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jmstoesblog · 26 days

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Toxic

Pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader

Summary: You’re fed up with your boyfriend—Jungkook— and want to break up with him.

Warnings: toxic relationship, Jungkook’s an ass, unprotected sex, making out, swearing, dirty talk (?), degradation, reader passes out, not proofread!!

Wc:

Note: it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. I might change the ending since i don’t like it.

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People are dancing, smoking, drinking, talking and having fun…. while you’re sitting at a booth alone.

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend— Jungkook— entertaining some blond girl. He’s shamelessly flirting with her in your presence. You both came here together wanting to let off some steam as it had been a bad day for both of you. Work was really tiring and you just wanted to relax but your boyfriend suggested to go to a club to get your mind off of work. It was a shitty day for him too.

“I’ll get us a drink, yeah? I’ll be back in a minute.”

You snort, shaking your head at his words.

Now look where he is, letting some random girl— that’s not even his type, you might add— touch him. Every time he says something she laughs and either touches his biceps, thighs or shoulder.

People, friends, your parents, they all have been telling you to not get with him. He’s bad. Honestly they were right, he screams fuckboy. From his personality to his slutty body. His broad shoulders, his chest that is getting bigger every day, he might have more man boobies than you. His biceps, his toned abs and tummy down to his thick, muscular thighs.

Not to forget his tatts and piercings. He has an eyebrow piercing, two lip rings and like six earrings on each ear. He always wears jewelry. Chains, bracelets, rings…

His style is very simple. He wears oversized, comfy black clothes. He wears chunky black boots amd lastly rides a Harley.

He has taken you on dates with his motorcycle a lot of times. You’d grips his waist for dear life every time he’d speed up ( which he does intentionally, so you’d hug him tighter)

You have no doubt that he loves you, it’s just the way he acts or the things he says…..

You two have been on and off, mainly because of him and his foul mouth.

You remember him calling you a bitch in an argument a while ago. The first red flag of many.

He hurt you with his words a lot.

“You’re a good for nothing little whore!”

“Y/n! Stop being such a bitch!”

“Is that all you can do!? Crying is the only thing you can do?”

“Shut the fuck up! Your voice is so annoying!”

You know he loves you but his actions hurt you.

His love for you is toxic.

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“Where are you going?”

“Why do you care? Go back to that girl. I bet she’s missing you already.”

“Baby, don’t leave. We were having so much fun!”

You halt on your steps and turn around, facing him, “No Jungkook. You were having fun.”

“You were entertaining her while I, your girlfriend, was waiting for you at that fucking booth! So tell me Jungkook, how were we having fun!? Huh?”

“Don’t be like that, y/n.” He tries grabbing your hand but you quickly pull away, “It was harmless flirting.” He states with a blank face.

Your jaw drops to the ground. You’re about to say something but decide not to.

“Don’t leave, baby! Where are you going!?” Jungkook yells after you as you walk away, “I’m done with you Jungkook! Leave me alone!” You yell at him, not stopping walking.

You pick up your pace after hearing his footsteps behind you. You start running and he eventually catches you, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.

He makes sure to pull your dress down and rest his hand there. So nobody can even get a glance.

“What the hell!? Put me dow—“

He abruptly slammed you against a wall, you groan in pain, “shut the fuck up! Just shut up!” He lowly whispers. You’re completely still after that. You do not want to provoke him. You know how he is when he is angry.

He’s already very mad. He glares at you for a few seconds, “you’re just making it harder for yourself.” He says, his hand traveling from your waist to your throat, the other one, firmly wrapped around your waist.

“So just keep quiet,” he tilts his head, “yeah?”

His hand squeezes your throat when you don’t immediately answer, he squints his eyes at you, daring you to not answer. You nod, breathing heavily. He pokes his tongue in his inner cheek and briefly looks away and back at you, “use your fuckin’ words! Or are you unable to form a simple sentence!?” His grip tightens.

You claw at his hands, trying to pry his hand off you, “s- sto-op I c…ant breath…” he gives you another squeeze and finally takes his hand off you. He grabs your wrist and drags you with him, towards his car.

You try catching your breath again as your panting hard.

He did it again.

He chocked you again.

A few months ago, during an argument, he chocked you, for the first time. You gave him the silent treatment until he dropped down on his knees and begged you for forgiveness while crying.

Your poor heart cant see him crying, so you forgave him instead of leaving him.

But he’s not always been like this.

You love him too much to leave him.

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You flinch when he slams the car door shut, he angrily walks over to your side and opens the door, “out.” Once you get out, he slams it shut and drags you to the door.

Oh no, no, no…

Even if you love him, it’s not good for the both of you, so you want to end it here. You should have ended the relationship a long time ago.

You grab his arm with your free hand, “stop Jungkook!”

You regret everything, as he only stands there, back facing you, not uttering a word.

What feels like an entirety comes to an end as he slowly turns around and raises his pierced brow.

“Please stop….” You meekly beg.

Jungkook just stares at you, he sighs annoyed after a few seconds, “Get. in. the. house.” He puts pressure on every word.

He leaves you standing there as he gets inside, “okay y/n, you can do this. Just tell him the truth without peeing yourself.”

“Let’s end this, forever…..”

You mumble and walk into the house.

As you step foot into the house, you notice it’s quiet, very quiet. You gulp, your heart racing with fear. What will he say? What will he do? Will he accept you wanting to break up with him?

Where will you go?

You live with him in his apartment. Only after a few months of dating he asked you to move in with him. Who were you to deny him? You were so madly in love with him, not noticing the red flags.

It’s not like you don’t have money. You work, but do not get paid as much as Jungkook does. But you do have some money stashed away. You cannot buy a house or an apartment with it, but stay at a hotel meanwhile. Or at your friends.

You could stay at your parents, but you don’t want to worry them, knowing how much they love Jungkook.

“What the hell y/n?” Jungkook breaks you out of your thoughts, “what was that stunt you pulled back there?”

Fighting with Jungkook was…… something.

It either led to angry sex, ignoring each other or breaking up.

It was mostly him who apologized after arguments. He’d give you nice flowers and take you out.

And you’d blindly forgive him. Every. Time.

You were— are— madly in love with him.

You furrow your brows in anger, “What? The fuck, Jeon? Are you even listening to yourself? I’m your girlfriend yet you were flirting with someone else in my presence!”

“Are you ever going to grow out of your fuckboy phase!? The fact that I lasted so long with you surprises me! You flirt— you entertain other woman while you have a girlfriend! Do you know how it makes me feel?”

You keep yelling at him, “It wouldn’t surprise me if you have already cheated on me!”

(Don’t worry y’all, he hasn’t.)

