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Clark The Munch God
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Summary: Clark is King of munch. Superman is the god of munch.
Warnings: Adult Situations, 18+ only, Smut, oral fem receiving, swearing.
A/N: so I decided to write this little oneshot? Drabble? To make up for getting you all hornyâŚ
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SAE BF HEADCANONS MNDI
boyfriend!Sae is the type to hold eye contact during everything. Like everything, talking, staring, eating (you) and even during mid matches.
boyfriend!Sae is the kinda guy to be into backshots.. OKAY LISTEN. He would be so into seeing your back, and the way your ass slaps into him. His eyes would stay there, I mean donât get me wrong, heâs also the type to be like âhave you ever tried this one?â But mostly back shots <3
boyfriend!Sae would walk around the house with his choppy ass bangs but itâs cute.
boyfriend!Sae likes it when you disturb him while heâs working out but says itâs annoying. He would love it when you crawl under him while heâs doing push-ups.
boyfriend!Sae proudly wears your scratch marks on him like a medal. He wants others to see them while heâs in the locker room, he wants them to ask about it. Heâs super nonchalant about it though.
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Some Spideypool yearning
26 pages of them being dump, dramatic, not able to control themselves and some web spinnerets lol
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Third Insomniac Spider-man game (with Deadpool) be like
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there was a misunderstanding when Jason came back to life but only bcs he decided that he didnât want to deal with Bruce and all his shit right then so he made a turn on the way to Gotham and decided to start off small by reuniting with Dick in Bludhaven instead. work his way up.
issue is Dickâs been hallucinating Jason for the past 6 months. not even in a particularly sad way, just in a âmy little brother mocks me from the corners of the room daily and i canât even do anything about it bcs heâs DEADâ way. every time he calls hallucination-Jason an asshole the little prick says âok but you didnât come to my funeralâ and thereâs really no good response to that. so when ALIVE Jason shows up in his apartment and in an emotionally constipated attempt to soften the blow of âim not dead, surprise!â decides to just act casual and brotherly without any big displays or anything, Dick⌠responds in kind.
Jason: oh thank fuck weâre on the same page. no need for crying or annoying long conversations we can just work on. getting used to being a family again. this is ideal.
Dick: hey the asshole hallucination grew up. my subconscious is getting really creative.
Jason stays at Dickâs place for the next few weeks and they both settle into a comfortable cohabitation in which one brother is really relieved that he can focus on calming the Lazarus rage and being a younger brother without any over-emotional displays he isnât comfortable with, and the other does not know he is living with a real life other person. itâs honestly the most theyâve ever gotten along before.
the realisation only hits when Jason wakes Dick up at 3 in the morning because he couldnât sleep and made bbq ribs and wanted to know if he wanted any, and Dick in his barely conscious state was like âfuck yeah, hallucination ribs i can TASTE!â and then the next morning he wakes up with sticky fingers and sauce all over his sheets and the dishes they ate off cleaned and put back in the cupboard, and Dick makes the connection of like. there is no way on earth his half asleep mind would even CONSIDER cleaning up the cutlery after eating. but Jason 100% would. which means Jason cleaned up last night. which means the ribs were real and so was he. which means-
holy fucking shit his brotherâs alive
Bruce is not impressed when after the eventual big family reunion he asks Dick why the fuck he didnât tell anybody else that Jason was alive and Dick goes bright red before mumbling âwell he didnât want to share his food until week four of living with meâŚ.â
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what if Damian wasnât sent to Bruce by Talia and instead decided to do a bit of early child-rebellion by running away to him himself. Talia, pissed off but too busy dealing with uprisings in the league to go track him down herself, calls up the person Damian is most likely to listen to other than her; his brother, who she trusts to keep him safe.
the thing is, Jason is 1: busy with his own missions atm 2: was also once a rebellious little asshole who liked to run away from home. he was Damianâs tutor once, he knows the kid can handle himself and he also knows if he CANâT handle something heâll contact Jason for help. he knows this because about a week before Talia called him, Damian called him.
Jason, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder: what do you want, iâm undercover
Damian: i require money for a fake passport.
Jason:
Jason, letting go of the guy he was beating up: alright you have my attention.
Damian: i am running away from home. i wish to do something âfor the loreâ like the stories you used to tell me as a child.
Jason:
Jason âiâm going to ethiopiaâ Todd: thereâs some stuff in the fake panel under my bed. donât tell me where youâre going, i donât want to be complicit when Talia calls. also donât die, because if you do iâm gonna make you eat dirt once you get out of the pit.
Damian: understood. if i am about to die, i shall call again.
Jason: have fun kiddo.
so Jason tells Talia heâll âkeep an eye out for any leadsâ and then goes back to his normal business. league missions, his own missions, some outlaw shit, and eventually he ends up crime lording it up in Gotham. heâs a little confused when Tim Drake is seen swinging around as Red Robin rather than just Robin, but he got over his obsession with the Robin shit a while ago, so he ignores it.
until he runs into Batman and Robin. and there isnât a mask in the fucking world that could hide his kid brotherâs face from him.
Red Hood:
Robin:
Red Hood:
Robin:
Batman: why are you two staring at each other like that. whatâs happening.
Robin:
Red Hood: *deep sigh*
Robin: are you going to tell mother-
Red Hood: -when you said âlike the stories i used to tell youâ.
Robin: *looks at the floor*
Red Hood: i did NOT think you meant running to a different country to find your birth parent. you fucking COPIER.
Robin:
Robin: âŚbut you made being Robin sound so coolâŚ
Batman: what the fuck are you two talking about?
Red Hood, pointing: you stay out of this, this is family business.
Batman: ????
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Bruce: *genuinely excited but keeping a neutral expression. Dressed to the absolute nines, holding a large bouquet of flowers* I have a date, I will not be back for dinner
Tim: *looking up from his iPad* ? What do you mean you have a date? I wasnât aware you were talking to anyone? When did you start talking to them? Who is them?!
Jason: Wow, way to not sound stalkerish Timmers. Going back to your roots I see
Dick: Shut up, both of you. Anyways, Bruce weâre super happy for you! Arenât we? *glaring at his brothers*
Damian: I do not approve Baba
Bruce: Didnât expect you to *ruffles Damianâs hair to annoy him*
Tim: But seriously though, who is it?
Bruce: *glancing down at his watch* Oops, looks like I gotta jet. Donât wait up!
Jason: ⌠but seriously who is it?
- 5 minutes later -
Batboys are hunched over Timâs computer as they frantically try to dig up information on Bruceâs date
Bruce: *slams front door shut and throws flowers in the fireplace* Love is dead and evil. Cheating bitches should die. I hate everything
Batboys: *blinking in surprise*
Bruce: *stomping up the stairs, yelling* Alfred! Whereâs the key for the liquor cabinet?
Dick: So⌠Dames I heard you recently sharpened your sword?
Damian: *nods enthusiastically* Indeed
Jason: Great! I need some target practice anyways. You coming Tim?
Tim: Yeah one sec I gotta text Cass and Duke, theyâll want a piece of the action *texting furiously on his phone*
Dick: *on the phone* Hey Aunt Harley, would you happen to be free right about now?
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Another dream lol, Iâve been sitting on this one trying to put it into words
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Something terrible happens on patrol. Itâs one of the rare nights that Bruce is completely alone, the rest of the family too angry to even be in the same room as him. Bruce understands, he really does. He hates himself too.
