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— ATTENTION
“let’s just go, my dear. cause the way you put it on, made me wanna take it off you.”
nanami was typically a rather patient man, but tonight he couldn’t help the twitch in his eye or the deep scowl on his face as he watched you make conversation with a group of his colleagues. you weren’t aware of the way they gawked at you in that long, black body con dress you wore—their eyes flickering from the generous amount of cleavage the low v-neck flashed to the way the wind blew the slit of the garment to show more of your legs each time your eyes closed when smiling that same smile that wooed him 5 years ago just as it was doing them now.
it wasn’t intentional, he knew it wasn’t. you just wanted to make a good impression, especially because you knew it could tarnish the way people at his job viewed him, but fuck were you doing too good of a job at pretending to care about what that arrogant, asshole of a boss had to say.
nanami hadn’t wished to go to this work party, ready to lie his way out of it and while you chalked it up to your husband not wishing to socialize, his worried were rooted deeper than that…you. he knew his collages would waste no time surrounding you in disbelief that nanami had a wife and in even more disbelief on just how beautiful you were.
how was it that you were the center of attention everywhere you went? that you turned this party from something everyone felt obligated to attend to wishing that it didn’t have to end at 12am because now it was about to be 2am and nanami was in the corner messing with his now loosened tie, waiting for you to finish your last drink so you could leave as he wanted to take that dress off of you just as much as his boss did.
he himself was surrounded by his female colleagues—each in his ear about how you “left him to flirt with other men right in his face,” their words full of malicious intent that would make any other man question had it not been nanami. he didn’t care for these women—hell, nobody did when you were here, hypnotizing everybody with the way that dress hugged your curves or how contagious your laugh was, the sound blessing their ears, the sway of your hips when you walked, that damn smile luring them in like a moth to a flame.
his resolve was slowly crumbling—checking the time on his expensive watch each time these women opened their mouth to throw another jab at you, staring at you from afar, eyes asking—no, begging you to leave for it was late and he didn’t know how much more patient he could be with you looking like that and them looking at you like that. he’s adjusted himself for the nth time tonight, uncomfortable by the strain in his dress pants. you were driving him insane and he hadn’t even realized he started making his way over to you until he grabbed your wrist.
“you ready to go, my love?” he asked, but something about the way he stared at you—his usual kind, brown eyes now narrowed and dark—that he wasn’t asking you. “ken—” “y/n.” was all he said, voice low and sturn, shutting down any chance of argument, tension so thick it left everyone around you quiet.
he was tired, pissed, and needed you more than anything right now and you couldn’t help but to hook your arms around his stronger one, your smaller frame against his with his bicep pressed up against your breast. “i thought you’d never ask,” you said after smiling and pulling him down to your level by his tie so that your lips brushed against his. yeah, he knew you were all his.
“i see the tension rising…i feel the temperature rising.”
in honor of my man dropping this HEAVEN SENT album🤭! but in all seriousness, i wanted to give you guys a little something because school has been kicking my ASSSS, but i got yall again soon! — ♱. erotica
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“BE A GOOD GIRL FOR DADDY. . .”
content warnings ! : cheating (higuruma is married), corrupt business men, rough sex, nanami and higuruma are mean, cumming on face, creampie, photos taken after, porn w/o plot, names such as: slut, doll, good girl, daddy used, reader is a college student, higuruma and nanami are in their late 30s/early 40s, etcc etcc
word count ! : 1600+
“how about we send your “daddy” a message in return. . .” higuruma stepped in front of you just as you were leaving. you stared up at the man all big eyed and confused. “w-what do you—” your voice was just about a whisper, sentence stopping short when you felt nanami’s body pressed against yours, his chest to your back and his pelvis to your ass.
ceo!nanami and ceo!higuruma who were both very pissed off after an important business meeting with their rival company’s boss—your father—so when you walked inside the conference room on the top floor of the building only a few hours later in your cute little crop top and mini skirt set, high heel shoes, with your hands behind your back and a pout on your plump pink lipgloss coated lips, they were confused. what more could this man want?
“my daddy wanted me to relay a message. . .” you explained, fingers fiddling nervously with the letter your father’s secretary wrote behind your back. “well, out with it,” sighed nanami and you couldn’t help the way your body tensed. you walked around the glass table, slowly making your way to the two large men in suits that eyed you down. you now stood in front of them, holding out the envelope and avoiding their harsh stares before nanami took it from your hands and adjusted his glasses.
the words on the paper he read aloud to higuruma went in one ear and right out the other, your attention on their big, veiny hands, fingers thick and manicured—higuruma’s left adorned by a silver wedding band on his ring finger and nanami’s wrist covered by an expensive watch. they both wore rich suits—higuruma’s the plain black and white whereas nanami’s was his signature white with a blue button up with a brown dotted yellow tie, their muscles bulging through the fabrics.
you watched higuruma’s jaw clench, eyes narrowed at you, and his lips moving as though he were speaking to you, but you were too focused on just how fucking fine your father’s enemies were, your bottom lip inbetween your teeth. “did you hear me?” he spoke, deep voice pulling you out of the trance you were in. your eyes quickly darted between the two of them and upon watching nanami’s hand form a fist, crumbling up the paper, did you start backing away. “i’m sorry…i’m going to be late for class,” you mumbled and it was the last thing you said before the men cornered you.
“m-more! pleasepleaseplease—i need more!” you cried. they you had bent over—nanami holding your wrist that were tied behind your back with his tie to keep you standing, your skirt over your ass and thong pulled to the side so they could glide their fingertips up and down your slick folds, refraining from giving you the satisfaction of their fingers inside your pretty little pussy that pulsated at the mere thought.
“so fucking loud,” higuruma mumbled to himself and before you knew it, he was standing in front of you. you gazed up at him, watching him lick his lips as he undid his pants. he grabbed you by your hair, lifting your head up while creating a slight arch in your back and you came face to face with his long, girthy cock. “this ought to shut you up. . .” he mumbled, eyes narrowed down at you as he slapped his dick against your cheek then guided the oozing angry red tip across your already open mouth, coating your lips in his clear precum.
“look at that, little slut got her mouth all open and ready for me,” higuruma smirked, tapping the fat tip of his cock on your stuck out tongue. fuck, you were ready to have him in your mouth.
his grip on your hair remained strong, especially when he thrusted his full length down your throat. you choked—eyes rolling back to the feeling of the prominent vein running up his cock on your tongue, cheeks hollowing helplessly when tears stung your eyes, threatening to spill and ruin your mascara at any second. he was just so damn big.
your breast bounced to the rough, fast movement of his pelvis coming into contact with your face. you continued to gag, spit lubricating his cock and coating your chin, your tongue moving to swirl around the tip each time he pulled back slightly then back to give the base attention.
“taking this dick down your throat so damn good…you want daddy to cum all over your face, hmm?” he pulled out, his cock pressed firmly against your face as he moved your head down to suck his balls.
you were so distracted, lips wrapped tightly around his left nut, tongue rubbing the base faster the louder you heard his grunts and groans were, that you didn’t hear the sound of nanami’s pants being unbuckled or his fly being unzipped, so drunk on higuruma’s scent and the way his cock roughly hit the back of your throat before, thst you had almost completely forgotten about nanami until he pushed the entirety of his length inside you.
you screamed, eyes rolling back immediately at the feeling of the delicious burn of him stretching you out, filling you to the brim, his fat tip already pressed firmly against that spongy spot inside your tight, gummy walls that made you see stars. “fuckkkk! t-too…much,” you cried out, your hands behind your back pushing against nanami’s pelvis.
“oh? i could’ve sworn you were just begging for more,” nanami teased you, landing a harsh slap on your ass after. “mmm!” you whined, biting down hard on your bottom lip. “come on, i know you can take it. . .” he spoke low, moving his hips back to crash into you again, your ass rippling at the contact.
“oh s-shit!” you drooled, mouth gaped open as gasp spilled from your lips, legs helplessly shaking and cunt squeezing nanami tightly. the only reason you were even still standing was higuruma’s grip on your hair and nanami’s grip on your wrist.
“pussy’s so damn tight. . .” he groaned, pulling out a bit just to slam back into you. nanami watched as your pussy leaked cum all over his cock, making a mess down his balls onto the tiled floor. he stared at the ring of white coating the base and he couldn’t help, but chuckle. “cumming already? too bad i’m not finished with you yet,” he said, setting a fast rhythm of his cock thrusting inside your creamy pussy.