Jungkook licks his lips and bites them right after. It’s been several minutes and you’ve been yelling at him.

It’s turning him on. You yelling at him like that. After just a few minutes he got a boner. The way your brows furrow, you calling him every insult there is.

It makes him fucking hard.

“Will you say something now!?” You yell at him after your rant. You noticed he’s been quiet and hasn’t said a word to you.

Which is not Jungkook at all. He always talks back. Always.

“You done?” He calmly asks in his deep voice, you catch a tint of amusement in his tone.

You scoff, “Have you even been listening to me!?”

He smiles.

A smile that is clearly mocking you.

The audacity he has! Well you’re about to wipe that smile away.

“I want to break up!”

It happens so fast.

He was suddenly pinning you to the wall with his hand around your throat, he wasn’t holding you tight. His other hand was in your hair.

“And why is that?” He chuckles darkly, “saw me with some female and now you want to break up?” He starts laughing.

“Yes,” you hiss once he stops laughing, “you’re disrespectful, demanding and a freak.”

“Oh? I’m the problem now?” He comes closer, “you’re the one that’s insecure.” He has a lazy grin on his face.

He is not taking this seriously. Is this a joke to him?

“God, Jungkook! You’re not even taking this seriously! You’re so—“

He kisses you.

Jungkook kisses the life out of you. And you don’t resist, you kiss him back with the same force. Jungkook’s hand travels from your hair to your waist, squeezing it a few times during the make out. His other hand remains on your throat.

You wrap your legs around his waist and he rests his hand on your ass while still making out. Kissing sounds are the only thing hear throughout the whole house.

He takes you to the couch and lays you down, your legs still circling his waist, but now hanging loosely around ‘em.

“You think I’d cheat on you?” He mumbles while kissing up your leg, “I’d never.” He presses a chaste kisses to your clothes center.

“No, I didn’t mean that— mhm.” He yanks your panties and throws them somewhere on the floor. He dives right in between your legs and your lips part before letting out a gasp.

You grip the couch so hard your knuckles start to turn white, Jungkook takes notice of that and places your hands in his hair.

Jungkook runs his tongue up and down your slit, you pull on his hair and he lets out a grunt, “fuck you, Jungkook, seriously.” You manage to say, his tongue is just so good, “yeah? I’m about to.” He answers and gives your pussy a smack.

“Ouch,” you wince in pain.

He smirks, “you know i love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes, “I love you too.” You mumble, not looking at him.

You hear him let out a chuckle before toring apart the rest of the clothes, you gasp and hit his shoulder, “Jungkook!”

“What? You don’t need them now.” He answers so easily with a lazy smirk on his face.

You purse your lips and look away, Jungkook starts rubbing your pussy while leaving hickeys on your collarbone and neck. Your hands pull at his hair and he groans in your neck.

Jungkook has a hair pulling kink. He likes having his hair pulled during sex.

You start bucking against his hand and he bites your neck gently, “You’re so desperate, huh?” He says, amusement evident in his tone.

You unzip his pants and slide them down along with his boxers. His length springs free, slapping against his stomach. His dick is standing proudly with cum leaking out of his head, the head is slightly red.

You bite your lip upon seeing his big, veiny shaft, Jungkook smirks in response, his ego rising. He takes his dick in his hand and starts pumping himself, his eyes closed.

Jungkook moans in pure bliss. He opens his eyes and looks at you while jerking himself off, “come here.” He breathes out.

You move closer, laying completely under him. He pokes your pussy with his dick, “put it in now!” You’re getting impatient.

Jungkook raises his pierced brow, “shut up.” He growls and pushes himself in you, in one go. You both moan in pleasure, “you’re so tight. Didn’t know I didn’t fuck you for so long.” He is strechting you out so good.

You wrap your legs around his waist again, squeezing him a few times with your legs, but he doesn’t mind. Your arms are hanging loosely around his neck.

“Feels good, baby?” He asks, thrusting into you.

“Y..yes…”

He scoffs, “so good, huh? You can barely talk.” He laughs, “am I making you feel that good?” He pulls you up by your shoulders, “tell me how good I make you feel. Go on.”

You’re blinded by all the pleasure, “so g-good!” You gasp out, “yeah? You’re making me feel good too.” He doesn’t stop pounding into you.

You moan at his words, your praise kink being fed.

“You feel so good, baby. Your pussy is wrapping itself around my cock so good.” He moans, praising you more.

He leans down, pressing more kisses to your lips.

“Kook too much!” You cry.

“Too much?” He scoffs, “that’s what you get, you wanted to leave me.” He cups your face, “you can’t leave me. You’re mine.” He pecks your lips.

“My baby.” He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. He keeps thrusting into you, his pace getting faster by the seconds.

His thrusts get sloppy after sometime and he cums in you.

He looks at you, “Gotta make sure you never leave me.” He mumbles while cleaning himself up. After throwing the dirty tissues in the bin he wears his pants and cleans you up.

Well…. Since you couldn’t, because you’re passed out.

Jungkook admires you for a few minutes before cleaning you up. You’re naked laying on his couch with his cum leaking out of you.

“Love you.” He mumbles pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Do NOT copy or translate.

Thank you for reading 💕

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euaphoru · 5 months

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cockwarming him while he plays the game?

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐄!

★ — contents ! explicit sexual content: cockwarming him always leaves him in a trance, no doubt!

pairing: any of ur favs!

guiding your brand new set of acrylic nail set down to his v-line every few minutes before heading back to the bed you slept together in, being bored on your phone and arms not being embraced with your boyfriend in between them made you upset, it wasn’t intentional he was just trying to catch up with his friends— being a level behind was dragging him down every minute with a new player taking his spot on the leaderboard— so it was difficult to grab his attention.

you learned your lesson from last time when you tried teasing him and asked to get off constantly, “you can play tomorrow!” or “you told me you were going to stop playing eight rounds ago, babe.”

but this time you took the opportunity to get in his way for your advantages when he was in the lobby again— waiting for the game to start by doing a few stretches— you slipped your way onto his lap while he was still pulling his arms out to the air satisfied when he heard his bones pop and wrapped your arms around his slutty waist while laying your head on his broad shoulders— feeling the muscle under you flex but quickly relax. slipping his boxers down and pulling his cock out of his briefs you push your panties to the side and slowly aline yourself with his size before you sink down on his length, adjusting to his size, eventually.

he lowers is voice down while he talks to his mic and rubs small circles on your back, you feel yourself drifting off a couple minutes later after finding the perfect spot to nuzzle in until he starts yelling into the mic that was on the other shoulder but obviously still made you jump up, making his member drill up inside you.

