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anantaru · 18 days ago

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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ how they kiss you — love and deepspace

including. zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb

genre. fem! reader, making out (quite sexual), body fondling, established relationship

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne

there's always a subtle silence before you happen to feel it— you know? the way zayne watches your lips like he's studying anatomy again— not clinically, silly! but reverently, like he might carve the shape of your mouth into his memory.

so precise, so devout, it borders on madness. soaked in tension and lust— quite obsessive, don't you agree? almost grotesque in how deeply he desired you.

the man leans in, close enough for his breath to ghost over your skin as he abruptly stops, catching himself in the same course of action he tends to take, every damn time.

zayne held himself back like the act of restraint was the only thing keeping him from collapsing into you completely, succumbing to those pretty, warm lips of yours as something deep inside of him broke that night.

he's going deeper before pressing into your lips at last— his psyche, his shadows, the way the hunger on his tongue felt different than anyone else's as he cups your face like he's afraid of shattering it, mouth crashing into yours.

not messy, not wild, instead, devastatingly precise— and every stroke of his warm muscle felt like it's been rehearsed in secret, fantasized about in sinful dreams as his hand slides down your throat, thumb resting on your pulse like he's checking it— not for medical reasons, but for control.

the kiss deepens and sharpens at the edges of each lap and suckle of your bottom lip between his teeth as his body presses you to the nearest surface with a force just edging on subtle bruising— and when your fingers suddenly thread into his hair to taste him more, when you pull him harder into you— he groans low, a sound rattling from somewhere hidden and forbidden, yes, like something sacred within him was being exposed.

and well, in that exposé, zayne finds a terrible, exquisite relief in each slip and slide of your tongues intertwining, bodies stroking each other as though this was the only way he's ever known how to feel alive.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier

xavier touches you first— although not to grope, yet to ground himself with his palm on your shaking hip while his other hand brushes against your soft cheek, and that look on him which was revealed next haunted you— like he's seeing a future he doesn’t believe he deserves.

slow, searching, his lips coax across your bottom lip, the tension behind each suckle on it unbearable as he continues to trace yours like he's adamant to make it everlasting. your boyfriend grunted like restraint stretched thin inside his frame, like one more kiss might tip him over the edge into something more, well, feral? ugh, but he holds himself back of course.

yet just barely.

those kisses you shared weren't just random pecks here and there, they felt like confessions, truly, like a collapse of two loving hearts forming a dance of possession— each movement sharpening to the truth of what this relationship meant to him, all of it rooted in desire and lust, shadowed with emotional gravity and physical intensity of hands squeezing your flesh.

and you felt it, all of it— the tremble in his fingers, the quiet threat of his teeth brushing just behind every soft tug at your lip, as though even the smallest motion could unravel him further.

you arch into him, obediently feeling the low, guttural sound that escaped his throat— a half moan, a sound so faint it could almost be mistaken for a prayer, whispered to no god at all, but to the madness he cannot escape.

your lips stay close at all times, breathing hard against each other with foreheads pressed together, "i don't want to hurt you," his voice, thick with restraint, was taken hostage somewhere between a confession and collapse, yet his hands disobey him at last— sliding beneath your shirt with a quiet desperation, mapping the ridges of your shape like he's meant to be.

truly, if you let him keep going with those addictive kisses, he'll worship you until he forgets where he ends and you begin.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel

hands in your hair, rafayel's lips were already open and panting, breath warm and uneven and jaw slacked, well, it's all then and there with no waiting, no warning— just the sudden, dizzying sensation of being devoured by the man you loved.

his tongue was everywhere on you— teasing you, curling and invading your mouth as he moans into your parted lips, pulling your lower lip between his teeth and laughing when you gasp out in slight shock— quite literally, the man loved to push you over the edge, he lived for the sweet, little responses you'd grace him with in return.

from being tangled in your hair to squeezed within your clothes, rafayel slides down further to cup your ass, squeezing the addicting mounds of flesh as you wince into his hold, "ugh, you taste like a bad decision," he smirks, whispering against your mouth, yet already leaning right back in.

before you could even response to him he kisses you harder, deeper, lapping and lapping and lapping his hefty tongue against your own as your hips were grinding against him just enough to make the room spin and your eyes roll back into your skull.

without a doubt, every second with him felt like falling and screaming and shattering all at once— fast at that, disoriented and inevitable when all you needed is for him to imbed you with his scent until there was nothing left of you to claim.

it's there when you realize that rafayel tasted like the sweetest sin that has ever existed, not kissing to seduce, but to ruin— and make sure you’re begging him for it.

for a slight second he pulls away just enough to look at your lips and what he's done to them— and would you look at that? your boyfriend adored the lusting sight of swollen, glistening, needy lips parted and puffed up, "baby, you're gonna be the death of me."

rafayel says it like it's a promise.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus

you can’t call this a kiss— no, not with the way sylus's mouth drags across yours like he's already lost the war against wanting you.

to call it a claim would be closer though, but even that sounds too civilized. there is nothing civil about the way his tongue parts your lips— wet, scorching, impatient, nothing gentle in the sting of his teeth catching your mouth, just enough to pull breath from your lungs and copper to your tongue.

he tastes it— even better, tastes you— and it makes something violent bloom in his chest as he growls out embarrassingly loud, not like an animal but like a man who's tasted divinity and was furious that he ever lived without it in the past.

his grip on your hips tighten as he drags you against him, feeling you up like shame didn't exist in his vocabulary, in fact, it quite literally didn't.

not a flicker of hesitation, not even the illusion of pause— only the dreadful inevitability of a hunger given form around his tongue, his lips moving with the certainty of something long premeditated, as if his body had been waiting its entire life for permission to devour you.

he doesn’t ask for allowance to be rougher, sylus knows he doesn’t need to.

his mouth licks into yours with a frenzied rhythm, like he’s trying to bury every unspeakable thought inside your throat as every shove, every bitten gasp, every ragged exhale that leaves his body was a hidden confession disguised as a dominating sin.

the man was not delicate. he was not kind. but he was true.

terrifyingly, brutally true.

furthermore, his tongue traces a wet line from your bottom lip, creeping toward your jaw, then dipping lower to your neck— infused with desperation and something dangerously raw.

his teeth find your skin at last— not out of need, no, but out of some dark impulse deep hidden beneath his heart, as if marking you up was the only act left that can prove he existed, that he's here, tethered to a body that's already unraveling.

"you have no fucking idea," he pants, his breath a jagged rhythm against your skin as if the act of inhaling and exhaling was the only thing that kept him secured— each exhalation a tremor, a faint admission of the madness threatening to spill over.

he smirks, "what you’ve done to me."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb

in the language of a yearning man, caleb doesn't speak— instead the silence clung to him like a second skin, as if words would shatter whatever fragile shell still held him upright.

as an alternative, his hands found your waist as he exhales deeply from his mouth when he feels your body— yet tentative at first, but with a pressure that deepens and sharpens, afterwards he leans in to kiss you.

not in a haste, no, not like a man chasing basic pleasure, but like a man aching with his mouth against yours— slow, burning, unbearably tender.

his lips taste of quiet torment, of years spent repressing the thing now trembling beneath his touch and the longer it goes on, the more unraveled he becomes— now here, his breath falters, his jaw tenses and when his tongue brushes up against your own needy one, it is with such aching slowness that it felt like a sin.

he grips your jaw softly, almost fearfully, as if he cannot believe you're letting him touch you as his other hand slips beneath the waistband of your pants— fingertips skimming over your bare flesh and squeezing at it like he's utterly worshipping you.

more and more, you want more but the kiss breaks open, becoming wet and open-mouthed, desperate and messy and ugh— caleb cannot stop and neither can you, even less when you whine at him all quietly and overstimulated, the kind of sound which made a man fall on his knees.

okay, he should pull away, correct? uh, before you'll both be unable to stop and take it further, you see the truth in that?

well, he doesn’t.

and neither do you.

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bbyg4rl · 3 months ago

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make it fit ♡

cw: bf!JJ x reader, smut, aftercare, fluffy, happy ending !

summary: your bf's dick doesn't fit in you, so he makes it fit. MDNI

< size kink x100, use of papa J, aftercare, established relationship, fluffy, little overstimulation, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, slight praise kink; switch!jj and breeding kink if you squint >

a/n: for my short baddies ong !!! this also sooo self indulgent bc im also a 4'11 baddie 😫‼️

He didn't fit. It was as simple as that. He was just too big for you. Admittedly, that was what drew you both to each other in the first place— You loved how he enveloped you completely, how you had to stand on your tiptoes just to barely reach his face.

He loved how your face was barely the size of his hand. He'd always felt so small in his life, it was refreshing to feel so big near you. And boy was he big.

This was the first time you both were having sex together. You had the whole house to yourself, You were propped up on his lap, his big hands wrapped around your hips as he guided you against the bulge protruding out of his pants. The Tv playing in the background conveniently forgotten as you rutted into each other.

"I want you" you whisper to him in between soft pants. His eyes flicked open, intrigued at your words.

"Are you sure baby?" He asks you with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm ready" the words gush out of your mouth when his hands tighten around your hips.

He didn't need to be told twice, like clockwork you were lifted up from your seat on his lap and carried off to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed, quickly discarding his clothes to climb on top of you. He peppered sweet kisses on your body as he slowly undressed you.

"you're so beautiful" he uttered as he faced your core, letting his fingers lightly dance over your clit.

Not an inch of your pussy is untouched by him. He's making out with your folds like its the only thing he ever wants to do. He's eating you like its his last meal on earth. He's pulling sloppy mewls out of you at every thrust of his tongue into your cunt. His hands are wrapped around your thighs, holding you down as he devours your pussy, restricting any movement you might make.

It's not long before he has you teetering over the edge of ecstacy. JJ notices as your hips buck into him harder and your wrists clench tight against the sheets.

"Give it to me baby. Give it to papa J" he hums against your heat, the vibrations from his mouth snapping the coil in your stomach instantly, making your back arch painfully.

He's reduced you into a creaming mess on his tongue. Moaning into you as you clench around his tongue desperately riding out your orgasm.

He pulls his head away from your arousal, his chin and nose covered in your cum as his fingers lap up the cream leaking out of you only to shove it back into you, He's fucking you with his fingers, watching with delight as your face scrunches up because of the overstimulation.

"Already so full baby?" he mocks you with faux sympathy in his voice as your walls spasm around his fingers in need.

"Ready for me mama?" He asks, his gaze locks in on your pussy, lust clouding his bright blue eyes.

You merely nod at his words, unable to let out anything other than moans from your mouth. He pulls his hand away from you, licking the arousal off his fingers.

"Use your words baby. Do you want this?" He asks, as he wraps his hand around his dick, beads of sticky precum leaking from his slit. He gives it a few strokes, low moans leaving both your mouths when he gives your clit a few taps with his tip.

"Please JJ. Need you" You mewl. Your words are like music to his ears, his hands reach under your knees to prop your legs upon his shoulders.

He reaches down to guide his cock to your heat, his tip nudges at your opening a few times before he starts pushing. Only- he struggles to push in.

Your face turns red as he tries to push in again, His face twisting in confusion as he drops your legs to your side to give him more space to work with.

Neither of you could lie and say it didn't turn you both on infinitely more when JJ struggled to fit inside you.

"J, it doesn't fit-" You moan as he tries to push again. A little embarrassment taking over your features as he struggles against you.

"Then I'll make it fit" His eyebrows furrow as he nudged his tip into your opening again. His hand left your thigh to place his fingers on either side of your hole, holding you open. His eyes find yours "Trust papa J princess?"

You nod and close your eyes in preparation. His eyes move back to your pussy. He starts bullying his dick into you slowly. Soft whimpers leaving his lips as your walls clamp down on him instantly.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight"

He pushes in more, wanting to feel your tight walls around all of him. Your eyes shoot open when you feel a sharp pain in your upper abdomen. He quickly connects his fingers to your clit, trying to soothe the pain.

He knew if he pulled out now, he wouldn't be able to last pushing his cock back in again without immediately climaxing. His attack on your clit works, pleasure taking over pain as he starts pushing again. He wasn't even halfway done yet but you could swear you felt him in your throat.

JJ was sure he'd see a bulge in your stomach when he was done. The thought making his dick twitch in anticipation.

Finally, he bottoms out in you. You're panting like a dog trying to adjust around his length. "So big" you whisper as you look down at him. His eyes trained on your pussy, silently admiring how beautiful you looked all stretched out for him.

He looks at you for approval before he starts slowly thrusting. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you feel inch after inch of his dick as he moved, it hurt a little but was quickly replaced by pleasure as JJ started rubbing hearts on your clit pushing you to reach your edge.

He eventually starts thrusting faster, desperation taking over his actions. His eyes were locked shut at the feel of your walls tightening around him so deliciously.

"Jay- I'm gonna-" you mutter as you near your edge, JJ's hand moves faster against your clit, encouraging you to finish around his dick.

"So perfect-" he drags his words as you clench hard around his dick, He relaxes for a second giving you both a moment to fill your lungs with air.

Before you know it, He's fucking you harder and harder. Now chasing his own climax. His thrusts leave you so overstimulated there's tears in your eyes. He bends down to kiss your lips.

