Pure Amazement

🥹I love this

HOLON CUSSS BARBER CONNIE???

(nail artist reader)

Barber!Connie who comes in late most of the time because he had to get his girl breakfast before coming to work ignoring his friends tripping

“My nigga you come in here late every damn day, what is the issue.” Ony shouts from the back of the shop. “Oye, métete en tus asuntos, ¿de acuerdo?” Connie yells back setting up his booth, of course while thinking abt what he’s making for his baby when he gets home. “I don’t know what you just said but it’s too early to be playing with you.” Ony sighs coming out the back opening shop

Barber!Connie who answers too many questions about his tattoos on a daily basis. The number 25 being tatted on his neck, surrounded by your favorite flowers gerbera daises. Once he starts talking about them he can’t shut up, rambling to his client not even caring if they’ve gotten tired of hearing abt “y/n’s shop” or “y/n’s designs”

“Connie you got to shut up, not everyone wanna hear about her!” Eren quips from next to him. Connie doesn’t even look his way “you mad cause historia not feeling u? Not my problem bro”

Barber!Connie who makes sure he asks his clients if they have a sister or girlfriend before handing out your business cards and showing your designs to them flexing how good his girlfriend is at her craft

Barber!Connie who dodges every girl who comes in with her brother, doesn’t answer questions about any other tattoo but the one on his neck, and doesn’t give the girl eye contact in the first place

Barber!Connie who gets hungry exactly at 12:30, knowing this you’re there exactly at 12:30 buying him and the rest of his friends lunch (with they own girlfriends money) kissing Connie all over his face before leaving to go back to your own shop

“Eren remind me of what u said earlier?” Connie teases, Eren shakes his head not even offering a response to him.

BONUS

Barber!Connie who teaches you how to cut his hair, and begs you to teach him how to do your nails. He just wants y’all to be that close on that type of level

So beautiful

i am so deep into the brainrot another manip of rockstar!eddie

My god yes🥹🫠🫠

it’s him, it’s fanfic!eren

Ate this UP 😗😗

“She say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree”

cw include: chubby reader, black coded reader but you can picture her however you’d like <3, slight talk of body image, size kink, drug and alcohol use, basketball player eren bc that deserves a warning, oral both receiving, unprotected sex, choking n a little manhandling, pussydrunk eren, squirting, lots of dirty talk and praise, mating press, sex standing up, backshots, creampie, eren has an abnormally huge dick…i think that’s about it///wc: 4.3k

Eren Jaeger was known as a legend on campus. Not only on the basketball court but with the ladies as well. If you had a girlfriend it was common knowledge to keep her away from him because lord knows once a girl catches sight of him all morals are thrown out the window. Fortunately he did have a type; short and little on the chubbier side. Of course Eren thought all women were gifts from god in their own way but something about manhandling a chubby short girl into any position he wanted until she was crying made his dick jump every time he thought about it.

That’s where you come in.

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I love this one so much

Sweet and Cruel

→ Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader

Notes: Should be studying for my finals but yuannaoi and her mouth watering fanart keeps distracting me so this happened instead.

Genre: NSFW 18+, business man/brat tamer!Toji

Warning:18+, SMUT including overstimulation, sex toys, breath play, impact play, manhandling, hair pulling, dirty talk with praise/degradation, bondage, slight aftercare, explicit language, and mentions of manipulative behaviour/toxic relationships. Readers discretion is advised.

WC: 2.5

“Sweetheart, the other guests are looking,” Toji whispered into your hair, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you back into him. “Wipe that look off your face…or I’ll wipe it off for you.”

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I Just Want You//Chapter 1: State Lines and The Long-Haired Guy

an eddie munson fanfic

warnings: strong language, drug use (marijuana), cigarettes, mommy issues, anxiety.

word count: 1,775

~masterlist~

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“Hi, Nicki, it’s me, mom… I know you said you never wanted to see or… or speak to me again, but things have gotten so bad since Neil left. Well… I-… even before he left I- so much has happened… I can explain it more later, just please come down to Hawkins. Even if it’s only for a couple months. It’s just me and Maxine now… please call me back. I love you.”