So, instead of sitting his family down and risking the inevitable fumble of his words, which would ultimately just make things worse, he does what he always does. He dons his cowl and he roams the streets, looking for someone to save, even if he canât save himself.
It rough. Itâs like all the petty criminal somehow got the memo that Bats was going at it alone. Bruce hardly had a moment to breathe as he jumped from alley to alley, just doing what he could.
Whether or not Bruce gets distracted by trying to protect an innocent civilian, overwhelmed by sheer number of perps surrounding him, a flashback of intense trauma, or another reason; Bruce gets shot.
Batman takes down the criminal who shot him with ease, pretending that the bullet missed or was deflected by his cape.
Bruce stumbles into an empty and desolate alley, bleeding severally from his side as he slumps down against a wall. He canât help but remember his parents in a ln alleyway so similar to the one he was in now.
And fuck, if that doesnât make him want to see his family. So, he calls them. The rapid blood loss making his hands shake and his vision swim with every movement.
Dick first. His first baby that he made so many mistakes with, but they still love each other. Dick is a constant in his life that he can always rely on for joy and to see the brighter side of things. Bruce is sure that if he never got involved Dick still would have grown into the wonderful and impressive adult that he was currently.
He goes straight to voicemail
Jason next. Heâs not technically supposed to have his number but heâs Batman so it wasnât that hard to find. Letting Jason down has always been Bruceâs greatest regret. Heâs happy where they are now in their relationship, but he canât help but think of the what-ifs. He wonders if Jason truly knows how much he loves him and never regrets taking him in.
He goes straight to voicemail
Tim pulled him out of the most depressive time of his life when not even Alfred or Dick could. No matter what Tim thought, he would always be his little boy, not just the neighborâs son. Heâs so intelligent and kind that Bruce feels his hearts swell every time he sees him
He goes straight to voicemail
He wishes with everything in his being that he had been in Damianâs life since the beginning. He wishes that he could connect with him now. Damian is so sweet and kind, not only with animals despite what he and a lot of people think. Bruce loves seeing him grow and learn away from the League of Assassins.
He goes straight to voicemail
Alfred has taken care of Bruce since the very beginning, even before his parents died. Even if Alfred would never acknowledge it, he knows that the three of them were in love with each other. Alfred took the place where his father would be if he was still alive. Heâs always been there to set him straight or encourage him. Alfred promised him, when he was just a boy in a world of unknown, that he would always answer when he called.
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Bruce finally calls the Batmobile and has the car auto drive to his location. He limps into the front seat and watches his city fly by.
When he gets to the cave he collapses in a cot, shivering slightly, wondering why that cave suddenly feels so cold and why he feels so tired.
Bruce doesnât have any time for that. He patches himself up, extracting the bullet from his side and stitching up his wound. He writes his report, keeping it simple and void of an unnecessary actions and emotions.
If anyone asks him, Bruce will tell them that nothing happened. It was a quiet night.
â°(*´︜`*)âŻâĄ
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No Justice League identity reveal but Nightwing gets recruited to be a member
Batman wants to keep his family safe but also realizes that his baby boy is a grown man and can make his own decisions, even if this baby gives him a heart attack.
Nightwing is strong, smart, and levelheaded in battle. Heâs got a good personality that many heroes, young and old, admire greatly. It would be a great disservice to the the hero world.
So Nightwing joins the Justice Leauge.
Boom, immediately everyone feels like something is wrong. Nightwing is a legend of his own in the superhero community, just like Batman. Obviously, the League figured the only two unpowered humans in the team would get along, but this is too much
Nightwing is constantly on him. Hanging off his shoulders, playing with his fingers, draped over his lap, flipping off his shoulders??? Doing a whole acrobatic routine based on Batmanâs body??? Itâs strange and off putting.
Batman pretends like itâs not even happening, like heâs completely used to it.
He calls him nicknames, mocks his voice and his serious attitude, argues with him. Itâs like the League has been dumped in an alternate dimension. (Theyâve checked, but no⌠still the same dimension)
Now, something heroâs are painfully aware of is that Batman can be kinda territorial about his food. He doesnât do jokes about trying to steal his food. He leveled Hal with such a flat stare that the man actually apologized and stayed silent for an entire lunch period
And Nightwing has grown close enough to all the main League members that heâs invited to sit at their âtableâ for lunch. Another reason theyâre suspicious of Nightwing, he voluntarily sits by Batman
Nightwing has his own food and finishes it in record speed (obvi not counting Flash) but then⌠he starts picking at BatmanâsâŚ?
Batman doesnât even blink or slap his hand away. Then Nightwing opens his mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed and⌠Batman feeds him??? He cuts off the best part of his steak and just pops it into Nightwingâs mouth.
Why are they both acting like this is complete normal???
Nightwing is stealing his lunches, taking snack out of his utility belt (which is just wow cause why does Batman carry so many snacks??), taking sips of his drinks or just stealing the whole thing for himself
Itâs absolutely crazy
And on rare occasions, when Nightwing is eating something he doesnât like or canât finish, he just pushes over to Batman. And he eats it!!
The League checks again just to make sure they still havenât been transferred to another dimension
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Alfred felt as though it was incredibly inappropriate for a butler to accompany his young master to any sort of gala or gathering so Bruce had to get used to being by himself very quickly at a young age
Due to being left all alone when he would usually be with his parents, Bruce was put in increasingly unsafe situations over and over. Most of the time, there was no safe adult for him to feel comfortable enough telling. And if there was, how would he know they were safe?
He could tell Alfred, but what good would that do? Alfred has told him time and time again that he is his employee, nothing more and nothing less. Alfred cannot help him. Alfred cannot save him
Alfred doesnât want to
I believe that at a very early age, due to how most of the socialites and rich people are in Gotham, Bruce had to get used to unwanted stares, touches, and advances
And heâs so pretty. Heâs been so pretty ever since he was small, even with his parents alive they had to work hard to keep him safe. To keep others away. To draw a hard line in the sand for what is acceptable and what is not. But now theyâre gone and heâs trying to keep himself safe. But people always want to touch, take, possess, and destroy pretty things
But all of his children are pretty too.
With all of his kids he makes sure that theyâre as safe as can be, unlike how it was with him
The first time that he brings Dick to a gala, he holds the boy the entire time. Dickâs face is mostly tucking into Bruceâs suit jacket, shielding him from the flashes of the paparazzi and unwanted stares. Especially with his âexoticâ heritage of being Romani⌠itâs a recipe for disaster in Gotham
Bruce refuses to let a single person touch Dick, even socialites that he trusts. He knows how quickly someone you trust can turn on you once they realize youâre vulnerable.ďżź
He keeps Jason by his side as well. Gotham high society hates anyone who didnât grow up rich. Is heâs not by Jasonâs side, he makes sure Dick is. Dick can now fend for himself, but Bruce always makes sure theyâre in his line of sight.
Tim has been to these parties before, and considering how negligent his parents were⌠Bruce makes sure to tell Tim that he would never be mad at him for anything that happened and he is not to blame. That adults should have protected him and saved him. He tells Tim all the things he wished someone had told him when he was younger. They hug and cry about it.
