from the stinging. Your body shakes helplessly in his lap as he stops his torture.
You lay in his lap limp for a few seconds after your trembling calms down. âYouâre such a dumb brat. That was so much of my time wasted, now I have to do your work for you.â He leans further in your earâgritting his teeth, lacing his tone with venom.
âGet the fuck out of my lap before I ruin you and show you a real reason to cry.â
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Mean!Choso who everyone assumed was such a sweetie. Ask anybody on campus about him and always, without fail, they'd describe him as quiet, distant, and weird but never unkindâ partially due to the fact that every day, with the time he had allotted for lunch, he'd go out on the groomed green grass of the quad and eat with his younger brother, Yuji. The girls in his courses found it so endearing, always singing things like "Theyâre so cute!" and âMaybe nice guys do exist!"
And maybe they did, but Choso wasn't one of them.

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đŕ§ Sucking simon's soul through his sweet cock :p
cw. mature content.
Simon never thought he'd love someone's mouth on his cock, ever. Just the thought of being so intimate with someone has him shuddering, sure he doesn't hate it. His past hookups were decent enough, he never went down on them because that wasn't really his thing and he never forced them to do the same either but when a few of them insisted, he gave in. But ofcourse it didn't really get him going.
So when you came along and sink down on your knees for the first time, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes, simon can't help but caress your hair. You unbuckled his cargo, pulling down the zipper as you stared at the prominent bulge straining against his boxers. You eagerly pulled them down, just enough to reveal his massive throbbing cock, "woah.. it's big" you whispered in awe. Your hands gently took the bulge in your palm, feeling it twitch to life in your hold.
He bit back a groan as you rubbed your small thumb on his swollen tip, the bead of precum smearing on your fingers as you let out a giggle and pulled away, bringing the finger to your mouth as you licked it clean, making simon grunt, "Fuck, don' do that luv." But you couldn't help but smirk as you looked up at him and while maintaining eye contact, you pushed his cock down your throat in one go.
Simon couldn't stop the groan that slipped as his large hand gripped your hair tightly, "Fuckin' hell", you choked around him, your spit dribbling past your mouth as you tried to hollow your cheeks but just the sheer girth of it has the inside of your cheeks stretched wide as you gagged. You could barely breath as he quite literally had blocked your windpipe, your hands fisted into simon's jeans as tears burned in your eyes. You pulled back before trying to take more of him but you just couldn't! He was just too big!!
You fully pulled back now, sputtering as you tried to catch your breath but simon groaned in frustration, "Bloody hell!" His hips bucked, chasing your warm mouth, "can't sii, you're so biiig!" You coughed as his tip poked your cheek but simon's hazel eyes looked down at you, wide with new found obsession, "ya can take it." He muttered before gripping your hair and thrusting his cock in.
He let out a grunt, pushing your head deeper onto his cock, not caring if you gagged or cried. Would it be sadistic if he happened to like the sounds you made as you struggled to take his cock down your throat, it did hurt him seeing your poor jaw slacked open as you tried your best to take him but he's make sure to kiss your face better, his poor dovie. Your cheeks sucked on his girthy length while your hands travelled to his heavy balls, squeezing them as he bucked his hips in sudden excessive pleasure.
"Jesus!" Simon's hand gripped your hair as his stomach scrunched and he came right down your throat, making you gag as you pulled back. His cum flowing down the side of your mouth as you coughed, sniffling as tears and snot ran down your face. It was such a mess and honestly as simon stared down at you, there was just hearts missing in his eyes, this had just become his new favourite view. "Ya were amazin', luv."