Nicole has probably listened to this one message a million times by this point , but still rewound the tape to hear it again and be extra sure she wasn’t going insane. She jammed her finger against the play button that frequently got stuck, falling back onto her crappy couch, with her joint between her lips. The second she heard her mother’s voice playing through the small speakers of her answering machine again, she inhaled deeply until her lungs burned. Her expression looked frozen or maybe even numb as she raised her hand to remove the tightly rolled substance from where it was hanging off her lip, the smoke billowing out of her in one big sigh. 

“It’s just me and Maxine.” Stood out to her more than anything. Nicole nervously chewed at the skin around her thumb nail while she let it all sink in. Sure she still held a lot of resentment towards her mother, but not Max. There isn’t a day that goes by without her thinking about her little sister, and how shitty she felt for letting her go to live with their mother’s attempt at a new family alone. Her limbs felt like a ton of bricks as she sat there, sunken into her sofa. She couldn’t tell if it was the weed or the situation, or maybe even both, but she didn’t even get up to rewind the tape again as it reached the end. The most she did was raise her brow when it continued into a second recorded message “We’re in the Forest Hills Trailer Park in Hawkins… y’know, if you decide to come. Please call me. I love you.” Her mother’s voice spoke on the second message. Nicole sighed, placing what remained of the joint back between her lips as she forced herself back up off of the couch to rewind all the way to the beginning.

“Is there like… any other songs we could put on? I’m kinda sick of this one.” Her roommate spoke up from where she was sprawled out on the love seat that was diagonal from the couch, absolutely high out of her mind. Nicole ignored her, grabbing a random, empty envelope that was on the counter by the answering machine and a red sharpie to write down “Forest Hills Trailer Park. Hawkins, IN.” She stood there, staring at the jarringly red ink on the stark white paper of the envelope, and once again felt like she couldn’t move. Surely the only nearest writing utensil being one with red ink has to be a warning, right? A literal red flag screaming at her to crumple up the envelope and toss it in the trash along with the tape containing the first words her mother has spoken to her in about 3 years?

Feeling a sudden spark of anger in the pit of her stomach at the memory of the last time they spoke, Nicole did in fact crumple the envelope into a tight ball and tossed it into the trash before heading to her room.

…

She wanted to put it behind her, like it didn’t matter. She couldn’t stand her mother, and what? She thinks because she leaves a tearful message on the answering machine that Nicole will just forgive and forget? She rolled over in her bed for the hundredth time since nightfall, and of course the first thing her eyes fall on were her roller skates. Memories of holding Max’s hand while she rode down the street on the skateboard and herself on those quads flooded her mind, bringing a punch in the gut full of guilt along with it.

“Shit.” Nicole sighed to herself, flopping onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.

Was she really doing this? She was doing this, wasn’t she?

…

Nicole didn’t smoke cigarettes often. She was more likely to reach for weed, but considering she was traveling across state lines she was striving to be as clean as possible. Including chugging a crap ton of Pedialyte during her drive. She was pretty sure she heard someone mention something about the electrolytes or just hydrating frequently in general helped clear out your system, in case you were worried about being pulled over or ending up in any situation where you might get tested. Or was that coming from someone elbow deep in the hard shit? Either way, she figured it couldn’t hurt except for the constant bathroom breaks that frequently involved her parking crooked in a parking spot and running into a gas station bathroom before she pissed herself. One thing she knew for sure was the Pedialyte wasn’t doing shit for her stress, thus the cigarettes. She had been blowing through packs like crazy, and it was no surprise that the number of cigarettes she smoked went up the closer she got to Hawkins.

She was currently sitting there in her car right outside Forest Hills, and the only thing she could focus on was the sound of her turn signal and how badly she wanted to stuff about 5 cigarettes between her lips, light them all up, and smoke them all at once. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, considering her options. She could turn into the trailer park, and see her mom and sister for the first time in years. Or she could’ve just given up an apartment back in California, and wasted a crap ton of money driving to Indiana just to turn right back around.

“Dude, come on!” She heard someone yell from behind her, following it up with laying on his horn. Glancing in her rear view mirror she saw some long-haired guy in a van throw his arms up in frustration over her blocking the way into Forest Hills. Seeing that there wasn’t much of an option for her to pull off to the side or turn around with this asshole right behind her, Nicole turned into Forest Hills hearing nothing but her own heartbeat in her ears.