“so sorry, baby!…’are you going to revive me?”

later into the night, while your fast asleep in his arms he watches as your breath sounds so warm and soft against his skin, giving you a small kiss on your forehead, trailing his kisses down to your neck and kissing the exposed skin. you wake up from the tickling sensation from the peeks, revealing him being the one causing them and giggling as he joined in on your laughter pit.

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tteokdoroki · 7 months

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ೀ⋆OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS ━━ katsuki bakugou + free use !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. katsuki bakugou + free use. on october third, he asked you what day it was. btw, in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore! (4.9K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, free use, dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia, no prep, public sex(ish), unprotected sex, suprise guest appearance from shouto as aaron samuels, fem!reader, reigina george coded!bakugou.

୨୧ — director’s note. "it's october third." and you know what that means! another nasty kinktober fic for you all! i hope you enjoy this one, its probably my favourite...because uh hello!? reigina george and bakugou? name a more iconic duo! anyways enjoy mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

halloween is the only time of the year where anyone can dress like a slut and not get called one for it.

in the world of the conventionally attractive (or the plastics), the kings and queens of the social jungle, it means ditching the guts and gore in favour of skin tight lingerie with a little fake blood that drips calculatedly through the valley between your breasts — just for a little bit of added attention. it’s the one night of the year where self-objectification becomes acceptable, and you by all means, were not planning on missing out.

for you, a well spent Halloween consisted of tooth rotting candy corn, bad movies and trying to avoid the feeling of fomo (fear of missing out, fyi) building up like fluid in the lungs of a sick person. you’ve been an a-grade loser all your life and you’ve never had the chance to experience a proper friend group, high school, (and now) college experience.

however this year would be different. this year you would be ditching loser-ville for boobs and bunny ears and the shortest dress you could find. because you finally had a friendship group who did these kinds of things and you had an invite to the biggest festive rager hosted by the hottest guy on campus — shouto todoroki.

the rest of your friend group, the college renowned plastics, had warned you not to get involved with the half and half campus jock. he already had relations to your beloved ring leader, katsuki bakugou, and your involvement would be breaking several laws of girl and guy code — according to dumb blonde kaminari (he swears he has ESPN or something). katsuki was the head of U.A. university, ruling over the entire student body with an iron fist, an attitude so mean you’re sure you’ve seen professors cry and a glare so sinister he could turn milk sour if he tried hard enough.

bakugou was the definition of the picture perfect guy and he knew it. it was almost as if his face had been ripped straight from a vogue magazine, his shoulders broad, waist slutty and tiny, abs to die for too — you’d be a liar to say you hadn’t thought about him a few times before bed. katsuki was a king bee (if bees could even have kings) and you were a nobody lucky enough to have been indoctrinated into his group of flawless friends — taken under the guidance of his wing.

your own friends had told you not to fall for the glitz and the glamour that seemed to follow the barbie blonde everywhere he went. but you couldn’t help it, you were enamoured by everything that katsuki did — turned a blind eye to his bitchy persona and twisted mindset. you hardly believed the rumours about him, blissfully ignoring the truth behind the gossip because katsuki was nice to you. just the other night he had been kind enough to offer his help in setting you up with shouto. even if kirishima had tattle told on you.

regardless, katsuki had your back — you knew that. he was even talking to shouto right now, admist the full swing of the halloween party. how could anyone ever hate bakugou? he was so kind, so considerate, treating you like family from the moment you got here. you see shouto look your way fondly as they chatter about you, his lips curling perfectly around your name while he sends you a wave that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

“she likes you, yanno.” the shorter blonde purrs, the corner of his perfectly plump lips twitching up into a knowing grin. he says your name, glowering at the way his ex perks up at the mention.

shouto blinks slow, mismatched eyes filling with affection the longer he looks at you awkwardly swaying to music you’ve never heard before. “yeah? she does?”

“it’s adorable, really. she writes your fuckin’ name in the corner of her notes with little hearts. even has the name of your future brats written in a cute little list.” the lie slips from bakugou easily, as if manipulating people is second nature to him.

“don’t bother with that, katsuki.”

when todoroki’s gaze on you lingers for too long, he kicks it up a notch pressing the head of his body into his ex’s side. “listen, half ‘n half,” with his eyes dark and sensual, the blonde allows his voice to slip into deeper, more mocking tones — playing up this innocent act. one that shouto falls for every time. “i know that she can be a little fuckin’ weird but, she’s my friend…so be nice, yeah?”

men are such fickle creatures — for all it takes is a pair of sweltering, red puppy dog eyes to drag the jock under his spell. shouto nods slowly, his own topaz and granite eyes glossing over with some form of obedience, a loyalty to bakugou that no one else would understand. “yeah, alright.”

“good,” bakugou purrs, the sound causing his brain to short circuit. “such’a good friend, half ‘n half.” the tail end of his words are replaced by the sloppy sound effect of his lips on shouto’s, tongues beginning to clash and hands possessively gripping waists.

your rose-tinted window shatters at the sight.

background conversation falls away as your friend and your crush begin to make out right in front of your fucking eyes. “you know who’s looking fine tonight, neito monoma.” kaminari squeals, shimmying in his little mouse costume.

“denki, that’s your cousin.” kirishima frowns.

the blonde shrugs. “yeah! but he’s my first cousin…that’s not right is it,”

you don’t have time to dwell on their chit chat — you feel like someone has thrown your entire body out of whack. you feel like you’re drowning as the realisation hits, katsuki bakugou doesn’t give a shit about you or your feelings. storming away from the scene, you make for the nearest bedroom, hurt and confusion swirling around in the tightness of your chest.

“what are you doin’ in here sweetness? ‘minari and kirishima have been looking everywhere for ya.”

you’re still crying like a sore loser when the king of the plastics finds you hauled up in one of shouto’s many rooms. and you hate that it’s katsuki who’s come to comfort you, sitting beside you on the queen sized bed as his hand slips over your bare thigh.

but you shrug him off, barely keeping your cool. after all, you’re still mad at him for making out with your crush. “don’t touch me, katsuki.” you snarl, doing your best to sound menacing. “i saw what you did. how could you? i thought we were friends?”

he clicks his tongue, ruby red eyes rolling as if he gives a fuck. “oh, you mean that thing with icyhot?” you don’t understand how the blonde can be so nonchalant, tossing around the situation as if it weighs nothing — costing not an ounce of your feelings. “he came onto me, sweetness. i’d never do somethin’ like that to you.”

denying katsuki bakugou is never an easy feat, he’s a man that knows where his strengths lie. in the deep timber of his rumbling voice and those eyes, with the blood lust curled around each of his pupils. katsuki is a well trained hunter, and on this occasion, you are his prey. a large hand smooths over the meaty swell of your trembling thigh, pushing the likely pair wide open for him to make room between them. “i’m a good friend, r’member?”

his hands roam your blistering hot body, gripping and grabbing at your flesh from over your costume — it feels good, you feel wanted and melt like a lump of butter in a pan at every cascading touch of his.

you’d be smart to come to your senses, before you’re snapped up in the unrelenting jaws of a hunter. but you’re entranced by those insanely red eyes, the perfect slant to his lips and all-knowing smile — it’d be useless to escape when you’ve fallen this deep. “you’re not…” your bottom lip wobbles, the achy feeling in your chest now submissive to the liquid lust katsuki has spent months conditioning you to feel. “you’re a bad friend.”