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Iâm so lost in life like actually what the fuck am I doing
secretary(the movie) but itâs simon rileyâŚ. hold my handâŚ
warnings !! - au. secretary!reader. spanking. mentioned self harm. insecure!reader. kinda bdsm relationship. smut. 18+
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recently rewatched secretary and âŚ. oh lord all i could think about was simon.
simon meets you at least a month after you had already settled in, werenât even his secretary; you were priceâs. that put you all under price, working with him and following his lead. so why did it still feel so shameful even looking at you?
starts off with small glances, noticing the way you pull your skirt down lower even though it was well below your knees. how clumsy you were, always finding a way to pick up something after you; just to steal a proper glance up close. but that was all he could ever get himself to do.
it also wasnât long until he noticed all the odd scares on your body that were so poorly hidden. most of them were on your legs, others just on your wristâ on the little blank spot of skin that your sleeves didnât reach. it made him uncomfortable.
not because seeing scars made him disturbed, far from it. he just didnât understand how a pretty girl like you could find a need to do such a thing.
and simon, who truly believes he always knows what a woman needs, starts his little act on you. the quick glances suddenly became long, heavy stares from across rooms. simon, who used to practically run out of the room to avoid alone time with you, was now lingering.
staying with you quietly in the waiting room was a new routine, listening to you tapping away on the typewriter while he opened up the newspaper. didnât read it most of the time; nothing he really cared about. but he loved to look at you from over the page, watching the way you stretched out after a long typing sessionâ considered himself lucky when he caught your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. teeth occasionally biting down hard, so hard that even simon grew concerned at times.
eventually; your errors began to stick out. price would complain that you were too slow of a worker, too timid to even answer the phonesâ and couldnât stand even a change in voice tone. johnny couldnât help but laugh and poke fun, âa timid little thing, ainât she? makes you wonder what goes on at homeâ or how she got a job hereâ
didnât make simon feel any better, thinking about what went on in your private life to make you look so sad; but it gave price the bright idea to make him be the one to confront you about your work ethic. maybe if the scariest of them finally said something, youâd finally snap out of it.
thatâs how it lead up to you being bent over priceâs desk, looking at the paper in front of you with curious eyes. simon had said there was something wrong with the report, you scanned your eyes across it multiple times to no avail, and simon was getting impatient.
âread it again. slower, this time. use your head, know that might be difficult..â that last part was said just above a whisper, blood rushing through your head too fast for you to even hear it.
probably why you had such a hard time focusing. your skirt kept riding up, and simon was so, so close. you could feel the heat of his body on the back of your thighs, see his arm leaning on the desk in the corner of your eye. again, you looked over the short report.
there! you finally noticed it, a spelling mistake. âi see it! itâs just a spelling mistake, i couldâve went over it with whiteout if you had askedâ
âshouldnât have to ask, should the captain? he expects only the best.â his hand disappeared from your view, âi want you to keep looking, spread out your palms on the desk, and then tell me how many mistakes there are.â
you did as you were told, not thinking twice about following simonâs directions. something inside of you buzzed whenever that happened. âi saw, thereâs just one-â
you couldnât finish your sentence without jostling forward and letting out a pathetic whine. simon had landed a very firm slap to the side of your ass, hand curling up in a fast afterwards to stop himself from grabbing you next.
âlieutenantââ he didnât let you finish your question, his hand came down even rougher than the first time. your skirt only continued to ride up, soon leaving the skin on your thighs vulnerable to his slaps.
âyou obviously canât follow directions, like being told what to do so much but you canât even spell properly?â the shame started to fill your face, becoming all flustered and embarrassed. but the pain that spread through your skin whenever simonâs hand found its mark⌠it was enough to make you wanna lean into his hand; purposely mess up more to feel that sharp sting.
âtwo, sir.â another slap, this time on the other side, making you lose balance on your heels ever so slightly. you refused to mess this up, so you planted your heels to the ground, back straightening out.
âdidnât see the third one?â after a couple more slaps, he had to switch hands.
âno!â you broke out finally, gasping around each spank as quietly as you could. people were outside the office. when you tried to apologize, simon just shushed you with another slap of his hand.
