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jesuistrestriste · 1 year ago

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♡ You're Such A Loser pt. 2; Art Donaldson x Reader ♡

nsfw (18+) cw: switch(dom)!art donaldson, switch(sub)!reader, reader guiding art through domming, begging, brief choking, slight hate fucking themes, orgasm denial, slight bit of tears/crying (he’s okay), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, praise, degradation, creampie.

all that frustration from losing his matches has built up in him, and now Art is ready to let it all out. only because you’re letting him, of course.

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note : part twoo (part one) !! i hope that those who liked pt. one will like this part just as much :) it’s a lil bit of a switch in dynamic (pun not intended)

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He’s diving back into your cunt without hesitation, lapping at the remnants of your orgasm that have spilled and sprayed down your inner thighs. His arms are hooking under your legs so that he can bury his tongue deeper and deeper into you.

You groan deeply, running your fingers through his hair before pulling the locks taut in your fist.

“Yes, baby, just like that.. your mouth always feels so damn good,” you breathe out, moaning at his expert tongue skills.

As you gaze down at him, you can see the way that his eyes are squeezing shut and his brows are turned up in arousal as he licks at your insides. He lets out a pathetic whimper at your words of praise, which shoots a mouthful of vibrations up through your form. Your knees tremble, clamping down on his flushed cheeks, and you use your grip on his hair to guide him gently up to your clit. He takes notice of your cue, and moves his mouth up to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp brokenly and toss your head back, before looking down again to see his face.. and god, he is beautiful. His brows are still knitted up, but now his big aquamarine eyes are watery and looking up at you like a lost puppy. He was all yours. Just yours, and he knew it too -- in fact, he loved it.

“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so--mmf!--so well,” you moan out, using your hand to now stroke at the back of his head and give him a bit more physical stimulation. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his scalp, and out of habit he reaches up with one of his free hands and uses his middle and ring finger to brush against your dripping hole. Immediately, you wince at the contact, and he lets out a drawn out groan that you can tell is an incoherent plea for permission. You nod.

He wastes no time in turning his wrist so that his hand is palm-side up, and then his fingers are gliding into you without any resistance whatsoever. Your body is absolutely starved for him at this point, and you can’t do a thing to hide it. As he feels your insides wrap warmly around his digits, his eyes prick with tears while he continues to mouth at your clit.

He brings his head back, detaching his mouth from your body, and moves to look longingly at the way your fingers are sucking him in every time he pulls them back. Your slick is covering his chin and his lips, which are currently parted in arousal as he huffs and puffs from desperation. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, relishing in the way that he can feel you clench and twitch.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers, not breaking eye contact with the point of connection between your body and his. He then decides to bury his two fingers so deep inside of you that they actually completely disappear. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers repeatedly in the “come hither” motion while he’s still buried up to the hilt. About thirty seconds of this is all it takes for you to get there.

“SHIT-! Oh my god, Art, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m g’na-”

You manage to moan out a quick warning before your hips are arching into his touch, going completely still for a few moments. Then, wave after wave of your orgasm washes over you, causing your pelvis to spasm rapidly as you babble incoherent phrases of praise to your partner.

Art’s mouth is now completely agape, his eyes lidded, as he takes in the show of your orgasm, not stopping the movements of his fingers. You couldn’t really tell over the sound of your own vocality, but he was letting out tiny whines and whimpers from the way that your body was making his cock leak pathetically in his already-soiled boxers. He could barely hold his second orgasm off.. it was so damn hard.

After you collapse fully on the bed in an attempt to recover in your afterglow, sticky with sweat and panting heavily, you are now able to fully hear Art’s pure and unfiltered anguish. He’s moaning lowly as he glances from your cunt down to his clothed cock, which is jumping over and over in his underwear -- begging for attention. He then moves to pull his wet fingers from inside of your pussy, which allows for a few drops of viscous wetness to spill from your hole. Without hesitation, he lurches forward with his pretty tongue sitting gently on top of his bottom lip so that he can gulp down the taste of your release. He sucks and licks greedily at your hole, letting his eyes flutter closed as he grips his own thighs. He doesn’t want to touch himself yet. After all, you never gave him permission.

“You’re such a good boy, baby.. so needy and hungry for me, aren’t you?”

He nods quickly but shakily, his nose brushing against your clit as his mouth continues to relentlessly engulf your heat.

“You want me to let you cum?” you ask, knowing from his track record that he’s probably already on the edge.

