#Cw NTR

[gaywarcriminals]

Who is the best and worst scum villain character to cuck/ntr?

Oh no, are the cuck asks spreading… have I caught the plague from Danny's ask box...... Always, as usual I thought way too much about this!

Best: Since you mentioned both, I'm separating cucking kink and NTR here: As a rule, I think it’s always funniest and therefore best to NTR the ML. He had his shot in canon, now in fic it’s time to bully him! For Binghe specially, I think it’s exceptionally funny to cuck Bunhe. It’s not even really NTR because bunhe has no claim on his shizunmommywife, but he’s SO sure they’re destined and he’s thawed SQQ’s heart and that they’ll have a summer wedding. I just think it’s fun to shatter that 🥰. In canon, LBH’s hopes and dreams are destroyed when shizun pushes him into the abyss, but similar turmoil can be achieved by having one or more peaklords fuck SQQ.  My top pick for the cucking fetish is LQG, because he’s fun to bully and he’s look sooo cute sitting there horny gripping, forbidden from attending to his own desire. LQG is more obedient than Binghe, which makes him more suited to sit quietly in the corner, relegated to furiously blushing piece of furniture ❤️

Worst: YQY for both. This is partially because he’s a popular NTR victim in fics about both SY/SQQ and SJ, but it’s also because of I don’t think he would react in particularly fun or interesting ways. He’d just quietly accept it and draw away from his ex lover who clearly doesn’t want him anymore and have a YQY-brand depressive episode where he just sits and works without eating or sleeping because if he stops he’ll have to Think and he can’t stand to be alone with his thoughts anymore.  For the fetish side, I do have a few scenarios in my head or YQY not being allowed to join his established partners in bed because he broke a 24/7 D/s rule (overworked himself or something, neglecting himself and his partners), and he’s forced to just yearn and admire how beautiful his partners are together and bow back he wants to touch and reflect on his mistakes, and then he gets aftercare and cuddles. However, that is, shall we say, not typically how YQY cucking kink goes in fic, and since I only want to read people making fun of YQY’s sexual prowess when they (correctly) think it’s cute for him to be bad at sex or impotent, I’ve also come to dislike cucking fetish for YQY.

[kabukibun]

Can we get some elaboration on the last ntr post? I absolutely love it you're a genius

niwa somewhat adopts kabukimono. it’s not official (yet) but there’s no denying he’s a father figure to him. because kabukimono is like a son to niwa and he feels responsible for him, kabukimono lives with him. niwa ends up marrying you because of an arranged marriage but you two are kind towards one another, working towards actually loving each other. although it’s not love, you do like each other and try to make it work. you’re very friendly with kabukimono! you had no trouble bonding with him and he very happy to have you join them as his mama. he’s a bit shy calling you this, but you tell him you don’t mind. in the end, he can’t say it to you but he thinks very highly of you..

soon enough, you have sex with niwa in attempts to get through your marriage duties and have a child. but it’s not working… you haven’t gotten pregnant despite months of trying. you feel a bit down about it, but try not to make a big deal out it. “it’s fine,” you think, “we can just try again another time.” but next time doesn’t come for a long time, and you start thinking niwa has given up on you. it makes you frustrated. it’s not like you specifically missed having sex with niwa, but you did miss having that release.. the feeling of cum in your tummy and the shivers you got from feeling it slowly drip out..

at the same time, kabukimono is having his own dilemma. he’s heard the two of you have sex plenty of times. often, he’d intentionally eavesdrop just to hear your sweet moans. it made him feel things he’s never felt before. it felt good, even if it ached. he doesn’t see you the same way he did before. all the love he has for you is mixed with lust now. all the little dreams he had about having dinner together is replaced with imagining how’d you look with his cock stuffed inside of you. before, kabukimono didn’t think of anyone or anything in particular when masturbating, but now it’s all you.

and how lucky is he to catch you masturbating. he was quick to pick up on the lack of sex you had with niwa. it was such a shame he lost masturbation material, but if niwa was going to neglect you, he’d just take his spot. how could he deny your release. he knocks slowly as to not scare you. and when you open the door with a flushed face, he lays his heart on the line. confessing his dirty thought, promising to make you feel good since niwa wasn’t !

and maybe you’re not thinking clearly, brain muddled with the need to cum, but you agree. pulling him into the room quickly, thanking the archons that niwa wouldn’t be home for hours, you pull him into your needy cunt. you shiver as his cock stretches you out, whimpering as the head of cock practically kisses your womb.

kabukimono is just as excited, cock drilling into your pussy. he’s thanking you with every thrust, body pressed so close to yours it makes you dizzy. he kisses you, staring into your eyes, wondering if that was okay. he’s so happy when you return his kiss, lips chasing after his when he pulls away. “i’m.. gonna cum.” he tries to pull out, but you lock your legs around his waist, pulling his cock deeper inside.

“‘s okay. you can cum inside mommy. you can make me real mommy too with your baby.”

it drives him crazy. his thrusts grow more frantic, trying to make your wishes a reality. his mommy wants to have his baby.. he wants it too. wants to get you nice and pregnant. you’ll look so cute and round, plump full with his baby. he cums with a yelp, tears brimming his eyes as he shoots rope after rope of cum inside of you. it hurts to see it trickle down but when you promise there’s still time to fill you back up, his cock twitches back to life, ready and willing.

niwa doesn’t even think about how you’ve stopped asking to have sex. it’s not a big deal to him. after all, your marriage was one of convenience and if you didn’t want sex, that was fine by him. he does however, notice how much close you’ve gotten to kabukimono. it makes him happy to see that you all can still hold some semblance of a family.

what he doesn’t notice are the hushed whispers and sneaking around you two do. doesn’t notice how you hold kabukimono’s hand when the two of you go out on walks, or the kisses you give him when kabukimono does something cute. he especially doesn’t notice how hard you’re trying to keep the cum kabukimono just pumped inside of you from dripping out.

and when you start forming a little baby bump? well, maybe his last time with you was successful after all (not).

[thelewdpokemanik]

Q&A: Makoto and shuichi, I have a question both of you are studly boys right? So how did the competition between the two of you go of how many girls from class 77 did you steal from Hajime's "Harem"

(This is the better Question, just ignored the other one I mixed up class 79 and 77 hehe)

Makoto chuckled good naturally as Shuichi sulked. “I think it went pretty well- for me at least.”

Shuchi looked away, crossing his arms. “I still think that a rematch is in order.”

Makoto patted Shuichi’s back comfortingly. “It’s no big deal, Shuichi! You still have a lot to learn, which is why you should’ve thought twice before challenging your senpai. But don’t worry! You started off pretty well, going after Peko right off the bat! You broke her pretty easily and you were hoping to use her muscle to help you get more girls, right?”

Shuichi blushed. “Well, you can see how that plan worked out. It was a stupid idea in the first place-”

“No, you’re wrong, Shuichi! It was a great idea, I’m telling you. You have real potential for these things! You just miscalculated when picking your second target.” Makoto finished, smiling broadly.

Shuichi winced. “I thought dealing with Tenko would have prepared me for Akane, but…” He shook his head, let down. “I think my hips are still pulverized. That girl’s a beast.”

Makoto laughed. “That she is. Once Akane’s got a grip on you, she won’t let you go until she’s fully satisfied, and that can take hours. She kept you occupied so long I had free reign on the rest of the class! Meaning the final score was 2 (Peko and Akane) to 6 (Chiaki, Sonia, Mahiru, Hiyoko, Mikan, and Ibuki). I even had time to go after bonus points like Natsumi and Chisa-sensei before you finally managed to limp out of Akane’s room!”

Shuichi sighed, before smiling wryly. “I guess I really still have a lot to learn. But I won’t lose next year!” He declared, standing tall.

Makoto blinked, before smiling. “Oh? You want to make this a yearly tradition? I guess there will be a new class of students at Hope’s Peak next year… But if you think I’m just going to give up all those girls to you, then you’re dead wrong~” Makoto said, lightly ribbing Shuichi, who scoffed, though he was still smiling.

“You won’t have a chance to give up what you never had.”

Makoto laughed. “Guess I better watch out then!”

And with a firm handshake, both boys went their separate ways, taking with them their newly acquired sluts, and completely forgetting about Hajime himself, who was left to deal with the fallout.

[seakicker]

breaking down my love of NTR into two new categories: Ethical NTR and Unethical NTR. Ethical NTR involves my classic setup with a neglectful/loser/asshole husband refusing to give wife!reader the proper love she deserves and so she either seeks out another man herself or that man seeks her out himself. basically, the NTR is Justified under the pretense of reader deserving love and sex too… and Unethical NTR where it happens literally just because + either reader’s husband is a genuinely nice guy or the man B who comes to swipe her already has a nice wife at home… been thinking a lot about genuinely bad and evil men in their 40s finding themselves growing bored with their marriage of 23 years so they go after their 22 year old subordinate/student/coworker/whatever

[makuta-kotok]

be careful what you wish for >:)

Possible new ship names:

RedSun, DeadSun, Nariyi, Yirinder

Accurate recreation of my new hyperfixation fighting my old hyperfixation for control of my last 5 braincells:

Yi is winning btw

[kabukibun]

stepmom reader/kabukimono ntr niwa. he gets cucked so hard and doesn’t even realize you’ve stopped having sex with him cuz kabukimono is keeping you busy with breeding sex

[merakiui]

risky rascality (tsum sex).

azutsum x (female) reader x azul ashengrotto cw: nsfw, non-con, tsum sex, tsum has a dick, ntr, shameless smut, loss of virginity, cumflation, characters written as 18+ note - don't underestimate the importance of body language. (or: azul's tsum misreads your intentions and fucks you.)

You’ve found yourself in Azul’s VIP room plenty of times in the past, so it’s impossible to explain the anxiety that washes over you. Sudden like a devastating tidal wave, it rocks you to your core the moment Azul offers you a casual smile. He’s so charming. You almost forget you’re here for your usual tutoring session and not a study date. One can dream.

“Before we begin, I’ll have to step out for a moment. There’s something that requires my immediate attention. I shouldn’t be too long. In the meantime, would you mind getting your notes out and turning to the chapter we last left off at?”

Having been so caught up in admiring the way he stands in the doorway, you startle at the sound of his smooth voice. “Next chapter… R-Right! Yes, of course! I’ll do that. You do your thing. I’m not going anywhere.”

With a nod of acknowledgement, he shuts the door behind him. The stiffness in your shoulders ebbs away then, and you slouch back against the sofa. With an embarrassed groan, you drag your hands down your face.

Be normal for one minute, (Name). This isn’t anything special.

Something nudges your thigh and you lower your arms to find Azul’s tsum pushing your textbook towards you. He struggles more than he makes any apparent success, and it’s a cute sight that has a smile sprouting on your lips.

“Thanks, little guy.” You lift the book up to spare him of the burden and set it on the table. A cup of tea rests inches away, steam curling from the liquid in fragrant tendrils. The tsum blinks up at you, wordless like always. “You don’t have to stay for this, you know. I’m sure you’d much rather explore campus.”

The tsum stares and then, as if your words have somehow offended him, he rears forward to knock his head into your thigh again. His fedora falls off in the process, but he pays it no mind and continues to bump into your leg.

“Okay, okay! You can stay.” You laugh and hold your hands up in surrender. “I never said you had to leave.”

Lifting the tiny fedora from the sofa, you place it atop the tsum’s head. It’s uncanny how much of Azul you see in him. Even the beauty mark is in the right place… How peculiar.

Seeming pleased with this, the tsum scrambles to get into your lap. You place your hand under him and help him up. Even though he doesn’t have a mouth, he looks very happy here, bouncing up and down with what you think is a show of enthusiasm.

“You’re adorable, Azutsum. I wish I could say that to your counterpart. He’s great, you know? The most amazing guy I’ve ever met.” You squish Azutsum between your hands and sigh dreamily. “I’m actually not that bad at magic history. I just pretended so I could spend more time with Azul outside of class.”

Azutsum narrows his eyes at you.

“You disapprove?”

He squirms out of your grasp and jumps up towards your chest. You catch him before he can fall back onto your lap. It doesn’t look like open disapproval. Maybe the tsum just doesn’t understand your feelings. You don’t expect him to. If he’s anything like Azul, he’s probably more focused on the lounge or money. Azul did mention he spent a good half of the morning testing the tsum’s affinity for business.