âthen surely youâll go out there, quietly,â he emphasized with a spank that was lower, nearing your thinly covered cunt âsit like the pretty girl we know you can be, and work.â
it was over before you could fully process it. simonâs hand rested on your lower back for a moment, fighting the urge to press the forming bulge in the front of his pants against you. wouldâve been so easy to slip his cock out and ease it into you, didnât matter how wet you were; heâd make himself fit.
instead he just brushed his hands down the front of his shirt, grabbing your skirt until it was taut in his fingers, and pulled down until you were all covered again.
âgo, i want you to come back here with every newly typed copy until we get this right. then weâll show price together.â
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the butcherâs bride!
synopsis: You ran from your arranged marriage in a torn white wedding dress, desperate to escape the cruel lord your family sold you to. By midnight, youâre on your knees in front of the village butcher, begging for shelter. Toji Fushiguro doesnât help runaways. But when you blurt out that heâs your husband in front of the biggest gossips in town, suddenly the whole village believes youâre his. Now youâre trapped in a fake marriage with the terrifying butcher â a massive, rough, possessive man who has decided that if youâre going to call yourself his wife⌠heâs going to make it very, very real.
pairing: butcher!toji fushiguro x runaway bride!reader
mdni | warnings: smut, first time, size kink, breeding kink, creampie, cum play, rough sex, possessive/jealous Toji, dirty talk, spanking, manhandling, strength kink, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, spitting, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, fake marriage
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a/n: im kinda obsessed with this ngl... also lmk if your enjoying these longer fics!
The great hall of your family estate felt more like a tomb than a place of celebration.
Thick beams of dark oak loomed overhead, and the air was heavy with the greasy smell of over-roasted venison, spilled sour wine, and your fatherâs desperation. Two massive iron chandeliers flickered with dying candles, casting long, distorted shadows that danced across the walls. Servants had long since been dismissed, leaving only the three of you: your father, Lord Kato, and you â the silent prize being traded away.
Your father slumped in his carved high-backed chair, cheeks bloated and flushed deep red from too much drink. His once-fine tunic was stained with grease and wine. With a trembling hand, he slid the sealed parchment across the table. The wax bore your familyâs broken crest.
âSheâs untouched,â he slurred, trying and failing to sound proud. âBarely nineteen summers. Fertile. Sheâll give you strong sons, I swear it. Obedient when properly disciplined. This marriage settles every debt between our houses â the gold, the eastern lands, the failed harvests⌠all of it wiped clean.â
Lord Kato sat across from him like a spider in human skin. Tall and unnaturally pale, with sharp cheekbones and eyes the color of frozen ink. His lips curled into a thin, cruel smile as he let his gaze crawl over your body without shame. He studied the swell of your breasts beneath your gown, the narrow dip of your waist, the way your hands clenched into fists at your sides. The way you trembled.
He took a slow sip of wine, then spoke, voice smooth and cold as winter steel.
âSheâll do nicely. The ceremony will take place tomorrow night at my estate. I expect her delivered in the finest white lace and silk⌠and nothing beneath it.â His smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp. âI want easy access the moment the guests leave. Iâve waited long enough for my new bride.â
You stood motionless in the center of the hall, heart pounding so violently you could hear it in your ears. Your skin crawled as if his eyes were already peeling the gown from your body. Nausea twisted in your stomach. This man had already buried three wives. Whispers spoke of bruises, broken bones, and screams that echoed through his halls at night. And now your own father was selling you to him for coin and land.
No one asked if you agreed.
No one asked what you wanted.
No one ever had.
contains; boot humping, humiliation, degradation mixed with praise
You love teasing Ghost while he's at work on your days offâsending him filthy messages, describing exactly how your fingers slid through your slick folds, how you imagined his cock filling you. You knew exactly what you were doing. And fuck do you regret it now.