He pulls back, licking at his bottom lip to not waste any of your taste, before he removes his hands from gripping his legs and instead places them to your waist. He digs his fingers into your soft flesh as he looks up at you from his position on the floor.

“Please, please, I’m already there-- just tell me I can and I will! I promise,” he gasps out, drawing out the second half of ‘promise’ to emphasize his sheer closeness. His brows are still turned up as tears start to well in his eyes. He’d cry if you said no, you knew that. The real question was: did you want to keep punishing him tonight? Had he had enough?

“Tell me how bad you want it, love.”

You could stand to be cruel a little bit longer.

He whines, his fingers clenching around the skin of your hips, as his pelvis continues to buck involuntarily.

“I want it so badly- I wanna cum- I’m so close, please please please.. I don’t know if I can stop it,” he moans, the slight friction of his cock against his wet boxers pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return.

“What if I said no?”

“Nooo, god, please don’t.. I’ve already made you cum.. I could prob’ly cum just from you telling me that I can.. can I? Oh shit, please-”

“I’ll tell you what: I’ll let you cum if you can take control for once.”

He looks at you, confused, before trying to stave off his orgasm by biting down on your thigh as he lets out a broken whimper. You yelp, before stroking his hair, knowing that he was deep in an animalistic state of mind -- he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just was trying so hard to be good.

“Use your words, Art.”

He releases you from between his teeth, before tears are spilling down his cheeks.

“I,” he sobs, “I can try.. but you know that I’m not like that..”

“I know, baby, I know. I want to teach you. Would you like to try that?”

He nods. He’d do anything to cum at this point.

You use your hands to push yourself farther back onto the bed so that your head is now close to the headboard. Art watches your every move, but stays as still as he can. He still wanted to please you, and didn’t want to do anything without your say-so. This was going to have to change within the next ten minutes.

You pat the bed’s comforter, and he immediately crawls up onto the bed and hovers over your form. His breathing remains uneven as his cheeks continue to flush with the torment of his delayed release. The erection in his boxers is still as stiff as ever, and you eye the way that it visibly jumps with anticipation.

One of your hands reaches up to comfortingly caress his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Breathe, honey, breathe. You’ll get what you want soon.”

He sighs, which almost turns into a moan, but he cuts himself off as you start to give instruction.

“Okay, first I want you to take off my top and bra. Undress me, understand?”

“Yeah,” he responds breathlessly, moving to pull your shirt over your head and unclasp your bra in under a minute. You were now completely naked, and he allowed himself the pleasure of drinking in the sight of your uncovered body. You were so gorgeous, it made his dick twitch.

“Good. Now, take off your boxers and shirt. I wanna see you,” you couldn’t help staying in a dominant headspace for a few seconds more.. it was just so fun to boss him around. He was so quick to follow directions, too.

He unsurprisingly does as he’s told, swiftly removing his gray tee and pulling down his boxers. At the sight of his bare cock, you bite your lower lip and place a hand on the back of his neck to guide him down to meet your mouth. You kiss him deeply, letting your own tongue lick his as he reciprocates with equal ferocity. He’s mashing his lips with yours, moaning into your open mouth when you pull back to switch the angle of your head. You bite down on his bottom lip before sucking it, which causes him to groan deep in his chest. Your hands snake to his lower back and you pull him down in one swift motion so that his body is now pressed flushed to yours as you continue to make out. A few more moments of this go by before Art knows that he has to speak up..

“I th-think I’m gonna c-cum,” he stutters, rubbing his hard cock against your lower stomach, “I can’t hold it, I cannn’t-!”

You reach down quickly and grasp his dick, which makes his eyes roll back into his low lids, and then you’re sliding it inside of your tight hole without warning.

“Nnghh-! I’m--fuck!” he sobs out, immediately spilling a thick, warm load inside of you. You let him thrust shallowly into you as he pumps you full of cum.

“Ah hah hah haah-!” he cries as he overstimulates his cock by continuing to fuck himself through his long-awaited orgasm.

As you watch his face with a smile and feel his throbbing dick inside of you, Art suddenly pushes himself up onto his hands so that he’s looking down at you. He’s gasping for more air but his brows are sitting low on his face and he looks weirdly upset.

You reach a hand up to his face, but he grabs your wrist with one hand and shakes his head without breaking eye contact with you.