"You're so perfect for me baby" he says as he buries his head in the crook of your neck "Please let me finish inside" he whimpers in your ear. His pleads send butterflies down to your clit.

"Please cum in me" You say as an attempt to push him over the edge, earning you a soft groan from him. His thrusts start to get sloppier as he shoots white ropes deep inside you with a moan so loud even your neighbours probably heard. He bites down on your neck, leaving small hickeys as he continues fucking his cum deeper into you.

He slowly pulls out. Shifting to the edge of the bed to catch a glimpse at his cum oozing out of your worn cunt. He pushes it back in with his fingers.

He presses a kiss to your clit and gets up in search of a towel to clean you up and gets you a glass of water before carrying you to the washroom to let you pee. After he's done taking care of you, he gives you his shirt to wear and snuggles you into him, holding you close as he peppers your forehead with light kisses and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. You drift off to sleep safe in his arms.

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tonycries · 1 year ago

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Wanna Do Bad Things To You

Synopsis. He fucks you like he hates you. You didn’t mean to fuck your old friend-with-benefits - truly - it just kinda happened.

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! Reader, hate sex, ex-friends-with-benefits, slight angst, he’s still in love with you, unprotected sex, jealous sex (from his side), choking, marking, pet names (my love, sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 1.5k

A/N. Ummmmmmmm yeah. Art by @_3eam on X.

He fucks you like he hates you.

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut.”

“Do it then. What? Scared he’ll do it bet-”

Cut off by a pathetic gurgle - his large hand around your throat. Ringed fingers tightening right above your pulse, the cold metal digging into your searing skin.

Your vision is bleary, blood roaring in your ears as he leans down, muscled front against your back. His breath is hot against your face as he whispers lowly, “Running your mouth a bit too much, my love. You do the same with him as well?”

Shivers run down your spine - all the way to your cunt, pulsing and clenching furiously around his throbbing tip. Teasing your dripping entrance. Unmoving.

Your walls burn, struggling at the stretch of his thick head, yet still wanting the bastard to fucking move. Such a fucking tease. He was always like this - even back when you two were together, but that’s a story for another time.

Turning to glare at him over your shoulder, “So what if I do? Who are you to tell me what to do?”

You’re either an idiot or a mastermind.

Maybe both. Because you feel his achingly hard cock twitch animalistically inside you, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across those kiss-bitten lips you knew too well. You hated how much you wanted them on yours right now.

“You’re right. I’m not anyone to you.” he murmurs venomously, swiftly capturing the tender skin of your exposed neck, sharp teeth digging into you. Branding you.

You keen, hips bucking uselessly against his bruising grip on your hips as he pulls away. God, you felt so used - and it made your walls flutter around him so desperately.

Two long fingers reach up to squeeze your cheeks together mockingly into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look at him. “But I’m gonna ruin you for everyone. Including that little prick you’ve tried to replace me with.”

Your eyes flutter open in shock - you didn’t even realize they were scrunched up - getting lost in the ones boring into yours, half-lidded and pupils blown ferally. Electricity jolts through your body at the pure lust and rage whirling in his intense gaze.

You two were going to be the deaths of each other.

You two were always going to end up like this.

You’ve barely even finished the thought before his flushed tip is kissing your cervix so painfully good.

“Hah- Oh, fuck. Fuck you.” Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sheaths himself completely in you. A low hiss leaves his swollen lips as he pulls out agonizingly slow, inch by inch, prominent veins dragging along your g-spot.

“Fuck, you sure you hate me? Because this pussy seems like she can’t get enough of me, hm?”

Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue is cut off by his rock-hard cock bullying its way back into your snug cunt. He fucks you animalistically, heavy balls stinging your pussy as his cock rams in and out of your hole over and over at a relentless pace.

Strangled mewls of ah! ah! ah! leave your swollen lips as large fingers presses tight circles into your clit at a merciless rhythm matching the cadence of his hips.

You mindlessly writhe against him, you felt so full - so split open on his cock. It was too much to handle. He was always too much to take.

“Now now, don’t hah- run away from me, my love. If you’re going to act like such a fucking slut then take it like one.” he purrs, lip curling into a smug smirk that you wanted to smack off his pretty face. You couldn’t stand him - but you couldn’t get enough of him either.

“I’m not the hah- o-one that runs away. And- hngh- I’m not your ‘love’” you grit, because God forbid you go down without a fight - even when you’re falling apart completely under him.

What else could he have even expected? You always did see through him.

God, did he love that bitchy mouth of yours.

Huffing out a surprised laugh, he wraps a strong arm around your waist pulling you deeper onto his throbbing cock - grip hard enough that he knows you’ll have marks to remember him by. Not like he planned on letting you ever forget him in the first place.

“You always did know how to push my buttons, huh, my love?”

“Could say the same for you, sweetheart.”

Fuck that stupid fucking petname. How is it that even after years of not hearing it, his heart still lurches the same as it falls out of your mouth? That annoying, nagging part of his brain wonders if you call him the same thing.

And maybe you could read minds - he wouldn’t be surprised - because you open those pretty lips to say “Though, you’re not my sweetheart anymore, huh?”

Unexplainable anger seethes under his skin in a way that makes him want to claw it off.

“Fuck you.” he hisses, turning your face so his mouth clashes with yours. It’s all bruising urgency and teeth clashing at the breathless dance of your tongues.

His cock speeds up it’s abuse on your cunt, fucking you with impatient, harsh thrusts that have his leaking tip kissing your cervix. Had it not been for his firm hand around your throat, you were sure you’d have been slammed into the headboard creaking in protest.

“You drive me fucking insane. Fuck you.”

He hates the whines of his name falling from your kiss-bitten lips, and how it’s his favorite song.

He hates the tears clinging to your lashes in a way that makes him want to burn down anything that made you cry. Including himself.

He hates the way your cunt clamps down on him as if it hurts to part - he wishes you felt the same.

He hates the way he can’t let you go.

You were perfect, so perfect. Too perfect for him. He was probably better for you - all stability and reassurance where he is nothing but a whirlwind of change.

In one, fluid move, he’s pulled out of the snug heaven of your dripping cunt - flipping you onto your back to stare into those beautiful eyes that haunt him every night.

"Let's forget everything else, if just for tonight."

And with those words, he’s back inside you again, ramming into you with purpose. Though his thrusts are as unforgiving as ever, something about the air feels charged with something different. A rawness that both of you would have shied away from.

“Th-this doesn’t hngh- fix us, y’know.”

“I know, my love.”

His low words muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bite mark with a tenderness that doesn’t translate into his hips. And you can’t overthink it - because your head is only filled with him and the way your cunt is milking his thick cock so good.

And later you’ll probably blame your foggy thoughts for the reason why your hands subconsciously wrap around his muscled shoulders, pulling him so impossibly close until you can feel his heartbeat thundering under your touch - in sync with your own. One. Two. Three.

“Ah! Shit. Doing so good, cunt made jus’ f’me. You’re made jus’ f’me.” choked moans leave his throat as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to look into your fucked out eyes.

“Perfect f’me, my love.”

Maybe at his words - or maybe at his predatory, blown-out gaze - you buck your hips to desperately meet his. Breathless moans of his name leaving your bruised lips.

With a final, purposeful thrust of his cock, he pulls you once more into a familiar, searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. You see stars as you cum, mind barely registering the thick ropes of his seed that fill your quivering cunt.

A low groan leaves him as his cum forms a thick, white ring around his base, dripping down your legs and onto the bedsheets that he knew were your favorite. It was feral - and at least for this moment, it made him feel like yours.

Some carnal part of him keeps bucking his hips into you as if on instinct, letting you ride out your highs together. Fucking his cum deeper and deeper the way he would as lovers, his strong arms wrapped around you to keep you from moving away. But he didn’t have to, because right now you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Keeping you close. As if he never wanted to let go - both of your bodies a mindless whisper of what your minds craved.

A delicate intimacy that only your bodies could bring rings in the sex-filled air. And when he finally stops, body collapsing onto yours - he whispers a secret. Meant for only the two of you in this quiet world.

“Fuck me like you still love me.”

Because by God was he in love with you.

- Gojo, TOJI, SUGURU, Atsumu, SUNA, Tsukishima, SAKUSA, EREN

A/N. Maybe I’ll do some fluff next week to make up for this…

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blueberrisdove-sideblog · 2 months ago

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˚.🌺⋆ － RIDEEE THAT C★CK LIKE ITS A PONY !

୨ৎ paring : Sunday, Mydei, Mr Reca, Anaxa, Phainon x fem!reader.

୨ৎ warnings : nsfw/smut, creampie (vaginal), pussy slapping, cow girl, t!t fucking (mydei & Sunday), daddy kink (mr reca), nipple sucking, fingering, sub-ish Anaxa, thigh gripping, biting & others!

୨ৎ note : banner art is a doujinshi and you can find it on X from : sakuranotomoru !! also this is not proof read & dunno if it’s ooc.

𖤐 SUNDAY

The flickering candlelight cast an alluring glow over the room, where the scent of incense intertwined with the heavy atmosphere of desire. You found yourself on your knees before Sunday, his presence both intoxicating and commanding. His eyes, sharp and focused, glimmered with a mix of mischief and hunger as he watched you, the anticipation thickening the air around you.

“Look at you, so eager to please,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Why don’t you show me just how devoted you are?”

You shivered at his words, feeling your heart race. Slowly, you climbed onto his lap, positioning yourself above his waiting cock. The moment you sank down, a gasp escaped your lips as you felt him stretch you wide, filling you completely. The delicious pressure made your breath hitch, your body trembling in response to the heat radiating between you.

“God, your pussy feels amazing,” he groaned, hands gripping your waist as he guided you to ride him. You began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out, combined with the way your walls clung to him, had you moaning softly.

Sunday leaned forward, his wings fluttering, his hands sliding up to your tits, squeezing them as he watched you bounce on his cock. “Your tits are perfect,” he groaned, pulling your soft flesh together around his shaft. The sight of his cock disappearing between your breasts drove him wild. He thrust forward, using your tits to pleasure himself, and you let out a breathy moan, the feeling of his cock gliding against your soft skin sending sparks of pleasure through you.

“Just like that, baby,” he encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. “I love how your body responds to me.” He thrust harder, each movement eliciting desperate sounds from you as you felt the heat build within.

As he continued to thrust, you could feel the sweat glistening on your skin, the intensity of the moment heightening with each passing second. You looked up at him, your doe eyes filled with lust, and he met your gaze with a predatory glint. “You have the cutest fucked—up face,” he chuckled, driving his cock deeper into the warm embrace of your tits.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, your pussy cream and pink with desire. “Please,” you whimpered, desperate for more.

“More, huh?” Sunday teased, pulling back and releasing your breasts with a wet sound that echoed in the room. “I think you need to earn it.”

Without hesitation, he shifted you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. He didn’t waste any time; in one swift movement, he buried his cock deep inside your pussy, filling you to the brim. The stretch was exquisite, and you gasped, the intensity of his thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“You take me so well,” he praised, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you, so full of me.” Each thrust was rough, almost punishing, but the thrill of being dominated by him only heightened your desire.

You could feel the pressure building in your core as he thrust deeper, your body responding eagerly to his every move. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, a testament to the raw energy between you.

“Do you like that?” Sunday taunted, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in closer, his movements relentless. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it! I—I love your cock,” you gasped, your words spilling from your lips as you surrendered to the pleasure. “Please don’t stop!”

He grinned, a wicked smile that sent a thrill down your spine. “I won’t, not until you’re completely wrecked.” His pace quickened, and you could feel the heat building within you, your body tightening around him as you approached the edge.

With each thrust, he pushed you closer to ecstasy, the sensations blurring into a heady mix of pleasure and pain. You felt your own climax building, desperate and wild, and you could hardly breathe as you got lost in the moment.

“Look at you,” he panted, his voice low and gravelly. “So fucked out and needy. I’m going to make you cum all over my cock.”

And just like that, with a few more powerful thrusts, you shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out his name. The sensation of your walls tightening around him pushed him over the edge, and with a final thrust, he filled you with his cum, the heat spilling deep inside you.

As you both came down from the high, Sunday looked at you, breathless and satisfied. “You were incredible,” he said, a smirk still playing on his lips as he pulled out, the slickness between your legs evidence of your wild encounter.

You lay there, completely spent, feeling the remnants of pleasure coursing through your body, knowing this was just the beginning of your divine desires with Sunday.

As the pleasure subsided and the heat of the moment began to settle, you remained sprawled on the floor, your body still tingling with the aftereffects of his powerful thrusts. Sunday, still looming over you, was far from finished. He grinned down at you, his eyes glinting with mischief, and the sight sent a thrill through your core once more.

“Not done yet, sweet girl,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He grabbed your waist and pulled you back against him, his hands finding your skirt and tugging it up, exposing your bare thighs. “You’re so beautiful like this, all flustered and fucked out.”

Your doe eyes were wide and teary, reflecting the intensity of the pleasure you’d just experienced. “Please, Sunday,” you whimpered, your voice soft and desperate. “I need more.”