Shit… where was she even supposed to pull up? As she drove through, she looked at all the trailers in hopes of some kind of sign for where her mom and Max were. Of course there were none. She probably should’ve just called her mom back and clarified which trailer was their’s, but she knew better. She needed to come and be there for Max again, and she knew if she called instead of just showing up, speaking to her mom again would keep her right there in California. The guy in the van hurriedly pulled in front of—what Nicole guessed was—his trailer, the very moment she was out of the way. Unsure of what else to do, she parked off on the edge of the dirt road near his trailer, hearing him muttering to himself while pulling a guitar case from the back of his van. Risking going to a complete and utter stranger, Nicole got out of her car and rushed over to him.

“Hey, I— sorry about before. I’m kinda lost.” She blurted out, his facial expression showing his irritation at first until he glanced down to see the loose and faded Ozzy shirt she was wearing, which seemed to soften up the look he gave her.

“Nice shirt.” Was all he said at first, lazily gesturing a hand in the direction of her tee. “Uhh, yeah. Sure, it’s whatever. Where are you trying to go?” He asked, closing the doors to the back of his car.

“I’m looking for the Mayfields? Or Hargroves? I uh… I don’t know if my mom kept the last name or not. Susan and Max Mayfield… or Hargrove.”

“Mom? You’re Max’s sister?” The long-haired guy asked, looking surprised by that. He kinda leaned his head back like the new information was actually being dangled right in front of his face, the corners of his mouth turning down in thought. “Huh… but yeah you’re in the right area. They’re actually right across the road there.” He finally answered her question, resting one arm on his guitar case that was placed between him and his van while lifting his other arm to point towards the trailer. Nicole turned to look at where he was pointing, starting to get that feeling again like she might not even be able to move from where she was. Well. Guess it wasn’t just the weed.

She didn’t realize how long she had stayed there staring until the guy leaned over to one side to be in her periphery, and waved his hand to get her attention.

“Helloooo. You good? Got everything you need?”

“Uh, yeah… sorry.” Nicole laughed it off, turning to face him. “I just… it’s been a while and— you know what? You’ve helped plenty I’m not gonna make you listen to my mommy drama.” She laughed again, clasping her hands together and pressing her lips together in a tight line before parting them to continue talking. “So uhm thank you… oh uh. Not sure if we’ll run into one another again, I’m Nicole.” She held her hand out, and he stopped leaning on his guitar case to give her hand a brief shake.

“Eddie.”

“Well thank you, Eddie.” Nicole smiled and started back towards her car when she thought of something. “Oh, actually. One more thing, and then I promise I’ll leave you alone. I uhm…” She took a few steps closer so they could talk quietly, Eddie raising a brow and tilting his head forward more in her direction when she lowered her voice. “Not to, y’know, feed into stereotypes at all based on your looks, but uhm… I’m about to enter a very stressful situation and I have nothing on me cause I had to drive through, like, a shit ton of states… do you know any dealers around here?” She had a hopeful smile, honestly really nervous she was completely off base and he was about to freak out at her for making such an assumption about him. Eddie drummed his fingers on the side of his guitar case as he looked at her, a knowing smile forming on his face.

“Uhh… yeah. Yeah, I know where you could buy some stuff.”

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*so i’m thinking about making this a series. i already have so many ideas, i hope y’all are as hype about where this will go as i am!

also! i have the title for this chapter, but honestly have nooo idea what i’m gonna call the series. if you have any ideas for that, feel free to put them in the comments!

‘U like the way I fuck cuz I get rough’

Niharikajetty twitter

A-freaking-dorable💕

Izumi 'Hyunjin' Miyamura 🖤

gifs by: jinniebit

Sukuna got my stomach jumpin’ 😭😭😭

Imagine how much stamina jjk men has during sex, can you please make this a multi headcanon?😭😭

❛ RIDE IT LIKE YOU OWN IT! ❜

geto, toji, gojo, choso, sukuna. rating the jjk men stamina and how long they last.

warnings. mdni. fem! reader, multiple órgasms + rounds, dirty talk, praise, doggy, full nelson, daddy kink, unprotected s*x, pussydrunk men, breath play, squirting, breeding kink.

word count. 2.6k

☆ GOJO

without question, gojo could last for hours. many, many rounds. you’d be so drunk from his cock that by this point his moans start to grow even louder than yours.