“d’aw…you don’t think i am?” dropping his tone into a sultry coo, bakugou leans in real close and you instinctively follow the tilt of his head. he looms over you, just enough so that you can see the smear of pink eyeshadow across his eyelids, the plasticky glisten of lip gloss masking the true colour of his plump lips, along with the spark of lust swirling through the brown flecks in his eyes.

you shake your head no. “no, you’re not.” big mistake.

the of temperature of the room rises just from his proximity and you find yourself willing to let the king of the plastics swallow you whole. “i don’t think i like the way yer talkin’ to me, sweets.” he growls darkly and in warning. “i should make you apologise for bein’ so fuckin’ mean.”

his breath is warm and wet against your cheek, grip rough on your waist and you can’t help but think how mean he is to you. katsuki gaslights you like it’s second nature or another one of his five senses, manipulates you with ease, putting himself on you when you know you can’t say no. because without him you would have been in social suicide, you wouldn’t have any friends, you wouldn’t have had the college experience. you would have just been ordinary.

“gimme a kiss, gorgeous.” the blonde bites down on your lower tip, tugging it away from you because he misses the metallic taste of golden blood on you — the taste of blossoming obedience in your bloodstream.

you push back, but it’s no use — bakugou’s closing the gap before your brain can even catch up, fizzing like candied pop rocks while you sink further into debauchery.

“c’mon…” he forces his tongue past the seams of your lips, bursting through with only the darkest of intentions. you briefly seize up, because your body knows this isn’t what you want, at least not 100%. but katsuki knows how to work stubborn, prude little things like you — squeezing down on your waist heartily as he leads you into a stupid-drunk kiss. “that’s it, there we go…good fuckin’ girl.”

the world tilts on its axis and you grow lightheaded at the blonde’s praise — you should be mad at him for kissing your crush but at the same time, you’ve never wanted someone so bad. mewling against his watermelon and alcohol flavoured lips is like sealing your fate, giving up little pieces of yourself just to appease your ring leader.

“katsuki, i don’t—“

his thumb digs into your cheeks, preventing you from pulling away — not that you’d want to. wet sounds from your kisses vibrate through you and cause a twinge in the heartbeat between your thighs. “i wasn’t askin’, i was tellin’.” he grunts into your drooling mouth, wide open to echo your sweet and pliant voice. it’s with those words that you remember your place, being a plastic requires sacrifices — for you to give up pieces of yourself in order to stay by katsuki’s side.

including letting him use your mind, body and soul freely.

“so fuckin’ pretty when you’re obedient for me,” he’s snarls, hot under the collar and eager to steal more from you. he grins at how your eyes roll back just from a couple of half-hearted words. leaning back, katsuki shrugs off his shirt, revealing his perfectly carved hips and washboard abs, golden skin that only the gods could have blessed him with. the sight of him is enough to make your quivering cunt deep juices into the crotch of your panties. “let’s get back at sho, huh? for playin’ us both.”

the lines of morality and dissoluteness are often blurred when you’re with him — you become a vessel for his pleasure and you don’t even think to mind. somewhere amidst the messy, sensual lip locks bated breaths, katsuki has managed to get you onto your back and tear through your skimpy little halloween costume to suck his claim into your neck. painting you with deep mauve and midnight blue hues. his eyes dilate, roaring obsidian black taking over his mean, rage filled red eyes in a way that lets you know how bad he wants to fuck you.

it’s when the sharp edges of his canines graze your pulse point that you remember just how much of a wild jungle college is. you remember that katsuki has the ability to make your life a living hell, the power to take a bite and rip your throat out at any second. in this world, you are nothing but a meek gazelle and katsuki bakugou the lion ready for a feast.

irrespective of how much the very fact may frighten you, you ignore bakugou’s talons as they sink into your chest and leave indented crescent moons on against each breast. he rips apart the costume you worked so hard on and pushes your hands away from your body when you attempt to cover yourself up. so, from that moment, you let lust slither over your brain so you can arch yourself into him for more pleasure, and remind yourself that even if you're being used — it feels good. katsuki feels good.

you like that he’s a little mean, a mean girl. all teeth and tongue and biting when he licks into you and breaks the strings of honey saliva that tie your tongue to the roof of your mouth. you love how he roughly grabs you by the meat at your hips and tugs you up to meet the grind of his cock against your underwear. you adore how he pulls the very fabric apart like they’re nothing, rolling you onto your stomach and positioning your hips in a way that makes your back arch.

you don’t even realised that bakugou has kicked off the lower part of his costume until you feel the heat of his firm thighs against the backs of your own and the sticky tap of his flushed cockhead on your ass cheeks — smearing white globs of precum over your hot skin. the blonde groans at the visible twitch of your cunt, the way it glistens and spews lightly for him.

“oh sweetheart,” he laughs through the coagulated feeling of prurience in his throat. “so fuckin’ wet for me, hah?” he manages, spreading your ass cheeks apart hungrily, a curious finger running through your slick folds and dragging your wetness over your pulsating clit. “s’kinda embarrassing. barely even touched you.”

the situation is embarrassing, humiliating almost and a fresh set of tears burn at your waterline — mascaras already tracking down your cheeks. you don’t fight bakugou as a muscled arm snakes it’s way around your waist and pulls you onto him until your sex is flush against bakugou’s thick cock — your hearts beating in sync, heavy breathing in tune. his dripping dick slips and slides a through your quivering pussy lips, grinding against the pulse in your clit before easing the mushroomed tip through the tight ring at your entrance.