Heâs always so thankful that Stephanie never wanted to go to galas as mean as it makes him sound. She never had to be subjected to the cruelties of adults who had no business leering after young girls. Now that sheâs older and sometimes pops in if Timâs going, Bruce knows that theyâll protect each other.
Cass is strong and smart, but sheâs also very very new to this life and more vulnerable than the rest of his kids. Bruce wishes he could give her a sense of normalcy. Itâs just another thing thatâs he failed at.
He knows that if push came to shove, like the rest of his children, she would not hesitate to defend herself. But there should be no shove. She shouldnât have to. Bruce dances with her all through the night every time she decides to grace a gala with her magnificent presence. It keeps her happy, it keeps her away from harm
His youngest baby is a fire cracker, ready to take on anyone and anything that could possibly be perceived as a threat to him and his family. As much as his other babies joke that he keeps Damian nearby to stop him from stabbing people, he doesnât want anyone to look at Damian.
Damian is barely older than he was when he returned back to Gotham high society. The only difference is that Damian now has him and all of his siblings. Itâs still hard to let go, even if he knows his children are there to keep an eye on everything
Duke is very similar to Jason in more ways than one, epically since he was also born on the âpoorerâ side of Gotham that most elites loathe unjustly. Heâs seen it before, even with high standing black families. Being suddenly accused of stealing a watch or pickpocketing an expensive pearl necklace. Lives ruined simply because of the color of their skin
Nothing like that will ever happen to Duke in his presence. Bruce knows he canât protect Duke from all the racism in the world, but man if he doesnât want to try
Bruce has never let his family deal with his issues. He believes heâs simply not worth the trouble. So whenever he gets hit on at galas in ways that make him uncomfortable he just fakes a smile. When he feels unfamiliar hands touching him and grabbing at his body, he fakes more smiles and leans into if there are too many people watching.
Just as heâs about to make an excuse, any kind of excuse to finally get away and take a breather, Dick suddenly pops up in front of him while he feels Jason and Duke slide up behind him, pushing away the elites that had circled him
Bruce makes a soft confused sound, trying to figure out what was happening, but then Damianâs tugging on his sleeve and he already has his baby in his arms. The whirlwind that is Tim and Steph together sweep him away from the confused group of elites.
The group makes their way back over to where Cassandra is smiling expectantly, giggling softly at the confused expression on Bruceâs face.
âDance with me?â She requested softly, knowing that Bruce would never refuse her. Bruce squeezes Damian to his chest before handing him over to Tim, which Damian surprisingly doesnât protest
Bruce takes Cassandraâs hand and they dance around the ballroom floor with ease, over and over one of Bruceâs children came and swept him away before anyone else could get the chance
âDonât worry, we got you Dad.â Dick smiled softly as Bruce spun him around before being passed over to Stephanie and Damian.
âI know.â Bruce chuckled, feeling so safe for the first time in a long time. âI know.â
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your overworked bf makes it up for neglecting you ^o^

it was another one of those nights where he stayed up in the dark depths of the night, scribbling down different notes for himself to review the following day. he had been overwhelmed with the amount of preparation that needed to be done for his upcoming project at work.
you couldnât remember the last time you even kissed properly, aside from the little pecks he gave you when he left for work or when he shushed you to sleep. you perk up as you hear him sigh loudly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before closing his notebook and setting it to the side.
âyouâre still up pretty girl?â he worriedly asks, turning his body over so he can spoon your plush body. heâs met with uncomfortably loud silence but a firm grind of your soft body being pushed against his. confusion is plastered across his face but before he is able to get a word out, you speak up, âi miss you.. i-i want youâ you whisper. he is so incredibly dumbfounded but still decided to indulge you further.
âhow dâya want me..?â
your naughty advances are what led you here, your pajama shorts lost on the floor while your full leg is hiked up to allow his now hardened cock to push its way past your warmth. âbiiiig stretch honey- ngh!â he mumbles, shoving his girthy cock deep inside of you, hefty balls sitting perfectly against your swollen clit.
âo..oh f-feels so good mmf!â you babble, your dainty hand gripping onto your plump thigh as heâs rubbing slow n agonizing circles on your puffy clit. heâs licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, earning a breathy gasp from your lips. âiâm all the way up in here- hah..dâya feel it? hmm?â he teases, pressing a heavy hand to the fat of your stomach.
ây-yes! so deep nngh.. gimmie more!â you cry, attempting to bounce your hips back onto his, desperate for friction. he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth before fucking up into you harshly, your aging bed creaking like thereâs no tomorrow. heâs bringing his hand up from your clit to fondle your tit, grasping onto it as his leaky tip pounds against your sopping cervix.
âgonna give it all to you, âkay? be a good girl and take it.. hah.â he grumbles, your tight cunt creaming all over his cock, globs spilling down to his balls. your plush body jiggles as he rocks his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.
âmâcumming! f-fuckk .. donât stop!â you squeal, his hand moving back down to your clit to rub sloppy circles around your nub. your cunt is fluttering around his lengthy cock when you feel his warmth begin to spill inside you, hot cum filling your insides. your mind exploding in pure bliss as specks of white begin to coat your entrance.
ânngh! so fuckin filthy..â he whines, your head toppling backwards to give him a sweetened kiss. heâs gripping into yours hips, slowly stroking his sensitive cock into you before pulling out and letting his fluids seep out.
he hates making his sweet girl feel so neglected but god.. make up sex sure does feel good

a/n : thank you so much for 1k !! i got a lot of asks for overworked/exhausted drabbles of various diff characters so i decided to write a miscellaneous one to satisfy some of you :D | thank you for all the support <3 , likes & reblogs are appreciated!
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White lie - Incubus! Jotaro x Reader NSFW | Part 1
Guess whoâs not dead đ So uh, Iâve been working on this for a long time. Enjoy the depravity :3
CW: Corruption(attempt), monsterfucking
Word Count: 7925
Heavily breathing, your back was plastered to the thick and cold stone wall, your eyes wide as you clutched your hands at your heart, a feeble defense from what was in front of you.
The man - no, creature - skulked in front of you, his eyes calculating and slightly devious.
When heâd come up to you before, you just thought he was in costume for Halloween, just like you were - spouting honeyed words, whispering appealing promises in your ear; just another partygoer who seemed to have the same interests as you. But once he took you aside, trapped you in this abandoned part of the church, you realised it was more than that. His appearance wasnât just a costume, it was truly monstrous.
Horns sprouted from the top of his head, angled back and twisting slightly near the end. His arms up to past the elbow looked as if they were dipped in ink, ending in claws, poised and ready - for what you didnât know. Clothes were almost fully absent from his body, save for the cloth around his waist, tied to him via a thin strap running over one shoulder. All of that was superficial though, compared to the tail slowly swishing and curling behind him, as well as the talon like feet he sported, equally appearing dipped in ink.
âYouâre so scared.â The creature observed, almost tutted, and your breathing sped up even more, causing him to take a step forward. In reaction, you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for something to happen, a final blow, agonising pain, anything. What you instead got, was a clawed hand grasping your chin, tilting your head up straight. âIâm not going to hurt you.â
His fingers were warm on your skin, his grip strong as you couldnât even move your head a millimeter. Slowly, you dared peel your eyes open, met with vibrant oceanic eyes watching your every move.
ââŚWhat do you want?â Your voice was but a whisper, a plea for your life even, too scared to speak up louder.