“f-fuck, the way you fuck back against me,” he’d groan, his bottom lip pokes out before he’s got a mean grip on your hips. you’re just being drilled by this point from his dick, your head thwacking and hitting back and forth against the cushioned mattress. he’s so whiney, huffing and puffing as his eyes stared right at the mounds of your ass. you’d be slamming back into him, and your ears just ring from each individual spank he gives you. “how long ‘s been, baby—? gettin’ tired yet?”

“no,” you’d moan, and he’s buried balls deep, its like fatigue for him just wasn’t real. entirely nonexistent. gojo pivots his hips, rolling it against you while skimming his thumbs against your waist and you whine. “don’t s-stop.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he groans, and he feels the warmth of your feet wrap around his calves—you were speechless, mouth dangling open as he’s thrusting deep deep into you. “princess, y’know what you can do for me?” you swallow, feeling gojo lean in right up against your ass, one hand clinging onto your hip, another going between your legs. “play with yourself for me. remind me how much of a messy girl you are.”

“okay..” you’d whine, dragging a hand amidst your legs.

you wince at bit at the feeling of your thin panties sticking against you. gojo made you keep them on, lazily just pushing them towards the sides of your legs, all because he couldn’t wait. impatient.

whenever gojo would come home from day long missions, he’d give you bedroom eyes almost instantaneously. and you knew what that meant.

“s-satoru,” you’d babble, rubbing a few fingers against your clit, he’s got your head pressing into the mattress so good — small noises of surprised squeaks elicit from your throat. he made sure the arch you had was simply immaculate. your pussy continuously clenched around him, the girth of him easily stretching throughout your cunt. “fuckkk, fuck, right there.”

gojo gets off from your pleasure, and as he stares at your jerking body, he quickens his pace a bit more before uttering out a soft,

“oh…s-shittt,” and that’s when he feels you tighten up for a second. gojo’s breathing starts to pick up, thighs aching, and he knew exactly what was preparing to build up. “baby, fuck when…when you grip down on me like that ‘m gonna c-cum again.”

and he’s serious, deadly.

his base unremittingly whacks against your slick little entrance. your fingers were barely doing any sorts of stimulation because all the attention was going straight towards gojo’s mean rich thrusts. “damn, ya always jus’ milk me every—every fuckin’ time,” and as he spoke, he made sure to match his words with his hits against your cunt. “c-can’t stop ‘cause this pussy won’t let me.”

strands of spit trickled down the corners of your lips due to your mouth being open and you moaned, feeling gojo push you up—you’re matching his lewd rhythmic pace before he lets off a sharp gasp, dumping another load into you.

“g-god, you…you always know how to make a mess out of me,” he shudders, feeling every inch of his body grow staggeringly hot. such lengths of ropes — his cum fueled you up, it was sticky and you craved for more. gojo’s breathing was irregular, and yet he still wasn’t tired.

after all….he was the strongest.

so that meant, going again and again. even if that meant going all day, because one of gojo’s favorite things was to train your pussy, you.

☆ TOJI

his stamina would be equivalent to a horse. when toji fucks…he fucks.

“nah, don’t run now, y’er the one who’s been begging for me to give this pussy attention,” he’d gruff, and your tongue was just lolled all the way out — dragging and scraping against the fabric sheets of the bed.

toji treated you like a rag doll. you’d be pushed up against him, and he’s got you in full nelson. thick cock driving right into your cunt. you find your legs being all up in the air and you’re just whimpering frenetically.

“nasty girl. made me stop doin’ my sets jus’ to fuck ya. ‘oughta be ashamed of yourself,” and then you moan, feeling him pin his beefy arms around your neck to hold you gently in place. “got anythin’ to say? did all that talkin’ ‘n now y’er just radio silent. shame.”

“n-no,” you moaned, and you felt your knees buckle. toji’s fat cock buried deep against your walls, he hit everywhere, even the spots you didn’t even know existed. you were just dumbly bouncing on his lap — tongue stupidly rolled out with your breath hitching. “fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, daddy.”

“who?”

you grew sub substantially quiet, the only sounds running out of your mouth were your quiet shaky breaths.

toji’s got you in a firm safe headlock, softly bringing a hand to squeeze against your right tit, another toying against your slick entrance before he slyly murmurs against your ear, “aw. no back talk now? tell me what you jus’ called me, baby. or you won’t get to cum on me.”

chest heaving, you swallowed whatever pride you had left, shifting your hips a bit to feel how deep he was stuffed into you before you whined. “i-i called you daddy.”