“f-fuck!” you squeak, a little out of turn. fuckdolls don’t talk. katsuki is quick to growl and remind you, collapsing his entire weight into your body while you take him with ease. no prep required whatsoever. there’s a delicious burn as his girth stretches you wide open and he fucks you with just the tip — a pleasing buzz layering itself over your logical thoughts. the ones that tell you this isn’t right. the ones that tell you that you’re more than just a plastic play thing.

bakugou squeezes your hips harshly when you push back onto him, desperate to be fed more of his cock. “keep fuckin’ still, alright?” the king of the plastics rasps, taunting you as he thrusts all the way into your tight heat with no warning. you ooze at the sudden stimulation, basking in the weight of his dick against the insides of your crying cunt and fluttering walls. “sho’s gonna love this, maybe he’ll really want you then.” he continues to purr, jamming a thumb past your swollen lips to press down on your tongue. his other hand grasps at his phone once lost in the sheets, talking a picture of your teary face while you suck on his digit to soothe yourself.

like a baby sucking on a pacifier as it cries.

sending the photo to shouto, bakugou takes a few more selfies of you like this. his favourite is the one of your face squished between his large fingers, covered in salty tears and sticky drool. “don’t cry sweets. ‘m gonna fix this, help you get together. what are friends for?”

his voice is soft, nose nudging against your cheek in a reassuring manner.

but it’s all too good to be true.

briefly, there’s a second where everything is calm, where the blonde lets you relax around him between gentle juts of his hips forward and affectionate kisses peppered against your skin. you should have realised that katsuki’s pleasure is always above your own. because he suddenly finds the motivation to pull out of your snug, sensual heat to pound into you properly, dragging is seedy cock along all of the spots along your ribbed walls that make you see stars.

you feel like a pocket pussy, only one that comes with crybaby wails and pitiful hiccuped noises. it’s all music to katsuki’s ears, blending seamlessly with the intense base from the party’s music and thump of the headboard smashing against the wall all from the sheer force of his thrusts into you. it’s easy to forget how humiliatingly loud you’re being, you can’t find yourself to be worried about someone catching you either. even if the door is wide open.

why not? because katsuki claims you willingly, over and over again with each brutish brush of his leaky cockhead against your g-spot. “s-suki! please.” you slur around his fingers that fuck your drooling mouth in perfect rhythm with his dick that plunged in and out of your puckered, creamy hole.

“yeah, yeah. i gotcha. give into me, sweetness.”

where he had been keeping you pinned against the sex-soaked cheeks — bakugou pulls his sweaty chest away from your back and adjusts the roll of his hips, letting them crash into you like waves on a shoreline. to support his body weight above you, his toned arms cage you in, head tilted to the side to watch you sniffle on his dick, red rimming your watery eyeline. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cry, sweetheart.” he moans condescendingly against the shell of your ear, painting a chaste kiss against your wet cheek. “what a pretty fuckin’ girl, suckin’ me in… takin’ my cock. oh fuck.”

if you could see him, will yourself from the pillows you take purchase in and use to muffle your salacious screams — you would notice how an evil smirk as spread across the blonde’s lips while he ravages you, fucks you beyond the stars and back. “you my pretty girl, yeah? fuckin’ sweet thing.” the praise has you spiralling and simultaneously soothes the burning hatred you have for katsuki in your chest. “why you cryin’ so much? is it over him, or over me?”

the answer to his question slips out of you faster than your sex-crazed brain can catch up. “o-over you!” it’s like you can’t even think for yourself, make any choices for your body outside of what bakugou has planned for you. you’d do anything to please him so that he keeps fucking you, so that you can forget your feelings and keep your place amongst the socially elite. maybe that makes you selfish, maybe it makes you dumb — that you’re a whore for katsuki’s bully cock that churns up your guts and uses you for ecstasy filled relief.

“y-yeah? mmhm, just like that baby,” katsuki stutters, licking his lips while you throw it back on him. the weak snap of his voice (caused by you clenching down on him) has you gushing nastily down bakugou’s length. bathing him in your juices, dripping down his balls as they clap against your ass, and swing against your clit.

“yeah…yeah…y-you’re my friend, k-katsuki! didn’t wanna lose you…”

satisfied with your response and feeling a little mean once more, the king of the plastics brings a heavy hand down against your ass before gripping it tight, forcing you back and forth on his creamed dick. you hiss at the newfound pain blooming underneath your skin, blinking back more tears.

“that’s right sweets, you’ll let me do anythin’ to keep me right? stay bein’ friends.” bakugou barks salaciously into your shoulder blade. greed and power and control sparks between your bodies that move in sync with one another, your hips shakily attempting to catch up with his rough pace.

you gasp when he hits a spot that’s got you howling at the moon. “y-yes, god, yes!”

“even let me fuck your crush? let me fuck you in front’a him?”

all you can do is nod and gargle in response, passionately sucking on his fingers. “get ‘em nice and wet for me. wanna play with you, gorgeous.” he nips at your skin, leaving the imprint of his canines against you before his red eyes laser focus on where your bodies continually meet. “lift your hips. atta girl.”

a heinous squeal escapes you, borderline pornographic as katsuki fumbles between your body and shouto’s high thread count sheets. his sticky fingers press into your pleasure nub in tight, calculated circles and he rewards the sound of your choked moans with another barrage of love bites to your neck. ones that you won’t be able to cover up. ones that show how much you’ve been used.

you wonder if his appetite for your dedication will ever be satisfied. even though your pussy works it’s way back onto him and swallows his cock down like fucking magic — bakugou still wants more of you. he grins sinisterly at the bruises that form just under your skin, that make you hiss when he licks over them and spills his curse words over against that sensitive spot underneath your ear. the sensitivity makes you yelp loudly, despite the people that walk by.

including none other than shouto todoroki.

“you’d even let him watch as i creamed your cute cunt, wouldn’t ya? so pathetic. it’s adorable, sweetness.” the blonde goads, pulling back so that he can get a better view of your ass bouncing against his slender hips. spreading you apart with large hands, he drools down onto his cock and your asshole, spitting onto the point at which his shaft slips inside of you — watching the white froth mix in with your viscous nectar and disappear into the creaminess of your tight hole.

your crush audibly gasps as he enters the room — mismatched eyes drinking in the view of you being absolutely wrecked from behind by his ex. shouto can’t help but admire your puffy face and equally puffy folds while he settles on the bed next to katsuki. he has no idea how his feet even carried him there.

“bakugou what are you—?”

the tail end of shouto’s words slip away when you clench down hard on bakugou, his head falling onto the latter’s shoulder while you share shaky moans. “oh my god,” katsuki pants, pulsing against your silken walls and driving his dick upwards into your sweltering mound. “you’re fuckin’ obsessed with me. with him. you just won’t let this dick go, will ya?”

admitting that you like shouto watching you get fucked by bakugou would be just as embarrassing as admitting your crush on him. it doesn’t matter if you’re crying too hard to confess the matter with words, both of them know it. they can tell by the way your pussy spasms around katsuki’s bulbous cockhead as it bullies it’s way into you with every thrust. “see icyhot, told ya she was a weirdo,” He chuckles down at you menacingly. “letting me be the one t’stretch her pussy open even though you’re the one that she wants. s’so embarrassing.”

todoroki let’s out a noncommittal grunt, equally amused by the situation like his ex. “yeah… so weird…”

he reaches around to grab at the fat of your waist and tugs you back onto katsuki so that his dick never leaves you. so that your clit is smooshed up against perfect abs, that contract with every thrust and overstimulate you.

maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be used by the king of the plastics, if it means shouto gets to touch you too.