“just be a good girl for daddy and take it, yeah?” nanami grunted, eyebrows furrowing as he gave it to you hard, bullying his cock into you while higuruma took the opportunity of your mouth hung open to thrust himself back in your mouth.
you didn’t know what to focus on, your brain quickly turning to mush with how rough they were both being—their cock’s imprinting themselves into you, your moans from nanami’s dick fucking you so deep sending vibarations throughout higuruma’s body.
tears fell from your eyes, mascara staining your cheeks. your breasts bounced all over the place, legs involuntarily closing together as nanami’s balls slapped against your puffy, throbbing clit with each rough thrust. “shit doll—you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up. . .” higuruma cursed, voice barely above a whisper.
you continued to move your tongue up and down his length even more at the idea of him cumming down your throat, looking up at him through glossy eyes. with one final hard thrust into your mouth, higuruma’s cock twitched—ropes of his cum spilling down your throat before pulling out and jerking himself through the rest of his orgasm, the remainder covering your face.
“yeahh, that’s it…good girl. . .” higuruma groaned, watching you lick your lips happily. “brain-dead slut,” he smirked a vile smirk, slapping his still hard cock against your cheek again. “i think she liked it hiromi…squeezing me even tighter now,” nanami bit his lips, his thrust into your pussy slowly becoming more and more sloppy. “oh really? i knew you were a little whore the second you walked in here in that small ass skirt,” higuruma lifted your chin, pushing his finger into your mouth and with his thumb pressed on your tongue, he spit down your mouth.
“mghh god—shit! gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up, yeah?” nanami cursed at the feeling of you squeezing him yet again at higuruma’s filthy words, letting go of your wrist and now keeping a tight hold on your hips, fingers digging into your skin. “y-yes! please don’t—d-don’t stop!” you loudly babbled, cunt pulsating around his length again, milking him for everything he had as you reached your own orgasm. nanami groaned, his cock twitching, soon after emptying his seed inside you with his tip pressed right against your cervix.
your eyes rolled back, legs shaking, pussy leaking yours and nanami’s mixed cum as you fell to the floor, no longer able to stand. drool seeped from your lips, completely unable to think about annything else, your cunt throbbing around nothing, so fucked out you hardly noticed flash of a phone camera and the snap following after it. soon, higuruma’s phone was flooded with calls and messages, but rather than answering he muted the device. “your father’s going to have to wait a while. after all, i haven’t had my turn inside that little pussy,” he smirked down at you.
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HY I NEED SUM BC DAMNNNN😓😓
Save a horse and…whatever the saying is.
#jjk geto#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen geto#holy fucking shit#i need this man RNNNNN
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— THE LIST OF THINGS IN THE MAKING, TO BE MADE SOON, OR IS READY TO BE A STAR.
REMEMBER, DON’T EVEN TRY IT. THIS WAS MADE STRICTLY FOR READERS WHO WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON! DON’T COPY OR TAKE “INSPIRATION” TO ANYTHING HERE!
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“MOTHER, I BRING YOU FRESH PREY.” ⬎
⭑. request
— needy bsf! satoru gojo
— choso drabble collection, football player choso
⭑. drabbles
— Y.D.L.R song inspired, exboyfriend! ran haitani x reader
— single father! toji x neighbor’s housewife! reader
— VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL song inspired, suguru geto x reader
— AFTER LAST NIGHT song inspirsed, toji fushiguro x reader
—ATTENTION song inspired, nanami kento x reader
⭑. oneshots
— DOUBLE TROUBLE, fratboy! gojo + fratboy! geto x reader
— PROFESSIONAL song inspired, bass player! onyankopon x popstar! reader
⭑. headcannons
— ME U & HENNESSY song inspired, jjk men x reader
— FEEL IT song inspirsed, jjk (or aot) men x bratty reader
⭑. multiple part writings
— sukuna series, paradise II.CARMEN
— gojo series, trilogy I.HIGH FOR THIS
— choso drabble collection (after requested one is done), gbsf yuki + choso x reader
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can you write a gojo smut based off the song luv bug by kevin gates?? HES DEF AN EATTERRR
GOJO JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR PUSSY
satoru HAS to have at least some portion of his day with you on your back, knees to your chest with your legs spread for him to spend hours in between your thighs, slurping at the sweet juices dripping out your soaking wet hole. he’s so damn indecisive, constantly switching between his tongue flicking at your sensitive clit to hear your high pitched moans echoing throughout the room to missing the sweet nectar taste of your arousal oozing out of you and going back to pushing his tongue in and out of your pussy with his large hands gripping the bottom of your marked thighs.
it didn’t matter what he did; whether his tongue was wiggling around the tight gummy walls of your insides with his nose pressed, bumping against your clit, fingers occasionally rubbing firm circles on your bud, making sure she gets the attention she needs or whether he’s finger fucking your cunt with 3 digits, listening to that delicious squelching noise she made each time he pushed deeper, tongue licking, sucking and pulling at your clit. you’d still be left with your legs shaking, trying to close around his head, back arching, his hair tangled between your fingers, tugging at the strands while pushing his face deeper into your core, and face scrunched up from the toe-curling pleasure he continued to give you even multiple orgasms later.
he could never just stop at one. no, he was greedy—mouth attached to your cunt until you were so overstimulated you’d cry and try to push his head away to no avail. he was just so drunk off you—your scent when the tip of his nose was prodding at your hole, your taste when that familiar ring of white painted his fingers and dripped down his palm, your cries and moans that didn’t know whether you wanted him to stop or keep going, your plush thighs that always attempted to trap his head when you came, you, you, you.
he didn’t know what he loved more, you laid back with your legs spread just for him or when he’d express to you how hard his day was and would come home to find you face down, ass up with no panties on, your essence making a mess all over your silk sheets. you’d use your index and middle finger to spread your lips, showing him just how much you missed him, clit all swollen and puffy. that’s it’d take for his bags to be dropped and his shirt to come off.
you never had to ask twice—his hands would quickly find your hips to pull your body closer to him then he’d spit down your ass, watching it fall from your asshole to your pretty, throbbing pussy. his face would be in it immediately, mouth on your clit, nose between your slick folds while he’d tease your cute, tight little asshole before pushing his thumb inside. “f-fuck satoru, a-ahhh!” you’d loudly gasp. oh, how he loved hearing you cry his name while trying to run from him, your body sinking into the mattress after your legs gave out shaking with your eyes in the back of your head and him following you down, finger out your ass to keep your cheeks spread for him because he “knew you had another one in you.”
though, if you think that’s him being feral, just wait until the day you finally gave in to sitting on his face. he’d been asking about this for so long and was so damn eager when you let him—wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you down onto his mouth when your slick dripped onto his pink lips from your hovering, gripping and slapping your ass, guiding your body to ride his tongue. he had completely forgotten about fucking you, his big, girthy cock out and hard, feet planted into the matteess, hips helplessly runting up as his tongue pushed in and out you, the tip of his nose again rubbing against your clit like it always did to take in that scent of yours that always drove him insane.
this quickly became his favorite—being able to look up at you, head thrown back, hips rocking, one hand pulling at his hair, the other playing with your hard nipple, breast bouncing, mouth gaped open. and it was when you glanced down at him, raking your fingers through his hair, did his hips runt up one last time and he came all over his hard abs, the vibration of his groans on your clit causing you to squirt all over his face. you screamed, body raising from his mouth, face and sheets drenched in the clear stream of liquid shooting out of you and all he could think about was getting you to do it again. yep, he was pussy drunk.
i was working on a new oneshot when i got my first request and dropped EVERYTHING i was doing
might’ve gotten a bit TOO excited with this bc i DEFINITELY felt some type of way writing this, but then again kevin gates be talking so damn crazy in his songs i had a lot to work with🤷🏾♀️ — ♱. erotica
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"I WEAR YOUR SPARKLE, YOU CALL ME YOUR MAMA. LET ME PUT ON A SHOW FOR YOU, DADDY."
series m.list! — ♱. erotica
content warnings ! : cheating husbands, vulgar language, reader manipulating(?)/seducing men, reader walking these men like dogs, sexual descriptions, manager is an asshole & threatens reader with sex (doesn’t happen), pet names: daddy, baby girl, ma, mamas, etcc, overexaggerated ideas of torture (also doesn’t happen) because again, sukuna is a bad man, drugs, alcohol, stripclub/stripper, “bandz a make her dance” (like literally), sukuna’s kinda mean, but when isn’t he??
summary ! : It was another night at Planet Erotica. You were trying to make some extra money for your upcoming rent payment only, tonight wasn't really your best night. At least, it wasn’t until you were booked for a private dance by a mysterious man.
word count ! : 4300+
You wore your signature sparkling, rhinestone littered red one piece halter lingerie set—the low neckline stopping a little below your belly button, the piece hugging you body, perfectly highlighting all your curves while the sides only covered enough to hide your nipples and made your breast sit up nice and pretty for the horny audience of men.
It left little to the imagination, though that’s what these men wanted, some going as far as to travel miles just to see you seductively run your hands up and down your body and teasingly bending over in front of them, the thong bottom tightly cupping your pussy whose essence they all wanted dripping down their chin or creaming all over their tiny dicks.
Your plump glossed lips puckering when you blew a kiss on your way out, or when you’d crawl on the stage floor up to the closest man and let him drag your bottom lip down with his thumb as he shoved a stack of bills in your boob. Anything to get a feel, right?