“yeah you did,” he chuckles with a low rasp, sheer bass coating his tone entirely. you felt so small. he’s so strong, lifting you up and down to just buck and jolt on his fat cock—skin sharply ricocheting against his thigh each time you make directly contact.

“you don’t gotta be shy around me, doll,” he mutters, fingers softly curling around your neck. you were pressed up against his chest and toji slows you down with one hand attached to your hip.

another swiftly gets ahold of your chin before he slips a middle finger right into your mouth. he lowly guffaws, feeling you suck on it before replying, “i’ve always liked my women a little nasty for me.”

for a brief second, you were in the midst of catching your breath.

exhaling a low sigh against toji’s pecs that you laid on. he showcases a snarky grins, pressing a kiss against the left side of your neck. “oh come onnn, don’t tell me your legs gave out already,” and then he starts to rub against your clit again. you gasp, moaning before he also gives it a playful spank. “baby, it was only like what . . six rounds? damn, guess you really are a weakling.”

☆ SUKUNA

“…woman, you—you’re so foolish,” he groans, and the curse laid back with a clenched jaw, tightened pecs, and a left hand stuck against your left hip like glue. “keep fuckin’ me like that and ‘m gonna get you pregnant.”

“get me pregnant then,” you whine, leaning in to kiss him.

sukuna grunts, bringing the left temple of your ass a rough spank before he returns the kiss. he glides his tongue alongside yours, warm breath colliding with your own. your tongue slides near his fangs and he lets off a soft groan the more you grind your hips forward towards him in such a way.

after a while, he pulls back before staring at you. his hair was messy and ruffled.

beads of sheeny sweat race down the sides of his forehead before he breathes, “you’re so stupid,” and he traces both of his thumbs against your ass, watching your cunt swallow his thick inches wholeheartedly. “course you want that. you want me to fill you again, princess—?”

“yeah, that’s why i t-told you to get me pr—”

“watch your fuckin’ mouth, little girl,” sukuna chastised, kissing the fat of your ass with another spank. “don’t forget who you’re speakin’ to.”

just as you were about to roll your eyes, you gasp once he reaches a certain sensitive spot. shortly afterwards ; you whine from the incoming sting before you rock your hips at a much more hastened pace.

it’s probably been hours, and of course, sukuna had stamina for hours, days . . perhaps years, after all it is sukuna.

you’d be lucky that he didn’t break your pussy with his thick cock. just him easing his way inside of you, aligning himself gently just so it’d be easier that way—yet you still felt every ambrosial sweetened inch. “f-fuck ‘kuna,” you’d whimper, gradually slowing your hips down.

his jaw clenches again, and his eyes linger down to witness your hips, its rotating against him in such a sloppy slow way—you grind against his lap in response and it makes his head spin.

“d-damn,” he’d swallow, and that was probably the first time you’ve made sukuna stutter. your pussy gripped around him tightly, so much force that it made your ears ring and pop. “got so much cum to flood into your nasty cunt, better be grateful ‘n take every drop,” and then his voice pitches once he brings you closer towards his face with a cold grimacing glare. “wipe that fuckin’ smirk off your face.”

“make me.” you giggle, leaning in to kiss the left side of his lip.

yet you regret even saying that because within a blink of an eye — sukuna’s already got you flipped over on your stomach. he’s already preparing to jostle his hardened dick right back into you where it belongs. “i’ll fuckin’ make you,” and then he kisses his teeth, watching you teasingly wriggle your ass from excitement before growing quiet once he finished his words. “let’s see you take both of my cocks since you wanna be all big ‘n bad, whore.”

☆ GETO

his stamina comes out of nowhere . .

you’d end up teasing geto a bit too much and he just takes it out on your pussy. until the room’s entire smell is filled with nothing but a sweetened mixture of your natural scent of his lavished cologne scent that went against your nose each time.

“fuckkk, we gotta work on this arch of yours, baby,” geto chuckles.

you’re on all fours, staring at how dumb you look in the reflection of the mirror.

geto’s propped up behind you with the smuggest grin on his face, watching your body practically go limp—you moaned, feeling each ridge and edge of his cock prod against the insides of your pussy. he studies the curve of your ass with a toothy grin before using one hand to caress your hip, guiding you with the suaveness of his voice. “bend all the way back for me, yeahhh.”

his voice went so low, it made you throb. geto could do doggystyle on you for hours on end. until his legs would cramp up — but even then, he’d be too pussy drunk to halt. just a few seconds insides your gummy walls, he might as well be living in there at that point.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d moan, the thin sheets of fabric shocking against your perky nipples.