“i think she’s about to cum, katsuki.” the two-toned haired jock states as if it’s obvious, his voice husky and low as the scent of sex trickles into the air. “you’re gonna make her cum, baby.”

“can fuckin’ feel it, she’s ‘boutta make a mess of me.” they share a lustful look behind you, that leads to them sharing sloppy, uncoordinated kisses as if you’re not even there. truly treating you like a sex toy to be used whenever, wherever.

the sounds of their kisses ring in your ears, cause heat to burn at your cheeks and shame to settle in your chest once again. but this time, you don’t fucking care — not when you’re close to cumming, not when both of the people you adore in your life are using little old you.

forcing you back and forth over katsuki’s dick even faster, shouto finds it in himself to address you, moaning out your name. “a-are you close?” he simpers, tongue rolling over his ex’s.

“i— i am. p-please. let me cum. lemme cum. lemme c-cum—!” you chant as if it’s the gospel, voice tapering off into a set of whistle tone simpers as you finally hit your high. black spots dot your vision, katsuki using a last burst of energy to canter into you, slamming against your g-spot over and over again. the dam breaks before your brain can register it, release trickling out of your fluttering hole like a flash flood after a vicious storm. it soaks his soft tuft of blonde pubes and soils the sheets below, your body wracked with shakes and aftershocks.

katsuki's cock against your cervix being the epicentre.

the two men behind you share a sick little laugh when you collapse into the sheets face first, both of them leaning down to kiss either of your cheeks soothingly.

“so fuckin’ cute ‘n loyal,” bakugou coos in a twisted tone, pulling out of you to jerk himself off over your quivering body.

shouto smiles and rubs soothing circles in the small of your back in an attempt to calm you down — taking pleasure in your tiny sniffles and hiccups while you come down from your high.

“your turn, bakugou.” he purrs slightly, using his arm to prop himself up on the bed for a perfect view of you both.

“mmfuck, shit ‘m so close.” colourful curses spew from between bakugou’s perfect, cherry bitten lips just as he hits his peak. slick sounds accompany the movements of his rough palm up and down his length, coaxing himself towards orgasm. he cums with a shout, a feral growl tearing his chest in two with how loud it is. all while ropes of his blistering hot and white cum land on your ass, pussy and back.

he collapses next to shouto after that.

you feel a finger drag through the hot mess on your back and turn around just in time to watch bakugou feed a scoop of his cum to your crush. todoroki sucking his fingers happily. “go get her a towel, icyhot.” he demands, and like a slave to the crown, todoroki follows — disappearing from the room in search for a rag to clean you up with. surprisingly, the blonde helps you to sit up, taking you into his chest so you can snuggle against it. “don’t cry sweetness, s’okay. i forgive you for thinkin’ i was a bad friend.”

tilting your chin up, you’re rewarded with a firm chaste kiss — swallowing katsuki’s moans as he tastes the saltine tears in your lips. “you’ll never do it again, right?”

“r-right…” you reply meekly, flinching at the blonde who boops your nose almost affectionately.

he busies himself with fixing your costume until shouto returns with a wet rag to wipe the cum from between your thighs and the rest of you. you try not to let it get to you when they share another passionate kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues and mussing up each other’s hair until they’re all rosy cheeked and short of breath.

you would be a fool to think that you ever stood a chance with shouto todoroki after tonight.

much like you, he’s just another piece in katsuki’s game of chess. he’ll never escape the toxic cycle of their relationship when things keep going like this.

“you look sexy with your hair pushed back, icyhot.” katsuki says to shouto once they come up for air, ruffling his silky locks out of place. his ruby, crazed, gaze slinks over to you next, a coy smirk playing at his lips. “sweetness, tell him, icyhot he looks sexy with his hair pushed back.”

katsuki bakugou is terrible. evil. conniving. but he’s all you’ve got, even if he is a mean girl.

“shouto…you look sexy with your hair pushed back.”

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xxsabitoxx · 3 months

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Fusiguro Toji NSFW A-Z

Part of my 20k follower celebration (past due)

Warnings: if it isn’t abundantly clear, this is smut :)

A/N: in honor of hitting 20k followers a while back, I’m going to be posting 10 NSFW alphabets for JJK men — scheduled post 12 :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Toji can go one of two ways after sex… either he’s snoring before you can even find the strength to push yourself into a sitting position or he’s already up and getting things to clean you. His aftercare depends wholeheartedly on how much he likes you to be honest. If you’re just a hookup, don’t expect anything from him in return. But if you’re together, he has feelings for you? He’ll make sure you’re cleaned up and comfortable and even ask if you want pain meds because he’s sure you’ll be sore in the morning if you don’t take anything now. He cares, as gruff as he can be, he does care and wants to make sure you’re good after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Toji is an ass man all the way, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules. He loves you ass, he loves to hold it, squeeze it, smack it, the whole nine yards. He loves how it looks when he fucks you, how it recoils and jiggles every time his hips slam into it. He loves how it looks in cute underwear and tight pants, he loves how it feels when you sit on his lap or grind against his cock. He’s shameless in his love for your ass, often sliding his hand in your back pocket when you’re in public… and if you don’t have a back pocket he’s just going to grab your ass and hold it.