They weren’t able to take their eyes off you as you slowly twirled around the pole, flipped upside down with the back of your knee holding you up on the metal bar. Then when you’d let your arms fall back and switch to both hands on the pole, legs spread wide into a split. Or maybe you’d show off a bit—left leg close to your body while pushing against the pole, toes pointed and head back. It didn’t matter what you did, you always put them in a trance. A trance so deep they were willing to empty their pockets, risk their reputation, marriages, and everything else good they had going for them. Anything to catch a glimpse of “Scarlet”.
You smiled, blowing a kiss at the audience like you always did when your show was over and listening to the roars of the crowd. To say you didn't enjoy the idea of disgusting old men drooling and getting their dicks hard to the sight of you would be an understatement, however it was worth it seeing the money come in as being a waiter definitely didn't pay enough.
You picked up the cash, making sure not to leave a single bill on your way out and while it seemed like a lot in hand, you were rather disappointed once you started counting in the locker room. It wasn't necessarily bad, but you've had way better nights. You frowned, staring at the stack of bills in your hand and thinking over any possible way to make more. Maybe you can ask your boss if you could perform another show or entertain the married men? Because as much as you didn't like sitting on their laps, humping your pussy on their hard on while whispering filthy things into their ear, face in your tits as they moved their hands up and down your body, though never enough to actually place their dirty fingers anywhere near your cunt, you knew it was your second best option.
And so you went, many hungry eyes on your figure as you searched for tonight's plaything. You settled on a man who looked to be in his mid 40s. He had a wedding band visible adorning his left ring finger, an expensive black patterned suit and tie that made you guess he was coming right after work—probably told the wife and kids he'd be working a late shift like most slimy businessmen did.
He left the top 3 buttons of the white button up underneath the black blazer undone, showing the bush of hair he had covering his chest as he sat with his legs spread in the middle of the soft, black leather couch. His hair was thinning and he had a thick cigar between his lips, smoke blowing from his nose and open mouth as he talked to his colleagues. The rest of the men around him seemed just like him—rich, horny, and gullible and you could tell from the way they whistled and pointed their chins at you seeing you walk in their direction. You had your target, but fuck, did these guys make it easy.
"Hey boys, you enjoying yourselves?" you asked, hypnotizing them with the sway of your hips and seating yourself on your chosen guy's left leg. He quickly went from his leaned back spot on his phone, to sitting up, arms wrapped around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He gazed up at you, smirking at you in a way that flashed all his gold teeth. A vile smirk that made your stomach churn—how could someone be so sickening?
You placed your hands on his shoulders and kicked your legs over his other leg, looking down at him from his spot against your breast. You watched as they circled around you, one even going as far as to sit close enough for your feet to be slightly touching him. "Hey sexy," the guy said, a hand now gripping your thigh.
"You looked so good up there," a guy standing behind the couch put his fingers under your chin to turn your head so that you could face him. He smiled at you, teeth stained by the tobacco he was chewing. It took you a bit when you first started to get used to the rather gross atmosphere clubs gave off because they definitely weren't like the movies and when your mind started to wander and notice every gross detail, the money became the only thing keeping you there.
You used to be unable to contain the faces you made when the men touched you with dirt under their nail or when they'd brag about how much better you were than their wife, but now you'd just cover your mouth and let out a short giggle and maybe playfully slap their arm after.
"You really think so? I feel like I could've done better," you looked up at the guy holding your chin big eyed, a pout forming on your lips. "Did those assholes up there not give you your money's worth, mhm?" he dragged this thumb across your bottom lip, watching you shake your head all doe eyed.
"Want daddy to take care of it?" the guy whose lap you were sitting on said to which you gave him your attention again and caressed his check, feeling the hair of his thick beard between your delicate fingers. "Please daddy, please take care of me," you laid your head on top of his, taking the same hand that caressed his cheek and dragging it down his chest. "Please make me feel better," you whispered, playing with the button of his shirt.
You watched him and the rest of the men around you search their pockets for their wallets and that was when you knew you had them. You let their rough hands grope your body, you let them run their credit cards dry on buying drinks for you that you didn't finish, but rather took sips of and poured it down their throats because the drunker they were, the more they ran to the ATM and came back with stacks in their hands to keep you with them longer. You let them put their noses in your neck, taking in your intoxicating scent as they left sloppy, wet kisses just below your neck, stuffing more bills inside your lingerie piece or into your open hand.
"Hey, want to make a hundred grand?" asked the guy beneath you in your ear, slurring his words with his hands gripping your waist to grind your clothed cunt on the tent in his dress pants. You let him drag his tongue and leave a trail of kisses from your collarbone up the behind your earlobe and as disgusting as his chapped lips felt against your skin, all you heard was him giving you the opportunity of a lifetime. "A hundred?" you repeated in a hushed voice.
"That's right, baby. And all you have to do is be a good girl for daddy," he whispered in your ear, his chest against the bare back as his fingertips faintly bushed against your clothed cunt. Oh...that's what he wanted.
Your manager hardly liked you doing what you were doing now, but sex with a customer? He'd be fucking livid—hell, he might even tell your boss. Though...then again, this was a hundred grand we were talking about. You bit your lip, contemplating what to do.
This man was absolutely vile—his hoarse voice in your ear, the stench of his breath his mint gum couldn't even suppress that was most likely the result of a lifelong supply of cigarettes, his dirty fingernails, his gold teeth. He was an unclean, unkempt man and his wedding band that shined in the dim lighting made your sick to your stomach as your mind filled with ideas of a beautiful wife at home taking care of a kid or two, clueless of the fact her husband wasn't working late like he said he would be.
You wanted to get up, take the bottle of beer he was drinking from, douse him over the head with it, and slap him right after. Though...you had bills that desperately needed to be paid and the money from before just wasn't going to cut it.
You turned your head to look him in the eyes and the smirk on his face plus the lust-filled look in his eyes told you all you needed to know. "I want fifty first and the rest after." "Make it twenty-five and you got yourself a deal," he said, his hand holding your chin to ensure your eyes don't wander elsewhere. "Thirty-five or nothing," you frowned and the man just chuckled.
"You make it so hard for me, baby girl," he whispered in your ear before cupping your pussy. You watched him take out his phone and go to his bank account, your heart racing at the idea that this could actually be happening. Hell, with thirty-five grand, you won't even need to fuck him. "How do you want me to send it?" he asked and before you could answer, you heard your manager calling out for you.
"Shit. . ." you cursed watching the pissed man walk up to you once he saw you. "Been looking for you for over half an hour and this is what you're doing?!" he said furious and all you could do was sigh, collect the stacks you were accumulating for the past hour and walk off.
"What I tell you about doing that shit?!" he shouted at you in a hushed voice, following alongside you as you left the group of men, not even looking back when the guy asked you if you'd be back. You didn't answer him, instead shutting him up inside the locker room when you split a stack in half and pushed it to his chest, shoving the rest in your black duffle bag.
"You were saying?" you crossed your arms over your chest, an eyebrow raised watching your manager try and count just how many twenties you handed him. There were many times you should've been fired for doing this, after all he was supposed to tell the boss anytime a rule was broken such as this one, though you always kept him quiet with money men gave you that were almost, if not, higher than his own monthly salary. It was either that, let yourself be fired, or offer up your body because he too was just as infatuated with you as the rest of them.
"This is less than what you normally give me," he frowned. "You say this after you just fucked my chance of thirty-five grand? Oh, you're lucky I gave you anything at all."
"And you're lucky I don't call the boss right now and have you fired or—" "Or have your way with me right here? I wish you would." The two of you glared at one another, the tension in the room thick as your hand gripped the pocket knife deep inside your duffle bag. With how dangerous Las Vegas was, you'd be stupid not to carry around anything for self defense. It wasn't called Sin City for no reason.
You watched him step back and sigh, folding the bills in half and shoving them in his back pocket. "You got a request for a dance," he sat down on the leather couch in the changing room. "That's what you're chasing me around for? I thought you said the boss stopped offering those," you sat down in one of the many makeup chairs, fixing yourself up.
"He did, but this isn't exactly someone you want to say no to." "Why?" you turned back, eyes slightly widening seeing the serious face your manager was making. "Because he'd probably sit and watch on some throne made of human bones as his minions skin me alive. Besides, the boss called and told me to approve it," he said, showing you his phone for proof which made you laugh.
"I'm serious Y/n! He's a very powerful man who could get away with whatever he pleases." "And what makes you think I'd want to give a lap dance to someone who—from the sound of it—would kill me if I didn't do it a certain way?" you asked, playing along with the bullshit spewing from his mouth. A throne of human bones? Torture? How many brain fucking drugs has this guy taken pervious years before you met him?