âYou.â
His hand released your chin, his nails no longer digging into your cheeks as he instead traced the column of your neck with his index finger as his eyes followed the motion.
âM-Me? My soul?â You were breathless, feeling the sharp claw run over your windpipe, too scared to move, but the creature scoffed.
âIâm no demon. I donât deal in souls. What I need is far more carnal.â
He had moved on to playing with the hood of your outfit, his eyes following the movements of his fingers until you spoke again. âWhat⌠what do you want then?â
âTurn away from your god and give in to me. Do that and Iâll leave you alone.â
He spoke that in all seriousness, a stoic and determined look on his face before he leaned forward, forcing you into a kiss.
You squeaked, grabbing his head as you immediately felt his tongue - way longer than it should be - slipping into your mouth that was still open from confusion and shock.
Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, his hands landing on your hips as he kissed you. His long tongue ran through your mouth, curling around your own and massaging it before letting go in favour of plunging as deep as it could.
You almost felt like just a vessel to his ministrations, merely stuck to let him move his lips against yours.
Gagging softly on his tongue, he finally pulled away, allowing you to breathe.
Pulling your hand up, you launched it towards his face but right before it could make contact with his cheek, he gripped your wrist.
âThatâs unbecoming of you, Sister.â
Sister? Finally his words were starting to make sense in your head. Sister, God, carnal. He thought you were an actual nun. So that means, whatever he was, he was after the church?
While you were in thought he leaned close again, forcing a little surprised noise from your throat as you pushed further back into the wall behind you.
âLet me pleasure you right here. Defile you in front of your God.â
Swallowing heavily, you were stuck looking at him. He⌠he wasnât bad to look at honestly. His face was handsome even, his jawline sharp, good cheekbones, he even had pretty lashes. The longer you waited, the closer he gravitated towards you, pressing his body to yours and you placed your hands on his chest in a faux attempt to push him away, only making you blush as you felt the ridges and bumps of his abs.
It was pretty clear what he was after. Yet as you looked at him, you turned less and less afraid. If he was after a nun, maybe it wasnât so bad to play the part. You were planning to get shitfaced anyways at the Halloween party and this was basically a one night stand, no strings attached. He said it himself that heâd leave.
âYouâll⌠leave after?â You asked, now partly acting though it was mostly sincere.
âI wonât step foot in this church again.â
âO-Okay.â You breathed a little shaky, nervous about what you were agreeing to.
It increased tenfold when a wicked glint appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. Out of nowhere, bat-like wings shot out from behind him, blocking out all light from hitting you and your eyes widened in fear. Shooting forward, the small fingers on top pinned your wrists to the wall behind you, all the while the creature lifted you up against the wall by your thighs, your face now level with his while he pressed his pelvis into yours.
âWait-â You panicked but a squeeze to your thigh shut you up.
âStop squirming. Theyâve been there this entire time, itâs your fault for not noticing them folded up on my back.â
âN-No, thatâs not it. Youâre- H-Here?!â Your breathing sped up, in fact very much lying about it not being the wings. You struggled a little, attempting to pull your wrists free, but despite the thin and flimsy look of the tiny black claws, barely fitting around your wrists, their strength was unmatched.
âNo one is here, no one is coming here. Would you rather we do it in your communal hall?â There was a teasing tone to his voice and you bit your lip, closing your eyes.
You honestly would rather be in your bed at home doing this, but that would probably give away youâre not really a nun and who knows what happens then. You wonât get laid, thatâs for sure. âN-No.â
âGood.â Guiding your legs around his waist, you knew what he wanted and locked them around him, pulling him closer. âStop being so scared. Thereâs only one thing Iâm after and youâll like it.â He whispered that in your ear, pulling back to give you a view of his face as you blushed deeply. With that, he pushed his hands under your clothes.
- - - -
Gasping, you kept your face buried in his shoulder, trying to contain your moans as he pumped into you.
Your back was scraping against the wall but you couldnât care less, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you. He was filling up every single part of you, his dick stretching you out beyond anything youâve ever had.
âPlease, god, f-â
âDonât go pleading to Him now.â The creature chuckled breathily, his breathing laboured as he re-gripped the arm holding you up. âCall my name instead. Jotaro.â
Despite everything going on, you were too scared to say his name, afraid it might do more than just be his name. Noticing your silent refusal, he slammed into you harshly, forcing a moan from you before you buried your face in his shoulder again, leaving him to huff in twisted amusement.
The corruption he was enacting was only second to the pleasure for Jotaro, every moan and jolt and squeeze around his member from you feeding him.
You were taking him so well, merely moaning and holding on to him like a good kitten and slowly but surely, the incubus fell addicted.
Every time he pushed his hips to yours, every time he pulled back only to bottom out again. Your bodyâs little jolts, the way you were drooling into his skin, how your arms struggled to break free from his wings, your fingers twitching to grab something. All of it was gathering in a warm pit in his stomach, his laboured breathing turning to panting. Heâd never felt anything like this before.
Thrusting faster, your slick dripped down from how wet you were and finally he released your wrists. Instantly, your hands shot forward to hug around him, your nails digging into his back with one hand while the other shot into his hair, quickly latching onto a horn and pulling.
Forced to angle his head backwards by your pulling, a snarl left him, exposing the sharper canines he sported, all the while his wings wrapped around your back, softening the friction against the wall as you were pulled even closer.
âI canât-!â You begged, curling your toes as you slowly reached the orgasm you had been trying to stave off for so long.
âLet go. Give in to me.â Jotaro growled, his hips snapping into yours and with that you couldnât take it.
You came hard as you put your hand in front of your mouth to muffle yourself, pulling his horn back. Jotaro growled as you did, not slowing his thrusts down in the slightest as he fucked you through your orgasm.
And it wouldnât be for another two before he reached his own peak, spilling deep inside of you with a satisfied groan while you were an exhausted mess, slumped against him.
-
Panting to catch his breath, the incubus released one hand from you to slick his hair back between his horns before wrapping it back under your ass, still buried balls deep within you, his spend starting to leak out.
âFâŚuck.â
Chuckling briefly at your profanity muttered into his skin, Jotaro sliced through the material covering your neck, nosing at your now exposed skin as he softly pressed kisses to it, latching on not long after and sucking his mark.
You whimpered a little and just to be cruel, the fiend pinched your clit, making you clench around the flesh still buried inside.
âNot so bad, was it?â He hummed after letting go, satisfied to see the large bruise forming.
Not getting an answer, the creature huffed a bit in annoyance. Did he really fuck your brains out that much?
Unfurling his wings from you, he folded them to his back, letting your legs down from his waist as he slowly sat you back on your legs. âStand on your own now, come on.â Following his command, you shakily put your weight back on your legs instead of hanging on him, a little whine leaving you when the incubus dragged his cock out of you. âDonât worry.â He hummed, his hands making their way under your dress before it could fall down in order to grasp your panties, swiftly pulling them up and snug to your hips. âYouâre going to carry around my cum for a little while longer.â
True to his word, you could feel your panties getting soaked with his spend as it leaked out of you, yet the thick, frothy substance was unable to go anywhere with how tightly the devil had pulled your panties up.