You glance at your textbook. One day you’ll confess. It won’t be today, though. With a sigh, you resign yourself to your reality and place the tsum on the table. You manage to open the book and flick through a few pages before Azutsum pounces on top. He glowers at you, demanding attention. In a way, when he isn’t being expressive like this, he reminds you of a turtle. That thought prompts a chuckle from you and you nudge him away gently.

“I’d love to play more, but I’ve gotta start reviewing. It’ll look odd if Azul walks in and I haven’t made any progress.”

Despite this, Azutsum persists. He prods at your hand, squeaking at you in what sounds like annoyance. A needy thing, this tsum. You’ve never known Azul to be so shamelessly direct, so it takes you by surprise when his tsum rolls around to wrinkle the pages. You gasp just as it tears.

“Don’t be so careless!” You grab hold of the tsum before he can cause further damage to your precious book. Pinching his cheek in light admonishment, you hold him close to your face. “All right, you have my attention. Please don’t destroy my books.”

The tsum beams.

“Aren’t you proud? Seriously… I’m only forgiving you because you look like my crush,” you mutter, your cheeks warming.

If only Azul was this hungry for my attention…

Azutsum wriggles happily in your hands. It’s a challenge to stay angry at such a cute plush. A prisoner to his charms, you pet him affectionately. He seems to bask in your touch, turning over on his back so that you can give his belly the same amount of love.

“Maybe not a turtle. You’re more like a puppy.”

Smiling to yourself, you rub the tsum’s belly. He seems to appreciate the gesture, for he squeaks in excitement. If he wasn’t sentient, you’d probably mistake him for a pillow. He’s soft like one, squishy like a plush. You knead him every now and then, pressing your fingers into his abdomen. You’re sure there’s nothing but stuffing inside, but a morbidly curious part of you wonders if he has organs and blood. Unlikely. But it’s still fun to fantasize over the wildly impossible.

“Do you like that?” You watch gleefully as the tsum squeezes his eyes shut and squirms. His squeaks are loud. “Seems like it. After this, though, I need to get back to work.”

You’re so swept up in toying with the tsum that it shocks you out of your skin when he jumps out of your arms abruptly. You assume he’s gotten tired of the teasing, but then he’s launching himself at you to tackle you onto the sofa. The force knocks you down, and you gasp as the leather cushions cradle you in the aftermath of your fall.

“Hey! What was that for?” You lift your head up to look at him. A familiar weight settles on top of you. “You’re stronger than you look…”

You gaze at Azutsum and the laughter sticks in your throat. There’s a distinctly human cock curving up along the length of your stomach, grotesquely thick and leaking pre-cum, maddeningly disproportionate. Your eyes widen, and a shard of horror lodges itself in your heart.

“W-Wait… Hold on!” You scramble to get away, but the tsum shifts so that the head of his cock presses against your skirt. You yelp when he moves again to prod at your clothed pussy. “Don’t touch there—you can’t!”

He presses inwards, blocked only by your panties, and squeaks sadly. You claw at the sofa, desperate to escape. Azutsum isn’t listening. He continues to rut uselessly between your thighs. Much to your disbelief, the pressure of his cock straining to find its home inside your tight hole leaves you soaking through your panties. If you aren’t thinking about it—about the fact that this insane cock belongs to this little tsum—you almost trick yourself into picturing Azul leaning over you on the sofa. He’d grab your hips, yank you to meet him halfway, slot himself inside slowly… He’d praise you for taking him so well, whisper the sweetest of filth, kiss you dizzy!

That sugar-encrusted delusion shatters the moment his fleshy head catches on your panties. Somehow they’re pushed aside as he bullies his way closer to your cunt. Your eyes snap open just as he pushes inside.

“No, no, no! A-Azutsum, don’t do—ooh!”

Your pleas taper off into a low groan just as he slides in. It feels strange, a foreign fit. Is this really going to be your first time? With withering resolve, you reach for the tsum in hopes of tugging him away from your pussy. He draws back, searching for the right rhythm, and sinks further into wet walls. The breath is punched out of your lungs once he’s managed to fit half of his absurd length inside you.

Tears gather in your eyes. “Take it out… Please… It feels weird and—” he bucks forwards and you suck in a breath through your teeth— “h-hurts!”

Azutsum squeaks softly at you. Consolation? Maybe. Or perhaps it’s a parody of a sweet nothing. How is this possible? He shouldn’t be this big. He shouldn’t even have this anatomy to begin with! Where was he even hiding such a monstrous size?

Your arm falls over your face. Despite everything, the fit is snug. You’re not sure you can take another inch. Azutsum disagrees with this unvoiced sentiment, instead choosing to fuck in and out of you until you’re properly slick. It leaves you shuddering with a strange desire—whether that’s to get away or stay, you can’t determine.

Submitting to your fate—though your hips flinch with every thrust—you allow your mind to wander. You envision Azul and wish he was here in place of this devious tsum. Maybe then you’d be more receptive. Maybe then you wouldn’t be crying. Maybe then the drag of his cock along your walls would actually feel satisfying.

Azutsum’s squeaks join the obscene squelch of skin on skin. It’s noisy and gross. You smell yourself on the air—the unmistakable odor of salt and sin. He fucks like he’s running late, driving his cock as deep as it can possibly go. Your back arches up towards the invisible body that ought to be hovering over you right now. If it was Azul, you’d loop your arms around his neck and pull him down to taste him.

It’s not Azul. It will never be Azul.

All you can do is lie there and take it. At some point, the stretch is less of a pain and more of a unique fullness. It’s not unpleasant, weirdly. Rather, you find yourself grinding down to meet each of his sporadic thrusts, chasing a high that’s so conflicting.

What am I doing? This is so wrong! you think, writhing like a fish out of water. And yet you can’t stop.

“Azutsum, please—” You gasp sharply when he hits a particular spot deep within you, your eyes rolling back into your skull. That’s…not your cervix, is it? There’s no way… Surely he didn’t do that. But then the tip of his cock prods at it again, this time with more insistence, and you throw your head back and howl. “Wait, slow down! Hurts—that hurts!”

Tears trail down your cheeks. You wipe them away to no avail. They just keep pouring, made plentiful by the cock ramming against a place that’s never been reached before. You cry out again when he eases out partially and slams back in with forceful determination. His motions are sloppy now, a stuttering, jerky movement that fills you with more cock than you’ve ever taken in your life before. Your fingers and dildo can’t compare to this—nothing can.

In just a few more riotous strokes, the tsum burrows his cock all the way to the hilt and releases inside with a strangled squeak. Thick, warm cum floods your womb at once, so copious it leaves your stomach with a slight bloat. Dazed, just managing to collect yourself, you press down against your belly to feel the bulge of his cock.

“Please…” you whisper, panting, “pull out already…”

Azutsum starts to do that, only to thrust back in. His cock keeps all of his cum effectively plugged.

“No more… I can’t take anymore. Please…”

But he’s already moving, intent on going at it until his balls are drained and you’re properly filled. In the meantime, you shut your eyes and welcome the chimera of an absentee Azul.

You’re not sure how long it’s been or how many rounds you’ve gone, but by the end of it you’re stuffed. Azutsum finally eases out after so much time spent thrust up inside. Shivering, you peer over the deceptive dome that is your stomach. If anyone were to see you, they’d certainly think you were pregnant and not just packed full of cum. You don’t want to know where such a little tsum gets so much virility. Best not to question it, otherwise you’ll drive yourself mad trying to figure it out.

Azutsum climbs up onto your rounded belly, gazing down at you with newfound fondness in his blue eyes. You’re not sure where his cock’s retreated to now. At least it’s over. Defeated, you reach up and pat his head.

The door to the VIP room creaks open then. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, (Name). Some nuisances—ah, I mean customers—don’t know when to—” Azul chokes on the rest of his sentence, his wide-eyed gaze drawn to you splayed out on the leather sofa. Cum dribbles from your abused cunt, pooling below on the cushion.

You can’t bear to look at him, so you bury your face in your hands. “S-Sorry. I’m sorry! I’ll clean it. Just please… Please don’t look.” Shyly, you squeeze your legs shut in hopes of preserving what’s left of your dignity. You’ve never felt humiliation as hot and heavy as this before.

Azutsum squeaks a joyful greeting.

You can’t see him, but his face has exploded with a fiery embarrassment. He’s doing everything he can to avoid staring at you. No matter how hard he tries, his eyes are drawn to your stomach, to your pussy clenched around nothing and leaking cum, to the devilishly proud tsum perched on top… Most importantly, you miss the way his slacks tighten in the crotch and the way he swallows thickly.

Clearing his throat, his words awkward, Azul says, “P-Perhaps we ought to postpone today’s session…”

It’s for the best. He’s not sure he’d be able to explain his reaction if you were to catch it.

[sanemisstalker]

NSFW// Douma doing pussy inspections to make sure you didn't fuck any of his servants in his absence.

Saw a post talking about a possessive partner doing pussy inspections to make sure you'd stayed loyal and I 🤭

CW// Fem reffered/ AFAB reader/ Breasted / NTR / Cheating/Cuckholding (questionable) / BDSM dynamics / DUB-CON/NON-CON/ Objectification / Reader is reffered to as a 'sow' / is viewed as akin to an animal / Threats of Genital Mutilation / Gore / 24/7 Submission / Sexual Torture.

For all intents and purposes, you never wanted to cheat on Douma. The impulse was exactly that, an impulse. You would have to be dumb or, even worse, unstable, to actively seek punishment from a demon of his caliber. From a man of his social statute.

But, even if you didn't want it, which you would assure you didn't, that did nothing to sooth the pain of the itch. You weren't entirely sure what possessed you once he left your sight, but the idea was always there. Locked away behind bar after bar in your silly little head...

After your first incident with a fellow sow, found with your pussy rubbing gleefully up and down her thigh, Douma figured you were just odd. A bunch of humans are born that way. Just wrong in the head. He'd had a number of attempts on his life through the years.

He had never implied that there would be a punishment for such petty insolence, because he figured you would never be dumb enough to try. After all, the other sow began sobbing, begging for his forgiveness for her desecration and sin. She must've been right in the head.

You were clearly the predator in the situation, not even bothering to appear shameful, just dissapointed. Douma had been entirely perplexed. He had no real urge to harm the other woman. Maybe it was because she was a woman that he felt no real inclination to do so. And he didn't really want to hurt you, either.

The closest thing Douma could compare the feeling to was the curiosity he once felt when he watched too stray cats mate. How odd, that behavior. The need to fuck. Douma never needed to do anything. Want, yes, but that was always very distinct. Douma had never needed to fuck. He figured it was another one of those human things he never quite got around to doing.

He had told you, in a rather lack luster tone, to keep your hands to yourself. It upset you, he could tell. Likely because you were being reffered to with such child-like verbiage, but he felt it had gotten the point across.

The next incident upset him slightly more. He walked in on you with one of his closer male confidants. His face was buried between your legs, and just as quickly as it'd been there, it was gone. The remnants splattered on your thighs and Douma's palm.

The blood had made your orgasm dry out completely. Douma recalled the little huff you made, unbothered by the warm body at your feet. Douma shifted your lifted robes so they would fall back over your legs, patting the fabric into the mess with a tight smile.

"Is there something you're adverse to telling me, hm?" He'd prod, "Is there a quality you find I'm lacking?" There was a tilt to his voice. An odd tone you couldn't quite read. It wasn't insecurity, nor dissapointment. It was taunting, almost.

"I'm not sure." You answered honestly, and he knew, then and there, you must truly be unstable because what an anger inducing comment. He couldn't grasp why you were so... weird.

The problem wasn't your infidelity. Douma could, quite frankly, care less about whether or not you're loyal to him. The problem sat with the human taboo he knew you knew were comitting. One you should feel shameful for, yet you wore nothing but that pissy little look on your face because an orgasm had been stolen away. Nothing to indicate you even registered such a thing.

You had been the one begging him for months to fuck you. Pleading, sobbing, all but vomiting praise at his feet. Nothing but a desperate sow he had willingly invited into his harem, the only one he even had light willingness to sleep with, and now you were defiling his hole with other blood.

Fine. Douma resigned to simply keeping you with him wherever he went. You were allowed out if his sight only for prayer and the bathroom.

The third incident, Douma was quite certain you'd become more than unstable. To let another man bed you on his throne had to be entirely insane on your part. A complete lack of self preservation. Not only had you snuck away from prayer, but you had brought in an outsider. Some random slayer, at that.