"He specifically requested you. I mean, who wouldn't?" he mumbled the last bit and you watched him look you up and down with red tinted eyes from whatever he was smoking all night. You spun back around in your chair, leaning forward to fix your lipliner and lipstick, rolling your eyes.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, seeing your manager walking up to you. His chest was against your bare back, leaning down to whisper directly into your ear despite you leaning your body to the side in an attempt to back away.
"He's offered me ten g's alone to ask you so whatever he's willing to give you for even going in there will be much more than that measly thirty-five thousand you were bitching about," he said, his words making you freeze. "That's absurd," you frowned, but were quickly convinced when he showed you the transaction in his bank account.
Your heart raced as you made your way to the private room and you started to take him a little more seriously seeing two tall, well built men in black suits and shades standing on either side of the door. Bodyguards to go to a strip club? Though maybe they were henchmen.
You reached your hand to knock on the door when one of them roughly grabbed your wrist, the other reaching his hand behind his back. Was he about to pull a gun on you? "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, gripping your wrist tight enough to potentially leave a bruise. "I was requested, you asshole! Now let go of me," you tried pulling your wrist back to no avail and before the guy could say anything, somebody opened the door.
"Hey, let her go or I'll break your wrist. You know he doesn't like to be kept waiting," someone said, playing a hand on the guy's wrist. You watched the man quickly unhand you, looking absolutely terrified of this person who was way smaller than him. They had white hair with a distinct thick reddish-pink line running horizontally across it. Their eyes were this pretty dark pink, adorned by long lashes, thin eyebrows furrowed from being visibly pissed off.
"Now apologize," they said, expression serious. "S-sorry ma'am! I didn't know you were her, I-I swear!" the man practically begged for your forgiveness, leaving you completely stunned. What the hell was going on?! "O-oh um...don't worry about it," you stammered, worried that if you weren't to forgive him something may happen to him.
"Thanks," you look at the person though they only smiled and nodded at you before letting you inside the room. On the velvet couch in the middle of the room sat a man. His head was leaned back, cigar hanging from his lips with his legs spread.
He had on a black suit jacket over a dark red, silk button shirt, the top 4 buttons undone revealing a bit of his hard chest, paired with black trousers and dress shoes. His strong jaw line, dark red eyes, and tattooed littered face was adorned by messy spiky light pink hair. He had a large, rather veiny hand on his lap, a hint of another tattoo on his wrist showing as his other arm was behind his head. You watched him tilt his head up, low intimidating eyes staring into your widened ones.
To be fair, you weren't expecting an attractive, tatted man who looked to be in his late 20s to early 30s effortlessly manspreading on the couch, a smirk now taking form on his lips upon seeing you that showed his pearly, and a bit pointy, white teeth.
He looked expensive—hell he smelled expensive. Though his presence almost made you feel...small. A menacing aura that made those around him scared that he might harm them in some way, but at the same time, something about him obviously made others respect him and his authority.
You assumed it had to be money from how nice his suit was or how rich his cologne smelled, but no, it must've been his status. But how high of a status did he have for your stubborn, rule abiding boss to give him special exceptions? Though maybe his looks had something to do with it too because as much as you didn't wish to admit it, you'd let this man do anything he wanted to you no matter how crazy it may be.
"Uraume, close the door on your way out," his deep voice rang through your ears and you watched them utter a "yes, of course" then exit the room. What was this? "Come, sit," he said, patting his lap to which you nodded and slowly walked over.
He took one last hit of his cigar before burning it out in the ashtray placed on the arm of the couch, smoke blowing in your face as his large hands went on your waist when your own hands held his shoulders to steady yourself, sitting with your legs on either side of him.
“No touching, it’s the rule for private dances,” you said, not noticing how fast your heart was racing upon looking into his dark red eyes. Truth be told, you couldn’t care less about any of the rules this club had, everyone knew that. However, this man’s touch left a lingering, hot sensation on your skin that you weren’t sure just how much more of it you could take.
He chuckled in amusement, but played along, his arms spread back behind the couch like before, looking you up and down while awaiting your next move though you remained frozen. “What’s wrong, Mamas?” he asked, an arrogant smirk on his face as he raised an eyebrow at you.
“N-nothing,” you stammered despite trying to keep your composure. None of the men out there, even the more attractive ones who came every now and then had the ability to make you as nervous as this one did and it shocked you to your core.
“Can I ask you a question?” he sat up a bit more from his slouch position, moving with such ease even with you on his lap. You hummed, the grip of your hands on his shoulders slightly tightening due to your nerves. “I watch you every night after your shows let even the filthiest of men touch you for your own benefit even though it’s never much and goes against the “code of conduct” I know you couldn’t care less for yet speak about,” he said, words making your eyes widen and your heart sink to the pits of your stomach.
The mysterious “bad man” basically just admitted to stalking you with a straight face and eye contact so intense, so intimidating that you felt helpless. Your eyes slowly darted around the room, though it didn’t last long before his left hard went from behind the couch to rather harshly grabbing your chin to keep your eyes in him.
“No touching. . .” you said, voice barely above a whisper, though he didn’t listen this time. “What makes you think I won’t benefit you more than those old fucks out there?” his eyes slightly narrowing at you when you didn’t answer, at a complete loss for words.
“One of my men overheard you making a deal with someone. What was it?” he asked, almost demanding an answer. You were so used to men being submissive towards you, falling to their knees just to kiss the tip of your feet that this guy’s dominant demeanor had your cunt dripping and pulsating from his words alone.
“Thirty-Five—” “That’s it?” He laughed loudly, that arrogant smirk coming right back when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him, your chest against his. “I’ll give you three times that plus a tip if you quit acting like you abide by the rules and give me the ten thousand dollar dance I paid for.” he said, his voice now low with a hand rubbing up and down your bare back. Over a hundred grand without you having to get naked?
“Impossible,” you voiced exactly what you were thinking, frowning at the man before you. Though he didn’t say anything, instead directing your attention over to a black bag residing underneath the black wooden coffee table. “Mind if I see for myself?” you turned back to him, still in disbelief, but he just moved his arms back behind the couch, bouncing his right leg and your body along with it.
“Seriously? Show me some credit,” he scoffed, “dance for me. just one song and you can take the bag and go.” Really? That easy? To say you were skeptical would be an understatement, but still you stood up, flipped through to CD options for the vinyl, chose a sensual five minute song, and took a seat back on his lap.
With your hands back on his shoulders, you whined your body against him to the rhythm of the song, your hips grinding back and forth against his lap as your hands explored each hard bump on his strong chest and abs. He smirked, pulling another cigar from his pants pocket, placing it between his teeth, and lighting it before you.
With his lighter put away again, his hands went to grab your hips once your hands went behind you to hold onto his knees. He guided you in his hands, the friction of your clothed sexes bumping against one another causing him to occasionally grunt and grip you tighter while you bit down on your bottom lips.
“You’re so good at that, Ma. . .” he whispered, his eyes on your body against his. You didn’t verbally acknowledge his praise, but he knew it did something to you when you started showing off your best moves and touching him more than before. When his hands moved down to your ass, you pulled yourself up.
Your arms were now hanging behind him over the couch, your knees digging into the soft cushion when you lifted yourself up every now again to press your body against him. One of his strong arms wrapped around your figure to keep you pressed against while he kept a free hand squeezing your ass to which you gasped.
You stared down at him, lips parted and eyes darting around his face to take in each of his features—his chiseled jawline, his low, dark red eyes that continued to intimidate you, smoke blowing from his nose when he took one final hit before sitting it down for a minute, eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips forming a straight line as he studied you up close. His many dark tattoos, each lined and shaped with intent adorning his face made you wonder if he had any underneath his expensive suit.
Your heart continued to race and he could tell you were nervous from the way you absentmindedly nibbled on your lip. Though to be far, he put you in a trance much like how you did to the rest of the club with your shows. Something about him made you want to know everything there was to know about him. Where did he get his money from? What do the lines and symbols his tattoos create mean? Why does he have men at his every beck and call? Why did he watch you, call you specifically? What was his name?
“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You were stunned by the suddenness of his question. Why does he care? As curious as you were about him, it was also clear he was a dangerous man so anything he knew about you needed to be minimalized. “Scarlet.”
“That’s your stripper name.” “I know.” “Why can’t you tell me your real name?” “You don’t seem like the type of guy I should entangle myself with.” “I’m not, but that didn’t stop you from coming in here did it?” “You threatened my boss.” He laughed at this, shrugging in response.
“And yet you probably want to know more about me, don’t you?” he asked and this time you shrugged in response. “Touché,” he smirked at you, grabbing his still lit cigar from the ashtray beside you, placing it between his lips and letting the smoke fill his lungs. He then placed it back down on the ashtray and harshly slapped your ass after.
He let out a satisfied hum when you gasped and smirked at you for the nth time that night, his pearly white teeth flashing at you. “Next time, it’ll be Sukuna requesting you and I expect you to come faster,” he said, his voice low, smoke blowing in your face with each word.