“Don’t,” he breathes out, before beginning to thrust his spent cock more forcefully inside of you. Was he pissed that you had initially denied him..?

“Wha-”

“Don’t say anything, please,” he cuts you off, “just let me fuck you some more..”

You close your mouth, feeling a new kind of heat swirl in your gut. There was something about his tone that was new for him.. there was a bit of authority in it. Art hangs his head as he groans, pulling his cock all the way out to the tip before slamming it back into you. The wind feels like it just got knocked completely out of your lungs, and you squirm on the sheets.

“You feel so good.. f-fuck, I’m already hard again,” he moans, a growl beginning to creep up his throat.

A moan escapes your lungs as you let your head fall back into the plush pillow, and then before you can fully comprehend what he’s doing, his hand is over your mouth. His elbow is resting by your neck as his palm covers the lower half of your face and muffles your sounds.

“I said to be quiet,” he says gruffly, now speeding up the movements of his hips. They snap back and forth with a renewed sense of fervor, filling you up with his heavy cock with every thrust inside of you. You moan, although muffled, and you can tell that your stifled sounds were driving him crazy.

“You did a lot of talking tonight, babe, now let me say something--”

You drool under his hand, your mouth open and panting, as you try to focus on his words,

“I don’t get why you called me a loser when you’re my coach.. my loss is your loss- shit!”

The tip of his cock hits your cervix as you clench around him, causing him to briefly lose his train of thought. He finds it quicker than you thought he would, though.

“So that means that you’re a loser too, aren’t you?” he spits out with gritted teeth, leaning down close to your face and looking deep into your eyes. You compulsively whimper and buck your hips up to meet his.

“Use your words, baby,” he mocks you from earlier, anger laced potently in his command.

He knows that you can’t talk coherently right now, and it’s not his hand that’s stopping you. He knows damn well that if he removed his hand from your mouth, you’d still be a slurring mess of moans and pleas for more beneath him. His cock was fucking you so well, and it was hitting all of the right places at all of the right times. You weren’t sure you were going to last much longer, and neither was he to be honest..

Before, he was in the mindset of a defeated, washed-up tennis champ, but now he was taking on the same persona that he did when he was in his prime. When he won back-to-back matches. He was a fucking beast.

“Mmmph-! Mm-!” your moans rolled around in your chest and were muffled by Art’s large palm as he continued to fuck mercilessly into you. You felt the cord in your gut being pulled taut.. ready to snap at any moment..

Suddenly, he pulls his hand from your mouth and groans, bringing it up to his mouth as he licks depravedly at your drool left behind on his skin. You whimper at the sight, and he follows it up with a similar vocalization before speaking down to you.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck fuck...” he pants, the movements of his hips becoming sloppier by the second.

he places his wet palm down across the center of your collarbones, and you groan lowly at the feeling, before you take his wrist and manually move his hand up to the base of your throat.

“please,” you whimpered.

and he readily obliged.

Art squeezes gently at the sides of your throat, stifling the blood flow to your brain and initiating the spread of a pleasant fuzziness throughout your body and head that made your impending orgasm feel that-much-more intense.

“you like that? you like when i choke you, baby..?” he moans, clearly enjoying the switch in dynamic as much as you were.

you nod immediately, trying to take in more oxygen as his fingers pressed deliberately against your pulse. then, he released you from his grasp like a lion drops a gazelle from its mouth before feasting upon it.

you take a huge, broken breath into your lungs before everything begins to feel like it’s getting too much .. everything feels too good right now..

“Honeyimgonna-mffphh!-imgonnacumpleaseohmygod” you couldn’t stop the slurry of nonsensical pleas and whines as you felt your orgasm getting ready to wash over you.

“I’m gonna give it to you so good.. i wanna fill you up.. you’d be nowhere without me, let’s face it.. if i didn’t win any matches we’d have no income.. so i’m not a goddamn loser.. i’m not.. i’m.. i..”

Art was becoming more and more incomprehensible the closer he got, and then he felt everything crash down around him once your orgasm started to rip through you and pulse around him.

“OH GOD! HOLY SH- OH FFFUCK! I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!” he shouts, unable to hold anything back as he fills you up again.

You feel the warmth and tingly pressure of his release spread throughout your cunt as you cum on his throbbing cock, your eyes rolling as your head tips back against the bed. You whimper and groan as you take in the feeling of your second orgasm of the night, and relish in the heat and aftermath of your partner’s third one.