The risk was palpable, each time Douma watched the man's cock slide deeper into you-

The man was lucky he finished before Douma's hand reached around his neck. A final pleasure in this world, found in your cunt. Douma flung his body effortlessly against the wall, the corpse folding in on itself with a sickening crack.

"Ah, Y/N, do I need to sew you shut?" Douma would ask in the same sing song voice he always had. "This is entirely disrespectful of your superiors."

"I-I know-" You huffed, winded from the act, pussy aching for your lord's cock. You knew you wouldn't get it. He'd never bother with a used hole.

You couldn't understand it anymore than he could. Why you craved that look in his eye so bad, that unpleasant lilt in his voice. He seemed almost bothered by the whole thing. Almost.

"Please don't... sew me up." Your pussy tingled at the idea- Maybe such pain would fix your ailment, not having your clit exposed anymore, or your needy hole.

Your hand trailed between you thighs, seeking your gape. As you felt a bit of the dead man's seed slip out, you rushed to finger it back into yourself. You feared what Douma might do should a drop of it land on his cushions-

The desperate display sickened him, willing an emotion to the forefront he hadn't felt in a millenia, at least.

Fine. Fine. Fine fine fine.

You were no longer allowed to leave his sight. At all. A leash now rested firmly on your throat. If not held by Douma, held by someone else who he'd calmly threatened to spay if they even so much as consider your constant pleading.

Douma had to make a remedial, somewhat temperamental announcement to his followers.

You were a temptress, never to be trusted. Something on the brink of succubi. Fucking you would lead to great downfall for anyone who fell woefully victim to your tricks. Their sperm would die before it even formed, bedding you would insure a life of flaccidity. You'd curse any womb you ate-

How kind a leader he was to assure the victory of his people by capturing you. A real, honest to god demon.

He decided he was going to fix you. Sometimes humans needed that kind of thing. Fixing. He decided you were sick. In the head. If your ever so present need for cock continously won out over a need to live, then such an illness had to be cured.

He set you up with a chittering little toy. Firmly tied against your clit with pretty red rope. He didn't bother having your hands tied. You loved it, after all, the constant attention (abuse) to the little bundle of nerves.

You realized what he was trying to do the first time your clit went numb. He was certainly trying to sterilize you, make it so you wouldn't even want to open your legs.

Another rod was always tucked inside your pussy. Keeping you constantly wet and always stretched for the once in a blue moon where Douma would kindly make you warm his cock instead. He was never a fan of the uncomfortable tightness the first few times he entered a sow. This was a far preferable sensation. Warm and just tight enough to nurse his cock.

Another would be in your ass, since he'd once again overheard you begging one of his servants for something so grotesque. Any hole would work to satisfy your bizarre appetite, it seemed.

Any time Douma had to leave for an extended time, he'd come back to greet his people, and then you, who he kept tucked behind a slew of pillows to muffle the constant moaning and sobbing you loosed.

He'd always check your mouth first, gentle claws pulling the orifice open so he could slide his tongue in and assault the crevice, seeking the taste of another human on your lips.

And then he'd turn you over, the first time in weeks you'd be allowed to have that toy taken off your irritated, pulsing clit. He'd carefully slip the other toy from between your lips. Your cunt would contract around nothing.

Douma would spread you open with little regard for how puffy your pyssy had become, how even the dull part of his claws were overstimulating. He'd ignore your yaps and cries in favour of burying two fingers in.

He'd bring them out and up to his lips.

"Oh wow!" He'd sing, overjoyed that his drastic measures had worked. "You did so good, Y/N! I can't smell anyone on you! I'm proud! I'm impressed!"

Something about the words made you sob. Your pussy ached, any and every touch felt like you were going to implode. You could barely remember why you were in this situation at all.

Douma would pop the plug from your backside, loosing an all too pleased noise at the sight on your twitching asshole. A finger would probe the wet hole before slipping in with incredible ease. Your toes curled into the plush of the pillows you'd been rested on.

"So good!" He'd mock cheer, clapping as the tightness persisted with a second finger. It was as tight as when he'd left you.

Douma reached up to your head, managing to lift you up by your hair. With incredibly weak knees, you struggled to steady yourself. Thankfully, Douma pushed you back down into the pillows, only desiring to see the arch of your back.

"Can you spread yourself for me?" He'd request. The word 'spread' didn't sound real, but you could hear the shift of his hands and the clank of his belt.

"L-Lord Douma, I can't- can't possibly-" You cried.

"Oh shush, you can." He laughed. With shaking hands you followed his commands, throat too sore to deny him. Your fingers felt cold against the boiling heat of your lips. You pulled yourself apart, presenting your sopping wet cunt to him.

Douma shuddered slightly. He'd melded humans to his will before, but never so quickly had they snapped. Maybe this sex thing could become a want for him.

You couldn't even feel when he sank into you entirely with his first thrust. You took him so incredibly well, his ego swelled at the sight. You were finally a good loyal hole for him to fuck.

A good, loyal, and stable hole for him to fuck.

[prettyboykatsuki]

thinkinf of something so gross

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Sneaky Links』ꨄ︎ (PART 2)

Sukuna x Reader

(Mentions of Yuji x Reader)

18+ Minors - DNI

PART 2 of 2 (Read Part 1 first!!!!)

“You should know by now, Y/N, disobedient brats need to be punished.”

Summary: Y/N is a dickmatized manipulative brat. Sukuna is Sukuna. Poor sweet Yuji is collateral damage. CW: cheating, rough play, unprotected sex, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, blood play, sukuna being toxic, ntr, y/n thinking with her pussy not her brain (but it’s hard not to when you got that wet wet). WK: 5.3k of 8.5k Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Part 2 took longer than I expected but I hope y'all enjoy it!

So much smut my gawd my mind is so cracked.

“You should know by now, Y/N, disobedient brats need to be punished.” 

Before you could even feel the chill from his threat, your world was spinning as Sukuna had repositioned your body to lay across his thick muscular thighs on the edge of the bed. 

The exact situation you were in didn’t click until a loud smack reverberated in your ears and you felt white hot pain blossom across your left asscheck.

Smack. 

Fully aware of the second, you hissed as you felt the full force of the spank on your right cheek rock its way into your cunt. 

Smack. 

Three spanks in and you were moaning, 

Sukuna’s assault on your ass continued leaving you panting and drooling as your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

Smack. 

A fourth and you gripped his thigh for leverage so you could push your bottom up to meet his hand halfway. The action allowed the friction to transfer deeper into your core making your body convulse with pleasure.

“S-Sukuna!” you screamed out as the fifth smack this time was directly on your pussy. 

Already drenched from your current arousal and earlier sex with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit made from being slapped was absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well. 

The need for him to fuck you was overwhelming.

“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slurry jumble as you writhed against the growing bulge beneath you.

“Fuck you, Y/N?” Sukuna taunted toyingly. 

Another soggy smack rang out from your pussy. 

Your eyes rolled back as you bit your lip so hard you might have drawn blood then but wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Not when you address me so casually...”

Smack.

“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.” 

Smack. 

Smack. 

SMACK. 

The force from the spanks on your clit took the air out of you, leaving you gasping as your face grew hot with shame.

“Hn… we’ll have to fix that won’t we, Brat?” 

And with that Sukuna plunged three thick fingers into your messy cunt, relishing in your cries of surprise that filled the room. 

His fingers glided in effortlessly from how wet you were, vigorously pumping into you.

You whined as they reached deeper than you ever could yourself and at a more reckless pace than Yuji would ever dream to take with you. 

Sukuna was absolutely relentless. 

Staying true to his words, his fingers pulled the last remnants of Yuji’s cum out of you as you fell to pieces on his lap.

“Did I not make it clear last time who this sloppy hole belonged to Y/N?”

You could barely register Sukuna’s question. 

Your breathy moans and the ASMR sounds from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.

Vision spotty, you could feel yourself closer to attaining release with every scraping movement of his fingers against the spongy spot within you. The little bundle of nerves going wild at his abuse and pushing you even closer to the edge.  

The tension in you pulls tight like a cord ready to snap and you curl your toes as you could nearly taste your release. 

Almost there. 

“Ah! S-s-sooo clos-see” you finally sputtered out, only focusing on getting off.

That's when Sukuna’s fingers came to an immediate halt inside you. 

“I fucking hate repeating myself Y/N. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”

Your insides burned terribly at the loss of movement. 

Your breath was shaky. 

All you could think about was your need to cum, it wholly consumed you. 

The attempts you made to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers enough to cum were thuwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.

He had you where he wanted you.

“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.

“Hm?” Sukuna questioned. He didn’t know if you fully understood just yet who owned you. 

“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”

You shook your head vigorously, splashing tears onto his thigh.

“N-No”, you huffed and sniffled quietly.

“What was that slut? Speak up.” 

His voice was harsh yet his fingers began moving again, yet this time with slow agonizing circles over your g-spot.

It was fucking maddening.

“I wont! I-I won’t let Yuji come in this pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”

You desperately begged with little control or care at what you were saying. You knew you would have said anything at this point for release and he knew it too.

He was a real bastard for actually making you say it though.

Pausing, Sukuna suddenly burst into laughter. 

It slightly puzzled you, almost as if it wasn’t directed towards you. But you had no time to consider his motivations as his fingers dug into you harder than before. 

Your eyes rolled further back into your head as all other thoughts gave way again to ecstasy. His thumb joined in now as well, teasing your puckered back entrance.

“Oh! O-ooh godddd”, you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut.

The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense. 

Not even Yuji had touched you there before. 

The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.

“Yesyesyesyes!”, you sighed out like a mantra.

Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.

“Shit- That's it. Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”

As if your body needed his permission, those words were what finally broke the dam inside of you. 

You came with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure. You felt the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over.  

Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends. 

Sukuna’s fingers continued to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.

Your chest heaved constricted against his lap and your legs were still shaking but you knew he was far from finished with you. 

His fingers slid out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop. 

“On your knees.” 

You heard Sukuna’s gruff order boom from above you and you quickly moved, not wanting to test his temperament as you could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received.

Your legs had been reduced to jelly so you could only slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom. 

Gathering yourself, you saw how Sukuna began to manspread for you. Reclining on the bed, he was giving you a delicious view of his hard cock.

You unconsciously licked your lips at his angry red tip swaying back against his stomach and soiling his abs with precum. 

Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain. You knew what he expected you to do, you had just never done it before. 

Well to him at least. 

Sukuna’s size was intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him. 

His previous visits he would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight. 

Tonight was different. You weren’t sure why exactly but that thought did give you a bit of courage stirring the brat within you.

A sudden compulsion surfaced to see exactly how much he would give you and how far you could push him.

You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him. 

The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you. 

For leaving you high and dry for days, for breaking your favorite vibrator, for making you beg to cum but mostly for turning you into such a dizzy cock-hungry bitch who still yearned for him to fuck her silly.

Your thoughts of retribution were soon interrupted as he grew impatient with you.

“Y/N put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, bitch. If I left now, your sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.” Sukuna growled baring his canines.

You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions. 

Oh he wouldn’t dare leave you now. 

Not in this state. 

And if he wanted you to give him head, you would give The King Asshole of Curses the nastiest sloppiest toppy you could muster. 

Your mind set, you wet your lips making careful eye contact with him through moist batting lashes.

You started to crawl to close the short distance separating you with a slight sway of your hips. 

Slinking up between his legs, your hands caressed his calves and skimmed up over his thighs with feather light touches. 

Your tongue lingered in his inner thigh to lap up some of your juices that soiled his lap, never breaking eye contact. 

It was faint but could have sworn you heard Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.

Rising to your knees, you settled yourself into him until you were pressed between his legs and his hefty cock was nestled between your tits.

“Slut…”, Sukuna breathed out feeling your soft mounds enclose his cock. 

He held a good poker face but you could tell from the slight perspiration on his brow and deeper breaths that he wanted this. 

It gave you back some of the nerve you lost feeling his immense size between your bust.

Still holding his gaze, you tossed him a sweet smile before opening your mouth and letting the large amount of saliva you gathered descend from your tongue slowly like honey onto his dick.

The wetness flowed from your mouth and was instantly cooled by air as it left your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.

Not wasting time, you gathered the mixture of drool and precum that flowed onto your tits and began moving them against his massive cock, up and down slowly.