“Good,” he smiled, his grip tightening around your waist as he positioned you back on your knees. “I want to see those perfect tits wrapped around my cock again.”

With that, he guided you back down, placing your breasts together as he lined himself up. The heat of his cock against your skin made your heart race. “Wrap them around me,” he instructed, and you obeyed, squeezing your soft flesh together.

Sunday thrust forward, sliding his cock between your breasts, the friction sending electric jolts of pleasure through you. You moaned, your eyes rolling back as he picked up a steady rhythm, his cock gliding between your tits with a lewd, squelching sound. “Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this.”

You could feel the slickness of his pre-cum coating your skin, mixing with the heat radiating from your body. The sensation of his cock sliding between your tits made your cheeks flush, and you could hardly keep your eyes open as he pounded into you. Each thrust made your body jolt, and you felt the pressure building again, your body aching for release.

“Look at you, all teary-eyed and desperate,” Sunday said with a smirk, his gaze locked on your face. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Y—yes,” you stammered, your breath hitching as you felt your arousal pooling between your legs again. “I love it!”

“Such a good little slut,” he praised, and the words made you clench around nothing, desperate for more. “Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

You complied, your eyes wide and glistening as you watched him use your tits. The way he dominated you, the sight of his cock slipping between your soft flesh, and the sound of skin meeting skin sent you spiraling. You could feel the heat radiating from your body, and every thrust brought you closer to the edge once again.

“Let’s make a mess, shall we?” he said with a wicked grin, and you nodded, your heart racing at the promise in his words.

With a few more powerful thrusts, he pulled back just enough to watch the sight of his cock glistening with your essence. “Now, I want you to lick it off,” he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

As he slid out, you leaned forward, your tongue darting out to catch every drop of his cum. The salty taste mixed with the sweetness of your own arousal, and you savored it, feeling utterly debased but completely satisfied.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, watching you intently as you cleaned his cock. “Now, let’s finish this.”

He positioned himself behind you once more, his hands gripping your hips as he lined up for another round. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation making your heart race. “This time, I want to feel you all around me,” he growled.

You squeezed your eyes shut, plump lips parting as another weak moan left you. Sunday’s fingers curled around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His grip was firm—possessive. “Open your eyes.”

You did. Big, glossy, tear-streaked eyes met sharp yellow eyes. His smirk widened.

With that, he plunged back inside your aching pussy, the sensation causing your breath to hitch once again. The raw intensity of his thrusts had you gasping, your body responding eagerly to the dominance he exerted over you.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, thrusting deep and hard, every stroke hitting your sweet spot. You were lost in the haze of pleasure, your body trembling as you neared the edge once again.

“Look at those pretty eyes tearing up,” he taunted, his voice filled with lust. “You love this, don’t you? Being completely at my mercy?”

“Y—Yes! Please, don’t stop!” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper as your walls tightened around him, urging him deeper.

“Then cum for me,” he commanded, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the air, and you could feel the pleasure building higher and higher until you felt completely overwhelmed.

With a final, deep thrust, he filled you once more, and you let go, your body shaking as you came around him. The world around you faded, leaving only the sensation of your release and the heat of his body against yours.

You collapsed against the floor, utterly spent, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you as he finally pulled out. There was no aftercare, no gentle words or soothing touches—just the rawness of your encounter hanging in the air.

Sunday looked down at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “You’re incredible,” he said, the lust still evident in his gaze. “Let’s do that again sometime.”

𖤐 MYDEI

Mydei’s golden gauntlets are already discarded, rough hands gripping your thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he spreads you open before him. His eyes burn, sharp and hungry, tracing over your flushed skin, the way your tits rise and fall with each breath.

“You know what to do,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding, his cock already hard, thick, and leaking against his stomach.

You sink to your knees between his legs, pressing your plush tits together, letting his cock rest heavy between them. His sharp breath makes you smirk, but before you can tease him, he takes control—strong hands pressing your breasts tighter around him as he begins to thrust.

The slick heat of his cock glides between your tits, each slow roll of his hips making the veins along his shaft stand out. Precum smears against your skin, and you flick your tongue out, catching the salty taste when he thrusts high enough. His grip tightens.

“Fuck—” he growls, head tilting back for just a second before his eyes snap down to yours again, molten and unforgiving. “You always look so damn pretty like this.”

You let out a little moan, eyes peering up at him through heavy lashes. He looks like a beast barely restrained, his sharp teeth gritted, his yellow mixed with red hair disheveled. But it’s the way he’s staring at you—like he’s ready to ruin you—that makes your creamy pussy ache, clit pulsing with need.

One of his hands slides down, grips your thigh, his fingers pressing into the softness as he yanks you upward. A gasp leaves you as he pulls you into his lap, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Then—his teeth sink in, sharp and claiming.

“Mydei—”

He soothes the bite with his tongue before moving up, kissing over your hips, your stomach, your tits. Then his mouth finds your nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak until you’re whining, squirming in his grasp. His other hand slides down between your legs, fingers parting your slick folds, pressing against your clit.

“Dripping already,” he murmurs against your skin, teasing. “Needy little thing.”

You don’t get a chance to argue before he’s gripping your hips and guiding you down onto his cock. The stretch steals your breath, the thickness of him pushing deep into your pussy, filling you up inch by inch. Your thighs tremble as he bottoms out, your creamy slick coating his length as he pulls you down hard against him.

“Look at you,” he growls, watching the way your tits bounce as you move. “Taking my cock so fucking well.”

You try to control the pace, rolling your hips in slow circles, but he’s not patient. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you still as he thrusts up, filling you to the hilt, making your head tip back with a breathless moan.

“So deep—” you whimper, fingers clawing at his shoulders.

He grins, sharp and wolfish. “Then take it.”

His pace turns brutal, cock driving into your pussy over and over, each thrust hitting deep, sending pleasure pulsing through your core. His hands roam, gripping, kneading, pulling—possessive in every touch. He reaches between you, rubbing messy, desperate circles over your clit, forcing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Mydei—”

He cuts you off with a harsh kiss, swallowing your moans as he fucks you harder, deeper, until you’re trembling, walls clenching tight around him.

“That’s it,” he groans, feeling you flutter around his cock, chasing your release. “Cum for me—soak my cock, you filthy thing.”

And you do—legs shaking, body arching, pleasure crashing through you in thick, dizzying waves. Mydei isn’t far behind, his grip tightening as he buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a rough growl, his breath hot against your skin.

The air is thick with heat, your bodies still tangled together, his cock still buried deep inside your soaked, creamy pussy. His hands, still gripping your thighs, loosen slightly, smoothing over the marks he’s left behind.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, voice softer now, though the hunger never truly fades from his eyes. “You were made to take me.”

And you know, from the way his fingers trail lower again, that he’s not nearly finished with you yet.

Your breath comes in shallow pants, body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Mydei’s hands are warm on your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he steadies you on his lap. His cock twitches inside your creamy pussy, still thick, still hard, the heat of him a constant reminder that he’s far from done with you.

He lifts the hem of your skirt, fingers sliding over the fabric with a dark chuckle. “So short,” he murmurs, dragging the material up higher until it’s fully bunched around your waist. “You really came to me dressed like this? With your tits spilling out, your little skirt barely covering your ass?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it—something possessive, something dangerous.

You whimper as he tugs you forward, pressing your chest to his face, his mouth latching onto your nipple again. His tongue flicks, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin before he sucks hard, leaving another mark. His hands slide down, gripping the backs of your thighs, pressing you flush against him.

“N—No not like that,” Your voice is barely more than a gasp as he shifts beneath you, hips rolling up, his cock stretching you all over again.

He pulls back, breath hot against your skin. “What?” he taunts, voice rough. “Too much?”

You shake your head, doe eyes wide, already lost in the feel of him. His grip tightens, fingers bruising as he drags you down again, forcing you to take him even deeper. The stretch is overwhelming, his cock grinding against your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

“Good,” he breathes, hands sliding up your waist before gripping the sides of your skirt, using it to yank you down harder. “Because I’m not fucking done with you.”

His movements are rough, unforgiving. Your tits bounce with each thrust, his gaze locked onto them, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His fingers trail down between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles, making you jerk against him.

“Still so fucking wet,” he groans. “You love this, don’t you? Letting me fuck you stupid in this little skirt?”

You can only nod, your head tilting back, moans spilling from your lips as pleasure coils deep in your belly. He keeps up his relentless pace, driving his cock into your soaked pussy, his fingers working your clit until you’re shaking, thighs trembling against his sides.

“Cum for me again,” he demands, voice rough, his free hand gripping your thigh hard enough to leave marks. “Make a fuckin’ mess.”

The pleasure snaps, your walls clenching around his cock as another orgasm crashes over you, white-hot and all-consuming. Your nails dig into his shoulders, body jerking as the pleasure pulses through you.

Mydei groans, thrusting up once, twice more before burying himself deep, spilling inside you with a sharp growl. His grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you in place as he fills you to the brim, heat pooling deep inside you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is your ragged breathing, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air. His hands smooth over your thighs now, more reverent than before, thumbs tracing over the marks he’s left behind.

His lips find your jaw, pressing a lazy, lingering kiss there. “Next time,” he murmurs, voice still thick with hunger, “I’m ripping this skirt off.”

𖤐 MR RECA

You straddled Reca’s lap, your thighs burning from how long you'd been riding him, but the pleasure made it impossible to stop. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you bounced on his cock, feeling every inch stretch you open again and again.

“That's it, sweetheart,” Reca groaned, his voice thick with arousal. “Taking me so well—like you were made for this.”

The praise sent heat rushing through your body, making your walls squeeze around him. He hissed, his grip tightening, nails digging into your soft flesh as he forced you down harder. The way he filled you was intoxicating, the deep, slow drag of his cock hitting all the right spots inside you. Every thrust sent pleasure sparking up your spine, leaving you dizzy and desperate for more.

You braced yourself against his chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his uniform. “Daddy—feels so good,” you whimpered, grinding down against him, chasing that coil of heat tightening in your stomach.

Reca let out a low, satisfied chuckle, his golden eyes locked onto your flushed face. “Yeah? You love being stuffed full of Daddy’s cock?” His voice was rough, dripping with possession. One of his hands slid up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your hardened nipple, making you whine. “Look at you—so greedy for me.”

You nodded frantically, lost in the pleasure, your hips moving faster. The lewd sounds of your bodies meeting filled the air, slick and messy. Every bounce had his cock rubbing against that sweet, sensitive spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“Fuck—gonna cum,” you gasped, your nails dragging down his chest.

Reca groaned, his hands flying to your waist, holding you in place as he thrust up into you, hard and deep. The sudden force sent you over the edge, pleasure exploding through you as your walls clenched down around him. Your cries filled the room, your body trembling as you came undone in his arms.

“Good girl,” Reca growled, his movements growing erratic. He buried himself deep inside you with a final thrust, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, filling you with his warmth. He held you there, pressed flush against him, as his cum dripped from where you were still stretched around him.

You shuddered, feeling completely wrecked, your body weak and pliant in his grasp. Reca exhaled, his lips ghosting over your temple before pulling you close, his hands stroking over your sweat—slicked skin.

“You’re staying like this for a while,” he murmured, his voice still thick with lust. “Can’t waste a drop, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. Not when being full of him felt this good.

Your body trembled as you remained seated on Reca’s lap, his cock still buried deep inside you, keeping his cum right where he wanted it. Your breath was uneven, your skin slick with sweat, but the need pooling low in your stomach refused to fade.

You shifted slightly, feeling the stretch of him still inside you, the warmth of his release leaking out around his cock. A soft whimper slipped from your lips, and Reca’s hands, still resting on your waist, tensed. His golden eyes flicked up to yours, amusement curling at the edges of his gaze.

“Already getting needy again?” he murmured, his voice rough but undeniably smug. His fingers traced slow, teasing circles along your hips before gripping them tighter. “Didn’t get fucked hard enough, sweetheart?”

You bit your lip, a shiver running through you at his tone. “I just—” Your voice came out breathy, wrecked. You squirmed against him, chasing any friction you could get, feeling your overstimulated body spark back to life. “Daddy, I still want more…”

Reca exhaled sharply, his grip tightening, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you down, forcing you to take his cock deeper. The sensation made you whine, your body jolting at the sudden pressure inside you.

“You’re insatiable,” he muttered, his lips ghosting over your ear before he nipped at the skin. “So desperate for me to fill you up again?” His hands trailed down to your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he forced you to grind against him.

The slow, torturous roll of your hips had you gasping, your body clenching around him, desperate for more. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice small, needy. “Want you to fuck me again, Daddy. Please.”

Reca groaned, his self-control snapping as he suddenly flipped you onto your back, keeping your legs spread wide around his waist. He loomed over you, red eyes dark with desire, his cock still deep inside you.

“You’re gonna take everything I give you,” he growled, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, the force making you arch off the bed. “Since my needy little thing can’t go a second without being stuffed full.”

A sharp cry left your lips as he set a brutal pace, each thrust hitting so deep it left you gasping for air. The slick sounds of your bodies meeting, the mess between your legs, and the low, possessive groans spilling from Reca’s lips filled the room.