After you both come down slightly from your highs, Art collapses in a sticky, sweaty mess on top of you as his chest heaves against yours. You close your eyes, smiling, as your hands move to rub lovingly at his lower back. As his head rests heavily in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, he slowly pulls his hips back and you whimper as the feeling of emptiness starts to rush through you in the absence of his length.

You could feel his cum oozing down your pussy, and you laughed softly at the sudden realization of the reality of your situation.

“You know,” you huffed, still trying to catch your breath, “i think you just came inside of me again.”

he laughs.

“i don’t think i could have stopped that from happening..” he smirks, rubbing his soft but sensitive cockhead against the inner part of your right thigh.

“right, right.. all i’m saying is that you better not get me pregnant. you’re already a handful as it is.”

“You love it,” he whispers, picking up his head slightly to bite at your neck.

“Whatever you say, loser.”

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guys, this took so long to finally finish up and that’s on me lmaoo

writer’s block had me in a firm chokehold n i didn’t like it

i feel like i ended this fic a bit quickly, but i think that can mostly be chalked up to sleep deprivation.

anyways, hope this quenched ur mike faist thirst for the moment, but i have more ideas that i want to write about asap.. so there’s definitely some more hot stuff coming soon hehe

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 1 year ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ I got inspired by some art I saw on Twitter (I think it was from @teaforgods), and I said, why not write a smut about it? I hope you’ll like it! Your feedback is appreciated ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Gojo x F!Reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ T a g s ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆smut, dub-con, roleplay, mention of knives, crying, p in v, unprotected sex.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P l o t ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ A mysterious man with a Ghostface mask chases the reader around the house. His intentions change at some point 👀.

Check my Patreon for early content ♡

Your heart was racing as you ran through the corridors of your own house. It was a two-story building, so you had plenty of space. The main problem was that you couldn’t hide anywhere, as the intruder was always behind you. He was insanely fast, making it very difficult for you to trick him.

“Leave me alone!” You shouted in despair as you saw him dangerously close to you. Luckily, you entered the bedroom and shut the door in his face. Sounds of scratching could be heard on the other side, accompanied by loud bangs as he forced himself through the door.

Suddenly, everything became quiet. The only thing that you could hear was your own breathing.

“Is it over?”

The ringtone of your phone made you flinch. Hesitantly, you brought the phone to your ear and listened. For a few seconds, it was quiet, then a menacing voice spoke.

“What about the window, you fucking moron?”

You looked terrified at the window you forgot to close, and before you could react, a tall, buffed figure climbed inside wearing a tight, dark shirt with sweatpants and a Ghostface mask. He was holding a knife and waving it in the air in a taunting manner.

You were cornered in your small bedroom. You didn’t have time to unlock the door, and you’d rather not turn your back on him.

“Please…” you said in a croaked voice as you walked backwards.

“Beg harder,” he said as he kept closing the distance between you. Suddenly, your back hit the door, and seeing that you’re cornered, the intruder let out a devious chuckle. He kept coming towards you slowly, as if he wanted to agonise you. When there were mere inches between you, he placed a hand next to your head and hunched a little to be closer to your face. He brought the knife to your cheek and pressed the blade lightly on your flesh, urging you to look at him.

“Such a pretty face," he said. The truth is, you were gorgeous, even when you were crying for your life. “It would be a shame to slash such beauty into pieces.”

“Please…I’ll do anything…” you said between sobs.

“Anything…?”

You nodded. A devious smirk formed under his mask.

The hand that rested near you slid slowly on the wall, and then it stopped near your face. Then, as his thick, long fingers danced across your skin, his big thumb began playing with your lower lip. As he did so, you stopped crying and watched your intruder with half-lidded eyes. He gently ran his thumb a few more times over your lips until he urged you to open them, a moment in which he slid his digit inside, playing with the inside of your mouth.

“Hmmm, so warm... so wet…” he said in a hoarse voice.

You closed your eyes as you wrapped your pretty lips around his fingers and began to suck. This made him drop the knife on the floor. The clink made you open your eyes again.

“Don’t think of anything stupid.” He said this as he forced his finger deeper down your throat. You somehow liked how intrusive he was with your body, and you began to suck again as he went in and out.

You liked that you were cornered. You liked how little space you had, and you liked how he basically pinned your body on the wall with his much larger frame.

Lost in your own filthy pleasure, you began to suck one of his fingers in the most dirty ways possible, twisting your tongue around it and letting out quiet moans occasionally. You also wrapped your hand around his wrist to prevent him from moving.