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a toji fic where he is rough and nasty plsssss
ਠá á¨łŕŹ Ő nasty + rough sex with toji! [18+]
( mdni. cw: (18+), rough sex, degradation, choking, spanking, hair pulling, slapping, oral sex, deepthroat, face-fucking, anal play, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms)
"Open that fuckin' mouth wider, slutâgonna ram my cock down your throat till you choke on it," Toji growled, his massive hand fisting your hair tight at the roots, yanking your head back so your lips parted on a gasp, eyes watering already from the brutal pull.
He loomed over you on his knees, scarred chest heaving, veins bulging along his thick forearms as he slapped the heavy weight of his cock against your cheekâhot, veined length smearing pre-cum across your skin in sticky trails, the musky scent filling your nose while his balls hung low and full, brushing your chin with every degrading tap.
You whimpered, tongue darting out instinctively to lick the salty bead from his slit, and he laughed dark and mean, free hand cracking across your faceânot hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting and make your pussy clench empty between your thighs.
"That's right, greedy little whore, drool for it. You live for this fat dick stretchin' your holes, don't ya? Beggin' to be used like the cumdump you are."
Your hands scrambled up his thighs, nails digging into the hard muscle there, feeling the twitch of power under sweat-slick skin as you nodded frantically, mouth stretching wide around the fat head when he shoved forward without mercyâlips sealing tight, tongue flattening under the girth invading your mouth, ridges dragging over every ridge of your teeth until he hit the back of your throat in one brutal thrust.
Gags ripped from your chest immediately, wet and choked, saliva bubbling at the corners of your lips as your throat convulsed around him, trying to push him out but only sucking him deeper instead.
Toji didn't give you time to adjust; his hips snapped forward again, fucking your face with short, vicious pumps that made your nose mash against his coarse pubes, balls slapping your chin rhythmicallyâplap, plap, plapâwhile tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with the drool cascading down your neck and soaking your tits.
"Fuck yeah, gag on itâfeel that? Your throat's milkin' my cock like a tight pussy. Nasty slut, takin' it all. Deeper, swallow every inch or I'll slap those tits raw."
He yanked your hair harder, forcing your head to bob faster, guiding you like a fleshlight as his other hand wrapped around your throat from the front, fingers squeezing just enough to feel his own cock bulging inside, the pressure making your vision spot and your cunt throb desperately, juices leaking down your inner thighs onto the sheets below.
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking sloppy and desperate, tongue swirling the underside vein that pulsed hot against it, and he groaned low and filthy, abs clenching as pre-cum flooded your mouthâbitter and thick, coating your tastebuds while you swallowed convulsively around the obstruction.
Spit flew with every withdraw, strings connecting your swollen lips to his glistening shaft, and when he pulled out fully to let you gasp for air, he backhanded your cheek lightly again, smirking at the mark blooming.
"Look at you, face fucked stupid already. Pussy drippin' on the bedâbet you're achin' to get wrecked. Turn around, ass up, face down. Gonna spank that ass before I breed it."
You scrambled to obey, knees spreading wide on the mattress, ass high and presented like an offering, pussy lips puffy and parted to show the slick hole clenching on nothing, clit swollen and begging.
Toji's palm came down firstâcrack!âright on the fullest curve of your cheek, the impact jolting through you like fire, skin blooming hot and stinging as he gripped your hip with bruising force to hold you steady. "Count 'em, Mama. Thank me for markin' what's mine."
Another smack landed harder, then another, alternating cheeks so your ass jiggled with each strike, flesh rippling under the assault while you yelped the numbers outâ"One, thank you! Two, thank you, Toji!"âvoice breaking on sobs of pain-laced pleasure, the heat spreading straight to your core where arousal gushed freer, dripping audibly now.
He paused to spread your cheeks wide with both thumbs, exposing everythingâpussy weeping, tight pucker winking above itâand spat directly onto your asshole, watching the glob slide down to mix with your cunt juices. "Filthy holes, both beggin' for it. Gonna finger that ass while I pound your pussyâmake you cum like the anal slut you are."