“LIKE A DRUGGIE, LIKE I TOLD YOU. . . YAYO, YEAH YOU, YAYO.”
a/n: i hope you guys like this first chapter because after tumblr kicked me out mid reread, i gave up proofreading😁! — ♱. erotica
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PARADISE
WHY? WHO, ME? WHY?
Vegas is a costly city and desperate times call for desperate measures when your trying to keep a roof over your head and food in your stomach. A waitress at a fancy resturant during the early hours of cool summer nights and the city's best stripper past 12AM, making most of the revenue for the club, but what happens when your #1 fan is the city's rich, infamous drug lord?
“NEED YOU, BABY, LIKE I BREATHE YOU, BABY!”
PROCEED WITH CAUTION! This mini-series contains the following: all types of drugs (serious ones too), guns, violence, death, descriptions of blood/injuries, sex, BDSM and other kinks (nothing too crazy), HEAVY smut and angst, many other illegal acts, clubs/strip clubs, VIVA LAS VEGAS, penthouse living, "good girl gone bad", sukuna is a bad man with a soft spot for you, sukuna still has his marks, but they’re more like tats, falling in love with your "sugar daddy", etcc etcc!
DISCLAIMERS: this series is a random mix of lana del ray songs in no particular order!
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I. YAYO
"I WEAR YOUR SPARKLE, YOU CALL ME YOUR MAMA. LET ME PUT ON A SHOW FOR YOU, DADDY."
It was another night at Planet Erotica. You were trying to make some extra money for your upcoming rent payment only, tonight wasn't really your best night. At least, it wasn’t until you were booked for a private dance by a mysterious man.
II. CARMEN
“IT’S ALARMING, HONESTLY, HOW CHARMING SHE CAN BE. FOOLING EVERYONE, TELLING THEM SHE’S HAVING FUN.”
Sorry, she’s not performing yet. . .
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obviouslyy there’s isn’t a “no” option because i plan to do this anyways because the amount of idea’s i have when listening to these songs on repeat is driving me fucking crazy—
like i’d probably have it like my last gojo drabble, but a forming situationship of two ig “players” who almost know nothing about each other, but still want each other for themselves though refuse to settle down (making it a BIT toxic) in more depth than i had it last time (of course that’s not it, but that’s the basics)! might even throw some x geto in there to piss of gojo like what are we thinking??
and if yall think THAT’S a good idea, this is totally random but, just wait till i put my kiss land oneshot collection idea in plan for the aot men. it’s the same concept as my eren yeager oneshot inspired by the weeknd’s kiss land song, but it’s different scenerioes with different characters, inspired by each song in the album! oh i can’t wait until i have a long ass break from school and a new computer. . .
is it a bit TOO obvious i’m an XO girl😓
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my followers # is so pretty like 444?! 🤭 okay, but let me be FR, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT❤️. i’ve been so busy with school and track being back in season like it’s been A LOTTT! but i’ve been working, i swear and not just on this new time consuming ass theme (not doing another one for a while because what?)
i love that yall are loving the new choso collection as much as i am because 2k+ on the first post, almost 700 on the second, and 300+ on the m.list?! like DAMN👀! i can’t wait to add more to that AND show yall the new stuff i have in store (like ts im dropping tn)!!!
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— OTW, MOVIE NIGHT
drabble collection m.list !
“what are you guys watching?” a voice from behind the couch spoke. you looked up to find choso hovering over you, his body leaned to rest his arms on the soft cushion on the back of the couch. he stared down at you, an unreadable expression on his face as his strong, tattooed arms dangled on either side of you.
“a horror movie,” yuji said, mouth full of popcorn from the far, curved end of the couch. he didn’t bother turning around since he immediately recognized his brother’s voice, but you were put in a trance, eyes on his chiseled jawline, his pink tinted lips, those narrow, dark purple eyes, his shoulder-length hair out of its ususl ponytails, the dark strands perfectly framing his face. your eyes averted, unintentionally landing on his hands—his big, veiny hands, fingers thick, adorned by silver rings.
fuck, you needed this man. you pressed your thighs together, trying to suppress that throbbing feeling between your legs without it being obvious, though unbeknownst to you, choso was closely watching your every move.
he noticed the way your breath hitched when he stood over you, your eyes on his despite him facing his brother, the way you nervously bit the inside of your cheek, but it was that moment then and there that made him ask to join you two.
“yeah, whatever,” yuji said, not paying much attention, but you tensed. how the hell were you supposed to focus on the movie with him here?! “y/n? is that alright with you?” he asked, now leaned in so close you almost bumped noses.
“h-huh? oh uh..yeah, t-that’s cool,” you stammered and when he went back upstairs to get a blanket, you couldn’t help, but cringe. “get a grip. . .” you mumbled to yourself, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. however, it was proven pointless when choso, despite the seemingly endless amount of places he could sit, sat right next to you.
your eyes widened and you forced yourself to stare at the tv. he was so close—so close his cologne was all you could smell even with you buttery bowl of popcorn resting beside you to you, so close that the blanket he bought for himself ended up covering the both of you, so close that his muscular thigh was brushing against your plush one under the sheets and the fact the both of you were wearing shorts made the tension even more unbearable.
your leg began bouncing due to your nerves, continuously bumping his until he placed a hand down on the middle of your thigh. you gasped just as the movie tried to scare you three and while yuji thought nothing of it, you and choso both glanced at each other knowingly.
it was when yuji fell asleep mid movie, his loud snores filling the room and almost overpowering the screaming woman on the tv did choso’s hand start inching up your thigh. you turned to face him though he just stared at the tv despite his hand so close to where he knew you needed him.
“just focus on the movie,” he said quietly, his hand now going past the band of your shorts, dipping into your panties. and when the next loud scream erupted from a new victim on the screen, all choso could hear was the soft squelch your pussy made when he pushed two thick fingers inside and the breathy gasp you let out from the stretch.
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ON THE WAY — DRABBLE COLLECTION
"I'M ON MY WAY, I'M COMIN."
A collection of choso drabbles with the “bestfriend’s older brother” trope!
"I BEEN ALONE ALL NIGHT, I GOT YOU ON MY MIND."
HEY! Before you start reading, the following contains: STRAIGHT SMUT, choso playing different sports, various scenerios, threesomes, semi-public sex, MOSTLY dom choso, orgasm control, breath play, spanking, BDSM, marking, degration & praise, dacryphilia(?), VARIOUS PET NAMES, hints of both lesbian & straight sex, rouch & soft sex, “making movies”, AND MANY MORE (of course, nothing too crazy though)💋!
DISCLAMERS: None of these drabbles create a story line! It’s just me playing around with different ideas with Choso which will explain why at one point he could be a football player and the next an artist or something. Everything in this m.list is strictly smut/suggestive unless I mark something otherwise!
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1. ON THE WAY (THE PROLOGUE)
2. MOVIE NIGHT
3. in construction. . .
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NGLLLL I WOULD’VE CAVED IMMEDIATLEY🤷🏾♀️
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
—in which toji is constantly fucking women and disturbing your peace. your complaints lead to you becoming one of them.
pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! college reader
cw: smut, breeding, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, toji being a cocky prick, unsafe sex, ass slapping, mentions of cervix touching
Ever since you heard about your next door neighbor Mr. Fushiguro going through a divorce, things have been hell. For you.
From the day he first moved into the apartment, constantly arguing on the phone with his ex wife about whose turn it was to watch his son, Megumi.
When Megumi is over, everything’s quiet, and you finally get a chance to rest your head and relax in peace. Doing some studying and cleaning in the quiet atmosphere.
You wished the black haired boy would stay for just a day longer, because Toji is back to his usual self hours later. Bringing in young college girls one after the other. Fucking them hard against his headboard as they let out loud cries of daddy. It was annoying. You could even stay inside anymore to get work done.
At every hour of the day he seemed to be active, fucking through all sorts of women, the shaking of your thin bedroom wall never coming to an end as high pitched moans echoed through.
It was getting to the point where you couldn’t take it. You were so fed up. Didn’t he ever get tired? Tired of promising these young desperate girls to call them back only to throw away their numbers and fuck their friends the next day.
Weeks go by and nothing changes, Megumi coming over for a silent three days then leaving again. Giving his father enough time to fuck any feelings for his ex wife out of his system.
You swore you couldn’t take it, you had barely been able to study, occasionally spending an hour or two in a nearby café between classes. When you noticed your grades slipping, your eyes having prominent bags at the lack of sleep, you groan loudly in frustration. Finding your legs moving before you could even process it.
Your fist raising to knock on the man’s door once, then twice, with no answer. You huffed, going in to knock a third time before the door swung open. A tall, muscular man towering over you with a scowl. “What?”
Your eyes widened as you scanned over his body, his perfectly sculpted face, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the very distinct outline in his sweats.