Indulging yourself, you couldn’t help but squeeze your neglected nipples and moan wantonly from wedging his thick cock between your breasts.

You meant to provoke him but you were driving yourself wild in the process wishing it was your pussy and not your tits enveloping him. 

Your mouth remained open and jaw lax all the while, allowing more of your saliva to freely spill out, still holding his gaze.

Sukuna was nearly about to snap at you for being a cockteasing whore when as if you could sense the insult forming in his mind you finally broke eye contact. Dipping your head low, you took his swollen cockhead in between your lips while your tits continued working the base. 

You swirl your tongue over the hole at his tip and lewdly slurp up more precum causing Sukuna’s hand to shoot into your hair. 

“Fuck” Sukuna let slip out.

His claws were at your roots applying a near agonizing grip. 

Despite the pain on your scalp, the action encouraged you. 

You licked, kissed and slobbered your way down the length of his cock. The obscene noises from blowing him only rivaled by the sounds coming from your cunt earlier.

Sukuna grunted. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you. 

He corrupted you in a way that had broken many others in the past but he could tell by the insolence of your stare how your eagerness was not a show of devotion, but of defiance.

His earlier punishment had only fanned your flames. 

Sukuna thought you would complain and cower away from sucking his cock like the pillow princess he knew you were with Yuji, not attack it like it was your last life line.

Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat. 

The curse king would never admit it out loud but your brattiness turned him on. 

It always had.

He would watch you from within Yuji. Your slick comments when he did something that upset you, your bratty protests when you didn’t get your way– Yuji bent to your will every single time. 

It was infuriating that he never put you in your place. 

The kid was too pussy whipped to see just how big a whore he actually had on his hands waiting to be turned out and used as a fucktoy.

Sukuna stifled a groan and resisted tilting his head back when he felt your soft fingers work their way down to cup his heavy sack. 

You fondle them lightly as you move from giving him a boob job to take him in your mouth deeper and pump the base of his length with your other hand.

He couldn’t let this go on any longer. He wouldn’t allow himself to be undone by you.

Your brattiness entertained him but his pride could never let you have the upperhand for long.

Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stood up. 

And with a forward roll of his hips Sukuna was forcing you to take his entire length in one rough motion, gagging you on it.

You choked and your hands scrambled to push against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward. 

The action had you taking him to the hilt, your jaw stretched beyond its limits. Your tears that pricked the corners of your eyes spilled forth. His cock filled your throat so deeply there was barely room for air.

“Now, now, Y/N.” Sukuna chided you as you flailed uselessly against him to release you. 

“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”

Your throat in question was currently being fucked raw as your face was roughly slammed into his crotch. 

Pubic hair tickled your cheeks and your nostrils filled with the pungent scent of his arousal which combined with lack of oxygen, made you dizzy. 

You croaked out a moan as you gagged further on his dick.

The vibrations that traveled along Sukuna’s cock caused him to thrust deeper with force as he stuffed himself further down your throat.

Your jaw hurt like hell but the pain was slowly being overshadowed by your weepy cunt. Once more your pussy was flaring with jealousy as you felt phantom strokes inside you sync up with him ravaging your throat. You couldn’t help but be turned on again from Sukuna’s rough treatment.

You would have rubbed your clit if your nails hadn’t found purchase in his hips, leaving marks and long scratches as your body instinctively clawed away at him to release you from his hold.

“Take it Y/N. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.” he snarled out the command and you could tell by how his cock thrashed against your throat he was close.

A few more spurts of his hips and he came cursing profanities into the air. His hot cum hits the back of your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly. 

Waiting until your throat wrung every drop from him Sukuna finally releases you and you collapse down into the ground coughing. 

You couldn’t help but spit up some of his seed. Despite your earlier bravado you weren’t prepared to take his girth fully nor for how thick his cum would be down your throat, which was now left raw and scratchy.

“Brats like you can never follow instructions well, can they?”

You were tempted to give him the finger for nearly suffocating you on his dick but you could only scowl at him while your hands tried to soothe your throat. 

“Tch, cumming just from getting your face fucked and without permission too? You still don’t deserve me fucking you.” Sukuna mused, the grin spreading wide on his face. 

You looked up at him incredulously as his voice threatened punishment again.

“Y-You’re kidding me”, you coughed out. You couldn’t help but furrow your brow and pout. You more than earned it in your opinion.

Sukuna chuckled at your reaction. Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumped his cock, giving you a once over.

He had made an utter mess of you: stray strands from your disheveled hair stuck to your cheeks soiled with tears; cum dribbled down the corners of your mouth and chin with any attempts you made to wipe it away merely smearing it on your face further; your chest heaved and glistened with sweat and whatever other fluids it collected; while that disobedient pussy of yours was beginning to seep a wet spot onto the floor from where you sat. 

Just filthy.

He could deny you further, if he wished. 

Tease you further. Make you beg for him as he knew how much you hated it which made him enjoy it that much more.

But then he would also be denying himself. 

He saw how you enthusiastically rose to the challenge of giving him head and it made him impatient to see you make more of a mess of yourself on his cock, which grew harder the more he took in your sullied form.

“Y/N, if that filthy pussy of yours want to cum on my dick she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.”

The curse king moved back onto the bed to fully recline and looked at you expectantly. 

You nodded and wordlessly followed, your voice still recovering.

Sukuna had preferred to fuck you ass up with an arched back, but if this was your punishment you would gladly accept it.

You would take any position if it resulted in his cock inside of you to be honest.

Crawling over his large form to straddle him, you let your hands roam over the taunt muscles of his abs. 

Your hands traced his tattoos as you began to grind your slickness on his erection. 

It felt amazing feeling him underneath you. The thick girth of him spread your pussy lips apart as you created more friction against your clit. You quivered. It was too good.

“On with it already, pillow princess.” Sukuna smirked, giving your ass a firm slap. He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.

You yelped as the action had you clenching your cheeks. Your ass was still very much sore but Sukuna would never let you have a moment to enjoy yourself unless it was on his terms. 

“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snapped, your brattiness getting the best of you once again but you still complied as you centered his cock over your entrance giving it a few pumps. 

You half expected him to flip you over and choke you out while drilling you into the mattress for sassing him again.However when you looked at him you saw his gaze transfixed on where your cunt was attempting to swallow him whole.

“Then just fucking do it slut”, he answered with another smack to your cheeks. 

Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.

You wanted to glare at him but you were too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.

Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.

You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in. 

Tears were already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick. 

“Aw, am I too much for the little brat?” I thought you were going to fuck me?” Sukuna teased, feigning boredom. 

“I AM”, you whine through gritted teeth. You were so wet in addition to having been stretched from his fingers yet it was still this difficult.

Leaning more unto him for support you tried to adjust yourself but it only caused his cockhead to begin to slip out of you.

“Too damn slow”, Sukuna barked at you before firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you. 

You let out a screech so loud you would have thought it woke your neighbors, that is if you could give a fuck to think about anything else but Sukuna ripping through you right now.

His fat blunt tip rammed against your cervix and it took all the air out of your lungs. You were left reeling, arched back as your vision blacked out momentarily. 

Trembling, you fell forward onto his tattooed chest. It was too intense, you were too full. Too much too fast of what you had been begging for all night, all at once.

Your legs trembled and your shoulders shook. 

Your walls compressed Sukuna’s length and he let out a low growl at its intensity.

“Shit bitch - did you just cum again!?” 

“S’your f-fault,” you slurred out with a sigh, wiping the drool dripping down your chin.

Pushing yourself up, you started to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine. 

You could feel your whole body buzzing from your orgasm. You were too sensitive, but it wasn’t nearly enough. 

You needed more of him.

You couldn’t think of anything else except for him buried inside of you. 

You leaned back to grip Sukuna’s thighs for support as you picked up your pace the more you recovered until you were bucking on him. 

The angle had you impaling yourself on him. You were putting on a show for the curse king who drank in the view of you in shambles on his cock. 

Your tits bounced wildly as your cunt greedily sucked him in and ignored the pain of the stretch which was incomparable to the amount of pleasure you are receiving. 

“That’s it Y/N. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly. 

“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good” you groaned at his manhandling of you which caused you to gush around his cock creating a white ring of fluids. 

You see Sukuna grit his teeth and adjust his hips to thrust up into you deeper. Being on top and watching him underneath you, seeing the pleasure you were giving him you feel a surge of power rush through you. 

Sitting up from your reclined position, your hands ran over his that were still grasping your tits before settling on his muscular forearms to anchor yourself. 

His strokes were making your pussy flutter with pleasure, every nerve alight. 

You weren’t just playing with fire, you were dancing in it and it made you feel higher than any actual drug ever could. 

Fucking him like this was a drug. 

You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy little whore and you wanted him to give you even more. 

“I-I-I w-wan-t…” you started but lost focus. You were losing yourself again and you still had something you wanted before you came, one more trick up your sleeve.

“Yes? Use your words Y/N. Tell me what my lil slut wants.” He purred teasingly however the strain was evident in his voice.

You come closer to him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into your ass cheeks.

“Ryo..men, d-daddy.. .. you-r tongue… ki-ss me” you cooed seductively. Putting on your best babyface and looking down at him with a lustful pout wanting him to indulge you.

His eyes flashed. You truly caught him off guard with this one. 

Your legs wrapped around him tightly as he suddenly sat up and his hand was around your neck once again but he never stopped his hips driving into you.

Your eyes widened in response but they were filled with excitement. The thrill of pushing him further and the danger of it all was intoxicating. 

The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex and you leaned deeper into the hand around your neck. You couldn’t help the gleeful look on your face as you shivered and stroked the arm that grasped your neck as if daring him to squeeze tighter. It was audacious.

Did you truly get off on edging death?

Sukuna was wondering something similar as the desire to actually snap your neck this time for real this time rose within him. 

You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine. You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.  

One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…

…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for. One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving her what she wanted.

Truthfully you were all of those things. 

He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It was absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts. 

Loosening his grip on your neck, he grabbed your jaw harshly bringing you closer.

“Open”

You obeyed without fuss, sticking out your tongue.

He tilted your head upwards toward him and you felt his spit hit the back of your throat.

“Swallow”

The command had barely left his mouth before you were already savoring his thick saliva before you stuck out your tongue to prove you had in fact swallowed it all this time.

“Good girl.” he muttered. Sukuna’s breath was hot on your face before his mouth crashed onto yours, devouring you. 

The brutal kiss overwhelmed your already overstimulated senses. Your teeth clashed against his as mouth ravaged yours. Even his kiss was dangerous as his razor sharp canines cut your tongue and your blood flowed into his mouth. 

You felt him groan into you as he drank it eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor.

Completely disoriented, you didn’t realize the lack of oxygen you had until he pulled back, your blood staining his lips.

Sukuna chuckled at your dazed expression. 

His kiss left you in a stupor as you hung onto his shoulders utterly breathless.

Catching your breath, you lean in closer as your tongue slides over his lips to taste your blood on them.

“M-more w-wanna c-cum Daddy.” you mewled against his lips.

“More? Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it,” he replied mischievously. 

Sukuna’s breath fanned across your face as he captured your lips again roughly. 

He placed a hand behind you but nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of the mouth on his palm opening and tongue diving directly into your asshole.

You cried as your body instinctively pressed yourself closer to him, breaking the kiss and burrowing your face in his neck trying to keep his tongue from going deeper. However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access as it opens to lap at your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

“Don’t run from this slut you asked for more.” Sukuna grunted in your ear, the smirk evident in his voice.

You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy. 

“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you Y/N?” 

Sukuna taunted you and you felt his words travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.

His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him. 

“U-h Uh-huh,” You nodded as incoherent babbles were the only noises that could muster.

You had never experienced an assault on your senses this hard. Every nerve felt like it might combust as the heat within terrorized you, making you feel as if your entire body was erogenous. 

“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck as he bit down, drawing blood again.

His words made your chest tighten and your stomach flutter, both betraying you.

Every trick you tried on him thus far had backfired on you when he returned your energy. 

Every time you toyed with him he would toy with you harder. 

You realized now you’d never win.

You didn’t know if you hated him or loved him for it. The sane part of you was locked away somewhere and all you knew now is your body was screaming to feel his seed fill you, to breed you.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and it proved all too much for you to handle.