âTake those off before the day is done and our agreement is off. I want you to feel your sin.â Jotaro stepped closer to you, pinning you to the wall with his body. âFeel as it settles here-â His hand placed on your stomach, a blush making its way on your tired face. â-Feel how I have claimed you, here.â His hand slid down, instead sliding back and forth over the flat of your soaked panties, before pushing when he glid over your entrance, lightly pushing his finger inside you, panty and all. âUnderstood?â
âUnder-Understood.â You swallowed, a calm washing over the incubus before you as he cupped your face suddenly. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours and - though surprised - you closed your eyes, kissing back.
His hand retreated from your face and once his lips moved away and you opened your eyes, he was gone.
- - - -
The rest of the night, you stood in the corner. You felt like the scum of the earth. Not only did you have sex in a church, you had sex in a church with what you could only describe as a minor devil. And now you were standing in said church, the devilâs cum stuffed in you, leaking into your panties.
You had to lie to everyone who asked about the tear in your costume by your neck and the bruise behind it, saying your costume got caught and you accidentally ripped it open.
Once it was finally time to go home, you never walked home so fast. It was 1am by the time you got there, closing your door behind you and slumping into it, sliding to the floor.
âFuckâŚâ You groaned, kicking off your shoes before taking off the nun hood, turning it around in your hold to look at the tear in it.
Sitting for a few seconds, staring at it, you eventually sighed deep, throwing it to the side. âWorth it.â
Getting up, you groaned as you felt the gross feeling in your panties, quickly making your way upstairs.
Lifting the costume off of yourself, you sighed in relief. It was fun, but the thing was hot and tight and getting it off finally felt like a godsend.
Standing in just your bra and your panties, you made your way to your bathroom. It was the middle of the night but you couldnât go to sleep this filthy.
Taking off your bra, you then started reaching down for your panties, only to stop once you held the hem.
You made a deal. He told you to wear your panties until, what was it? The end of the day?
Stopping dead in your tracks, a dread took hold of you. You⌠couldnât remember properly. Did he say until the end of the day or did he say a whole day? You didnât even know what time it was when you- Should you risk it?
Pacing back and forth a bit, in the end, your panties were just getting too uncomfortable, and the thought of sleeping with it was just too much to bear.
Taking your panties off, you instantly threw them in the bin, stepping into the shower and washing all the grime and filth off of yourself before finally getting ready for bed.
Crawling inside, your head hadnât hit the pillow for more than ten seconds before you were already asleep.
- - - -
Sighing deeply, you pushed yourself further into your pillow before sleepily blinking your eyes open.
A scream ripped from your throat as you noticed the figure standing in the dark of your room, illuminated by the moonlight, and you scrambled to get back, pushing yourself into the corner of the wall as far as you could while staying on your bed.
You were pushing back and back and back but started to slow down when you noticed the figure wasnât moving any closer, nor saying anything.
In an action that may be stupid, you lunged over your bed towards your nightstand, clicking on the light you had there before shooting back as the room became illuminated.
âYou done?â
The familiar voice made you widen your eyes and slowly look up, now properly getting his appearance. âY-You?â
Jotaro remained silent as he looked down at you, his arms crossed over his chest, creating a contrast with the inky flesh of his arms and the normal colour of his torso.
âW-What are you doing here?â You trembled.
It had been a week. Why was he here?!
Instead of saying something, the devil leaned closer. âHow about instead of âWhat are you doing here?â you ask âWhat are you?â.â He smirked while you leaned back, your personal space invaded.
Too scared to do anything else, you obliged. âW-What are you?â
Putting his hands on the bed on either side of you, he leaned even closer until you were a small ball cowering in the corner, his torso hanging over you. âPissed. Thatâs what I am.â
Your eyes widening, you started trembling, knowing he had found you out and had come for revenge.
Seeing your shaking form however, the devil rolled his eyes. âDonât be so scared, I told you before, didnât I? I wonât hurt you.â Pulling back, he stood up straight again, re-crossing his arms over his chest. âItâs my own fault for not noticing.â
âWhat?â You blubbered. âS-So, you donât mind that I-?â
âTook advantage of the opportunity?â The devil curled his lips in what seemed like disgust, snarling a bit which made your heart speed up in fright. âOh no, I mind that. Like I said, Iâm pissed off.â He snarled further, glaring down at you before he let up, slicking his hair back between his horns again to calm himself down. âFortunately, I like you.â
âW-We had an agreement. You said youâd leave me be. T-The fact that I wasnât what you thought I was shouldnât affect the deal, cause that- that was your mistake!â You awkwardly made your point and the incubus only leaned in close again, his face neutral as he looked back and forth between your eyes in silence for an uncomfortably long while.
âClever little one, arenât you?â He scoffed eventually before leaning back up. You sighed in relief, until you looked at his face and saw the tiniest of uptilt in his lip. âOur agreement is not off, youâre right in that. I wonât ever step foot in that church again.â
Your eyes widening, the fiend cruelly chuckled at your realisation. âWhat are you going to do to me?â
âTo you? Nothing.â He hummed, his tail swishing behind him. âWith you? Well I was hoping for another good fuck.â
âWhat?â You squeaked.
Huffing out in amusement, he leaned in, placing his hands on either side of you on the bed again, leaning in close until his lips were grazing the shell of your ear. âIâve seen your thoughts- your dreams of me.â He muttered, the smirk he sported almost audible. âDonât be annoying, stop denying it.â
âI-I never-â
âI said stop denying it.â He growled, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Grabbing you, he instantly pulled you towards himself before turning to the left and pinning you to your bed. âIâm an incubus, you really think any lewd thought pertaining to me goes by me?â
You squeaked softly, your hands covering your chest as you noticed his tail swishing behind him in annoyance. âIâm sorry.â
Clicking his tongue, he let go of you, instead placing his hands back on the bed. âA verbal apology does nothing for me. You know what I want.â
Your breathing speeding up slightly, you looked up and down his body before swallowing nervously. âBut what if I donât want it?â You whispered and at that, the devil suddenly pulled back, his face losing its edge as he calmly looked down.
âThen Iâll wait until you do.â Calmly moving his hand, he placed it under your chin, wary of his claws as he tilted it up slightly, seemingly analysing your face. âIâm not evil, if thatâs what youâre thinking. I wonât do what you donât want.â
His sudden calm words caused a blush to form on your face, one which he saw, making him smirk a bit. âDoes my kindness surprise you, Sister?â
âIâm not a nun.â You mumbled and his eyes narrowed at that.
âGood, I needed to hear you say it. Kitten then.â He calmly spoke. âDonât mistake it for kindness. Itâs general decency. Even we Incubi have certain rules we uphold.â He smirked while looking into your eyes.
âWhat happens if you break them?â You mumbled, your mouth a bit dry.
At that, he sat back a bit. âThe high lords break us.â His tone was matter of fact and you suddenly felt uncomfortable for asking.
Suddenly, your eyes widened slightly as something started curling around your leg. Looking down, you noticed the black shape of his tail slowly snake around your calve, moving up.
âYou need to make a decision soon, little one. I wonât stay on this plane forever.â
Hearing him utter those words, you looked up, straight into his eyes. âOkay. To apologise for tricking you.â
The corners of his mouth quirked up as his eyes narrowed smugly, satisfaction radiating from him as he lowered himself over you. âGood.â
With that, he tilted his head and attached his lips to yours.
There was no gentle start as he instantly moved his lips hungrily, his hands landing on your waist and squeezing as he devoured you, leaving you barely able to breathe through your nose even.