The man cleared his throat, a smirk gracing his face when he startled you out of your intense drooling. “Now, what do we have here?” he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side with crossed arms as he rested against the door’s frame. “Here to get your turn doll?”
You gulped, finding it harder to spit out your words as the Fushiguro man stared you down. “I.. I’m here to ask you to keep the noise down, some people have actual work to do.”
Toji whistled, “Oh? A bold one huh? I like it,” His hand reaching under your chin to make you look fully up at him. “you’re a pretty little thing you know,” he spoke, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “wonder what you’d look like ruined underneath me.”
You ignored the flutter that went off in your pussy, clenching your thighs discreetly as you glared. “Just keep the noise down okay old man? I'm trying to study.”
Toji could feel his cock grow harder, you were just what he needed. “So i’m an old man now? That’s a first, usually girls like you just call me daddy.” he shrugged, “but it’s okay, you’ll get there.”
You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, annoyance written all over your face to mask the arousal swirling in your stomach. He’d probably fucked the entire neighborhood by now, including the campus, so you weren’t gonna fall for his sick charms. You just hoped he complied and kept the place quiet, you didn’t need that usual noise the day before your big test.
Toji had surprisingly did as you asked, and you sighed in content as you read through the pages of your notes. Your pen in your hand finding itself in between your teeth as you bit down softly. You got what you wanted, so why was your mind running wild with thoughts of the Fushiguro man’s hands on your body as he fucked you like all of those other girls.
You shifted in your seat, one leg over the other to bring stimulation to your needy clit making you whimper softly. You couldn’t let yourself give in.
Another week passed and you once again found yourself in the same noisy predicament. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the man more than twice your age. Way too old for you yet just so.. hot. Toji Fushiguro had become your fantasy.
And it was unbearable.
Hearing all these moans day and night. Hearing Toji’s loud grunts and groans as he no doubt left them with the best fuck of their lives.
It was Thursday, and Megumi would be coming tomorrow per routine, so you’d finally get a break then. But, you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted an excuse to go over there. Your face serious as you banged on his door.
You waited a minute, a shirtless Toji emerging into the door frame as it flew open. Toji smirked, “Ah, you again.” His sweatpants hung dangerously low beneath the start of his v line, black hair messy as his tongue darted out to swipe across his lips. “Finally came to your senses?”
His last fuck had left right before you came, coincidentally of course.
“N-no.” you objected sternly. “I’m here to ask you again to just be.. what are yo-“
You swallowed hard when he began stalking towards you, a sinister grin on his face as you were backed up against a wall. His breath fanned your head as he bent his neck. Hands on the walls near each side of your face. “Your face says otherwise, doll.”
“No it d-doesn’t.. you’re just a cocky old man preventing me from getting things done.”
Toji’s brow raised with a deep hearty chuckle, “Back to that nickname i see,” His hand grabbing hold of your cheeks and squeezing them together. “Gonna have to clean that mouth of yours, teach you how to be a good girl.”
You whimpered lowly, feeling wetness pool between your legs as you looked up through your lashes. Toji’s eyes trailing to your glossy lips as he inhaled sharply. “Don’t worry, this dirty old man’s lips are clean”
Pressing his lips roughly to yours, your eyes widening as you gripped the edge of your skirt with a moan. Toji smirked against your lips, his hands hooking beneath your legs as he lifted you up. Your frame so much smaller in comparison to his larger one.
Toji was quick to bring you inside. And you found yourself sitting on the man’s lap, your skirt bunched up at your hips as he hammered up into your wet cunt with brute force. His hands kneading into the flesh of your ass each time you ground your hips onto him.
You let out a loud mewl, his thick cock stretching you out and grazing against your gummy walls as he fucked you deep. Feeling him within your stomach when you cried out. “Fushiguro-san— ah, so- ngh g-ood.”
“That’s not my name doll, try again.” he growled deeply, landing his palm onto your ass in a hard slap. And you whimpered tearfully at the sting. “T-toji—” Another harsh smack burning through your flesh making you let out a cry. “Last chance.”
You moaned loudly, your back arching as Toji slammed into you. “D-daddy, ahh daddy, o-oh fuckk—,”
Toji hummed in satisfaction, “Look at you, thought i was a dirty old man hmm?” His teeth biting softly at the delicate skin of your neck, his pelvis hitting your red puffy folds relentlessly. “Moaning for me like a little slut, so fucking pretty.”
You let out a shaky cry, “Haah— F-fushiguro-san,” Your pussy clenched down on his girth, his rough hand making its way around your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look at him. “Not gonna fucking tell you again.”
You mewled, “‘M sorry— nngh,” Your back arching when Toji bullied his cock deeper into you.
“Still waiting doll.” he grunted, eyes dark as his grip on your throat tightened, your moans and whimpers loud as his thighs noisily met your sticky cunt. “D-addy— ahh- so good,” you cried, feeling his angry tip forcing its way to your cervix, kissing the entrance with each harsh thrust.
“Good fucking girl, you’re getting there” he grinned with a groan. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, your pussy gushing messily onto him as loud squelching sounds filled the room. “Pussy’s so fucking tight— better be on the pill cause i’m botta cum in that pretty pussy, shit.”
“Ah— nngh daddy, ‘m close- gonna cum.” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back and your lips parting in a string of incoherent babbles, Toji’s thrusts sloppy as he groaned.
“Gonna cum on this old man’s dick yeah?” He teased cockily, “Had so much talk for someone who’s falling apart on my cock.” Toji grunted, “Bet ya sat there listening like a lil perv, your hand down your panties hmm?”
You shook your head no with a cry, “Uh uh- ahh— wasn’t.”
“Sure about that? Sure you didn’t sit there and fantasize about me fucking you like a little slut?” His hand reached down to rub at your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth.
Your breathing sped up as you felt a coil buildup in your stomach. Your body shaking with pure ecstasy. You let out a high pitched scream, the stimulation to your g spot making your head go fuzzy. Vision turning white as you clenched down tightly on Toji’s cock.
“O-oh fuck— ‘m cumming— ah, cumming daddy.” Toji’s hand pressed down harder on your throat, the pressure restricting your air flow making you let out a choked mewl. Tears welling in your eyes as his heavy balls smacked against your ass.
“Nngh—” The ring of white thickened at his base as you let out whiny cries. Toji’s hand working small circles on the sensitive bud before he brought his lips to your ear. His voice deep and gruff as he groaned. “Fuck doll- squeezing me so tight, come on and scream for me.” He breathed, “make a mess on my cock.”
Toji’s mean pace became too much, a tight pull in your stomach as your mouth fell open, legs trembling with loud cries as an unfamiliar feeling washed over you.
It was heavenly, your brain going dumb and your pupils disappearing behind heavy lids as you screamed loudly, head falling back and nails digging into his shoulders as you fell off the edge.
Toji never slowing the movement of his hips, still hammering up into you despite the mess you were making on his thighs. Your pussy spraying streams after streams of clear liquid as you arched your hips, grinding back and forth to ride out your squirting orgasm.
“Even fucking louder than any of my previous fucks.” he laughed, “Wonder what the neighbors would say, went from being a whiny little bitch to being the same thing you complained about.”
You let out a whine, Toji flipping you abruptly onto your back, his hand still around your neck as the position allowing him to hit even deeper. “Fuck,” he grunted, his words in between each thrust. “gonna fucking breed that pussy so deep.” Letting out a low groan at the last thrust, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss as he bottomed out.
A whimper fell past your lips into his when you felt him fill you up, his cum shooting in hot thick spurts along the walls of your cunt.
He smirked as he pulled away, watching you pant heavily. “Would make such a good breeding bunny.” Dipping his fingers past your lips and resting them on the back of your tongue. “Might have to keep you around, can’t be disturbed if you’re the one making the noise now can you?”
You shook your head tiredly, forcing your eyes to stay open as Toji pulled out of you. His sticky cum seeping out of your fluttering pussy slowly. Your brain was still so clouded, blinking in and out of blurry vision.
Toji hid the smile threatening to creep up onto his face, his face neutral as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. “Rest if you need to, then leave.” He said nonchalantly, trying to seem like his usual self despite the fact that he had not kicked you out yet. Which was something he never did, let a girl stay any longer than a second after sex.
The man would never admit it, but there was just something about you.
He wanted to make you his pretty little doll.
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FINALLY, SOMEBODY’S SAID IT🙏 I LOVE ALL CHOSO FICS DON’T GET ME WRONG BUT I LOVE WHEN I SEE HIM BEING ABSOULTELY FERAL
Dom, needy, (clingy) choso.