Sukuna swallowed your screams of ecstasy as you came harder than ever before, toppling over your peak and jerking against him as tremors overtook your entire body. Your mind blank, you collapsed against him tapping out as your senses faded to black.

You weren't out for long but as you came to, you noticed he had placed you back on the bed, on your belly as he moved to position himself behind you.

“I’ve fucked you dumb. Just look at you, half unconscious.”

You could only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy. 

“Hands and Knees, Y/N” Sukuna ordered.

“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slurred, you couldn’t possibly take any more of him, your body needed to recover you were exhausted

“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”

You groaned. Your limbs were liquified and you couldn’t manage to support yourself with your arms. 

Head rolling to one side to support yourself with your pillow you lif your ass up into the air. Your arms reached back to spread your cheeks wide for him,

Sukuna, satisfied with your position, whistled at the sight of you. “Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.”

His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, dribbling down your sex and onto the bed.

Sukuna’s evil laughter rang into your ears as he plows into you once more. His thrusts blessing you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over. “See Yuji? When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”

LOL! 

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Long A/N ahead:

Any mistakes please DM, no rude or criticizing comments please. (I literally am so busy but got up at 5am to finish this.) This is the first smut I’ve written in ages. I didn’t expect it to be so LONG my fucking god. But I actually enjoyed writing this! Especially Sukuna softening a bit towards Y/N at the end. Not really in a romantic way per se but in a “I actually enjoy your pussy presence and would likely keep you around once I'm released from your cuckass boyfriend.” kind of way. I also see it as him indulging Y/N and wanting to breed her just to piss off Yuji lmfao. He would totally knock you up out of spite. I also had fun writing Y/N here as a brat but one who doesn’t give up the fight, just finds new ways to be a brat and enjoys the punishment lmfao. (Me af) I feel like complete brat taming works well with Toji, Geto, and Choso. Sukuna on the otherhand needs a constant challenge or he will just get bored easily and kill you. You gotta tease him enough to keep him interested but he still ain’t gonna let you win. But no, even though I completely tortured and cucked Yuji here (cause he was aware this entire time), I actually really adore him. Yuji is so baby girl. I want to play with his hair and watch dumb movies on the sofa with cuddling with him and then once I get horny Sukuna can fuck my face into the cushions. OMFG SHOULD I WRITE THAT!?

What’s next?

Well my next 3 stories (in order of longest to shortest) center around lactation (Toji), van sex (Geto) and thigh job (Nanami) kinks. Which one y'all want first? ;)

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Thank you @cowedeacumootsu for providing this Kaede image that inspired this whole story, and @empireofdespair for your feedback!

Kaede shuffled behind her desk, Miss Kirigiri's too-tight suit almost audibly creaking as she did, making her wince. She was lucky the deputy headmistress' figure had some oomph to it, allowing Kaede to at least wear these clothes, but there was no denying the way her shirt's buttons seemed ready to fly off should she dare breathe in too deeply.

And the skirt was far from ideal either. While Miss Kirigiri was taller than Kaede, her skirt still fell quite short of completely encompassing her ass.

Sitting down as she was, she could feel just how much of her legs were exposed, and she shivered slightly.

Even a blind man could've told her that these clothes didn't fit at all, but she had little choice in her attire, sadly.

There was simply no way she would be going against Miss Kirigiri's instructions, and not only because the woman's severity was legendary.

These internships were an important portion of her grade, and she really couldn't afford to get a poor mark.

Of course, one might wonder why Kaede had decided to take her internship here, as she was the Ultimate Pianist, and not the Ultimate, Secretary, or something. Knowing how to do whatever the deputy headmistress did would do precious little to help her sharpen her talent.

But the answer to that question lay at the feet of her boyfriend. Shuichi, the Ultimate Detective.

The moment internships had been announced, he had jumped at the opportunity to ask Miss Kirigiri, the former Ultimate Detective to mentor him, but she had refused.

Shuichi had been so let down by the news, and Kaede's heart had gone out to him. She'd approached Miss Kirigiri, and asked her if there was some way she could convince her to mentor Shuichi.

But it had been there that she'd learned that Miss Kirigiri literally couldn't do it.

Not because of a lack of interest, but rather a lack of opportunity. Her role as deputy headmistress was critical to the proper functioning of Hope's Peak, she'd told the blonde, and she couldn't take a whole week off without a replacement lined up.

Kaede, perhaps foolishly, had told her that she would take on that role if it could count as her internship, and, well, the rest was history.

Shuichi and Miss Kirigiri were off doing whatever it was detectives did, and Kaede was here. Trying to not be nude.

She sighed, slumping forward slightly, only to be immediately reminded that she better keep her back straight lest she wanted her clothes to jump ship.

Well, whatever. No use dwelling on the past! Kaede pulled out the sheet Miss Kirigiri had prepared for her, with instructions as to what she had to do as the temporary deputy headmistress.

It was a strange thing that left Kaede quite confused. It was in equal parts precise and vague.

Before Mister Naegi's arrival, it told her everything. Her time of arrival, the way up to the deputy headmistress' office, and even where Miss Kirigiri left a change of clothes on site that Kaede had to wear!

But from the headmaster's arrival onwards, it simply said 'Help Makoto in whatever way he needs.'

And like, what did that mean!? How was this a 'critical' role? Did Miss Kirigiri even do anything in this school? Whenever Kaede saw her, it was while Mister Naegi was walking around the school, greeting the students, while the former detective simply glared the rambunctious ones into submission as she followed the headmaster around.

Kaede didn't know what to expect from this internship, but thankfully she should soon learn more, as Mister Naegi entered her temporary office then and there.

He blinked as his eyes landed on her, before smiling widely. "Kaede Akamatsu, right? Kyoko told me you would be taking your internship here."

Kaede couldn't help but blush and look down at her desktop. "Y-Yes, sir." She replied, an embarrassing stutter slipping into her words.

But who could blame her!? She was talking to the Ultimate Hope, the hero of the world! Every girl at least had a bit of a crush on him at some point.

Even if you ignored his history, his warm smile, kind attitude, and cute appearance were all more than noteworthy as well. Hell, even Tenko couldn't find anything to reproach him most days!

But Kaede had grown past that point. Seeing the man walking the hallways at least once a week for the last few months had done a lot to dispel the mysticism that surrounded him, and, well-

Seeing him trip on air and eat dust was a regular sight as well, though there was no denying the cuteness of his clumsiness either.

But that familiarity flew out the window the moment she was alone with him as he approached her desk, looking down at her in the privacy of Miss Kirigiri’s office. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time again, the man seemingly taking up all the space in the room, and only making Kaede’s heart beat faster and faster as he approached her, an easy smile on his face.

Kaede couldn’t help but swallow nervously as Mister Naegi leaned on her desk. “So, did Kyoko tell you what your job would be here?” 

His voice was like rich honey, warm and sweet, enveloping Kaede like a blanket, immediately calming down her nerves and silencing her doubts, though it did nothing to stop her blushing.

“Yes! I-I mean, kinda? She left me a list…” Kaede explained, indicating the paper that was laying on the desk.

Mister Naegi looked at it for a moment, his eyes flying over the deputy headmistress’ neat handwriting, before chuckling. “Not very precise, is it?”

Kaede couldn’t help but giggle along with him. Following his lead just seemed to be her natural reaction. 

Some might wonder how Mister Naegi, being such a cute and clumsy man, might’ve stopped three different killing games organized by enemies of the world, but anyone who talked with him for but a moment knew the truth of the matter.

There was this raw magnetism to him, this energy that radiated from him. It warmed up and ensnared everyone who spent time in his presence. It was the charisma of a man who was absolutely at ease with himself, daring the world to try and throw something else in his path, so confident he was in his capability to overcome it.

“Well, precise or not, it’s a pretty good summary of what Kyoko usually does.” Mister Naegi continued, looking back at the girl’s face. But the moment their eyes met, Kaede’s breath was stolen.

His pale hazel eyes seemed to pierce right through her, and her heart began picking up speed as she struggled to look away. But there was no helping it. Kaede couldn’t look away from that spark of wit that shone in his eyes, a faint amusement that only conveyed camaraderie rather than any kind of mocking.

But more than that, it was the way Mister Naegi himself looked away from her face, none-too-subtly stealing a glance at her expansive chest, checking it out without even a moment’s thought, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Before she could stop herself, Kaede found her back arching, presenting herself for his inspection, deaf to the way her top strained and creaked. And when he looked back up at her, attraction and approval clear in his eyes, Kaede felt her lips smile widely.

But it only lasted a moment, before a bucket of ice-cold water was figuratively dumped down her back.

What was she thinking!? 

“So? Are you fine helping me out?” Mister Naegi asked, cutting off Kaede’s self-reprimand. She blinked rapidly, trying to chase away the memory of his eyes on her, and the way her breath quickened at the sight of his smile to instead focus back on their conversation.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine with this.” Kaede managed, and there was no stopping her returning smile when Makoto’s own reappeared.

“That’s great! So, follow me to my office, and we’ll get started right away!” He said, before heading towards the backdoor of the room, leading to his own office, only accessible through Miss Kirigiri’s.

Kaede stayed seated for a moment. What had she just been doing? Showing off her boobs to an older man? To someone other than her boyfriend? She was so embarrassed- just what had she been thinking!?

“Kaede?” Mister Naegi asked, making the blonde jump in her seat. “Is something the matter?”

“N-No! Everything’s fine!” Kaede exclaimed, standing up with a fierce shake of her head.

No use thinking about that stupid stuff; she needed to do her job now.

She followed after Mister Naegi, who held the door open for her with a smile that Kaede once more just couldn’t not return.

And once more, the headmaster’s eyes soon left her own, drifting down to the rest of her figure, making the blonde shiver, and before she knew it, her hips gained a sashay as she passed him, making sure to let him admire the sway of her ass as she entered his office.

Kaede froze again. What was that!? Why was she acting like this?

Her blush exploded off her face as she tried to make sense of her actions. Was she trying to- seduce the headmaster!? That was ridiculous! She loved Shuichi! She really did! She loved him so much that she even accepted this post just to make him happy, and she didn’t act like such a- such a slut in front of him. Their relationship hadn’t grown to this sexual level yet- and there was nothing wrong with that!

Kaede wasn’t some slut! Why was she acting like this-

A warm touch on the low of her back silenced her thoughts, melting them away in an instant. The headmaster’s hand was resting against the small of Kaede’s back, diffusing his warmth throughout her body, and instantly, Kaede found her shoulders slouching, losing a tension she hadn’t even noticed. Her thighs rubbed together absently as she focused on Makoto’s presence behind her, the way his strong fingers ignited her skin even through her clothes.

“Are you ready to begin, Kaede?” Mister Naegi asked, his voice coming from over her shoulder, and Kaede’s neck began turning to look back at him.

Her eyes met his, blinking slowly as she tried to make sense of what was happening, but it was all so confusing! The way she acted, the way Mister Naegi acted, the way her body reacted- 

Abruptly, she remembered the list Miss Kirigiri had left her.

'Help Makoto in whatever way he needs.'

Yes, that was her job here. She remembered now. Like a beacon piercing through the fog enveloping her brain, Miss Kirigiri’s instructions suddenly brought her light.

“Yes, I’m ready, sir,” Kaede answered, her own voice sounding distant to her. 

Mister Naegi chuckled. “No need to call me sir. While we’re working together, please call me Makoto.

She had a hard time focusing on his words. Most of her attention was being pulled by his hand on her body, the way it moved minutely in small circles as he pulled her along behind his desk, the way his fingers seemed to just barely cross over the hem of her skirt, only just grazing the curve of her ass.

She blinked at the thought. That was, inappropriate, wasn’t it? Letting another man touch her like this while she had a boyfriend…

Makoto’s hand climbed up to the nape of her neck, and though it exerted almost no force at all on her, it still felt like it weighed a ton, like an anchor hanging around her neck, waiting only for an opportunity to pull her down into a dark abyss from which she wouldn’t emerge.

“Please get under my desk, Kaede,” Makoto asked, and Kaede felt a shiver run down her back. 

Did- did he drop something under there? The headmaster wasn’t that old, was he? Did he really need her to be the one to get under there to pick it up!?

Kaede desperately tried to come up with an excuse, but no. There was no denying the way his eyes shined with promise, the way his hand gently massaged the back of her neck, the way her body heated up under his gaze

If- If she got under that desk-

She- She couldn’t! She couldn’t do that to Shuichi, she couldn’t hurt him like that!