His thick fingersâtwo at onceâprobed your rim without warning, pushing past the ring with a burn that had you arching and screaming, the stretch obscene as he scissored inside, knuckle-deep, curling to massage your walls while his other hand fisted your hair again, pulling your head back until your spine bowed.
Then his cock slammed home into your pussyâno prep, just the fat head breaching your folds and burying balls-deep in one savage thrust, walls ripping around the invasion, fluttering wildly as he bottomed out against your cervix.
"Fuckâtight as a virgin every time, squeezin' me like you wanna keep my load forever. Take it, princessâgonna choke you out while I ruin this cunt."
His hand snaked around, clamping your throat from behind now, squeezing rhythmic with his hips as he started railing youâlong, punishing strokes that punched the air from your lungs, cockhead battering your deepest spots while his fingers twisted deeper into your ass, thumbing your clit on the outstroke to force sparks up your spine.
The room filled with the wet squelch of your pussy devouring him, skin slapping skin in brutal rhythm, his grunts mixing with your muffled cries as he yanked your hair like reins, spanking your already raw ass between thrustsâeach impact making you clench harder around his pistoning length.
"That's it, cream on my dickâfirst orgasm's comin', I feel it. Milk me dry, ma." Pressure built relentless, coil snapping as you shatteredâwalls convulsing in waves, squirting around his cock in hot gushes that soaked his balls and thighs, body shaking violently under the onslaught while he laughed through gritted teeth, never slowing.
"Good girlâcumming so hard you're floodin' the sheets. But we're not done. Gonna fill this pussy up, then flip you for round two."
He pulled out abruptly, cock slick and shining with your cream, and flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothingâlegs shoved over his shoulders, folding you in half as he plunged back in deeper than before, the angle letting him grind vicious on your g-spot with every snap.
Hand back on your throat, choking harder now, stars bursting behind your eyes as oxygen deprivation amped every sensationâhis free hand slapping your tits alternately, nipples pinched and twisted until they throbbed. "Look at me while I breed youâeyes on mine, slut. Feel that? Balls tightenin', gonna pump you full of cum till it leaks for days."
You came again midway through, harder, nails raking bloody trails down his back as your pussy spasmed, vision whiting outâbut he fucked through it, pace fracturing only when his own release hit, roaring as ropes of thick, hot cum erupted deep inside, painting your walls white, overflowing around his base in creamy rivulets with each final grind.
Panting, he collapsed half on you, cock still twitching buried deep, plugging his load in as aftershocks milked him. But his smirk returned quick, hand sliding down to scoop cum from your stretched pussy, shoving it toward your mouth.
"Clean it upâtaste how I marked you. Then ass next time, promise." You sucked his fingers eagerly, body limp and sated, already craving the next brutal round.
Comments and reblogs are appreciated âĄ
off limits â brothersbsf!suguru x f!reader (18+)
despite satoruâs warnings, suguru has taken quite a liking to youâbut it shouldnât count if he doesnât put it in, right?
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suguru geto drives you insane. you hate his stupidly long hair, his ridiculously large pants and his obnoxious laugh.
you hate the way you feel your pulse race when he slyly puts a hand on your back to get past you,
you hate the way you can't hold eye contact with himâhow you suddenly begin to memorize the patterns on the hardwood floors of the home you've lived in your whole life,
but most of all you hate the fact that he knows what he's doing, and is good at it too.
he'll drop himself in between you and satoru on the couch, man-spreading as wide as he can so you'll be pressed up right against him.
he'll let his gaze linger just enough for you to notice, and when you do he turns it back to your brother as if he wasn't just looking at his best friend's sister like a piece of meat.
whether it's a story from the 'last fucker who tried it' or satoru himself, suguru's been told many times that you're off limits.
naturally we all want what we can't have, he's no exception to human nature.