A little squeak left you, causing the devil to hum lowly, opening his eyes to gaze at you through half lidded eyes in the kiss.
Breaking apart moments after, his tongue snaked out as he swiped it over the seam of your lips, making your eyes widen as he already moved his head down, burying his face against your throat where he started marking your skin.
âJotaro-â
âSo you do remember my name?â The incubus smirked as he spoke against your throat, instantly going back to sucking and biting, all the while your heart skipped a beat in panic.
You said his name, you didnât think. Youâd been so caught up in his touch that you didnât think before you spoke. âI-â
âRelax. I told you before; Iâm not a demon. Nor am I a fae. Names have no hold or use here.â Pulling back from your neck, the devil looked into your eyes. âFor someone whoâs agreed to have sex for the second time, youâre awfully distrusting.â
âWhat do you expect?â You countered, looking away to the side, but Jotaro was having none of that as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.
âI have been nothing but honest in every word Iâve said. My intentions are clear. Youâre the only one resorting to trickery.â
âI-It was one thing!â You sputtered, making the creature scoff.
âHonest one out of two times, good job.â As he said that, his hand travelled down and pushed into your crotch.
Squeaking, you snapped your legs shut but the leathery wings on his back unfolded again, the small claws shooting down onto your thighs as he forced them open.
âStay put now.â There was a mocking tone to his voice, his face lowering back to yours as his unnaturally long tongue crept out again, tracing your jawline. âLet me erase any fear you have for now.â
With those words, he slowly lowered down your body, his hands trailing down your sides where he glid his thumbs underneath your shirt, starting to hike it up.
Exposing your flesh for himself, he hummed as he put his lips on your skin, feeling the softness of it.
âIf you value any of these clothes I suggest you take them off before I do.â Growling that out, the devil gently bit at your skin, allowing you to feel the sharper canines he held.
Swallowing, you obeyed and took off your clothes, Jotaro pulling back only a little bit to allow you room to do so.
The moment you pulled off your underwear, he placed his clawed hands on your legs, pushing them back down straight on the bed before letting his touch trail up, his fingerpads squeezing and taking every fiber of you in.
âYou donât know what you did to me.â Growling that out, he held the tops of your thighs, squeezing firmly, his sharp nails lightly pressing at your flesh. âWe incubi feed off sex.â Breathing, he lowered his head, getting down on his stomach between your legs, his eyes locked with yours. âWe need it to survive. To settle our hunger.â Slowly, he moved his hands, slipping them underneath your legs before curling up around the outside and pressing down on top again, pinning you in a stronger grip.
âYet you, you left me more hungry than when I came in.â
With those words, he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around your cunt and pushing his tongue through your folds, teasing your clit instantly.
Gasping, you jolted your hips, but his tight grip refused you from moving even an inch. Looking down, your eyes were wide as you watched the devilâs head settle between your legs, his horns menacing and dangerous while his long tongue worked your heat. âF-Fuck-â
Huffing out in amusement, the incubus glanced up at you, his tongue not slowing down as he tasted you, your arousal coating his tastebuds and making him grow heated. He felt his tail swish every time your arousal coated his tongue, his wings twitching, begging to pin you down, feel your warmth. Everything about you made him feral.
âJot-â You didnât get any further as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. Gasping out, you werenât sure whether a moan underlined that or not but your mouth fell open as you felt the slender appendage push its way into your cunt, further and further, your face flushed as you felt how deep it went. You knew his tongue was longer than average, but this was something else entirely.
Watching your reaction closely, Jotaro felt his lips twitch before he started thrusting his tongue in and out.
One wing releasing from his back, he placed it on your thigh, keeping it pinned down while his hand was now free to stretch forward, placing itself on your pelvis. His thumb reached down to rest just above your clit and with a little pressure, he pulled the skin back taut, allowing Jotaro to slip his tongue in easier.
Moaning out, your hands were gripped tightly in the sheets of your bed, your eyes rolling back as they closed, completely focused on the feeling the incubus was giving you. His tongue, reaching so deep inside you, was pushing into every wall every time he pulled back, only to push back in just the same.
Unable to help yourself, the pleasure was slowly beginning to grow, an orgasm starting to make its way through the back of your mind and to the forefront quicker than you thought possible.
Suddenly, he pulled his tongue out completely and you opened your mouth to whine, only for that to instantly devolve into a moan when he instead wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard.
Crying out at the sharp jolt of pleasure, your hand shot down, latching onto one of his horns, quickly followed by your other hand. For a moment, Jotaro stuttered, but then he unwrapped his arm from your thigh, bringing his hand down to push two fingers into your tight cunt.
Squeezing your eyes shut, his continuous sucking on your clit had you a moaning mess, your skin turning hot as a tightening feeling pressed into your abdomen. âJ-Jotaro, donât stop-!â You begged, squeezing his horns tight, pulling his face closer to your crotch by them, yet suddenly a moan ripped from the incubus.
Your eyes shooting open in surprise, you looked down to see Jotaro staring up at you with a dark look, his lips released from your clit while his fingers continued to softly pump into you. âCareful what you touch, kitten.â
Swallowing nervously, you quickly let go of his horns, only for his left wing to shoot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling it back to his horn, making you wrap your hand back around it. âWhat?â
âYouâve started it now, you canât let go.â He whispered huskily, his eyes drilling into yours in a way that made you clench around his fingers.
Humming at the feeling, he started to scissor the digits, pumping them in and out of you for a moment before he leaned back down, wrapping his tongue around your clit in a flexibility that made you whimper before he enveloped the bud in his lips again, sucking while his tongue moved, squeezing and rocking your clit gently.
Your back arching, your hand automatically tugged on his horn again, earning a growl from the man that sent vibrations bursting into your gut, a heat creeping up your neck as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hips wanting to shift but impossible to thanks to his tight hold.
âJotaro, please!â You begged for release as you looked down, the incubus pushing a third finger into your cunt, still sucking your clit while looking up into your eyes. âCum then.â He didnât need to say the command out loud for you to understand.
Panting quickly, all it took was Jotaro spreading his fingers inside your walls, rubbing the sensitive flesh before you couldnât take it. With a sharp moan, your back arched as your orgasm burst loose, your walls contracting spastically around his fingers while he kept sucking your clit, prolonging the feeling and stopping exactly when it started to borderline on overstimulation.
Panting, you came down from your high and slumped, looking down at Jotaro and apologetically letting go of his horn that you must have squeezed to death just now.
âGood girl.â The incubus smirked as he pulled back from your clit, his fingers pulling out of you replaced by his tongue as he greedily licked up your cum.
âFuck, I havenât orgasmed like that in-â
âI can tell.â Jotaro hummed, leaning up. âPeople donât treat you right, hm?â He teased as he slowly moved to hover his body over you. âBut I didnât tell you to let go, kitten.â
Furrowing your brows for just a second, your eyes then glided up to his horns and you understood, shyly reaching up to take hold of both horns again. âIâm sorry.â
âThereâs a good kitten.â He grinned, bringing his soaked hand up and licking it clean right in front of your face. âAre you ready for me?â
Looking down, you felt your cheeks burn as you watched the devil, completely uncovered, his erection hard and prominent. Yet, something was different.
While before, his cock was something youâd recognise, now it was completely different. Thicker, a blood red with what seemed like scaled sections running down, the points of those sections pointed towards the base.