Her mouth opened to say exactly that, her head turning to face the headmaster-

But the moment she tried to move, Makoto’s hand on her neck stopped her in her tracks. Not with any kind of strength, or at least, not muscular strength. Kaede simply realized that Makoto’s hand wasn’t moving with her. He hadn’t given her permission to move, and the blonde found that she couldn’t turn her head at all. Makoto wanted her to stay facing the desk, and she found herself unable to look away from it.

She couldn’t stop staring at it, at the hollow beneath it- and before she knew it, Makoto’s hand had stopped immobilizing her, and had begun to guide her.

His hand was moving her slowly, gently, but the strength in his grip was unstoppable, or at least that was how it felt to Kaede. She couldn’t even think of going against it, so complete its control over her movement was. Soon, Makoto’s hand guided her to her knees, then to all fours, and Kaede crawled under his desk as he demanded, her fat ass high in the air as she did, and her heavy chest almost dragging on the ground beneath her, ignoring the way she was stretching out Miss Kirigiri’s clothes.

Those thoughts had long since abandoned her.

He only let go of her once she had entered the hollow of his desk, only for his hand to slide down her back, making Kaede gasp, to finally settle on her ass, making the blonde moan whorishly at his strong grip. He continued to push her beneath the desk, though he didn’t waste an opportunity to feel up her behind as he did, easily deforming the globe under his strong fingers, leaving Kaede panting like a bitch.

‘What- am I doing?’ She asked herself, her thoughts fighting to be heard over her arousal. But it was much too late. Soon enough, Kaede had completely shuffled her way under the desk, and the headmaster didn’t waste a moment taking a seat and pushing his chair back in, trapping Kaede.

The blonde was still facing the back wall, as if afraid to turn around and face the situation she had brought upon herself.

She was- She couldn’t do this! It was horrible!

“Turn around, Kaede,” Makoto ordered, and the blonde shuffled around to face him before she even realized it. Her body and mind were eager to obey the Ultimate Hope, eager to serve him, she realized. Even now, her every muscle was tense, ready to move at his command, and her every thought was of him.

Her heart was the only thing still protesting this insanity, and its voice was only growing weaker and weaker with every passing moment, vainly trying to remind Kaede of the world that existed beyond the headmaster.

“M-Makoto…” Kaede tried to say something, one last effort to protest-

But she was immediately silenced when she came face-to-face with Makoto’s cock.

Sitting on her legs on the ground, looking up at that- that- monstrosity, she heard her heart fall to silence as if as stunned as she was.

This wasn’t- This couldn’t be real. This- pillar of masculinity, jutting off Makoto’s body like a spear.

But there was no denying it. Not with the way its warmth radiated off it, or the way its smell soon filled the space beneath the desk and Kaede’s nostrils.

She moaned despite her best efforts, her whole body melting in arousal. This was- This smell, it was like-

Kaede’s words failed to describe it adequately. 

Only one thing was for sure. Kaede would be quite satisfied to pass up oxygen for more of Makoto’s scent. And she had never truly known arousal until now.

She wondered if all cocks were like this, but no. She’d have known if Shuichi was packing this kind of heat.

She couldn’t even bring herself to feel bad for disparaging Shuichi. There was this- distance that had suddenly appeared between them right now. Between her and everything in the world that wasn’t Makoto and his cock.

The headmaster was saying something, about what he had to do and what she had to do.

But she didn’t care about the former. And she already knew the latter.

Before she was even aware of it, her hands rose to him, grabbing onto the cock with a reverence she had never known before.

It was impossibly hard, and impossibly warm, as if it would burn the skin right off her hands. But this heat wasn’t painful in the slightest, no. It was a comforting one, an arousing one. It only served to feed the heat in her own nethers. 

Slowly, religiously, she began stroking him, panting as she did. Up she went, her smooth hands gliding over his cock for at least a foot’s worth in length, before going back down the other way, its every throb making Kaede’s mouth water. And when a bead of precum began to pearl from his gland, there was no way she could restrain herself.

The precum exploded on her tongue, making her eyes flutter at his musky taste. Her legs quivered, and there was no stopping one of her hands from leaving his cock to instead dive down into her panties to stoke her own heat.

Unsurprisingly, she found her panties ruined, and her pussy soaked.

One lick brought upon another drop, and thus, another lick, and before long, Kaede was mindlessly lapping at Makoto’s cock, feeling her brain drown in his mind-melting taste.

But of course, Kaede wasn’t here for her pleasure, but for Makoto’s. That’s why, when his hand came down on her head and began pulling her towards him, she didn’t even consider fighting him.

Her mouth fell open automatically, eagerly, and she took the head of his cock in her mouth, lathering it in her spit.

And when Makoto's hand continued on its path, his digits digging into the blonde's scalp as he pulled evermore forward, Kaede didn't even entertain a thought of resistance.

And despite her inexperience, despite the fact that this was her first time giving a blowjob, despite the fact that Makoto's cock was so huge-

She didn't gag. Didn't choke. She simply moved forward in one smooth motion, exactly as Makoto directed her to.

Her body completely accepting of Makoto's cock in her throat, like she had been born and bred for exactly this purpose.

Her eyes fluttered as she felt his length penetrate her deeper and deeper, his girth great enough that her tongue could only just wiggle, crushed underneath him as it was. But wiggle it did, desperate as she was to pleasure Makoto to the best of her abilities.

Soon enough, Kaede's lips kissed the base of Makoto's cock, and she moaned as she felt him throbbing inside her throat. The headmaster held her there for a moment as Kaede's fingers pumped at her pussy, joined by her suddenly unnecessary hand, savoring the taste of Makoto's cock, forever burning it in her brain.

She wanted to stay here forever, feeling her throat convulsing around this welcome intruder, drool dripping down her front and staining Miss Kirigiri's clothes, his smell making her brain drain down her thighs.

But Makoto wasn't satisfied with this. His hand began pulling back on Kaede's head, making the blonde whine and the headmaster chuckle.

"You think you'll earn yourself a load of my cum without working for it?" He asked, and Kaede felt her heart skip a beat.

She remembered the taste of his pre, could only adore the taste of his cock-

She wanted- no, needed to taste his cum.

For the first time, Kaede began fighting Makoto's grip on her, and the man immediately let go of her as she began to move on her own.

And without hesitation, Kaede dove forward once more, greedily swallowing the inches that had escaped her. For a moment, she allowed herself to appreciate this bliss as she felt Makoto's balls laying against her chin, no doubt brewing a potent load just for her.

But before Makoto could get bored, she leaned back again, just barely keeping his gland in her mouth to be showered by her tongue's affection for a moment, before repeating the cycle.

Forward, and backward, and then forward again, only ever gaining speed with every repetition, Kaede violently facefucked herself on Makoto's cock, drool and spittle flying as she did, only adding to the mess her weeping pussy was no doubt making on the floor.

Kaede was working like a sex-craved nymphomaniac, desperate and adoring, looking up at Makoto as the man worked on something or other, wordlessly begging him to bless her with his cum.

Then, for one divine moment, the brunette looked back down at her, making the blonde freeze as their eyes met.

He smiled at her, not even a hint of blush on his face from her efforts. 

"Keep it up, Kaede. You're a fine slut."

Kaede's vision went white as she came explosively all over the floor, moaning to the best of her abilities as she choked on her headmaster's cock.

Yes~ She was a slut, wasn't she? A cheating slut that would do anything for cock, for Makoto's cock~

Her headmaster's words repeated themselves in a loop in her sex-addled mind, her masturbation and face-fucking redoubling in effort with this new motivation he had just given her.

And eventually, the inevitable happened. Makoto’s hand came back down to Kaede’s head, and shoved it against him, forcing his length down her throat, making Kaede’s eyes flutter in glee.

She could feel his balls twitching against her chin as she convulsively swallowed around his cock, desperately trying to milk his load out of him.

And when she felt his testicles bunch up, when she felt his cock throb inside her, when she felt his hot seed shooting down her throat-

She squealed in ecstasy, her eyes rolling up into her skull, so overcome with joy she was. Shot after shot of cum was deposited directly into her stomach, and it was only then that Makoto allowed her to back up enough to receive the remaining ones in her mouth.

She moaned as she felt his musky taste burn out her tastebuds, her tongue swishing his thick cum around in her mouth, and only swallowing once it was clear she wouldn’t be able to hold all of his remaining shots.

And when Makoto’s load finally petered out, Kaede was completely blissed out. Her cheeks were bulging with her headmaster’s load, and she couldn’t bring herself to swallow it. No, she needed to savor it, savor this divine gift.

Her fingers desperately flicked at her clit, and reached as deep inside of her as they could, her mind melting under this twin assault of Makoto’s musky cum infiltrating her pleasure-soaked brain, and her masturbating fingers making sure that Kaede wouldn’t even have a hope of resisting him.

“Are you planning to continue sucking me off with your mouth full, you stupid slut?” Makoto asked, making Kaede freeze.

Her eyes refocused on the cock in front of her, only to smile ear-to-ear as she saw that it was still hard, if not more so even.

Quickly, though still gratefully, she swallowed the first load Makoto had given her, and immediately began working on milking another out of him.

And she quickly did. And then she swallowed another. And another. And another still.

By the time Makoto stood up from his chair, Kaede was completely cock-drunk. She giggled vapidly as she licked the ground clean of whatever drop of cum might’ve escaped her hungry maw, her fingers still pawing at her pussy, just as they had constantly done all this time.

She’d no doubt reached her peak two or three times for every one of Makoto’s, and her brain was having some issue coping with this overwhelming mixture of sensations. Even just Makoto’s bitch-breaking musk would’ve been enough to knock loose a couple of neurons, but coupled with her sex-crazed masturbation and several heavy loads of cum, well-

Let’s just say Kaede wasn’t exactly operating at full capacity.

But that was exactly how she needed to be as Makoto began pulling her out from under his desk, her own legs barely managing to find purchase under her before he laid her front down on the desk, her fat chest squishing under her and making her coo.

“You’re quite confused, aren’t you Kaede? Or at least, you would be if you could string two thoughts together.” Makoto said, standing behind her.

Kaede blinked, before realizing that she might be getting fucked! Immediately, she spread her legs, only to be stopped by a harsh spank falling on her clothed behind, pulling a moan out of the slut, but making her stop all the same.

“Don’t move, slut. Right now, I’m acting as an educator, and I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Makoto said, his voice sending shivers down Kaede’s spine.

“Do you know why you can’t resist me? Why you were all but begging me to take you before I’d even said a word to you? Why you were so ready to abandon your boyfriend the moment I asked you to?”

Kaede froze at the mention of Shuichi, the reminder of her boyfriend piercing through the haze of her arousal, not to mention the fresh air she was finally feeding her brain. “Wh-What are you talking about…” Kaede mumbled, blinking slowly, trying to regain her senses.

Makoto chuckled, before pressing a hand on the small of her back, pressing her core down harder against the desk, making her back arch and Kaede moan, before she blushed.

“S-Stop it…” She whined, but Makoto didn’t listen to her for a moment.

“It’s because you’re a slut.” He said instead, making Kaede’s legs quiver, and she could feel her femcum sliding down them in the hot air of the office.

“Am not…” Kaede weakly protested, only to squeal when Makoto’s hand fell like thunder on her ass once more, sending a jolt of pleasure directly into her pussy.

N-No, not pleasure, it was definitely pain-

Two more spanks fell shortly after, derailing Kaede’s train of thought as she moaned under Makoto’s strength, her hips twitching and humping the air as if trying to tempt him into giving her another.

“Yes, you are. I knew you were one the moment I saw you. Do you know why?” Makoto said, and the assuredness in his voice, the charisma of the Ultimate Hope that could bend the ear of politicians, businessmen, and rulers the world over-

Kaede found her own conviction faltering. Her whole being was screaming at her 'Who are you to stand against him? To think you know better than him?’ 

And she found that, under the weight of his gaze and his words, she was no one.

 “Wh-Why?” She found herself asking.

“Because I have eyes.” Kaede blinked, not understanding, before Makoto’s hands grabbed hold of her skirt and ripped it down her legs, panties and all. And once she was half-nude, without a word of warning, his hand came down once more, but instead of a spank, he forcefully groped her ass, making Kaede moan whorishly, her fingers weakly scratching at his desktop as if trying to crawl away.