On himself, Toji is quite proud of all of his body, he worked pretty hard on it. He’s buff, broad, built, and has a slutty little waist. Though he has to admit, he’s pretty fond of his shoulders and biceps. The sheer size of them is enough to have men and women looking twice as you two walk pass. They’re huge, covered in muscles, and way too tempting to touch… he knows you love them too. Especially with the way you cling to them as he fucks you, the way your nails rake down them as he nearly forces you up the bed with his thrusts.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Toji is fucking filthy, he will cum where ever you allow him to and he will make sure to ruin you thoroughly. He is partial to coming on your ass, pulling out during doggy to paint your lower back and ass in his pearly white cum before plunging back into your tight heat because he never goes down after one load. He’ll creampie you if you ask him to, but he needs to make sure you’re on proper preventative medication if you’re able to get pregnant. He also likes coming on your chest and face but damn is he into coming on your ass and back.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This man has a scent kink… yeah. He loves the way you smell… yeah sure the perfume or cologne is nice and the body lotion smells good but… he loves the smell of your natural musk. If you’re working out together and he gets horny because you’re teasing him by doing squats? He’ll nearly pounce on you because he knows you're sweaty. He is addicted to it, shamelessly dipping his head between your thighs and running his nose along your inner thighs, inhaling so deeply it makes you squirm because you know what he’s doing but you can’t get the words out. I’m telling you, he’s a filthy, freaky mother fucker… the dirtier the better… but not too dirty, ya know?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Considering the man is a father, it’s safe to say that he knows what he is doing. Toji knows his way around the male and female body and he can navigate it with ease. He’s able to hit all the right places without even needing to be guided. He can tell simply from the noises you make and the expressions that cross your face. He’s able to make you cum in record time, to the point it feels like your head is spinning from the intensity and speed he was able to push you over the edge. It’s utterly fascinating and will leave you weak in the knees.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Toji is all about doggy style in any form. Either the typical on your hands and knees, or with your face pressed into the mattress below you, hands limp by your sides and back arched. Truthfully, he loves anything that lets him grab your ass, so cowgirl and reverse cowgirl are also up there for him. Toji is a sucker for face sitting, 69-ing and bending you over any surface.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be unintentionally funny but for the most part Toji is 100% serious during sex. Anything related to humor is usually a snarky, sarcastic, or teasing comment. He’s more into dirty talk than anything so really you won’t get a joke or laugh out of him when he’s balls deep.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s mildly unruly down there I won’t lie to you. He washes it when he showers but he doesn’t really trim it… he hasn’t since his wife passed honestly. But if he finds himself in a new relationship with someone he really cares for, he’ll take the time to clean himself up down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Toji gets kind of awkward with the romantic aspect of sex, he usually expresses it through praising you and dirty talk but that’s about it. He’s not really one to sputter out an “I love you” while he’s fucking you… he’s not really an “I love you” kind of guy in general. That’s not to say he never says it, he just has his ways of showing it more so than speaking it out loud.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Any day, any time, doesn’t matter. If he needs to get off and you aren’t present, he’s grabbing your lotion and he’s looking through videos he’s taken of the two of you fucking and he’s jerking himself off to them. You’ve come home to him mid-masturbation and teased him for it, but he gets his revenge pretty quick by pinning you to the wall or mattress and getting the both of you off opposed to lamely jerking himself with his own hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dom/Sub, BDSM, spanking, choking, cock and ball torture… yeah I said it. Toji totally enjoys the pain realm of sex and is not afraid to admit it. Hell he’d go and get his nipples pierced if he didn’t think he’d pop a boner while it was happening. As mentioned above, he has a scent kink, so olfactophilia. Toji likes to gag you and be gagged, along with breathplay like I said above. He enjoys humiliating you but doesn’t like to be on the receiving end. He’s also a voyeur.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed. But also anywhere private or not. Toji will totally fuck you on any surface in your home, he will fuck you in your car if you have one, he’ll fuck you on public transportation and in public spaces. He does not give a fuck about where he fucks you to be honest… but his personal favorite is your bed. People may not be able to see you… but they’ll certainly hear you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Breathing… I’m just fucking with you. Toji really likes when you do mundane things together, like cooking dinner or watching TV together (sir then care for your son–) for some reason those mundane tasks get him going. Maybe it’s because of the simplicity of those actions that allow his mind to wander, but yeah they really get him going. He also enjoys when he walks in on you in the shower or fresh out of the shower or just about to get in the shower… you naked turns him on okay? He’s a simple man with simple needs. Don’t ask him why, but something about red lipstick on your pretty lips gets him going too, he really doesn’t know why.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No age play, no daddy kink, no breeding if there is a potential it could actually work. This man is a father, he does not see the appeal in age play, nor does he like the daddy kink. He’ll totally breed you if you’re unable to get pregnant or are taking proper preventative measures but even then he’s not really fucking you with the idea of breeding you in mind, if that makes sense.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oral-giving-god to be honest. Toji’s tongue is long and mobile, he knows how to use it and loves using it. He’ll spend hours below your waist pleasuring you if you let him, he uses it as a way to unwind from the stress of the day. He likes when you go down on him too of course but honestly he prefers giving rather than receiving… kinda shocking, no?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Another man that can and will break the bed frame. Toji’s pace is naturally rough and hard, so hard that you’ll often have bruises where his hands are holding you as he thrusts into you. Not only that, if you bruise easily you’ll likely see some bruising around where his hips are meeting the back of your thighs. Bringing a whole new meaning to being unable to sit the next day. You didn’t even know something like that was possible until meeting and sleeping with Toji.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan, but will never decline. He’s not one to decline your request because you’re usually pestering him while out in public, being cheeky just to get a rise out of him. He loves it, don’t get him wrong, but he really doesn’t like quickies because he knows he can’t hold back. Sure, go ahead and tease him while clothes shopping. Yeah, he’ll follow you into the dressing room and take care of your little attitude. But no, you will not be walking out of there. Rather you’ll be limping, which makes it all the more embarrassing for you. That’s his main reason for disliking quickies, because you’ll bitch and whine after (he loves it who the fuck is he kidding?)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Toji isn’t one for experimenting, he knows what he likes and he is hesitant to stray away from that. Sure he’ll take a risk, I mean fucking you in public is already risky enough. But experiment wise? Toji isn’t really into trying new crazy things. If you whine enough and bat your lashes at him, you may just get him to cave. But overall, Toji is sticking to what he likes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Toji has had enough practice to build his stamina. On average this man can go anywhere from 6-12 minutes and even then he doesn’t always soften after coming once. You like to joke around and call him an old man, saying he must have taken a pill for that to happen. To which he smirks and plays along. Toji can also go about 3 or 4 rounds before calling it quits because he’s tired. The man is honestly a force to be reckoned with and you learned the hard way.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not against them but he’s also not for them. He doesn’t really see the appeal in them until you bring one into the bedroom and show him how versatile they can be. Toji can’t lie, he was pretty damn amused by the suction cups and vibrators. Even the “suckers” piqued his interest. He understood your interest in them after nearly torturing you for two hours with a “magic wand” vibrator… one that plugs in so you didn’t have the saving grace of the battery dying.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s evil. If you didn’t get that idea from what I just said above, Toji will damn near torture you just for his own satisfaction. He’s so mean to you in bed but he’ll make sure you cum. So I guess you can’t necessarily say he’s “unfair” in that aspect.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans and moans but you really can’t get a breathier noise than that. He’ll curse and whisper in your ear as he fucks you, making you squirm from the varying sensations. Toji definitely won’t try and silence his noises, letting them come out as loud as they want to but that’s really it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Toji records the two of you fucking and uploads them to pornhub for extra money. He’s careful with them though, making sure neither your face or his are present in any of the videos for the sake of anonymity. Honestly, the two of you are quite popular on the site and manage to bring in some decent checks for your “home made” tapes. You’ll spend hours reading the comments on the videos and laughing at the people getting off to the two of you. Though, somewhere amid all the creepy “Fuck them even harder” and “Bet his cock feels amazing” comments are people with genuine suggestions for new videos that you and Toji can’t help but try out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man is hung… in my humble opinion. When soft, Toji is just shy of 6 inches when soft and when he’s hard he’s just shy of 8.4 inches. He knows he has a big cock and he’s even prouder of the fact that he knows how to use it. He’s still got his foreskin, but please ignore the stinky allegations, he at least cleans under it I swear. He’s tan and girthy with pretty veins running along his shaft and his tip is a pink/mauve color (think #c26d83 … yeah I’m going in on Toji idk)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Wild and not at the same time. He prefers to have sex every night but he also won’t throw a hissy fit if you aren’t in the mood. He can control his needs pretty well and even then if he really wants to get off, he’ll just take a quick shower to handle his issue.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Toji can knock out in 10 seconds or 10 minutes. It depends on how rough he was with you because he’s trying to get better with aftercare. He wants to at least clean you up and make sure you’re okay before knocking out and snoring like a bear for the next eight hours.