Dom + needy is such a sexy combo😔
OMG yess i don't know why it's rare to see fanfics about choso being the dominate instead of submissive.
did you see this man? choso wouldn't need you to teach him about sex, because he will follow his instinct like an animal in heat. sniffing your arousal in, and he would immediately get hard, throbbing in his pants. your scent grew stronger as you get wetter and hornier. choso gets so drunk off it that he follows what his leaking cock is telling him.
his huge body getting on top of you as he shoves his face into your needy clothed pussy. inhaling the scent before he tears your panties with his teeth and dives in. ;3
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YOUR THEMEEEE IS SO PRETTYYYY MAMA 🙇♀️
OMGGG THANK YOU SMMM🤭🤍
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— GET YOU
(part of erotica’s and lovae’s valentines special💋)
suguru geto who woke you up by littering kisses all over your face. you laughed, jokingly pushing on his forehead to get him away from you, but instead he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. “happy valentine’s day, my love,” he whispered to you, kissing your lips. “suguru! i probably have morning breath!” you whined, trying to push him away from you again. “you know i don’t care about that, y/n,” he chuckled softly, the warm smile on his face triggering one on yours. you laughed with him, entangling your fingers in his long black hair and propping yourself on your elbows to press your lips against his again.
“where did you run off to so early in the morning?” you asked, finally taking notice of the fact he had on clothes, shoes, and your favorite cologne of his soaked onto his clothes and skin as you watched him sit on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. “well, i had to give my beautiful girlfriend the best for our first valentine’s day today,” he leaned down, reaching for something beneath him. you playfully rolled your eyes and though he didn’t see it, he heard it in your voice when you teased him for being so cheesy.
“don’t pretend you don’t like it when i say stuff like that,” he glanced over his shoulder to look at you, a stupid smirk on his face, eyebrow raised as you jokingly slapped his shoulder. “happy valentine’s day, love,” suguru turned around holding a big, pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and hot homemade breakfast in the other. “suguruuuu!” you were in awe, tears almost stinging your eyes as you smiled at him. of the boyfriends you had in your lifetime, nobody treated you like he did in such a short period of time, everyday making sure you knew he loved him in little ways, but this made it clear to you that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man.
“i know it may not seem like much right now, but trust me when i say you have a long day ahead of you, baby,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously once you took the flowers. “no, it’s perfect! i just wish i had a vase as pretty as the flowers,”you looked around the room, but once you face him again, he had one in hand as if he planned for this exact moment. “i knew you’d say that,” he chuckled. you grabbed the vase and quickly started placing the flowers in it, watching how pretty they spread out at the end.
your smile never left your face as you put it on your bed side. he waited until you turned back around and looked at him to kiss you again. “i don’t know if you noticed, but i made your favorite,” he said, his breath fanning your face from your lips being only inches away from each other. “yeah, i noticed,” you chuckled, smiling into the kiss you pulled him back into, hand placed on his cheek. though the breakfast he made for you was quickly forgotten when he climbed on top of you and started kissing down your neck.
"o-oh...shitt—" you gasped at the feeling of suguru tongue drag from your ass down to your sensitive clit. you learned a long time ago this man didn't care. he was you on all fours, back arched and face in your pillow as he ate you from the back. he paid full attention to the sound you made like he typically did as he licked and sucked at your clit, his nose brushing against your pussy while his thumb teased your hole. the pad of his finger rubbed up and down your glistening slit then dragged to the side, pulling your pussy lips to the side to which your cunt spasmed around nothing. he was such a tease.
your eyebrows furrowed, biting down on your bottom lip, his strong hands on your hips and trying to pull you even closer to him so that your pretty pussy would in his face, juices dripping down his chin when he finally gave your hole some much needed attention. his thumb rubbed circles on your clit as he licked you up and down, sometimes pushing his tongue inside to feel, tease, and lightly stretch your tight gummy walls that knew what was coming next would be even better from the way they squeezed around his wet muscle.
he continued to switched back and forth between tongue fucking you and licking as your pretty folds, to sucking, tugging, and pressing his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves. he was making you feel so good you hadn't even noticed the way you were desperately backing your ass against him more, the tip of his nose prodding at the entrance of your hole. or when your hand went behind you to push his face deeper into your pussy, fingers gripping tightly as his black locks of hair. fuck, he was always so skilled with his tongue.
his fingers were just as skilled—pumping in and out of your soaking wet hole, your slick coating his nose and chin, dripping down his wrist as he twisted his digits inside you. he curled them—feeling at your walls for that particular spot he knew would make your eyes roll back and legs shake uncontrollable and when you did find it, he pressed his fingers onto it with each thrust.
"suguru! f-fuckkk!" you screamed, moaning even louder when he went from 2 fingers inside your to 3. you gripped the bed sheets beneath you, gasping from the feeling of your pussy squeezing his fingers to the point where you could feel every detail of his digits and it was driving you closer and closer to cumming all over him. with his mouth on your clit and 3 fingers in your pussy, he moved his other hand that was tightly gripping your hips to having his thumb in your ass.
your fingers gripped his hair even tighter, your hand moving from gripping the sheets to pinching at your hard nipples to stimulate yourself even further. you were about to cum, your eyes in the back of your head, pussy squelching loudly each time his fingers reached deeper in your hole all while keeping his thumb still inside you. "yes! j-just like that, fuckkkk 'm cumming suguru!" you cried out, body falling deep into the mattress as an attempt to get away from him when he started to overstimulate your sensitive pussy with his fingers and very sensitive clit with his mouth.
he took his thumb out your ass, slapping it right after as he followed you down, not moving his mouth away from you for his fingers from inside your tight walls as you creamed all over his fingers. "f-fuck!" you screamed, legs shaking when you pushed his face away from you. you were breathing heavily as you looked back at him, his face covered in your juices and he just licked his lips and smirked at you. "can you sit on my face next?"
i just know he’s fucking nasty with it🤭
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— GET YOU
(part of erotica’s and lovae’s valentines special💋)
suguru geto who woke you up by littering kisses all over your face. you laughed, jokingly pushing on his forehead to get him away from you, but instead he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. “happy valentine’s day, my love,” he whispered to you, kissing your lips. “suguru! i probably have morning breath!” you whined, trying to push him away from you again. “you know i don’t care about that, y/n,” he chuckled softly, the warm smile on his face triggering one on yours. you laughed with him, entangling your fingers in his long black hair and propping yourself on your elbows to press your lips against his again.
“where did you run off to so early in the morning?” you asked, finally taking notice of the fact he had on clothes, shoes, and your favorite cologne of his soaked onto his clothes and skin as you watched him sit on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. “well, i had to give my beautiful girlfriend the best for our first valentine’s day today,” he leaned down, reaching for something beneath him. you playfully rolled your eyes and though he didn’t see it, he heard it in your voice when you teased him for being so cheesy.
“don’t pretend you don’t like it when i say stuff like that,” he glanced over his shoulder to look at you, a stupid smirk on his face, eyebrow raised as you jokingly slapped his shoulder. “happy valentine’s day, love,” suguru turned around holding a big, pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and hot homemade breakfast in the other. “suguruuuu!” you were in awe, tears almost stinging your eyes as you smiled at him. of the boyfriends you had in your lifetime, nobody treated you like he did in such a short period of time, everyday making sure you knew he loved him in little ways, but this made it clear to you that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man.
“i know it may not seem like much right now, but trust me when i say you have a long day ahead of you, baby,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously once you took the flowers. “no, it’s perfect! i just wish i had a vase as pretty as the flowers,”you looked around the room, but once you face him again, he had one in hand as if he planned for this exact moment. “i knew you’d say that,” he chuckled. you grabbed the vase and quickly started placing the flowers in it, watching how pretty they spread out at the end.
your smile never left your face as you put it on your bed side. he waited until you turned back around and looked at him to kiss you again. “i don’t know if you noticed, but i made your favorite,” he said, his breath fanning your face from your lips being only inches away from each other. “yeah, i noticed,” you chuckled, smiling into the kiss you pulled him back into, hand placed on his cheek. though the breakfast he made for you was quickly forgotten when he climbed on top of you and started kissing down your neck.
"o-oh...shitt—" you gasped at the feeling of suguru tongue drag from your ass down to your sensitive clit. you learned a long time ago this man didn't care. he was you on all fours, back arched and face in your pillow as he ate you from the back. he paid full attention to the sound you made like he typically did as he licked and sucked at your clit, his nose brushing against your pussy while his thumb teased your hole. the pad of his finger rubbed up and down your glistening slit then dragged to the side, pulling your pussy lips to the side to which your cunt spasmed around nothing. he was such a tease.
your eyebrows furrowed, biting down on your bottom lip, his strong hands on your hips and trying to pull you even closer to him so that your pretty pussy would in his face, juices dripping down his chin when he finally gave your hole some much needed attention. his thumb rubbed circles on your clit as he licked you up and down, sometimes pushing his tongue inside to feel, tease, and lightly stretch your tight gummy walls that knew what was coming next would be even better from the way they squeezed around his wet muscle.
he continued to switched back and forth between tongue fucking you and licking as your pretty folds, to sucking, tugging, and pressing his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves. he was making you feel so good you hadn't even noticed the way you were desperately backing your ass against him more, the tip of his nose prodding at the entrance of your hole. or when your hand went behind you to push his face deeper into your pussy, fingers gripping tightly as his black locks of hair. fuck, he was always so skilled with his tongue.
his fingers were just as skilled—pumping in and out of your soaking wet hole, your slick coating his nose and chin, dripping down his wrist as he twisted his digits inside you. he curled them—feeling at your walls for that particular spot he knew would make your eyes roll back and legs shake uncontrollable and when you did find it, he pressed his fingers onto it with each thrust.