“don’t suguruuu me unless you’re about to cum, princess,” he whispers. his voice was soothing, yet so dirty. whenever he spoke to you like that, in such sass, it never failed to make you throb. he knew how to get under your skin each time and you hated it.

but at the same time . . it turned you on, and geto of all people knew that. he’s so deep, pumping you full of inches to where you’re just inanely bouncing against the spring mattress. “and you’re not about to cum yet, are ya?”

“n-no,” you’d whine, and he smiles at the subtle faint frustration in your tone. by this point, geto’s doggystyle turned into prone bone. he’s all up and pressed against your ass. such ruthless vigorous thrusts against you, you’re drooling for more of his bulky girth, more of his inches.

geto mocks the disappointed pout you had, and you saw through the mirrored reflection. he was such a tease. “exactly, baby” he purrs before giving the back of your tank top a slight tug—you bump up against him and the very tip of his cock kisses your g-spot. you moaned loudly at the feeling of how snuggly fit inside before you feel geto spill a thick load right into your pussy. “f-fuck, but i am..”

☆ CHOSO

with choso, it’s safe to say you probably wouldn’t be walking in the morning.

he’s sweet and gentle, yet once you whine to him how you want him to be a little bit more rough for once — he complied almost immediately.

“okay, okay,” he sibilates through gritted teeth, and choso would gently pick you up, in preparation to fuck you that way. he’s sweet and tender, choso realigns himself before your arms sling around his neck and he grunts hearing the squelching ‘pop’ your pussy hummed. “don’t look at me like that, ‘m trying..”

you giggle, cupping his face to kiss the top of his nose and instantly. choso’s face grows flustered. yet his entire demeanor changed once he was balls deep, fucking you while standing up as if he wasn’t just so timid and apprehensive a literal moment ago.

“oh my goddd,” you’d whine, feeling big hands of his rub against your waist. his touch was so gingerly, grazing down your spine with a few simple fingers. his dick went deep—you panted, and choso’s ears heat up once he heard your moans directly next to his ear. “riiight there, choso. f-fuck me there.”

“praise me m-more, princess,” he mewls, his head throws back as he holds you up. you clamp down on him so good. strings of your own slick and droplets of his cum from previous rounds going against his base . . choso’s struggling to keep his eyes open. “fuckin’ sloppy, so—good,” he huffs, and you’re just slamming back down against him in the process. “tell me how good ‘m doin’ for you, please.”

as you bounced against him, your breath hitched before you snuck a kiss against his lips. “you’re doing great, baby.”

“—yeah?” he pouts. you were so warm inside, it made his head swell. choso was so lenient yet so needy for more of your praises. he’d eat them up every time. just hearing you whisper in that sweet soft voice of yours that he was making you feel good. he didn’t care if he finished - he cared whether you finished, and that was more than enough to satisfy him.

“yeah.” you reply, and he finally returns the kiss, its more sloppy than usual. his tongue breezily brushes against yours, he moans right into your mouth before he feels himself starting to bottom out.

choso’s so vocal, letting off such the sluttiest moans and whimpers into your mouth—you remain with your arms wrapped around him, jerking up and down against him as he’s got you. “f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling his thighs ache before he shifts his heels a bit. a few steps and you’re pinned right up against the wall.

shaky legs of yours snake around his waist before he hears you let off the most candied moan, more so… an orgasm. he didn’t even know you were close, and yet he looks down once he feels your entrance soak all over him.

choso pants, still carrying you before murmuring in a hoarse reticent voice, “d-did you just squirt?”

you’re in the middle of catching your breath before your bottom lip quivers. useless legs dangling alongside his waist before you huff out a shaky breath. “y-yes.”

“oh,” he murmurs before staring into your eyes, “can you do it again?” he pouts, and he’s still buried to the hilt inside of you—you let off a soft noise once choso brings you close to his chest, licking against your ear before whining off a needy, “…please?”

He is such a beautiful human😭

JOSEPH QUINN for Wonderland Magazine