Your nails clawed at his shoulders, tears pricking at your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “F-Fuck—Daddy—”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he cooed mockingly, his pace never slowing. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Begging me like a desperate little thing—now take it.”

Your body was on fire, every nerve lit up, the coil in your stomach twisting tighter with every thrust. You felt yourself teetering on the edge, your walls squeezing around him desperately.

Reca groaned, his thrusts growing rougher, more erratic. “Gonna cum for me again?” His voice was all dark amusement, knowing you were already falling apart beneath him.

You could only sob in response, nodding frantically as the pleasure became too much to bear. Your orgasm slammed into you, your entire body tensing as your walls clenched around his cock, milking him for everything he had.

“Fuck—” Reca cursed, burying himself deep one last time as he came, his warmth spilling inside you again. His grip on you was bruising, his cock pulsing as he filled you to the brim.

For a moment, all you could do was lay there, panting, your body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Your skin was hot, slick with sweat, and your thighs ached from how hard he’d fucked you—but the dull, lingering throb of need refused to fade.

You could still feel him inside you, still thick, still warm, keeping his cum right where he wanted it. The way he filled you, the way his cock twitched ever so slightly, sent another wave of heat pooling low in your belly. Your breath hitched, your fingers twitching against his shoulders as the ache inside you pulsed back to life.

Reca noticed. He always noticed.

Red eyes flicked down to you, sharp, knowing. His lips curled in amusement, his hands still possessively gripping your waist. “You’re not satisfied yet, are you?” His voice was low, smug, but laced with something darker—something hungry.

You squirmed beneath him, feeling the mess between your thighs, feeling how his cock, still buried deep, made you feel so full. You whined softly, a little embarrassed by how much you still wanted him, but you couldn't stop the way your hips rolled against him, your body chasing friction.

Reca groaned, his grip tightening, his patience slipping. “Greedy little thing,” he muttered, leaning in, his breath warm against your lips. “You were just wrecked on my cock, and you’re still squirming like a needy little slut?”

A shiver ran through you at his words, and you whimpered, your nails dragging over his arms. “I c-can’t help it,” you whispered, your voice wrecked, desperate. “I need more, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened, and before you could blink, he had you pinned completely beneath him, his chest pressing against yours, his cock sliding just a little deeper. The stretch, the fullness, made you gasp, your body arching up into him.

“You’re insatiable,” he growled, his hand sliding down to your swollen clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made your thighs tremble. “So fucking desperate to be used again, aren’t you?”

You moaned, nodding frantically, every nerve alight with overstimulation and raw need. “Please, Daddy,” you begged, your voice breathy, pleading. “I can take it. Want you to use me—want you to fill me again.”

Reca let out a low, dangerous chuckle, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your breath hitch. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, rolling his hips, grinding his cock deeper, making you whine. “I’m not stopping until you break.”

And then he started fucking you again.

Brutal. Relentless. Giving you exactly what you begged for.

𖤐 ANAXA

The air was thick with anticipation as you found yourself straddling Anaxa, your heart racing with excitement. His hands gripped your waist firmly, fingers digging into your soft skin as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. The heat radiating from him sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel every inch of him as you sank down, gasping at the fullness.

“You feel amazing,” he breathed, his voice a mix of awe and desire, as you began to move, rolling your hips in a slow rhythm. The way his eyes darkened with pleasure urged you to pick up the pace. You loved seeing that vulnerable side of him, the way he bit his lip, fighting to maintain his composure.

With each thrust, you felt the delicious pressure building within you, your clit brushing against him just right, heightening the pleasure. You leaned forward, pressing your tits against his chest, the sensation sending sparks through your body. Anaxa’s hands roamed over your curves, squeezing your breasts, each tug eliciting soft moans from your lips.

“Ride me harder,” he commanded, the edge of dominance creeping into his tone, igniting a fire deep within you. You complied, your body instinctively responding to his words as you quickened your pace, each movement drawing you closer to ecstasy.

Anaxa’s breath hitched, and his grip tightened as he matched your rhythm, thrusting upward to meet you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your shared moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed around you.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with both need and a hint of submission. You reveled in the sight of him lost in the moment, completely at your mercy. The power shifted between you, and you loved every second of it.

As the tension reached its peak, you could feel your orgasm approaching, an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing over you. “I’m close,” you gasped, your movements becoming frantic as you chased your release. Anaxa’s response was immediate, urging you on with breathy encouragement, his desire fueling your own.

With one final thrust, the world around you blurred, and you fell over the edge, pleasure washing through you like a tidal wave. Anaxa followed closely behind, his own moan reverberating in your ears as he filled you, the heat of him spilling over into you.

You collapsed against him, panting heavily, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you. The heat of Anaxa’s body enveloped you, but you weren’t done yet. You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, your eyes filled with mischief.

“Did you really think I was done?” you teased, your voice sultry and playful. You began to lift yourself again, your walls clenching around him as you prepared to ride him harder.

Anaxa chuckled, a mixture of surprise and arousal flashing across his face. “You’re insatiable,” he replied, his hands moving to your hips, guiding you.

“Maybe I just like seeing you like this,” you shot back, smirking as you slammed back down onto him, relishing the deep growl that escaped his lips. The way he filled you sent your senses reeling, igniting an even greater hunger within you.

“God, you feel incredible,” he gasped, his eyes darkening with desire. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” you replied breathlessly, “I want you to lose control.” You began to move faster, riding him with abandon, your body responding to every thrust, every shift of his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, and you could feel your clit throbbing as you chased another high.

Anaxa’s hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in as he pushed you down harder, thrusting up into you with fervor. “You’re such a good little rider,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Take it all. Show me how much you want it.”

“I want it all, Anaxa,” you breathed, throwing your head back, lost in the rhythm. “I want you to feel me. I want you to remember this.”

With every movement, you could feel the tension building again, your body coiling tighter as you pushed closer to the edge. You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear. “I want to feel you cum inside me. Don’t hold back,” you whispered, your words igniting a primal fire in him.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his grip tightening as he thrust up hard, desperation in his movements. You rode him with everything you had, the sound of your moans mixing with his, the room filled with the rawness of your desire.

“I can feel you getting close,” you teased, your breath quickening. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want to feel every drop.”

“Then let’s finish together,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. You nodded, your body moving faster, urgency taking over as you both raced toward that precipice.

“Come for me, Anaxa,” you urged, your voice breathy. “I want to feel you.”

With one final thrust, he shattered, his body tensing as he spilled into you, the warmth washing over you as you cried out, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves. You both rode out the high together, lost in the bliss of the moment, every sound and sensation intensified.

𖤐 PHAINON

The dim light of the room wrapped around you like a silken sheet, casting soft shadows that danced on the walls. You could feel the electric tension in the air, a palpable heat that made your skin tingle. Phainon sat back against the edge of the bed, his intense gaze locked onto you, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him, with his strong build and confident demeanor, sent a rush of desire through you, igniting a fire deep within.

With a sultry smile, you slowly approached him, your heels clicking softly against the floor. Each step accentuated your curves, drawing his eyes to your legs, which were showcased perfectly by the strappy heels. As you positioned yourself above him, the hard length of his cock pressed against your thighs, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need. You could feel the ache pooling in your core, a desperate yearning for more. Phainon’s hands found your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to remind you of his strength, a promise of the pleasure to come.

“Look at you, all needy,” he teased, his voice low and dripping with desire. The way he said it sent shivers down your spine, making you crave him even more.

Ignoring his taunt, you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, a gasp escaping your lips as he filled you completely. The sensation was overwhelming; your clit brushed against his base, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You felt so full, so alive, the connection between you two electrifying.

You began to ride him, starting slow to savor every moment as you adjusted to his size. Your hips moved with a deliberate rhythm, relishing the way he filled you, the sensation of his cock stretching you perfectly. Each movement ignited your senses, pushing you closer to the edge.

The sound of your bodies meeting filled the air, the soft thud of skin against skin mingling with your breathy moans. You could feel your tits bouncing with each thrust, the sight making Phainon’s eyes darken with lust. The sight of him watching you, completely entranced, only fueled your desire, making you more needy.

“P—Phainon,” you moaned, your voice breathless as you ground down harder, feeling the weight of your heels adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations. The pressure was building in your core, your body demanding more of him, more of this exquisite pleasure. You craved him, the way he filled you, the way his hands guided you deeper into ecstasy.

“Such a good girl for me,” he growled, his grip on your waist tightening, guiding your movements as he pushed you to ride him even harder. You could feel the heat pooling at the base of your spine, ready to explode as you lost yourself in the rhythm of your bodies. Your clit throbbing, while your pussy clenched around his cock. With every thrust, the tension inside you wound tighter, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

“Just like that,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t hold back. Let go for me.”

You felt your heart racing, every nerve ending alive as you surrendered to the wave of pleasure crashing over you. The heat built to a fever pitch, your body screaming for release. You clung to him, the heels digging into his thighs as you rode him with wild abandon, desperate to reach that sweet release. You bit down your plump bottom lip, tears began to swell in your eyes while you looked at his eyes.

The sound of your moans filled the room, mixing with the slick sounds of your bodies moving together. You were lost in the moment, consumed by the ecstasy of being filled by him, of feeling every inch of him deep inside. You could feel the familiar tightening in your core, the way your body responded to his every thrust.

As you reached the edge, your moans grew louder, spilling out as you felt the rush of pleasure wash over you. “Phainon! I’m—” Your words were cut off by a cry of bliss as the wave crashed over you, sending you spiraling into euphoria. You cum milking his cock, as he moaned and whimpered, filling you up to bliss.

“Fuck, baby, we’re not done yet,” Phainon smirked, his hands gripping your ass as he gave it a rough squeeze. You whimpered, body trembling from the way his cock still throbbed inside your soaked pussy, thick cum dripping down your inner thighs.

Your legs burned from how long you’d been riding him, heels still strapped to your feet, the sheer stockings clinging to your sweat-slicked skin. Every movement had your sensitive clit brushing against his pelvis, sending sharp sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Phainon chuckled, watching the way your tits bounced with each shuddering breath. “Look at you, baby. So fucked-out, but I know you can take more,” he murmured, fingers dragging up your waist before he cupped your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“You’re gonna ride me until I’m satisfied,”he growled, hips thrusting up sharply, making you cry out as his cock pressed deep inside your overstimulated pussy. “So be a good girl and keep going.”

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wonryllis · 4 months ago

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HER VANILLA GREED (M) park sunghoon.

❛ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.

featuring. enemy!park sunghoon who gets a taste of you and now he can't get enough, consumed with greed that can never be satiated─ albeit barely just quenched for a while. directory?

warnings. smut!! kinda dom!sunghoon feeling crazy. enemies pouncing on e/o, prn with bits of plot, rough sex, unprotected (wrap your willy pls), swearing, mentions of multiple acts.

part of, hold your breath event. prompts include “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” & fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back. ( wordcount, 944. )

JZLYN notes ╱ hope y'all enjoy it! & if you do please leave comments & feedbacks it keeps me going! & lastly please reblog!!

you loved vanilla and sunghoon loved your vanilla.

it's uncharacteristic of him to feel this way for his enemy, definitely; but after that one time he ate you out for a heated game of dare or drink, he has just gotten addicted. so so addicted that every time he catches a glimpse of you around the house he cannot help imagining the taste of you on his tongue, the waft of your scent dancing edges on him.

it was an accident─ a one time mistake if he may say. and how it turned into a regular thing? he has no recollection of it. the only thing he remembers are the spontaneous blowjobs in the kitchen to imprudently eating you out on the couch at any given chance you both got. which is whenever considering you live together.

oral had been the go to, for the past two months. no matter how turned on you both got, you just never threaded that line of linking more closely. making out and grinding against each other, sliding his cock against your panty clad pussy, jerking him off while he fingerfucked you; moaning into each other's mouth as you finished. but never hitting it in.

but tonight something changed─ something triggered.

a night together at one of the newly opened bars downtown. shots of alcohol in your systems and raging jealousy at others pawing for your attention away from each other. it was mutual, the way you both grew desperate and covetous. like you owned the other, your prized─ no, unwarranted possession.

“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” sunghoon rasps as he slides in, inch by inch, breath by breath. calloused hands gripping the tender skin of your waist, holding you up and pulling you closer by your hips. your legs wrapped around him like a cage of lust.

the veins in his cock throb with your warm cunt engulfing him. tight, slick─ and fuck it's full of your vanilla smearing all over his throbbing and twitching length.

mind a big mush, sweating dripping along sunghhon’s silver chain dangling between your thighs as he bottoms out. hissing out a line of curses at the feeling, his grip on you tightening.

“god your pussy’s insane─ can't believe ‘was gonna miss out on this,” sunghoon mutters out in a hushed whisper, words tumbling out in a single breath as he tries to compose himself. but it's so hard. his cock is so hard and keeping himself from completely ravaging you for his pleasure is making it even harder.

the sight of you is criminally arousing. your hands clutching at sheets above your head, dress tugged down and barely hanging low above your hips. skin flushed with sweat and your breaths coming out in soft anticipating gasps while you wait for him to start moving. it's atrocious how he does not feel disgusted at the even the glimpse of his enemy laying bare and inviting and with his cock inside her.