“You dirty whore, look at you. I wonder if this is how you deal with the real thing too.” He said it with a hint of amusement in his tone.

He pulled out his finger in a rough way, grabbed your hair, and pushed you down on your knees. He got a strong grip on your scalp, and he was much more powerful than you, so he made you kneel in front of him with no effort.

Your face was at his crotch level, and your nose was inches away from that bulge. You got the idea, and with steady hands, you began to untie his sweatpants, and then you pulled them down slowly, revealing those toned thighs.

You pressed your palm over his boxers, teasing his erection. His heavy breathing could be heard even when he had that mask over his face, and soon they transitioned to groans as you began to stroke him. Your hand went up and down on his erection, your fingers getting all over it. He was thick—so thick that you could barely wrap your hand around him—and he was long too.

You raised your head to look at him, and with big doe eyes, you pulled out your tongue and gave him a slow, long lick along his shaft, starting from the middle up to his tip. Some of his precum were smeared on your tongue, having a salty taste.

“Stop being a tease, or else I’ll shove it down your throat.”

Your cunt throbbed a little at his threat, but you didn’t want to go to such lengths without preparation, so you closed your eyes and took his tip in your mouth. You twisted your tongue and sucked as you struggled to go deeper. With every inch that’d pass your throat, he would moan louder and louder.

Not having any more patience, he tightened his grip on your hair and pulled you onto your feet. Then, he roughly pushed you to the vanity desk you had, knocking off all the make-up on the floor before slamming you on the surface. You barely straitghend your legs when you felt his big, calloused hand ripping off your shorts. In a matter of seconds, you felt some fingers spreading your lips apart. If you didn't know better, you could swear that he was admiring your throbbing, puffy cunt.

“I knew you were into this type of shit.” A loud smack was heard in the room. His palm made a print on your cheek.

“I knew from the start that you were one of those kinky bitches.” His tip began to stretch your cunt as he pushed inside slowly. You gasped at the intrusion as you began to fill up really fast.

“And I knew….” He took a deep breath, followed by a groan, signifying the deep pleasure that your tight cunt brought him. “God… I knew you’d be soaked by the time I stripped you.”

He was halfway in, and you already felt full to the brim. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, causing you to let out a high-pitched scream. Your mind was dizzy, and your body felt weaker and weaker with each thrust. He went slowly at first, so you can get used to the length. His cock shifted back and forth, massaging your interior with its girth, and I started to feel so good…any discomfort that you felt was now replaced by bliss. Greedy and neediness took over as you wanted him to fuck you for hours. All the fear was gone, and all you could think about was how bad you wanted him to go faster and harder.

He let out a grunt of satisfaction upon seeing how his shaft would disappear inside you, and as if he read your mind, he picked up the pace. In a short time, he was slamming his cock inside you, driving you to the heights of pleasure. With eyes rolling back and mouth agape, you weakly said his name as your nails were digging in the wooden edges of the desk.

“F-fuck…Gojo…”

The desk was shaking and hitting the wall, creating a loud sound with every thrust of his.

Feeling that you were approaching your climax, he grabbed your hips and raised them a bit so he could go even deeper. You are basically standing on your tiptoes now.

His breathing was becoming more erratic, his grunts deeper, and the grip left red marks on your skin. You came first, hard, while screaming his name. Your body began to shake from the intensity, but he wasn’t finished yet. The few more thrusts resulted in overstimulation for you, but you didn’t mind once you felt his warm, thick fluids spilling inside you.

Exhausted, he took off his mask and tossed it on the ground. He took a deep breath and wiped some sweat from his face.

“It’s very difficult to breathe with that thing…” he said as he pulled out. He gently grasped you by the waist and helped you straighten your body. “You ok?”

You raised your head and saw his beautiful face watching you with concern. He is not a fan of role-play, especially one that involves him chasing you with a knife, but you were a die-hard fan of classic horror movies, and you also happened to ask him so nicely that he couldn’t refuse.

"Oh, fuck yeah…” you said, ecstatic. You wanted to try this for a very long time. “How about you? Did you enjoy it?”

“Hmm, it wasn’t that bad.” He said it with a smirk as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s take a bath; what do you say?”

He took good care of you for the rest of the night. Before falling asleep, you two watched Halloween. After all, you wanted to give him inspiration for the next chase.

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