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astayinwonderland · 7 months

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Whose idea was it, though?

pairing: jungkook x f.reader

genre: smut || very little plot || +18

summary: it's your ex's wedding and you're invited... however, you decided to bring your annoying neighbour as your +1. the problem is... you are a little bit (a lot) into him.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: pet names, unprotected sex (pls don't), dirty talk...

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

enjoy! (;

also english is not my first language

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“I was going to say this was a bad idea, but I changed my mind. This was a terrible idea,” you whisper as you feel his hands dangerously making their down to your waist. He takes his time, making sure you shiver under his touch, and traces a slow and tempting path over your naked back while you dance.

“Whose idea was it, though?” he says leaning a little bit too close. Can the rest of the guests see this? You look at your ex at a distance, bold of him to invite you to his wedding.

“Don’t look at him, look at me. We are pretending to be the perfect happy couple, right? Happy couples dance,” with a swift move, he spins you and pulls you towards him. Your back pressed to his broad chest. His scent, a mix of top-shelf whiskey, sweat, and cologne makes you press your thighs together. This is not how this fake date was supposed to go.

“Happy couples share intimate moments like this,” he whispers into your ear. Involuntarily, your head moves to one side, giving him access to your neck. “Happy couples kiss.”

You freeze after that sentence. Jungkook was not supposed to do this to you, he is still your annoying neighbor. Dumb-ass Jungkook who never has salt, who always comes to your place uninvited, who plays music too loud at 2 am. You take a minute to look at him now, lip piercing shining as he gives you the most beautiful of smiles. His black hair slicked back, showing off his brow piercing decorating his handsome face, and those eyes. Those doe eyes look back at you waiting, he needs something. Could he need you?

Without a warning, he kisses your neck and the tiniest whimper escapes your lips. Jungkook holds your waist and you look down at his tattooed hand and at this moment you know his hands belong there. Turning his head for a brief moment, Jungkook catches a glimpse of your ex, making another tasteless toast while his friends whisper and make comments about you.

“Never liked that dude, always made you cry,” he plants another kiss. This time he opens his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue savor your skin. You let out a breathy sigh.

“Jungkook…” you say his name. Music to his ears, he wonders how pretty your voice will be moaning his name and he is buried deep inside you. Fucking you really good, the way you and only you deserve it.

Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders and spins you so fast you almost fall over him. Cupping your face in his hands he looks at you. His heavy breath on your face and needy eyes make you want to show him how wet you are. He did this, he should fix it. How to tell him you want to have him now?

His lips crash with yours. Hard, fast. You have no time to react when he pulls away.

“Come with me,” he extends his hand for you to take.

“Wh- what?”

“Come with me and you’ll cum with me,” he smiles. So cocky, has he always been this bold?

You find yourself against the bathroom wall. The door locked, the dim lights are not stopping you from admiring Jungkook’s back in the mirror that faces you. You admire his broad shoulders and the slutty tiny waist you plan to wrap your legs around. With a bite on your neck, he interrupts your thoughts as you scream.

“Do you like it when I do this?” his delicious tongue slides to the back of your ear and he sucks your skin, making it hurt so good you just know it will bruise.

“Yes,” you weakly whisper and you kiss him. He welcomes your tongue in his mouth as he pulls up your dress. Jungkook tastes like heaven and hell colliding together, he is perfect. He sucks on your bottom lip and breaks the kiss for a second, smiling at you. He wants this, he wants you. His sole focus is to make you his. Oh, how he wants to have you bent over your kitchen table, the one you care for so much. You are always bossy telling him to put a coaster under his beer can. He wants to see you make a mess on that table, he wants to be the reason for that mess. Jungkook squeezes your ass and you know it’s time. You wrap your legs around him and he pulls your panties to the side.

“Such a fucking turn on you’re this wet for me.”

One hand holds you in place, while the other works on his belt and pants. In a flash of a moment, the tip of his cock teases your soaked entrance. Slowly his cock enters you, stretching you out like never before. You moan his name, the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. He thrusts inside you, unhurried, making you feel every inch of him. Your head spins as Jungkook throws his head back, curses leaving his mouth.

“This is what you deserve, princess. Argh– You feel so good. You should be fucked senseless every day.”

“Jungkook, please…” you moan. The pleasure he is giving you is unmatched. You beg him to pick up the pace and he does. Jungkook rams into you making you want time to stop. His cock in and out of you, fucking you making you chase your high. With the top part of his body completely dressed, he couldn’t look hotter ruining you in his perfectly-tailored suit. His tattooed hand reaches your neck, squeezing so slightly, making you dizzy enough to be totally consumed by him. Your mind skyrockets and so does his as keeps fucking you. You feel how you clench around his cock begging for him to make you cum.

“Please,” is all you manage to say. For Jungkook, that was an order. He angles you higher to have better access as he goes faster. The sounds of your flesh clashing together echoed in the bathroom. Your slippery arousal welcomes him even deeper.

“Cum for me, princess. Don’t I deserve you to cum around my cock after fucking you so good?”

Your moans are cries now and your body convulses, you are so close.

“Make everyone know you are being fucked this good. Cum for me now.”

And you do. You cum hard and loud for him. Just for him. Jungkook cums right after you with a grunt that makes you wish he fucked you from the first time he knocked on your door.

As if you were made of crystals, Jungkook puts you down and kisses your forehead. Sweat falling on your face after such an intense orgasm. He helps you clean yourself up and a chuckle escapes his lips.

“Sure you don’t wanna go on an actual date with me?”

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