“park, move─” you let out a demanding whine. wiggling your hips against his balls in a futile attempt with his hands holding you still.

“you don't gotta tell me,” it does not take him a second to start thrusting. pulling all the way out till the tip and pushing back in a rough, brutal and almost hurtfully bruising smack. it's always been annoying to hear you call him ‘park’ instead of his name, triggering irritation above all. but something about the way it slips and rolls off your pretty little pink tongue right now just turns him on so bad, it's sickeningly annoying. it's sickeningly lewd.

sunghoon's pace gradually increases along with his sheer desperation to somehow want you more and more even when he's balls deep in you and painfully holding in the bursts of cum threatening to gush out amid each thrust.

his hands move to cup your cheeks, squeezing your lips into a pucker before he leans down to devour them in a messy and sloppy kiss. one that you can barely keep up with. mouth falling open in wild moans and your back arching so prettily into him, he can feel the hair on your skin standing, the slight trembles passing over you and heat emanating off in quick shivers.

it drives him crazy. your drooling reflection in his eyes as he pulls away to get off at the view of you struggling to remain lucid. his thumb skimming onto your wet glossed lips and smearing it over to your cheek.

you stick your tongue out at his touch, eyes closed in a sensual lick against his fingers and sunghoon loses it. grabbing your hair to tug your head back as he starts pounding into you, crazed and frantic.

“fuck─ why do you have to be so goddamn hot, fuck fuck fuck─ this is─ fuck─ ridiculous.” he grunts out in shuddering and shaky breaths. his head thrown back and mouth fallen open alike. he still cannot believe he's fucking you, and absolutely not how fucking sinfully good it feels. his enemy and roommate, two no-zones: crossed at once. and if that was not enough already, he did not have the patience to slip on a condom. and fuck does it feel like you'll milk him out dry.

“shit i can't stand looking at you─ you're gonna make me cum so fast,” each drag, each glide so torturously pleasurable.

“then cum. fill me up,” you mumble out, managing to graze your fingers along his chest and down to his lower abs. sunghoon groans at those words, his stomach churning and clenching up at the sensations.

he's gonna turn your vanilla into vanilla whipped cream he swears.

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diorchids · 1 year ago

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size kink, luke castellan.

cw: size kink, piv, slight breeding kink, swearing, & more

luke castellan who has the worst size kink.

he would wrap his toned arm around your body while you talked to other campers, softly rutting his cock against you.

he would softly guide your legs apart, practically salivating as your glistening cunt was revealed to him.

the way your glossy eyes would bounce back and forth from his fat cock inside of you to his face full of desperation made him want to fuck his babies into you. your eyes rolled out copious amounts of tears to cope with the pain of his thick cock practically ripping through your tightness.

his large hands knead your breasts, sucking and licking your nipple. he loved how big his hands were on your bouncing breasts, whispering every night how much he loved cumming all over them.

you writhed and mewled under the assault of your wet, sweet, tight cunt. "stretchin' me out real good, lukey?" you tried to talk to him, but you stuttered and blabbered as he dumbed you down with his aggressive thrusts in and out of your little cunt.

he would plant his large hands on your stomach, seeing his fat cock bulge up into your tummy. "look a'that, got my cock all in you,” he groaned, “takin’ me so good, lettin’ me fuck my cock in your—pussy..” as he played with your puffy clit.

he tapped your chin, wordlessly telling you to kiss him. a clammy hand softly gripped your neck, practically wrapping around it completely before you pathetically lifted your head to bring your slick lips to his mouth. he was impatient, pursing his lips before kissing you harshly.

your salty tears roll down onto your collarbones, running down your chest as he thrust roughly, pressing his hand on your lower stomach. you could never get used to his cock, always mewling and crying when he forced it into your hole.

you looked so small underneath him, hands shaking and trembling when you tried to hold his face. “so small, baby,” he practically moaned. he loves your size and how small you are compared to him, yet how much of his cock you could take.

he pushed himself into you occasionally, not wanting to hurt you. you were practically being ripped open each time he thrusts into you.

“‘s like that, take all of it. so good, fuckin’ you so good, hm?” you nodded dumbly. drool pooling in the corners of your mouth, trying to speak but only letting out incoherent noises and cries.

“lu—mmh, g’cum…” you said, practically seizing under his flesh.

his hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he loved how sensitive you were to his touch, always twitching and writhing to accommodate the overwhelming feeling of warmth all over you.

feeling you tighten around him only served to make him go even harder. his pace quickened, his hips slamming into yours in a primal rhythm. the head of his cock, thick and unyielding, repeatedly poked up in your tummy.

“pretty baby—can’t take it no more?” he taunted you, sloppily kissing your face when you arched your back off the bed.

the sound of your flesh slapping together filled the room as luke continued to take you with rough, hungry strokes. his cock was a blur of thick, veiny flesh as it plunged in and out of your tight pussy, stretching you to the limits. it hurt so badly, but you just had to cum.

a thick white ring formed on the base of his cock, serving as proof of your arousal. he cooed in your ear, “doin’ so good, cum f’me.”

and that you did.

he held your waist in his hands, holding you in place while you thrashed and cried, your tummy releasing the burning knot in it.

he didn’t stop thrusting, he still wasn’t done. feeling you reach climax only fueled his lust. he groaned low in his throat, his hips pistoning faster and harder still.

the thick head of his cock almost pressed deep against your cervix, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your small body. “couldn’t take it, no? pretty pussy feelin’ so good.”

his hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you down against his relentless assault. he loved you more than anything, but you both loved how he treated you; fucking you dumb, forcing his fat cock into you.

“mmmh, s’ good,” you cried out, the corners of your mouth twitching with satisfaction while your juices coated his cock in your stickiness. he loved seeing your cunt react to him, serving as a lubricant for him to slide in easier.

he bit his lip and tightened his hold on your hips, thrusting hard and deep into you once more. "'s it, baby," he groaned as his cock jerked violently, sending streams of hot cum flooding into your tight, hungry cunt. “takin’—me so good.”

you eventually got up and felt his warm cum dripping down your inner thighs while he slipped his big shirt on you.

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osachiyo · 7 months ago

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" LEMME HIT YOU WITH THAT DUMB DICK ! "

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, jouno (+ tecchou), oda, sigma x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — [n]sfw content, somnophilia, these are random scenarios ok don't come at me, degradation, humiliation, doggystyle, rough, getting caught, pussy slapping, s.ex at work, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected s.ex (be careful babes), praise, creampie + etc • this was originally supposed to be their fav places to fuck but i had to scrap that bc i lost motivation :') anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread soz babes

ps. reblog to show your favorite writers support, they're greatly appreciated ! <3

⁰¹ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — fucking you in a storage room of the agency

This man is a sex fiend, so of course he would love to fuck you literally anywhere anytime. Though he can't lie, being balls deep in your juicy little cunt at work — risking both of your dignities and possibly your jobs has him harder than a fucking rock.

"Osamu— what if we g-get caugh— mmh-!" you let out a muffled moan as dazai delivered a particularly harsh thrust into your cunt, effectively shutting you up. "Relaaaax, sweet thing — almost no one c-comes here — fuck, you're so damn tight," Dazai panted into your ear, hot breath making a chill run down your spine — back arching even further against his chest.

"God, you're so good f'me — so warm 'n right, fuck!" each word was rushed, dripping with lust — the desperation in his voice made you wanna look at his pretty face, pussy clenching just from imagining how good he'd look with his hair disheveled — his usual doe eyes narrowed and a deep blush covering his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead and making his hair stick to his forehead —

Your train of thought got cut off abruptly when Dazai slapped his hand over your mouth, before his hushed voice reached your ears, "shh, stay still f'me, sweetheart."

You were about to question it when you heard the president's voice from just behind the door. The door of the room you were currently getting your back blown out in.

"Yes, I keep hearing strange noises from this one room in particular," you heard fukuzawa's muffled voice — the thought of your boss catching you in the act made your pussy flutter around Dazai’s length, making the brunette grunt in response.

"Are you trying to get us caught, darl'?" Dazai hissed into your ear — oops, you unintentionally clenched down again upon hearing the keys jingle from the other side of the door. Luckily Dazai was ready for it this time, and managed to bite down on your shoulder before he could get a sound out.

"W-what do we do, 'samu? He’s gonna come in!" you whisper-yelled, panic settling in your bones when you saw the doorknob rattle — but before he could unlock the door fully, you heard the high pitched voice of another worker, "president! an important client has come to personally see you."

"Hm, alright. looks like i'll have to tell someone else to take a look in this room later. Let’s go,"

You let out a breath of relief once the footsteps faded away, leaving you both in complete silence until dazai decided to speak up —

"You clenched reaaal hard when he was about to open the door — don't tell me you actually wanted us to get caught, did you, naughty girl?"

⁰² 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 — having you suck him off in his office

Chuuya's job as an executive of the mafia is stressful, to say the least. Not to mention some of the idiotic workers not doing their job right never fails to make his blood pressure go especially high — his anger issues doesn't help his case at all. But what does help is his sweet sweet girlfriend giving him some... 'under the table service' at work.

Chuuya's fist slammed against the hardwood desk, a loud 'thwack!' echoing in the room,

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" he sneered at the poor man in front of him — who couldn't help but flinch at seeing his boss so angry at him failing to complete a simple report.

Truth be told, Chuuya wasn’t really that mad at the worker, for the report at least — he was just.. super on edge from you deep-throating his cock under the goddamn table. He struggled to think properly, and the poor worker interrupting his private moment with you really ticked him off. Can you really blame him though?

How could he think straight with your skilled tongue swirling around his glossy tip so sinfully — fucking tease. Oh and the way you peered up at him through lowered lashes, your eyes glazed with a dreamy haze.

It all made his head spin like crazy.

“-ir, I can re-do it if you would like me to..” Chuuya’s train of thought unfortunate got cut off short, blue eyes snapping back to the man before him — right, the report.

“A-ahem — alright. Have it finished by 6 pm.”

Chuuya hated the way his voice cracked, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands as he tried not to moan out loud when you fully took him nose deep in that right, sweet little throat— shamelessly rutting your hips into his crazy expensive slacks, rubbing your juices all over the smooth, polished material.

You felt Chuuya’s fingers entangle themselves in your hair immediately after hearing the ‘click’ of the door shutting — the guy must’ve finally left.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you were pulled up from the cold, hard floor — and being shoved onto the desk instead.

You felt your pussy throb in your lacy panties as Chuuya spread your legs open — two fingers pressing and prodding at your cunt before sliding the flimsy material to the side,

“Now, let’s get into the real fun, shall we darl’?”

⁰³ 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎 — teaching tecchou how to eat you out properly

Jouno was a good friend. Even though he might've had a tendency to be a little harsh and.. sadistic at times, he wasn't a bad person. I mean, he had to be atleast a decent person for teaching his inexperienced co-worker how to eat pussy — specifically, his own girlfriend's.

"No, not like that you fucking idiot —" Jouno grumbled, pulling Tecchou's head off of your cunt as he blinked in confusion like a lost puppy, sticky strings of your arousal still attached to his lips. "What do you mean? She's clearly enjoying it.."

"I mean that you can do better. You do want to make her feel fuckin' amazing, don't you?" Jouno raised a questioning brow. "Well, of cour—" "Then start acting like it."

A gasp left your honeyed lips when Tecchou's face was pushed back against your cunt — hot tongue working with even more fervor as he ate you out like he had been starving for days.

"Oh fuck — feels so g-good, sai," you whimpered out — head thrown back and your tongue threatening to loll out from the sheer pleasure the man between your legs was giving you. "Yeah, baby? Feels good when Tecchou eats that sweet cunt out reaaaaal good, huh?" Jouno's tone was condescending — his lips curled up into a cocky smirk.

“Y’smell so sweet - taste so sweet -” Tecchou's voice was low and dripping with need — your pussy throbbed from just how desperate he sounded.

"A-ah shit - can feel you throbbin' on my tongue, princess —" he groaned, tongue flattening against your clit as he shook his head side to side.

You babbled out Jouno’s name like a prayer — all while the man between your legs worshipped your cunt like it was his god, pink tongue repeatedly flicking your clit, making you see stars as your hole stretched around two of his slim fingers.

“Please — wanna c-cum s’ba- mmh!- ,” you let out a strangled noise as a harsh slap landed on your soaked pussy, clit throbbing as you threw your head back once more. “Fuckin’ slut, so damn eager to cum on another man’s tongue in front of your boyfriend, hmm?”

“Don’t — ah fuck, squeezin’ so tight ‘round my fingers, baby - don’t be so mean, Jouno,” Tecchou threw a side glare to the man next to him, which only earned a shrug from said man, “quit talking and enjoy the meal, dumbass. She’s close.”

And enjoy the meal he did — lapping up every single drop of your sweet juices so enthusiastically you’d think that he hadn’t eaten in days.

⁰⁴ 𝐎𝐃𝐀 — morning sex with him

Mornings with your husband, Oda Sakunosuke, were sweet, blissful and filled with love. Sometimes he'd surprise you with breakfast in bed, it's the least he can do considering everything that you do for him, is what he says. But sometimes — you crave him instead of the delicious food.