Watching your face, the fiend laughed cruelly, cupping your jaw. âIt fit before, it will again.â
âB-But itâs-â
âI figured I could leave behind the alteration spell today. Given you are not a nun, I have no more fear of scaring you away. You let me take you knowing full well what I was before. And now I want to take you naturally.â He growled, leaning his face down and nipping at your jugular. âAgreed? You can trust me. It wonât be that different.â
At his words, your eyes glanced up at him again and you squeaked slightly when you felt him put the head to your entrance.
Swallowing nervously, you then nodded and Jotaro hummed lowly in appreciation, starting to push his cock into you.
Your breath hitching, you grit your teeth as you felt the head push inside, followed right by the first section, a foreign feeling yet feeling so similar as he continued to enter.
Panting softly as he felt your walls squeeze him, Jotaro stopped halfway in, huffing out a little groan. âYou need to relax, kitten, otherwise I wonât fit.â
Whimpering, you looked down, already feeling fuller than last week, yet seeing how he was barely halfway in, your body tightened up even more in nervousness, your hold on his horns tightening.
âFâŚuck-â Jotaro groaned, leaning forward as his hands landed on your hips, lifting you up so that your ass was hovering over the bed. âStop squeezing so much.â He hissed, putting his forehead to yours, slightly askew so that your noses ran next to each other. âCome on, kitten, for me.â
âSorry, so sorry.â You whispered apologetically, your eyes squeezed shut as you took some loaded breaths, trying to relax your nerves and body.
âI wonât hurt you.â
It wasnât the words itself that made you shoot your eyes open, instead it was the way he whispered them, pressing a kiss below your eye before moving to the other.
âLet me pleasure you.â He continued, still in a whisper, his hands now massaging your hips, your muscles slowly relaxing, allowing the fiend to slip into you just a little more. âThere you go, good kitten.â He smiled, pulling back from your face a little bit, only to then press his head forward and push his lips to yours.
Replacing his hands on your hips with his wings, you felt his tail wrap around your leg while his hands travelled up, cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, moving his lips passionately with yours, coaxing your mouth to open so that he could slip his tongue in.
You tasted yourself as he helped himself to every inch, your hands on his horns pulling his face even closer, earning a groan from him, his hips bucking forward, pushing even more of his cock into your tight cunt.
Moaning softly as you felt the otherworldly cock enter you, you couldnât help but focus on everything about Jotaro that wasnât human, and more importantly, because of the reaction he just gave.
Curious, you squeezed one of his horns again, feeling his left wing that was holding your ass in the air twitch.
Groaning softly as Jotaro pushed just a little further in, his lips still attached to yours, you slowly started pumping your hand up and down his horn.
Almost in an immediate reaction, the tail wrapped around your leg tightened while Jotaro sunk further into you, his kiss turning sloppy while you sped up, rubbing up and down the one horn.
Unable to stop himself, the incubus moaned as he bucked his hips sharply, pushing the last inch of his cock into your cunt, stuffing you to the brim while you continued to rub the hardened material on his skull.
âFuck, kitten-!â Moaning into the kiss, Jotaro grinded down into you, spearing you on his dick as you pumped his sensitive horn, pleasure blooming in his gut.
Finally breaking the kiss, he kept his face pushed to yours, panting into the skin of your cheek while you got him off via his horn.
He didnât think youâd figure out so quickly those were sensitive.
âDoes it feel good?â You whispered and Jotaro shot his eyes open, suppressing another groan as he trailed his hands down to squeeze and hold your breasts.
âYouâre smarter than you look.â He panted, lifting his face up to look at you, only to gasp softly as you squeezed hard at the base. âFucking hell!â He bucked his hips again, growling in frustration. He didnât want to move yet, feeling how tight you were, knowing you werenât adjusted to his size yet, his cock packed up right against your cervix.
Opening his mouth to speak, all of that went out the window when your other hand joined him on his other horn. Double stimulated, Jotaro cursed in a language you hadnât heard before, his hands gripping your waist with a bruising grip, his cock twitching inside you.
Feeling that, you lowered your intensity, moving to let go, only for Jotaro to glare at you. âDonât you dare let go. Keep going.â It was an order, not a beg and with wide eyes, you bit your lip and nodded.
Stroking his horns, squeezing at the base and tips, Jotaro devolved into a groaning mess, trying to keep himself from bucking his hips as his orgasm neared.
âFuck, keep going-!â He groaned out, nipping and biting at your neck and shoulder, his nails turning more dangerous as well as he squeezed your waist, lightly scratching.
Growling, Jotaro couldnât contain himself, bucking his hips forward harshly as he felt himself about to blow.
âKitten-!!â He moaned as you squeezed at the base of both his horns at the same time, his jaw opening as he sank his teeth into your neck, groaning out lowly as you suddenly felt a hot rush of cum spurt into you.
Gasping at the pain from his bite and the feeling, you whimpered, the incubus wrapping his arms around your waist as he held you close, panting as he rode his orgasm, pumping your insides full with load after load of cum, his growls low through his teeth as he stayed put.
It wasnât until a full twenty seconds later that he finally seemed to run empty, his hips no longer twitching while he slowly let go of the bite, looking as blood dotted your skin from it.
âThat hurt.â You whispered, looking up at him and for a moment, a look of regret washed over his face.
âIâm sorry, Y/N.â He mumbled, kissing where he just bit, the flat tip of his tail rubbing apologetically up and down your leg. âYou did for me, what I did for you. I got carried away.â
Panting softly, you finally properly let go of his horns, bringing your hands to your chest. âOh, well Iâm glad.â You blushed, looking to the side.
Tutting softly, Jotaro reached out, his hand gripping your chin as he turned it to face himself. âNo one has ever figured out that my horns hold the same nerves as my cock. No one but you.â
Blushing even harder, you felt Jotaroâs wings - which had been holding your lower half aloft this entire time - put you down on the bed, his hips shifting so that he could move with it, still buried to the hilt inside you, plugging up his cum.
âSo⌠that mustâve given you plenty right?â
Tilting his head, Jotaro looked at you. âTo feed?â You nodded at his question, yet shrunk when the man chuckled. âOh no, kitten. I donât feed off myself. I feed off of you. And one orgasm definitely isnât enough. I think Iâve given you plenty of time to recover, hm?â He smugly asked, rolling his hips as he did.
Gasping, only now did you notice he was still just as hard as he was before, his orgasm doing nothing for him.
Almost as if he could read your mind, the incubus lowered his face to yours. âI wonât be spent until Iâm satisfied and fed, kitten. I can go for a while.â
Biting your lip, Jotaro rolled his hips again, testing the waters to see how ready you were, his cock a considerable size thicker and even longer than your first time. Your mouth cutely parted in a gasp and the fiend hummed, folding his wings back to his back as he firmly moved his hands to hold your hips, his thrusts slowly starting up.
Before, you had only felt him enter, yet now, those sections on his cock seemed to actively work to keep him from pulling out, flaring up and dragging over your walls in a way that made all the breath escape your lungs. âO-Oh fuck, Jotaro!â You whined, earning a grin from the incubus.
âThere we go. You donât know how much Iâve been thinking of this.â He hummed, properly starting to thrust into you, picking up a comfortable pace.