But there was no escaping him. Makoto’s strong hand played with her fat ass like it was play-dough, easily spreading and deforming it, every flex of his fingers making Kaede’s brain jolt with another blinding bolt of pleasure.

“I can see your fat ass, and I know it's the ass of a slut who exists to be toyed with.” He said, before his other hand landed on her other cheek, spanking it harshly, and Kaede came once more, her ruined cunt crying in pleasure.

Makoto took advantage of Kaede’s weakness, his strong grip easily spinning the girl around on her back.

“I can see your bouncing tits, and I know those are the tits of a whore who wants to show off,” Makoto said, and before Kaede could even register the words, his hands came up to her shirt, easily ripping it apart and making the buttons explode off it, freeing her bra-clad tits, which didn’t last much longer under the headmaster’s ministrations.

Kaede stared up at Makoto, panting like a bitch in heat, only to receive a smile in exchange.

“Look at you.” He said, his voice calm and serene, immediately stealing Kaede’s attention. She didn’t even react as his hands came down on her once more, sinking into her massive tits. “Isn’t this so much better?” He asked, and Kaede could only agree.

She had forgotten how much easier it was to breathe without being choked out by her clothes- “Isn’t it so much better with your tits out, showing off for a real man? Letting me play with you like the toy you are?”

No, that wasn’t what Kaede was thinking-

His calloused digits left trails of pleasurable tingles as he palmed her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples, making Kaede gasp, her legs kicking out on either side of the headmaster as she thrashed on his desk under his ministrations.

“How can you pretend that you aren’t a slut when I can just play with your tits for a moment, and you forget you ever had a boyfriend?” Makoto asked, and the moment Kaede’s mouth opened in protest, all that came out was a long moan as his fingers twisted just enough to pull it out of her.

And before she could find her breath once more, Makoto let go of one of her nipples to grab onto her heaving tit’s meat instead, and lifted it to his mouth, making Kaede’s breath hitch.

He looked up at her as he did, and Kaede’s heartbeat stuttered as their eyes met. Makoto’s mouth was stretched in a soft smile up at her. “Aren’t you so much happier now that I’m treating you like the slut you are?” Makoto asked, before opening his mouth wide and taking her nipple into it.

And when he bit down on it, when Kaede found herself thrashing under him even harder as she came, all she saw in his eyes was the satisfaction of being right and helping a stupid slut like her learn the truth.

By the time she came down from yet another high, she struggled to wipe the dumb smile from her face. Her every breath whistled as she tried to fill her lungs. Makoto was standing back up straight, still between her two legs.

She had to stop herself from spreading them even further.

She- She wasn’t a slut! She had a- a boyfriend, and- and- she didn’t- she couldn’t-

Her brain kept getting racked by aftershocks of pleasure, her sensitive nipples standing at attention and her legs twitching weakly.

She wasn’t- she needed to get out of here.

The thought struck Kaede like lightning. She had to leave. She couldn’t stay here with Makoto-

But as if summoned by her thought, Makoto spoke again then, bringing her attention to his face once more, only for her resolve to shrivel at the sight of it.

His smile- it was still there but-

It was a sad smile, and- in his eyes, disappointment.

Kaede found that she couldn’t breathe.

“I don’t understand, Kaede. Why won’t you just accept who you are?” He asked, with such sincerity in his voice that Kaede found herself curling up on herself as he spoke, shame welling up in her chest- but she couldn’t! She wasn’t- She wasn’t wrong, here!

But despite that knowledge, the first words that crossed her lips were “I’m sorry. B-But! I-I think you made a mistake, Makoto. I-I’m not a slut at all! I haven’t even done anything with Sh-Shuichi…” She trailed off as Makoto’s smile only fell further, robbing the voice from her chest.

“It’s fine Kaede.” He said, and Kaede felt a swell of hope fill her- “I am your headmaster. It’s my job to educate you.” only for it to disappear as quickly as it came.

“I-I’m telling you, I’m not-”

Makoto’s hard cock left his pants once more, flopping down on top of her groin.

Kaede’s eyes grew wide as she stared at it, feeling it throb against her skin, feeling Makoto’s scrotum laying against her weeping pussy.

“Don’t worry Kaede! I haven’t given up yet!” Makoto declared, his smile determined and warm, and despite herself, Kaede moaned as she felt him give the tiniest thrust against her.

“I won’t allow such a promising student to waste her time when she should be worshipping cock! I won’t let you pass by the path to your happiness, Kaede! I’ll make you realize just where your place is!” He declared with such conviction, with the strength of the Ultimate Hope that could inspire billions.

And Kaede was just a stupid slut. She never had a chance to resist him.

His hope infected her, and welled up in her chest, bringing a slightly insane smile to her lips.

She was regaining hope once more.

Hope that Makoto would break her, ruin her, and prove what a slut she was.

Her hips began bucking under his length, jumping and twitching in mindless begging, and Kaede’s mouth fell open.

“D-Do it. Save me! Save this stupid slut, and fucking destroy me!” Kaede begged, real distress tainting her voice as she began to believe in the error of her ways.

“I-I want to spend all my time pleasuring your cock! Make me yours! Break me!” Her voice only grew more frantic, more desperate as she stared at him, at his passionate eyes, so full of care for a stupid, useless girl like her.

Makoto’s hips pulled back, dragging the head of his cock across her skin, before he stopped her humping with a firm hand on her groin, making Kaede squeal.

He smiled at her, and the blonde’s heart beat ever faster. 

“Don’t worry Kaede. I’ll save you.” He said, and Kaede came as he thrust inside of her, her pussy swallowing his length with the ease only a true slut could have.

Her begging became nonsensical babbling as her brain failed her, her every thought drowned out by this tsunami of pleasure. And as Makoto pulled back once more for another savage thrust, in one last moment of clarity, a thought managed to pierce through the fog.

‘Is this love?’ Kaede asked herself, staring at Makoto’s smiling face as he reformed her pussy to the shape of his cock.

And when the next thrust blinded her, her tongue falling out of her mouth in a mindless ahegao, she knew she had her answer.

Kaede's brain was melting under Makoto's relentless assault, his animal-like pounding robbing her of all senses But as she howled her own pleasure, the faintest thought crossed her cock-drunk mind.

How lucky was she, to still have a whole week of learning under Makoto?

[l1tw1ck]

Fucking a Killer

Masc Reader (Top/Bottom Specified individually, All have Top Reader some have Bottom Reader)

Michael Myers, Ghostface, Dewey Riley, I got very lazy

this has been in my drafts for toooo long

General CW: Canon Typical Content

Michael Myers

sub reader, choking

🔪 You were his last victim of the night, he had you held you up against the wall and choked you. The only reason you survived was because you accidentally moaned. And it wasn't a moan of pain nor agony, it was a moan of pleasure. You wanted more. And he gave you just that

Sub Top: Michael bounced on your cock viciously, low and breathy moans leaving the mouth gap of his mask as he choked you. You're already on your third round, the both of you are beyond horny for each other. The knowledge that you could die at any moment if he forgets to let go exhilarated the both of you. Michael squeezes your neck tighter as he comes, in turn causing you to come deep inside him again

Sub Bottom: Michael gripped your neck as he rammed into you over and over, groaning lowly as he indulges in a pleasure he'd never thought he'd receive. He thanks everything good that he chose you as his victim. The sounds you let out only served to spur him on, even when you started slapping his arms for air, he kept on fucking you until he came. You survived, thankfully

Ghostface

(imagine whoever you want)

NTR/Cucking/Cheating, Dub-Con

🔪 You were looking forward to a call from your friend, so you didn't even think to check the number when you answered the phone. You soon found out he'd kidnapped your partner, had them tied to a chair in your backyard, and rather than asking questions, he showed up behind you in just the ghost mask and boxers. The rest of the costume likely tossed somewhere nearby.

He promised you your partner'll live if you fucked him, and you believed him. He encouraged you to play with his nipples, letting out whorish moans that could be heard from outside the glass. At some point, you started to really get into it, occasionally spanking him and nibbling on the exposed flesh of his neck. Your partner watched dreadfully as you fucked the killer to his completion, multiple times. The three of you doubted you'd ever want to go back to your partner after this. The sight of your cock bulging through his stomach made them wish they were dead. They got their wish eventually

Dewey

top ghostface reader, dubcon, choking

🍩 As one of the new serial killers, it's a given you'd end up face to face with a cop. Normally, you'd just kill whoever gets in your way, especially a law enforcer, but this guy's just too cute to kill.

You stand behind him, your hand wrapped around his throat with your cock buried deep inside him. He looks down and moans at the sight of your cock pushing in and out of him, a bulge showing through his tattered uniform. He starts to feel lightheaded, moaning impurely as he gets pounded by the person he's been hunting down for ages. Dewey never thought he was into having sex with a murderer until now, until he came hard on your thick length and begged for more.

[mariondeux]

Hi could I request yandere mayoi x male reader please

Mayoi is obsessed with the male reader to the point that he’s jealous that the reader is dating someone else and the reader likes to hanging out with mayoi because he’s cute and he confesses his love to the reader and manipulates them to be his lover.

Could you add manipulation, corruption, sadism, rough sex, biting and mayoi being a creepy stalker please ^^

— SYNOPSIS ; Mayoi was overjoyed to hear you wanted him to come over, until he found out your partner was with you as well. Once your partner leaves, he jumps up and confesses to you. But, once you turn him down, he’s ready to do anything to get you to become his.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con, threats of suicide, death threats, manipulation, gory description of death, manipulation, corruption (kinda, this is more like mindbreak), hints of sadism, rough sex, biting, Mayoi being creepy in Mayoi fashion, technical NTR?

WORD COUNT ; 958

PAIRING ; Yandere!Mayoi Ayase x Male!Reader

A/N ; Oh this one is HEAVY. This is the most heaviest request I’ve ever written (imo) 😭 Please take the warnings seriously.

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

Mayoi chewed the inside of his mouth, hands slightly trembling as he fiddled with his fingers. When you had invited him over to hang out, you neglected to tell him your significant other would be there as well. The urge to run away and hide somewhere pulsed in his brain, keeping his head down to avoid the sight of you two acting so lovey dovey.

His head was in a constant battle with himself. One side wanted to go back home, hide under his blankets or watch you two in your vents without his presence being known. His leg began bouncing up and down, hunching over on the couch. The other side wanted to get up and wring your significant other’s neck, tear the flesh out of his neck to prevent him from breathing any longer. To watch blood gush out of his neck as they struggled to breathe, the light fading from their eyes as their heart slowed to a stop.

He can’t be having these thoughts with you two in the same room. He can’t.

His brain drowned in this seemingly never ending internal battle with himself, not noticing that your significant other had left your home already. You approached Mayoi, noticing how off put he looked. Your brows furrowed, slowly approaching him as you softly called out his name.

Once he registered you trying to get his attention, he stopped. He jumped a little, turning to face you with wide teal eyes that reminded you of tropic skies and distant sands. He stuttered out your name questionably.

“Mayoi? Are you okay? You were shaking really badly…” You slowly reached out to him, giving him time to move away if he wanted to. But he didn’t. He allowed you to place your hand on his shoulder. You sat down next to him on the couch.

“(name)… I-I love you! P-Please, break up with your partner… t-they don’t deserve you! Y-You deserve someone better, l-like me!” Mayoi’s voice wavered, and he blurted what he’d been holding in without thinking. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders, firmly grasping onto them.

Your eyes widened at the sudden confession. You knew Mayoi seemed pretty out of it when he came to your house, but you weren’t expecting him to say something like this. You invited him over because you thought the way he acted was adorable, and you just wanted to hang out with your significant other and your dear friend. Of all things, why did Mayoi suggest something like this? Your partner didn’t treat you badly. In fact, you were basically still in your honeymoon phase.

“Mayoi… I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I love my partner, and… I only see you as a friend, a little brother, even.” You nervously chuckled, reaching over to rub your other arm.

You could see those clear skies shatter in front of you.

“B-But…” His bottom lip trembled. A switch flipped in his brain, and suddenly, he ran on autopilot.

“I-If you don’t become my boyfriend, I’m gonna kill myself! I-I will!” Mayoi stood up, limbs visibly shaking as he grabbed anything nearby that he could use against himself. He picked up a cable, unplugging it as he wrapped it around his neck. “I-I’ll do it!”