“My pretty girl,” Oda smiled sleepily, moving some of your hair out of your face to admire your effortless beauty — blissfully unaware to how his deep morning voice made your heart flutter in your chest, and your pussy throb with need.

You grinned back, scooting closer into his arms as you gazed into his deep brown eyes, “pretty enough to fuck?”

Oda raised a questioning eyebrow, full lips curling into a grin, "oh? that's the game we're playing, love?" Strong arms wrapped around your bare figure, the marks of last night still fresh on your skin — a reminder to how he fucked you dumb on his cock only a few hours prior.

You felt your face burn from the memories of last night rushing back into you — god, you two were insatiable - you're sure Oda fucked you in every single position in the book, and it did nothing but make you crave him more.

"Still with me, darling?" he lightly tapped your cheek, snapping you back to the present. You nodded, a gasp falling from your lips as big, calloused hands found themselves groping at your tits, pinching at your cute nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck — his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.

"O-oda—"

"shhh, baby — lemme do all the work, yeah?"

And that's how you ended up with your face pressed into the pillows — silken bedsheets tangled around your bodies as Oda fucked his fat girth into your sopping cunt nice 'n deep.

A large hand was pressing your back into the meanest arch ever — strong hips slamming against the fat of your plush ass with each deep thrust, thick mushroom tip prodding at your g-spot - making you bleat out your husband's name pitifully. Oda only pushed your head deeper into the soft pillows — clearly too lost in the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him.

He watched his cock slipped in and out of your pussy so easily — your slick covering his balls down to his thighs. Oda groaned deeply in his throat as he watched a creamy ring form around the base of his cock — your cunt sucking him in so eagerly that he almost thought it hurt for you to let him go.

You let out a particularly loud moan as Oda's cock hit that one spot in you — you could only bite down on the pillow as your eyes shut closed, pussy slobbering shamelessly all over his length.

"Oh? Did you like— argh! - t-that spot, sweet girl?"

⁰⁵ 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 — fucking you in your sleep

Sigma was a busy man — with running the sky casino and being part of the decay of angels didn't leave too much alone time with just him and you — especially for some.. intimacy. You knew he needed to relieve himself someway — all that workload while being pent up as fuck certainly wasn't good for him. Plus, you have been craving him as well.. so you came up with an easy solution.

The door to your shared bedroom clicked open — your beloved boyfriend, Sigma, letting himself in as his eyes racked over the entire room, searching for anything out of the ordinary — you did tell him that you had a surprise for him, after all.

Upon finding nothing, he stalked over to the bed, confusion lacing his features as he glanced over at your sleeping form. Slender hands slowly slipped the soft blanket off of you and oh —

It all clicked suddenly.

The lavender coloured lace suited your complexion so perfectly, the expensive material hugging your features like it was made for you. Sigma gulped, eyes fixating on the way your tits were practically spilling out of the flimsy fabric — your stiff nipples very much visible to his hungry gaze.

It wasn't long before he had his face buried between your plush thighs — Sigma was so desperate, not even bothering to take the lingerie off your body. Besides, why would he when you just looked way too good in it?

He was practically eating you out through the thin lace — nose bumping against your clothed clit as his tongue tried to push deeper into your cunt. You had him in a chokehold — but he couldn't care less.

Sigma's slim hips were rutting into the expensive sheets — precum leaking from his sensitive tip as he tried his best not to cum untouched just from tasting your sweet pussy, but fuck, you were making it so hard for him.

He felt his cock throb in his pants when you started letting out soft moans and sighs in your sleep — or were you even asleep anymore? He didn't know and neither did he care — mind too focused on making you cum on his pretty face.

"ohh s-shit — best surprise - sluurrp - e-ever—" he whined into your cunt, spitting directly into your sticky hole before slurping it all back up.

Safe to say, he definitely enjoyed your little surprise.

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emisluvr · 19 days ago

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hard dom hoon pls pls

we love hard dom hyung line don't we.. 🌚 i'm guilty. and hi cuties i'm done my exam #imasurvivor i still have a bunch of uni work coming up, but ima try to get thru my reqs hehe

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), restraint, rough sex, teasing, orgasm denial, body control, dirty talk

hoon + restrainting you? yes. he has you pinned down in missionary, his cock slamming inside you, slow but deep. when your hand moves down to rub your clit, he instantly grabs your wrist, holding it above your head. “ah ah, no,” he grunts, eyes dark with lust. he keeps his grip tight, forcing you to take every inch of his length, “you’ll cum when i say so, kay?"

he is the epitome of slowburn. sunghoon loves to drag things out, taking his time with you until you're almost begging to cum. he starts slow, each thrust deep but measured, making sure you feel every movement of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy. when he sees you squirming, desperate for more, he gently squeezes your hip, “patience, baby."

BODY CONTROLLL. he loves to have you completely at his mercy. in doggy style, he presses you down into the mattress, one hand gripping your hip to hold you in place, the other pulling one of your hands behind your back, keeping it pinned there. every thrust is deep, brutal, and relentless as he watches you become utterly vulnerable beneath him. thing is, you can't even move, you're just stuck there, letting his cock stretch you out with each thrust he delivers.

as if body control wasn't enough, he also has verbal control. his voice is low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine as he makes you fuck yourself on him. “don’t stop,” he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he makes you drive yourself deeper, his cock filling you with every thrust. “stay still for me,” he demands when you try to move, forcing you to take it all.

tease. tease. tease. did i mention he's a tease? hoon loves to push you to your limits, especially when you're on the edge. just as you’re about to cum, he pulls out, leaving you aching for more. your body trembles with frustration as you whine, pushing your ass against him, desperate to have him back inside you. “not yet, baby,” he says, his hands holding you still. you can feel your pussy clenching, in despair for a release.

#anon letter ♡#enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #enhypen hard hours

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bitchface24-7 · 4 months ago

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THE SEDUCTIVE PROFESSOR VIKTOR PT2

synopsis: after completing “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” with straight As your darling Professor Viktor decides to reward you. After all, you're no longer his student... So you two are no longer breaking any rules. And he can have you in Any. Way. He. Wants.

warnings: age gap (viktor’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), technically still a power imbalance, switch leaning dom!viktor, I tried my best to make this gender-neutral, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. Please save me from this man, why is he invading my every thought and dream? He's making me realize things about myself.

PART 1

Being in higher education is a total pain in the ass.

Having Viktor as your professor made it a million times easier.

Especially since you finished his class as the top student. The look on Viktors face when the charts were released still gives you butterflies to this day.

You're officially a graduate of your STEM program! And with how amazing your grades are, and how many spectacular references you got; you were able to become Viktor’s TA. Allowing for Jayce to become the Lab Professor of “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” (they still alternate roles. They hate being confined to one aspect of teaching.)

Especially since you're now secretly dating the most sought-after professor the academy has ever had.

You know it’s still frowned upon, a TA dating their superior, but at least it’s not as bad as a student fucking their professor. You're guilty on both counts.

You only have a scheduled class twice a week. Once on Tuesdays in the morning, and once on Thursdays in the afternoon. The rest of the week you're free to do whatever (and whomever) you please. It's mostly built this way so you can have enough time to grade almost a hundred assignments and still have time to relax.

You two have squeezed that schedule dry.

You've had sex in the classroom, in your shared office, in the library, in each others apartments.

You're fucking like rabbits.

You'll never forget when you were honestly, truly, just trying to grade some papers with Viktor in the library and all of a sudden you're getting fondled underneath the table and you're covering your mouth trying not to get caught.

You were rewarded that night with how well you behaved. You made sure you two didn't get caught. How sweet.

But there have been times when you've been bratty; desperately craving Viktor's love and attention.

And you got it, in the form of you getting your throat fucked and ass smacked with Viktors cane. He didn't stop until you had tears streaming down your face and your ass was a beautiful mixture of red, purple, and blue.

(you were too stubborn to use your safe word)

The looks of concern your students shot you as Viktor subtly yet smugly drank his sweetened coffee made your blood boil in both anger and lust.

You could barely sit or move due to the spanking, and you could barely talk due to the pounding your throat received. Making it so Viktor taught the class and you sat there pretty; and incredibly uncomfortable.

Some students shot you pointed looks but you pretended they weren't there.

But… there has been instances where YOU were the dominant one.

Where you sucked his cock under his desk, not caring if colleagues came in to chat. Even if it was the dean.

Where you rode him into the mattress, painting his pretty neck and chest with a smattering of hickies.

Where you sat on his face until your body gave out due to how skilled he is with his fingers and tongue.

You're not sure you've ever orgasmed this much before in your life, but you’re not complaining!

Aside from the mind-blowing sex… dating Viktor is like a dream come true.

He’s caring, sweet, kind, and thoughtful. He's still snarky and sassy with a dry dirty humour but… he's perfect.

And you wouldn't change a damn thing about him.

Even when you two are cuddled up in bed late at night and you're having a deep conversation, and Viktor’s insecurities peek through, you shut that shit down immediately.

You're in awe over the fact Viktor's never been in a proper relationship before.

You make a promise to yourself after learning that. You'll be Viktor's first and last relationship.

Till death do you part baby! You wonder which ring will look best on your ring finger.

(but that's a bit farther into the future. Enjoy your relationship as it is now with its sweetness and crazy freak nasty sex)

#arcane #viktor arcane #professor viktor #arcane imagine #arcane x reader #arcane smut #viktor imagine #viktor x reader #viktor smut #viktor x reader smut #banners by cafekitsune

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teddybeartoji · 10 months ago

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18+ mdni; male!reader

sukuna dry humping toji while he mouths at your cock through your pants.....

kuna is just rubbing his clothed dick right up against toji's ass as he's bent over, down on his hands and knees in front of you. kuna's hips rock into the other man's with every breath he takes and the hold he has on him is bruising, his lidded eyes glued to where toji's asshole is hidden under the material of his sweats, the lewd thoughs flooding his head.

you all feel way too fucking dizzy to remove your clothes, too in the moment to spare even a second to take your hands off each other. toji's drooling all over your bulge, his saliva making a proper mess of you. it mixes with the pre-cum that's starting to leak through and the subtle salty taste makes the man let out a content hum.

with every harsh thrust sukuna makes, his nose brushes against your waistband as he tries to take your whole tip into his mouth through your pants. your hips buck into his face and his head tilts up; his mossy green eyes are blown wide, dark with lust and his cheeks are completely flushed – he looks so fucked out already. his hand digs into the flesh of your upper thigh.

it's a moment between you two, just staring into each others eyes while happily drowning in the needy, thick air that swims around you.

that is until kuna's hips slam into his again, pressing toji's face against your hard cock with a breathy laugh. "how cute... got a pair of lovebirds here, hm?"

but toji refuses to argue with him, all the fight in him dying as the pleasure takes over. so he just decides to just nuzzle his face into your crotch again; he slips a little lower, just where your balls are and it makes you shift your hips and spread your thighs a bit wider. your head falls back onto against the couch and kuna's eyes travel over toji's arched back to your now exposed neck. he watches your adam's apple bob as you blindly card a hand through toji's hair and he cracks a grin.

"yeaah... tug harder." kuna's raspy voice reverberates through the whole room, his dick twitching at the sight of toji's burning ears. "he loves that shit."

toji's grip on you tightens, his insides flare at the comment. but his body betrays him, his own hips stuttering back against kuna's, making the latter laugh. "of course, you do."

he can't take it; having you splayed out so beautifully before him and sukuna's rough thrusts have toji's head spinning. the degrading quips and the burn on his scalp from you now actually pulling at his roots aren't helping either, his own cock painfully bobbing in the confines of his sweats.

leaning over toji's body, sukuna lowers himself so his lips brush against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down the man's back. kuna's red eyes find yours as he whispers to toji. "ya love it because you're a good fucking boy, right?"

the mocking tone in kuna's voice makes toji press his eyes shut and the man laughs again, his hips grinding into toji's hips even harder. feeling sukuna's body press against his, the weight of him, and the fact that he keeps forcing toji's face more and more against your bulge is getting toji way closer to his orgasm than he'd like to admit.

placing a hand on the couch right next to your leg, sukuna pushes him just enough to cock his head at you. the movement is enough to tell you what he wants, so you obey without a word – leaning forward while keeping a hand on the back of toji's head. now completely stuck between you and sukuna, toji can't move forward nor can he move backward and the pressure makes another glob of pre-cum spill from his tip. the mess he's making in his sweats is ridiculous; he's probably never been harder than he is now.

sukuna's hips halt as he raises his hand from toji's waist just to squeeze your cheeks together and smash his lips to your in a starved kiss. toji can hear the wet sounds of your tongues dancing together and he tries to wriggle his hips, desperate for sukuna to hump him again. kuna's dick rests right between his ass cheeks and toji is just a breath away from literally begging the man to put it inside. he needs more, he needs to cum so fucking bad.

when you start pushing his head into your crotch even more with a firm hold on the black strands of his hair, basically face-fucking him through your pants, toji moans. sukuna grins against your slightly puckered lips, his hand still on your face as he controls the situation. he's so fucking hard; the sight of the two of you being so fucking needy from just some heavy petting is definitely doing something to him. his ego grows, pride blooming in his chest when you mewl into his mouth.