Smirking down at you, his right hand moved down to where he was stuffed inside you, his wing replacing his hold so that he could keep thrusting.
âLook at you. Youâre stretched around me, taking me so well. You were born for this, werenât you? To take my cock?â He praised, placing his thumb on your clit and expertly starting to rub the little bud.
âN-No, Iâm⌠Iâm-!â You tried to form a sentence, looking down at where he was looking too, watching the base of his cock slap into your pelvis over and over while his thumb ignited a fire inside you. âGods!â
âYou worship multiple now?â Jotaro grinned, pleasure coursing through his body, your own radiating into him, making his energy spike.
âNo-â You whimpered, whining loudly when he suddenly roughly thrust into you, his pace picking up as he fucked you.
Your poor cunt felt like an overstimulated mess, his cockâs ridges roughly pulling on your walls every time he pulled out, only to feel like he pushed further in than he was before, his thumb stimulating your clit, harshly pressing down one moment, only to be featherlight the next. He was playing with you, in every sense of the word, and you didnât mind it one bit.
His thrusts turning somewhat slower but hard, Jotaro slammed into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every move, his ears twitching at your desperate sounds, his pace perfect as he leaned down and kissed you, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth.
Languidly pumping in and out of you, you were a moaning mess, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, his hair, even his wings, just searching for anything to properly anchor yourself that wasnât his horns.
Yet Jotaro was experiencing wholly different emotions. With his eyes closed, he rocked into you, little grunts leaving him with every slow but deep thrust, your slick coating every part of his member, aiding the back and forth slide the incubus was doing. He was taking in every part he could of you.
Heâd never had the same woman twice, it was strange. Heâd never wanted to be close to anyone he fed off after the act, so why were you different? Why was it he hadnât been able to think of anything but fucking you full again since he left you? Why was the squeeze of your walls around his cock so so so much better than anything heâd felt before?
Frustrated by his own emotions and lack of answer to them, Jotaro pulled back from the kiss, a whine leaving your throat as he sat up on his haunches, his hands moving to grip the underside of your knees, swiftly pushing them into your chest as he pinned you there, quickly pushing what had slipped out of his cock back in.
âYouâre my pretty little plaything. My kitten.â He hummed, starting his pace back up, a little faster now as he hit deeper at this different angle, your breath hitching as his cock rubbed against your g-spot.
âW-Wait-â You moaned, your hands holding onto his shoulders in your desperation, your poor cunt feeling battered from his harsh thrusts.
Raising an eyebrow, Jotaro grunted as he thrust into you before stopping, your eyes widening as he looked down at you, his thumb still rolling over your clit. âYes, kitten?â
âNo, I didnât mean-â
âI bet you didnât.â The incubus smirked, grabbing your hands with his free one and pinning them above your head while his wings held your legs to your chest. âI can feel how tight you clench around me, how much you want this. You want to cum, donât you?â He hummed, his thumb ever present, stimulating your poor clit.
âY-Yes! Iâm sorry, please donât stop.â You begged, earning a little groan from Jotaro as he rocked his hips.
âGood girl.â Sighing softly, he started his thrusts back up, beginning slow yet rapidly losing himself as he sped up, his eyes closed as he solely focused on your body. âFuck, just like that.â He groaned.
You yourself werenât doing any better, struggling to not squirm while he pinned every part of you, leaving you vulnerable. Something about having a literal devil on top of you, using every part of his body to pin you down and overpower you, to please you, it worked to make your cunt drip.
Panting, his chest rising up and down rapidly, the incubus looked down, groaning at the frothy ring around his cock, the evidence of his and your arousal visible and slick, causing him to pump his hips harder.
âShit, you better cum soon, kitten.â He groaned, doubling his efforts on your clit, feeling how every thrust into your cunt made your sensitivity grow, the heat pooling in your abdomen flaring.
âIâm close.â You nodded, looking up at him, his body pristine and perfect, not a drop of sweat on him while you yourself felt like a mess, his cock dragging through your walls, claiming you in and out as you lay there, folded in half by the powerful being on top of you.
âCum for me, Y/N.â Growling that out, Jotaro pounded into you, chasing his own high while he pressed down on your clit, sensing your orgasm.
âFuck!â Moaning out, you arched your back, feeling yourself teeter on the edge before one final thrust sent you over, a moan ripping from your throat as your cunt clenched around the large intrusion, trying to milk the incubus for all he was worth as you came.
âThere we go, thatâs itâŚâ Muttering to himself, Jotaro panted as he continued thrusting, the squeeze of your pussy making him want to shake as he slammed into you once, twice more before stilling, moaning low as his orgasm washed over him.
Keeping you pinned in the mating press, Jotaro pumped you full of his cum for the second time, groaning deep within his throat as he did, feeling his balls empty inside you once more, his orgasmic haze only amplified by the energy and sustenance he got from yours, leaving him in a trance as he painted your walls white.
Youâd never felt so full as Jotaro filled you up, his previously load packed deep within you already, his second, seeming even bigger than the first as spurt after spurt of seed entered you.
âJotaro, itâs too much.â You whined, shaking your head as you wiggled to try and get free, but the incubus growled, his hand pinning your wrists tightening while his wings were unforgiving, keeping you pinned until heâd finish filling you up.
âTake it. I know you can.â His eyes were dark as he rocked his hips, filling you with the last of his seed, the excess already spilling out even with him still buried to the hilt inside you.
A panting mess, finally, Jotaro seemed to let up, his wings pulling away and folding back onto his back, allowing you to lower your legs while he also released your wrists, a deep breath leaving him.
âYou did well, kitten.â He spoke, running the back of his knuckles gently down your temple. With a little tug, he slowly started pulling out, a whine leaving you as the ridges on his cock resisted, right up until he popped out. âYou remember the deal?â
Looking up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired, you frowned in confusion. In return, Jotaro huffed, reaching down and collecting some of the cum that was starting to leak down. âKeep this inside you.â He spoke while pushing his finger into you, pushing the cum back in.
âAhâŚâ You whined softly as you closed your eyes, shifting your hips and Jotaro smirked, leaning over your body.
âSee you around, kitten.â
Snapping your eyes open, you were already too late as he was gone, a residual feeling of him pulling his finger free from your cunt the only thing you were left with, apart from your marked and soiled body.
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kuroo is going to make you pay for this, and you know it. you couldn't help it tho, a new lingerie set has arrived to your place and he has to see it. you couldn't prive him, your tetsu, of such a great view for so many hours until he arrived home. no, he had to see it as soon as you put it on.
his dick hardened the second he opened your chat. the picture of your full body covered by that tiny, lacy lingerie covering the spots he wanted to see the most. a smirk formed at his face as he lowered his hand to start rubbing the bulge you provoked. he doesn't have any reunion today, so maybe he could leave a few minutes before the office because his gorgeous girl decided to tease him.
you were bent over the kitchen counter, his dick bullying your cunt as tetsuro gripped your hair. this is exactly what you want, this is exactly why you sent him that picture and why you received him wearing that lacy lingerie. "you're such a bad girl, huh?" he growls while his free hand spanks your ass again. your asscheeks burn and you can tell they're red, but you don't want him to stop either. kuroo grabs your hip and pulls you back against him while he keeps fucking you, his tip kissing your cervix and filling you so damn good that makes you come again. "I'm going to fuck you so dumb until you learn how to behave like a proper good girl"
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