"suguru! f-fuckkk!" you screamed, moaning even louder when he went from 2 fingers inside your to 3. you gripped the bed sheets beneath you, gasping from the feeling of your pussy squeezing his fingers to the point where you could feel every detail of his digits and it was driving you closer and closer to cumming all over him. with his mouth on your clit and 3 fingers in your pussy, he moved his other hand that was tightly gripping your hips to having his thumb in your ass.
your fingers gripped his hair even tighter, your hand moving from gripping the sheets to pinching at your hard nipples to stimulate yourself even further. you were about to cum, your eyes in the back of your head, pussy squelching loudly each time his fingers reached deeper in your hole all while keeping his thumb still inside you. "yes! j-just like that, fuckkkk 'm cumming suguru!" you cried out, body falling deep into the mattress as an attempt to get away from him when he started to overstimulate your sensitive pussy with his fingers and very sensitive clit with his mouth.
he took his thumb out your ass, slapping it right after as he followed you down, not moving his mouth away from you for his fingers from inside your tight walls as you creamed all over his fingers. "f-fuck!" you screamed, legs shaking when you pushed his face away from you. you were breathing heavily as you looked back at him, his face covered in your juices and he just licked his lips and smirked at you. "can you sit on my face next?"
i just know he’s fucking nasty with it🤭
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— ALL MINE
(part of erotica’s & lovae’s valentines special💋)
ice hockeyplayer!jean who walked around the campus with the many gifts and trinkets various girls gave him, each one wishing him good luck for the big game today. he didn’t care about the chocolates, teddy bears, or the other stupid shit they gave him. hell, he didn’t even bother reading the love letters. none of it meant anything to him when he had to figure out an over the top way to make you his valentines because not only were you his soulmate and the one he’s supposed to grow old with, but he needed to win you back.
he walked past your lecture hall like he did everyday on his way to his own, thinking about how he used to be late to his own class trying to walk you to yours. it never mattered to him seeing as he always made up for it by participating in class and getting high grades on assignments. he didn’t know why he still poked his head inside the room to see if you were there. he tells himself and his friends that it’s to make sure you “got to class safely”, but in reality, he knows nothing’s gonna happen to you in the 5 to 6 minute walk from the dining hall to your lecture. truth be told, he really just wanted to see you. since the two of you broke up, you avoided him like the plague, but he knew you would have no choice but to see him when he’d visit the room you were in daily, using the fact that one of his teammates was in the same class as you.
though today was different because right when he was about to go into the room, he watched that very teammate ask you out with flowers and chocolates. he glared, scoffing watching you act all “excited” about candies you hated and flowers that weren’t even your favorite. it took everything in him to stop himself from going in there and breaking his jaw when you kissed his cheek and hugged him with your arms around his neck and his on your waist. how would you feel watching him kiss a girl after reading her love declaration?! it was even worse knowing he would have to play with him later today. the whole team knew he was still obsessed with you, especially this guy since he always teased jean about it so what fuck was he doing asking you out?
he thought about it the entire day. he knew that many guys were interested in you, but he didn’t think somebody would actually be bold enough to do something about their feelings. he had on his gear, ready for the final game of the season. his coach’s words of motivation went in one ear and out the other as he stared down his smug ass teammate. as everyone started to hype themselves up with different handshakes and chants, jean remained quiet, even bumping his shoulder going past him. his final straw was seeing you cheering at the game, just, not for him. you screamed that asshole’s name, your friends alongside you all happy about your possible new relationship and when he winked at you, jean tackled him onto the ice.
he knew he was in a world of trouble now once he got on top of him. he grabbed the collar of his shirt and began punching him, not stopping when the guy managed to get situated and got a few hits in, or when the security rushed over, or when he heard his coach yelling at him from the side. he had slight bruising on his cheek, his lip was bleeding, his knuckles were scratched up when he threw his gloves off, and he was being penalized and cussed out by his coach, but it was worth seeing you stare at him with your mouth gaped open. your more confused than pissed face said, “did you seriously just do that?” and the wink he gave you with the smirk on his lips while his coach spat in his face said, “yeah, and i’d do it a thousand times over.”
he wasn’t shocked when you went home right after the incident. he was hoping to talk to you once the game was over, but it worked out since it gave him time to buy the snacks and sweets you actually liked, flowers that were actually your favorite, and prepare his “i’m sorry, please take me back” speech. he originally wanted to do something crazy to show his never ending love, but it was clear after today he had no time to waste. with a done up basket, pretty flowers, and a speech he recited under his breath on the way to the door, he was ready though when he knocked on your front door and you opened it wearing his spare jersey he thought he lost with nothing visibly under it, arms crossed over your chest and leaning against the door frame with a disapproving look on your face, everything he planned to say left him at that very second. “well?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. “gimme another chance?” he asked, an unsure grin on his pretty, bandaged face. you looked him up and down and just sighed before grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging him inside the room.
“s-shit baby…you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his head thrown back on your pillow, big, veiny hands on your hips as you bounced yourself on his cock with your hands back behind you on his strong thighs. you almost forgot how big and girthy his dick was, the stretch burning you when you first sat down on it after months of nothing and guys that were no match to him. “look so beautiful riding me like that,” he said mostly to himself, staring up at you with lust blown pupils, taking in the blissful expressions you made and the softness of your breast as he massaged them under the jersey.
fuck, it felt amazing, the veins running along his length grazing your walls, the curve ensuring the fat tip hit you right where you needed it, the thickness of it giving you that same delicious burn from before that had your legs about to give out, the ring of white cream you made at the base of his cock dripping down his balls, ass sticking to his pelvis from your mixed, gluey essences. you were getting tired and he could tell you were with how you occasionally didn’t bounce, but instead rocked your hips with your nails digging into his skin and biting down on your bottom lip.
he watched you, wondering when you’d quit being stubborn and admit you need help as he moved his hands all over your body, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, harshly slapping your ass. he hadn’t had you like this in months, dick inside your tight walls making a mess all over him and whatever surface was beneath you. how long had it been since you fucked somebody? he hadn’t done anything to any woman since you’d broken up, even going as far to tell them that he was still with you. well, it didn’t matter, he could tell from the whimpers and whines that left your lips as your desperately rode him to continue that sensation of his cock bruising your cervix that if anybody fucked you, it wasn’t like this.
it was when your pace significantly slowed down that he sighed and pulled you down to him. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck like you were waiting for him to do this as he propped his feet into the bed sheets. with his hands on your ass, spreading it apart, he started to thrust up into your pussy. you screamed, eyes rolling back as his fat cock dragged in and out of you, balls slapping against you from the fast, rough change in pace. you could tell much he missed you from the way he hugged you close to him while making you cream in his cock. “yes! j-jean—yes, just like that, don’t stop!” you cried out, drool dripping down your chin as he fucked you further through your orgasm, overstimulating your pussy when he reached a hand down to rub harsh circles on your puffy, throbbing clit.
“missed you so much, baby,” jean grunted, the speed of his thrust into your pussy not letting up. “i—i missed you too! missed you so much,” you cried, moving your head from its spot in the crook of your neck to look him in his light brown eyes. your lips soon met his, tongue hastily pushing inside his mouth and swirling along his after such a long time without one another. everything was messy, saliva coating both of your chins, the liquids from your previous orgasms painting the bedsheets and allowing him to better fuck up into you with ease, the thin layer of sweat that covered your bodies sticking the two of you together.
“please, please, please fill me up,” you babbled incoherently, begging when you felt his cock start twitching inside your tight, gummy walls. his thrust became rougher, the broken, but rough and intense rhythm of his mushroom tip hitting everywhere you needed it too taking you to the brink of another orgasm. “imma fill your pretty pussy with my cum…she’s missed me so much, hasn’t she?” “yes! s-so much!” you gasped, eyes in the back of your head and body jerking as you started creaming all over him again. “i’m cumming! ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming, fuckkk!” you practically sobbed, pussy gushing. your walls spasmed around his cock, making him pump your insides with his hot, thick, ropes of cum.
you felt it leak out of your abused hole as he continued to fuck and overstimulating the two of you through your orgasms to the point you were crying and he was biting down on your shoulder with his eyes rolled back. you continued to fill the room with the most filthy noises, the sweet squelching sound from you pussy echoing and the slapping of your skin on his being all that you could hear once he had you seeing stars because he didn’t stop, even when he was about to cry from the overwhelming feeling himself. he was just too scared to lose you again.
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