pulling away an inch, sukuna keeps you there as he nips at your jawline. "he jerks off to the thought of you, did ya know that? he's fucking ridiculous."

your breath hitches just a little, toji's dick jumping at the shameful accusation made against him. but he can't even defend himself, his mouth busy drooling all over your bulge. eyes rolling back into your head, you sigh – it's hard to focus with the men being all over you like this. sukuna's word swim in your head, the filthy images of toji's fisting his cock to the thought of you making the knot in your stomach tighten.

luckily for the both of you, sukuna's feeling extra generous today. acting as if he's not about to bust all over toji's ass, he let's go of your pretty face with his lip tucked under his sharp teeth. he grabs onto toji's waist again; barely pulling away, he's just grinding into toji's backside with a ruthless pace. he thinks about fucking his cum into toji's tight ass. how good he'd look with it dripping out of him.

knowing that you won't last much longer, your lips itching to taste him too, you tug at toji's roots again but this time upward and away from your clothed dick, making the man hiss. his lips are all glossy, spit covering the sides of his mouth and his chin and he's even more red in the face now than he was before - he looks fucking exceptional. so you don't waste any more time by closing the distance between you, grabbing onto his cheeks and smashing your lips to his.

cum seeps through toji's sweats the second he feels your tongue swiveling against his. you taste sweet and a bit like kuna; you taste like want and need and toji can't help but moan into you. taking his hand from your bruised thigh, he cups your bulge, massaging your balls with his skilled fingers and it's enough to push you over the edge aswell.

sukuna wishes he could film the scene that's playing out before him. he watches toji melt into your touch, he watches you twitch from the overwhelming feeling of his heavy tongue in your mouth, he watches you both try and eat each others faces with such delight that it makes the corners of his mouth twitch up once more. but he completely loses his own sanity when your eyes crack open, staring at him while still making out with toji. oh, you're really something, huh?

with a last harsh thrust, you have sukuna's cumming in his pants, too. fucking himself through his orgasm, he keeps rubbing against toji's ass while keeping his eyes on you. your fingers are now playing with the longer hairs on toji's nape, the big man almost purring at the loving touch.

after a minute of just pure sounds of the three of you trying to catch your breath, sukuna pushes himself up from the ground and you smile lazily at the mess he's made of himself. the tough guy gives you a little 'tch', not even trying to surpress the smug smirk on his lips. toji crawls a little closer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck with a sigh, wrapping his big arms around your middle as sukuna takes a place next to you on the couch.

using your free hand, you caress sukuna's jaw, silently begging for him to look at you. and he does just that because no matter how much he loves mocking and teasing, he's weak for the both of you. his dark eyes meet your hazy ones and as if having a magnet inside him, he's inching forward to feel your lips on his again. his eyelids flutter shut and his nose brushes against yours but just before he gets to taste the glorious mix of you and toji on his tongue, you whisper.

"but you're a good boy too, right?"

sukuna's world stops. his breath fans your warm skin, his fingers squeezing your thigh as he gulps like a fish, thinking of a snarky reply. the sound of toji's breathy chuckle breaks him from his thoughts though. his eyes crack open only to see the other man smirking into your neck, and then he sees your own smile. hair disheveled, eyes lidded and lips streched as wide as they can, clearly proud of your comment; you stare back at sukuna before pushing further. "what? y'gonna argue back to me?"

knowing that toji is about to laugh again, sukuna's fist connects with his shoulder as he gives him a strong shove before falling back against the couch with the smallest pout on his lips. "fuck off."

you snake an arm around his shoulders, pulling his head onto yours as you press your lips against his cheek while tracing your fingers over the side of toji's sensitive neck. "my good boys."

+ @lxnarphase kissing youuu:333

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gay-dorito-dust · 4 months ago

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Geta’s kisses were strong, possessive as though he was intentionally making himself envious of the idea that your lips had been touched by another before him.

His hand could be found at your neck more often than not, squeezing it now and then as though to remind you of who was the more dominate one out of the two of you, his thumb would even caress the pulse on your neck to see whether he was doing things that made your heart work a little harder.

His kisses were hot and soft at the same time. yet firm and had a way of leaving you a little breathless afterwards. He’s a man that has everything and yet he still heavily influenced by human greed and desire for even more, so much more despite controlling an already dominating empire.

So to say his kisses weren’t also demanding for more and more of you was an understatement as he would always find the need to deepen the kiss, invade your mouth with his tongue after demanding entrance before taking complete control. His kisses didn’t allow you to be in control anytime at all, for Geta always needs to be in content power no matter what for he doesn’t like the feeling of being weak or easily overthrown in anything.

Yet let’s say after an almost successful assassination attempt on either of your lives, Geta’s kisses become more of a celebration of living, a reminder that you were both still alive despite what the gods chose to throw at you and how you both continue to thrive regardless. His kisses were also ones of relief that his reign got to continue but also that you weren’t taken from him unceremoniously, not that he would ever admit it to you but he wasn’t quiet ready to give you up just yet, not when he was heavily indulging on the taste of your lips and how nicely you slot against him.

Caracalla’s kisses were bruising and felt rough, rushed as though he was running out of time and he wanted to taste every last part of you before so, even if meant suffering through his harsh bites to your bottom lip and causing it to bleed somewhat before slipping his tongue in.

His kisses left your lips aching and had a lingering tingling feeling of pain, it made you wonder if the man smiling before you was capable of a softer and less intense way to express his innermost passion and love. He was, it was just extraordinary rare that you were led to believe you married a man whose only emotions was sadistic and lustful.

Yet on the rare one off occasion where he’d be feeling soft and affectionate his kisses became soft, almost featherlight, and tender as he scattered them across your jaw, neck and collar bone as though he was eagerly chasing after something as you ran your fingers through his fiery hair in content. His kisses were almost desperate to keep you with him, to remind you that he was the one you married and dedicated yourself to despite his inherent chaos.

He tries to prolong the kisses as much as possible as they varied from moment to moment depending on his emotions and where his minds was in during the kisses. So with Caracalla you were subjected to more lustful, ravenous, carnivorous as though he was trying to devour you or make you into one being through deepened kisses and painful looking love-bites that left you wincing upon grazing them.

His kisses were like fire but you couldn’t help but grow addicted to it and the sting that came from his teeth digging into your bottom lip, he wasn’t good for you and yet you couldn’t help but become more and more convinced through every kiss that you could help him, become his solace and safe space; yet you knew deep down that would never be the case but yet his kisses made you all the more ignorant to his more dangerous capabilities in other aspects as though he was slowly corrupting you with each and every kiss.

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1l0v3y0ud0ntl3av3me · 7 months ago

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「YANDERE VILLIAN × FEM! READER」

A/N: This is for the girlies, sorry to the other pooks. This one is a bit intense. In emotional sense. Technically this guy is an bnha oc of mine saur..

【DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT🕊】

TW: Degrading, misogyny, non-con, implied long time non-con, betrayal from friend, two-faced mf, etc.

You couldn't take it anymore. The constant violation, the relentless manipulation—it was all too much. You had to expose Jun, had to make someone believe you. So, you went to your friend, your confidante, and poured out your heart. You told her everything: the way Jun would use his Quirk on you, how he would force himself on you, and the way he would leave you feeling empty and used.

As you cried, she listened, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. When you finished, she promised to help you. You clung to that promise, desperate for someone to be on your side.

The next time Jun and your friend met, he noticed the tension between you two. He could see the disdain in her eyes, and he knew he had to act fast. With a smile on his face, he pulled her aside, his voice low and soothing. "Hey, I've heard you've been talking to my girlfriend," he said, feigning concern. "I'm worried she's got the wrong impression. She's just jealous, you know how women can be."

Your friend, believing his side of the story, turned on you. She confronted you, accusing you of lying and causing trouble. Betrayed and heartbroken, you were left with no one to turn to.

Unbeknownst to you, Jun had been using his Quirk on her, subtly influencing her thoughts and emotions, making her doubt your story. He enjoyed the power he held over her, and it only fueled his desire to control and dominate.

One day, when you were alone with Jun, he decided you needed a 'reminder' of your place. He forced you into an empty classroom, slamming the door shut behind you. His eyes were filled with a mix of anger and desire, and you knew there was no escaping what was to come.

He began by mocking you, calling you ungrateful and saying how much you enjoyed his advances. "You're always so tight, like you want it," he sneered. You tried to protest, but he silenced you with a rough kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands roamed your body.

Jun then used his Quirk on you, sending shivers down your spine and making your body betray you. "Looks like your body can't help itself, huh?" he teased, as your nipples hardened and your pussy grew wet with desire. He tore off your clothes, leaving you completely naked before him.

"You're such a tight little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. He bent you over a desk, your hands pressed against the cold surface as he positioned himself behind you.

He thrust into you without warning, his thick cock stretching you wide open. You cried out in pain, but he didn't care. "Shut up, you love it," he snapped, as he began to pump in and out of you, his grip on your hips tightening with each thrust.

"You were made for this," he snarled, slapping your ass. You felt humiliated and violated, his cock filling you up, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

He forced you to look at the sight of his cock entering you, your face contorting in pain. Jun's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he fucked you harder and faster, his cock sliding in and out of your tight hole.

He was relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building up inside you, even though you desperately wished it wouldn't. Jun leaned down, his hot breath against your ear as he whispered, "Cum for me, [Name]."

You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back, but it was no use. Jun's words, combined with the intense pleasure he was inflicting, sent you over the edge. You cried out as an orgasm ripped through your body, your pussy clenching around his cock.

This only served to push Jun over the edge as well. He groaned loudly, his cock pulsating inside you as he came, filling you with his hot seed. He pulled out, leaving you on the desk, your body shaking, and your mind reeling from the violation.

Jun stood over you, his cock glistening with your fluids, before licking his lips. He leaned down and trailed his tongue along your cheek, smirking as he said, "Remember who you belong to, hm?"

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girlscomehome · 4 months ago

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nasty dog

pairing: abby x fem&afab!reader cw: NSFW & MDNI. porn w no plot, oral (r receiving), filming, some edging, scissoring (my baby, my love, my life, my wife), kinda switch!abby/rly just whiny!abby (my other baby, loml, wife, yeah, yeah, yeah), praise!!, not much aftercare (don’t settle irl tho.), not proofread, and i think that’s it? wc: ~ 1.0k a/n: pls reblog ໒꒰ྀི っ ⸝⸝ ˂ ꒱ྀིა masterlist | taglist

Abby's fingers dug into your trembling thighs as she pulled her face away from your soaking wet cunt. She could feel the pulse of power and control coursing through her veins, knowing she had you entirely at her mercy. Your whimpers were like music to her ears, a sweet symphony of submission that only fueled her desire.

"You better stop shaking," she purred, a hint of punishment in her voice as she pressed her lips against your sensitive flesh, teasing and torturing you with every touch. A wicked grin spread across her face as she felt your body quiver and writhe beneath her, begging for more.

"Don't ruin the video with all that shaking," Abby taunted, reminding you of the task at hand. You eagerly nodded, willing to endure any discomfort or pain just to feel her mouth on you again. With shaky hands, you held onto her phone, trying your best to keep it still as she pleasured you.

But the pleasure was too much to handle. Every nerve in your body was screaming for release, and Abby knew exactly how to push you to the edge without letting you fall over. She savored every moan and plea that escaped your lips, reveling in the sinful sounds of wet tongue and lips against damp flesh. And when she finally attached her mouth back to your pussy, you couldn't hold back any longer.

She started by gently sucking on your clit, making sure to make it harder for you to keep the phone steady. She could practically feel your muscles tensing and contracting beneath her touch, but she didn't let up. Instead, she hummed against your cunt with purpose, adding a vibration that sent shockwaves through your entire being.

You fought to keep the phone steady as Abby's pretty eyes stared back at you through the screen. Your hand shook with every passing second, but Abby was too drunk on your pussy to even consider stopping. She was completely lost in the pleasure, and right as you were about to reach your peak, she pulled back.

Panting and grinning like a madwoman, she chuckled, "Sorry, but my pussy wants some attention too. And I want it from your pussy."

Before you could even respond, she was between your legs, tangling them together in a frenzy of desire. "Give me the phone," she demanded, taking it from your shaking hand. With one swift motion, she propped it up against your bedside lamp before turning her attention back to you.

Her hips pressed against yours as she straddled you, her wetness rubbing against yours in a tantalizing dance. She moaned at the contact, and you couldn't help but whimper in response. To Abby, there was nothing on this earth that felt better than two swollen clits throbbing against each other.

"Are you okay, baby?" she asked, her voice breathless and dripping with lust. You could barely form words as you gazed at her flushed face and messy hair. She was a vision of pure desire, and all you wanted was to give in to her completely.

Finally nodding your head after practically drooling at the sight of her, Abby grinned and began to move her hips in slow, deliberate motions. The dominant demeanor had disappeared and was now replaced with a raw primal need for more of you. She whimpered like it was you who had been torturing her all this time.