You immediately got up from the couch, a sudden rush of adrenaline going through you as you ran over to him to pry the cable away from him. “Mayoi, stop! We can talk this out!”

“No! I-I’ll even go home and do it myself! A-And I’ll even kill your partner! I’ll throw a bag over their h-head and beat their skull open with a hammer!” Mayoi yelled out like a madman, eyes swirling in a manic haze as he let go of the cable, now tightly grabbing onto your shoulders. 

Your breath was stuck in your throat as you stared at Mayoi with terror. You’d never seen Mayoi act out like this, going as far as to blurt out the gruesomest thing you’d ever heard. Worst part of all of it was that you didn't think he was joking. You let out a haggard breath, gently sliding your hands up Mayoi’s arms.

“I-I’ll be your boyfriend… Just please, Mayoi, calm down.”

You don’t know what you did to reach this point in your life. What did you do to garner Mayoi’s attention? What did you do to flip a trigger in him? Did you misread him? Was he not who he was? 

You grabbed onto the arm of the couch, legs trembling and threatening to give out under you as Mayoi held your body closer to him. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your back firm against his chest as his braided dark purple hair tickled your exposed back. You could hear him breathing so heavily behind you as he rutted his hips into yours, acting as if he was in heat himself. 

Mayoi’s sharp teeth dug into the flesh on your back, biting into you as if he was trying to tear a chunk of your flesh off. You let out a sound of agony through your hazy brain, throwing your head back as you’re thrown from a world of pleasure to a world of pain.

Your screams sent waves of pleasure down his body and to his cock, desperately rutting into you more quickly than before. His moans grew more and more choked, as if he was on the verge of tears. He repeated your name like a broken record, as if it was the only word he knew. Your body went slack in his hold, allowed him to bite into you in various places as he fucked you as he pleased.

After all, you belonged to him.

TAGLIST ; @exhokai @shuvies @venniin @4kumaa @ambassadoro @noahrandom @1694 @ajaints @berrycolaa @twst-rui @kytesakuma @secretivemessenger @yumixxn @maxx0inwonderland @resluv @kangdae

[seakicker]

to add some ntr to your milfs, i love the idea of beidou ravishing a milf reader whose husband has been leaving her high and dry post kids, like a monthly strap appointment every time she comes back to port. 🏈.

OH THIS IS SO GOOD. milf reader + NTR always goes together like steak and red wine. always a fan of the setup where "reader's husband sucks literal ass and refuses to be intimate with reader so a sexy third party steps in and treats reader how she deserves to be treated"

THE STRAP APPOINTMENTS... IMAGINE. it's likely the one thing reader looks forward to for weeks because she knows it's the only action she'll be getting all month— well, unless her husband wakes up one day with a random change of heart, but fat chance that'll happen. beidou thinks it's really, really cute how you always get dolled up for these little appointments between you two— you're so eager! she loves it. she tries really, really hard to appreciate all the effort that went into your preparations from those new tights you're wearing to the way you styled your hair, but she's never really been the patient or careful type so it all gets reduced to a total mess within minutes. oops, her bad— she'll buy you something new to make up for it!

[danxw123]

Summary: You discovered your step-father's infidelity and decided to take the situation to your advantage.

CW: Step-Dad!Scaramouche, incest, non-con/rape, dubcon, bunny costume, blackmail, creepy and mean/sadistic reader, yandere reader?, creampie, non-consensual video taken, virginity loss, nipple play, crying, humiliation, age gap, NTR/cheating, doujin shit lolol

@𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈 note - If the following content might make you uncomfortable, please refrain from reading! DARK CONTENT AHEAD (FICTION, NOT REAL)

"Papa!! Welcome back!"

You excitedly exclaimed as you stood up from the couch, greeting your cute dad with a sweet smile. Scaramouche simply nodded with a soft hum. You continued to beam, grabbing your dad's arm and hugging it. He was taken aback by the unexpected intimate touch, his eyes briefly flicking towards your plush breasts squishing his arm.

"Where's your mother?"

"In the kitchen!"

Scaramouche gently removed his arm from your hold, uncomfortable from the intimate contact. Just as you were about to protest, your mother enters the living room. Your dad smiles softly and greets her with a simple peck on the cheek. You couldn't help but imagine yourself in your mother's place; with blushy cheeks, you pouted.

"Papa! I want a kiss too!!"

Scaramouche chuckled awkwardly before patting your head gently. Your mother giggled at your cuteness, completely oblivious to your true intensions.

"Aren't you a little too grown for my kisses?"

For a split second, Scara took notice of your eerily stare; no spark in your eyes but with a soft smile. It was... frightening. You quickly let out a soft giggle and brought both hands to cover your mouth, cheeks slightly tinted pink.

"I guess you're right papa!"

He couldn't help but cringe, feeling a shiver down his spine. Has his daughter always been this... uncanny? Scaramouche's gaze went towards his wife who was happily having a wholesome conversation with you.

Before he could interfere, his phone rang. Scara glanced at his wife before picking the device. He turned around as he continued to talk with the caller, a soft blush adoring his cheeks.

"hm..~" You hummed softly as your eyes flickered towards your dad, noticing his flushed cheeks and gentle smile. Your mother’s words flew out of your ears as you had your attention on him. You couldn’t help but smirk, knowing full well his little secret.

—

“Papa~”

You whispered sweetly to his ear, blowing softly to wake him. He stirred in his sleep, groaning before going back to his slumber. You flashed a cunning and playful grin, slowly wrapping your arm around his waist.

His breath quickened as you gently kissed his earlobe. Your kisses soft and slow before you gave a experimental lick on his neck.

“Sweetheart! W-what are you doing?!”

Scaramouche yelled, completely startled by your touches. He quickly sat up and grabbed your arm. His eyes were darting everywhere around your face, feeling even more frightened as you resume your sweet yet sinister smile.

"Don't you like it...? I thought you enjoyed it since you kept moaning when your co-worker kissed your neck~"

He quite literally felt his heart drop. What..? How did you know? Scara scowled at you, trying to stay calm but your daunting expression made it exceedingly difficult.

"Hm? Don't believe me?"

You delightfully took your phone from the desk before showing him a video. Your dad's eyes widened as his lips parted slightly, face drained of color from the sight.

"Papa~ you're so naughty... I wonder how mom will react..."

His attention swiftly redirected towards you the moment you made your comment. Your crazed eyes stared at him in anticipation, crimson cheeks visible from the moonlight.

"No.. No! W-wait! I-... Please don't tell your mother!"

Scaramouche stammered, completely caught on his affair. He couldn't help but tear up, feeling as if he lost his entire life. Your dad looked down as he felt a wave of shame crash into him. It's over...

"I won't tell mom."

"R-really?"

You offered a subtle nod, followed by a gentle placement of your finger upon his lips. In response, he gazed at you with glossy eyes, his cheeks suffused with a rosy hue. A soft chuckle escaped you as you couldn't help but savor the adorable sight, moistening your lips with a playful gesture.

"In one condition."

Scaramouche observed with a hint of unease as you extended your hand towards the desk, retrieving a rather unexpected garment, not just any attire, but a bunny costume, to be precise. With visible enthusiasm, you eagerly unveiled the suit, your eyes radiating with excitement.

"You'd look great in this papa~"

Before he could protest, your menacing stare made him retreat his words. Scara hesitantly grabbed the costume before casting you a glance imbued with a sense of embarrassment.

"Ah! I'm sorry papa! Let me cover my eyes!"

Your attention sharpened upon hearing the soft rustle of clothing hitting the floor, a flush of excitement warming your cheeks. You discreetly nibbled on your lower lip, determined to keep your gaze shielded from the unfolding scene.

"I'm going to look now~!"

"W-wait! no-!"

You spent no second withdrawing your hands away from your face. Your breath hitched at the adorable sight; your father adorned in a snug, compact bunny outfit, complete with those endearing bunny ears. Scaramouche blushed furiously as he tried to cover himself, feeling immensely vulnerable.

You immediately pounced on him, making him land on the bed. A soft gasp escaped his mouth from the sudden impact. He looked up at you before noticing your dazed look. You smiled cunningly at him, slowly bringing your hand towards his face, caressing his pink cheek.

"Papa~ I can't hold back anymore..."

"W-what?! You're my daughter!"

You ignored his comment, nestling your visage into the curve of his neck. Your heavy breaths made their presence known against his skin as you tenderly began to place delicate kisses upon his neck. Scaramouche couldn't help but let out small moans and whimpers, feeling his excitement build up.

"Y-your mother... she's..."

"She's not home..."

You giggled softly and slid your hand towards his nipple, toying with the cute little flesh. He bit his lip before he could let out his voice from the pleasure. No... he couldn't be liking this. He wanted to push you off but it felt so good...

"Papa~ you're so adorable! Let me hear you please~"

Scaramouche, with a sorrowful shake of his head, he pleaded for you to stop. In response, you completely stopped your actions only to seize his jaw firmly in a commanding grip.

"Do you want mom to find out?"

The intensity of your piercing gaze and the frigidity of your tone took him utterly by surprise. This was not the child he had known. You had always been the embodiment of sweetness and charm, quick to extend a helping hand without a moment's hesitation. Had it all been a facade? Scaramouche swallowed hard, his head shaking with uncertainty.

"Good boy~"

You gently tapped his cheek, coaxing him to part his lips. As he complied, you sensuously intertwined your tongue with his, savoring the sweet taste of his saliva while swallowing his cute whines. Scaramouche suddenly let out a high pitched moan at the friction of your wet cunt against his clothed cock. Wait. Were you not wearing anything behind that oversized shirt?

"Papa~ You make me so wet~"

You gently eased the fabric away from his dick. Your ogling caused him to avert his eyes from you, feeling a hint of shyness, and gently shielded his private part with his hand.

"D-don't just stare..."

His endearing gesture elicited a deep blush on your cheeks, and you couldn't suppress a delighted giggle as you leaned in to softly plant a loving kiss on his forehead. Scaramouche flushed at your action, letting out a small whine.

"Please..."

"Fufu~♡ So impatient..."

You gently grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before slowly sliding it inside your needy hole. Scara let out a small whimper at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him.

"Ah~ f-fuck... so tight~"

You smoothly withdrew before swiftly resuming the motion with another deft slide, continuing the action in a fast pace. Scaramouche's pornographic moans fuelled your excitement even more as you bit your lip in response.

"Papa~ 's good so good..!"

Your hand crawled towards his before intertwining your fingers with his. The simple gesture caused him to widen his eyes. Such a small action yet it caused an immense feeling of emotions crash into him. In response, tears welled up at the corner of his eyes before steadily falling down his cheeks.

"Shhh... papa don't cry~"

You cooed sweetly, leaning down and kissing his tears away. Your cute moans and whimpers pushed Scaramouche closer to his orgasm as he held your hand tighter.

You brought yourself up before riding him in a faster pace. His eyes fluttered open, meeting your gaze through their lustrous sheen. Your beautiful curves and flushed cheeks were illuminated by the moonlight. He couldn't help but marvel at your captivating beauty...

"Papa! 'M cumming♡! 'm cumming♡~!"

You stared down at him with heart eyes, back arched. His cock kept hitting your sweet spot causing you to finally reach your climax. As the waves of ecstasy washed over you, Scaramouche, too, succumbed to his orgasm.

Heavy breaths were heard with the sound of soft squelches as you slowly rode your orgasm. Eventually, you slid off his cock, watching as his cum oozed out with yours. You sighed in contentment before catching his lips in a passionate kiss.

" I love you papa~♡"

—

"Papa~! You're back home!"

You embraced him with joy, then gazed up at him, your face adorned with a tender and radiant smile.

"I missed you so much papa and also.... mom's not home~"

Scaramouche cast an apprehensive gaze in your direction, acutely aware of the impending events that lay ahead.

[kabukibun]

aaa niwa/reader/scara ntr.. you’re niwa’s lover until he brings home a strange boy. he’s so pretty and you find yourself thinking about him while you’re with niwa. and poor kabukimono has been having not so sweet thoughts about you as well! his pants feel so tight whenever you’re nearby, your sweet scent not doing him any favors. he wants to touch you.. and so he does when the two of you go out to collect herbs. he comes up behind you, hugging your waist tightly as he buries his face into the back of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent. his twitching cock rubs against your ass and he whimpers so sweetly. neither of you two can keep your hands off each other after that.