"Oh god, baby," her voice took on a higher pitch as she moaned and writhed against you. You could feel her desperation and need pouring off of her in waves as she gripped onto your leg and held it up against her while your pussies kissed with a frenzied hunger.

Resting her cheek against your shin, she trailed sloppy kisses up to your ankle before declaring, "I love you so much. I'm so close. So fucking close. I want us to finish together." Her tone was pleading and needy, and all you could do was nod in agreement as she continued to drive you both towards the edge.

"Move your hips with me, please," she begged, her arms wrapping around your leg as she pressed against you even harder. Your bodies moved in perfect sync as you chased after that elusive release.

"You're so pretty," you managed to gasp out between moans, your hands grasping at any part of her you could reach. The pleasure was overwhelming, and neither of you could hold back any longer.

As the intensity built to a peak, Abby's voice became more urgent and desperate. And when you finally reached your climax together, it felt like an explosion of pure ecstasy. In that moment, there was nothing else but the two of you and the intense connection between your bodies.

"You're fucking gorgeous, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," Abby growled, her words punctuated by deep, guttural moans. "I'm going to soak up every drop of your sweet nectar," she declared, her hips grinding against yours with a ferocity that threatened to shatter both of you.

In a matter of moments, you were both consumed by more waves of pleasure, your bodies slick with each other's juices. But Abby wasn't satisfied yet, determined to drain every last drop from your throbbing pussies. You writhed beneath her, caught between the overwhelming desire for her to stop and the insatiable craving for more. Your swollen clit rubbed against hers in a frenzy, but she showed no signs of slowing down, lost in her quest to fulfill her promise of tasting all of you.

"Abby- fuck!" you cried out, desperate fingers gripping at her hips in an attempt to halt her relentless movements. "Please...too much."

Finally, she relented and slowed down, keeping your legs tangled as she leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. Surprisingly tender after the frenzied pace of before, she showered you with gentle pecks before rolling off of you. With a lazy smile on her face, she reached for her phone and stopped the recording. She knew this would be her go-to whenever you were apart.

"I love you so fucking much," Abby murmured, pulling you close and pressing kisses to your neck. You chuckled and nodded in agreement, snuggling into her embrace. "I love you too," you echoed softly, basking in the afterglow.

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fanaticsnail · 9 months ago

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"Mine"

Masterlist here

Word count: 7,000+

Synopsis: Upon viewing you and your boss, Doflamingo, get a little too close to one another, Corazon feels the urge to finally state a claim over you. He loves you, and now wants you to understand one thing and one thing only: you belong to him. You are his, completely.

Warnings: Rosinante Corazon X f!reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, NSFW, possessiveness, jealousy, mean dominant Rosinante, drinking alcohol, marking, edging, kissing, sucking, licking, yandere behaviour, pet-names used, Corazon doesn't speak, cum play, bukkake, aftercare, friendly relationship with Doflamingo.

Notes: This gorgeous art was done by @skullfacedlady, who this fic is dedicated to as a gift for her art of my OC Tobiuo and art for my Doflamingo fic 'play stupid games, win stupid prizes'. Let's fuel our obsession with the Donquixote brothers together. Enjoy your dominant Rosinante.

Donquixote Rosinante was not a jealous man. He was cool, calm and collected; level-headed and leading with his head before his heart. There was nothing outside of his control that had him up in arms, fiery, or aggressive about anything.

Silent, a swift word he used to activate his devil-fruit ability at a moment's notice. A moment to create silence in the world around him free of the noise he was plagued by. Silent, was how he found himself now as he watched you laugh alongside his brother at some witless joke whispered down into your ear.

Other than the mission he was undertaking as a spy for the world government, a bid to satiate his brother's horrid temper and ensure he doesn't make too much ruckus, he was completely silent.

Always silent.

Although he was yet to make a move romantically towards you, there was an unspoken understanding and appreciation for one another lingering beneath the surface. The touch of a hand, the passing of a shared cigarette between fingers, the smile he thought was reserved for him and him alone. That same smile he was witnessing being gifted to his older brother without a care in the world.

Doflamingo knew no bounds, there was no limit for him. He was unhinged, ferocious, and brutal. If Rosinante pursued you, Doflamingo could still manage to coax you into his bed with ease should you let him. That thought alone had the younger blonde’s blood boil with a scorched blaze.

He was a marine, a spy, a confidant to the military while being completely sound in his masquerade as a loyal minion for his older brother. The only time his mask of undying loyalty began to slip was at this very moment: witnessing your hands wander over Doflamingo’s arms, the way your eyes darted between focus on each of his, the curl of your pout as you whispered back up at him with a soft smile.

The way he grit his teeth, the growing snarl curling his upper lip, the way his eyes were fixed to your hand tapping his brother's shoulder, all of it revealed the way his soul growled to possess you in this moment. You didn't know his true nature as a marine, nor the fact that he was not as mute as you knew him to be.

To you, he was ‘sweet Corazon, the heart of the Donquixote Pirates you served with, the baby brother to your captain and boss.’ He was sure you didn't see him in a flirtatious light at all, and he was growing more restless at the thought of making you look at him through lust-colored lenses.

He wanted you so desperately, and he remained consumed with intrusive thoughts of claiming you as his own. Where he would usually gulp back his own desires, casting all aside for the sake of the mission from Marine High Command, he could no longer ignore thinking of the way you'd look in the thralls of pleasure wrapped around his cock.

His eyes continued to burn holes of flaming desire against your skin, never once leaving your smile and craving more than anything to be the reason for such radiant beauty. He wants to make you laugh, see you smile, hear what you're offering to his older brother and reciprocate the gentle touches.

And then he wants to make you whimper, whining for him and him alone. He wants to be the source of your pleasure, to have you mewl in bliss while he ruts his painfully hard cock deep within the crevices of your body. He wants to mold you to the shape of him, make you forget any other tryst prior and feel you fall apart and become drunk off what he was giving you.

Doflamingo continued to offer you crude commentary regarding several mannerisms of the troop he had surrounded himself with. The guests at the soiree had all arrived in their best garb, all enjoying the riches and spoils of the Donquixote pirates at their mansion.

All he needs is one moment. A single moment alone with you, away from this crowd, and away from the talons of his older brother. Just a single moment, and you could fall apart on his fingers, lips and cock the way he so desperately wants you to. Just one chance was all he needed, he was sure of it.

While the man who captained you was not interested in you romantically, you were spreading untruths if you said you didn't enjoy his clever analogies and crassness from time to time. He had a mind to invite a few of his regular concubines to the soiree, but opted to take you with him as his date instead.

You, his counselor and battle strategist. He knew he could come to you for all that ailed him. From desiring to know the method of attack to cause the most damage, to perching on the sofa in your office and talking about his mother. He enjoyed your ear, and you enjoyed listening to his thoughts.

The one thing you didn't plan on was sneaking glances at his younger brother once he returned to the family. Rosinante was another creature entirely. Where Doflamingo's loud chirping and chattering was harsh and boisterous, his younger brother was silent and reserved. Rosinante intrigued you, and you couldn't deny yourself the knowledge that your wandering eye had stuck to him almost immediately.

As Doflamingo leaned over to stoop at your ear, you cocked your head up to the side and readied yourself to hear his next lewd remarks.

“Watch now, you see him?” Doflamingo’s lengthy fingers reached up to your chin and gingerly traced along your jaw to turn your gaze. A young man was being regal and respectful with a blushing young woman, extending his hand toward her and inviting her to dance.

“I see a well-mannered young man offering a young debutant a dance,” you shrugged with a small smile. Doflamingo's grin widened further, leaning close enough you could almost feel his tongue against your neck alongside his wine-tainted breath on your skin.

“Well I see a young idiot who got fucked in the ass by their cabin driver moments before entering the ballroom,” he purred, prompting you to laugh a very shocked scoff with your brows raised.

“Doflamingo,” you gasped at him, gently tapping his chest and smiling up at him with lips partially parted, “You shouldn't be talking about young ladies like that. It's not polite.” He raised his wine glass, cocking his head to the side and offering it out to you to clink his rims with it.

As your glasses rang at the contact, you raised the liquid to your lips. Doflamingo’s hand snaked over your waist, tugging you closer to him as you took a tasteful amount of wine between your lips.

“I wasn’t talking about her,” Doflamingo uttered in a nonchalant whisper, prompting you to choke back and burn your throat with the liquid. He chuckled at your fluster, gripping your waist tighter and giving your hip a gentle squeeze.

“So closed-minded,” he clicked his tongue in a flurry of chastising ticks, gently tapping your nose with his index finger, “Such a shame, little lamb.” You closed your eyes and focussed on breathing through your prior choked inhale as Doflamingo soothed his thumb over your hip bone.

“You're incorrigible,” you whisper playfully up at him, prompting him to lean in a low stoop and raise the hand containing his wine glass up to your lips. He balances it within his coiled four fingers and tidies your lip with his thumb.

“You love it,” he whispered huskily down at you, “That's why you accepted my personal invitation to attend by my side, is it not?” You floated your gaze down to the thumb at your lips before shooting him a warning look at his rose-tinted glasses.

“A little unhinged commentary never hurt anybody,” you shrugged as you gently raise your glass to tap with his once more. He purred his hum down at you, squeezing your hip bone again within his talon-like grasp before he released you from his grip.

“And what unhinged commentary do you have on the menu this evening?” he asked you, prompting you to hastily gulp back your glass and place it on the tray of the traveling vendor beside you. Pondering in deep thought, Doflamingo's eyes met with his brother’s intense glare directed at you.

Beneath the shroud of his glasses, he was certain he was safe from notice. Doflamingo assessed his brother's stance and trailed the tension on his shoulders and the possessiveness in his eyes. A cruel smirk drew up on his features just as you turned to face him.

“I heard a rumor that Diamante and Pica like to hold hands while they take a piss-,” you began, only to halt as Doflamingo's deep purr crooned down at you.

“-Are you fucking my baby brother?” you snapped your head up at him and widened both your eyes and lips in response. He didn't bother moving to face you, instead training his eyes on the way Rosinante’s hardened stance leaned against the wall.

“Why would you assume such a ridiculous thing, sir?” you asked him, no room for teasing or earlier playfulness in your tone. He finally tore his eyes away from Rosinante and back towards you.

“Have you the way he's been looking at you?” Doflamingo stooped low, gently raising your chin with the tilt of his index finger. “He looks like he's trying to burn your clothes off with his eyes. Can't say I blame him,” he trails his finger down your neck to your clavicle, teasing at the hem of your formal garb, “You are a gorgeous specimen. Especially in that dress.”

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, Doflamingo tugged at your shoulder strap and hoisted you closer to him, turning you to shield you with his feathered coat.

“Do you want to fuck my baby brother?” he whispered, his voice low and unwavering. You darted your eyes between his and slowly bobbed your head in a soft nod.

“Oh, how delicious,” he uttered down at you, slowly walking you backwards and caging you against the wall with his hand resting on the tiles beside your head, “How soon do you want to fuck my baby brother?” You gulped, stifling your rising blush and biting your tongue in shame.

“Oh,” he taunted you with his voice shuddering in delight, “Oh, you want him now.” He leaned forward, crouching low and pressing his chest against your own. “Oh, little lamb,” he whispered, his face mere inches from yours, “This is an entertaining discovery. I bet you're soaked through those pretty panties right now, aren't you-?”

“-I don't appreciate being on the receiving end of such crassness, Doflamingo,” you cut him off with your warning tone, managing to stifle your blush and bite back at his taunt. Doflamingo rumbles a dark chuckle through his chest as he gently reaches forward and toys with a loose strand of your hair.

“I know,” he shrugged dismissively, continuing to toy with your hair and plucking at your shoulder straps, “I'll stop in just a moment.” You knit your brows inquisitively at him, clamping your teeth down in a tight snap.

“What are you doing, Doflamingo?” you arch your brow high as his unoccupied hand draws down to enclose around your wrist. He elevated your arm up to circle his shoulders and card through the wispy strands of his blonde hair bordering the scruff of his neck.

Doflamingo looked over his glasses down at you, the ruby hue of his knowing eyes piercing your soul with every passing moment. You took a moment to assess him, knowing truly that he had no interest in you aside from close friendship, but perplexed by this new intimate closeness between you.

“Isn’t it obvious, little lamb?” he cooed down at you, his eyes full of mischief and playfulness, “I have a feeling he’s just as possessive as I am,” he nudged your forehead with his chin to rise your head up further. “Let’s see where it takes him, shall we?”

Doflamingo held you against him for a few moments longer, whispering more shameless commentary while waving away any attendants who offered you food and beverages. You enjoyed his crass words, gently soothing over the back of his neck as you enjoyed the warmth from his almost friendly embrace. He was many things: a tyrant, a villain, a truly evil man with a maniacal laugh and a darkened heart. But most importantly, he was truly your friend.

After several more minutes of being contained beneath the shroud of Doflamingo’s feathered cloak, he released you from hiding within his wings and ventured over to the dancefloor, stealing away a guest and twirling them on the waxed tiles. You spared a glance over to the wall Rosinante was perched on and found an unfamiliar absence in its wake.

You felt a wave of disappointment wash over you at his notable disappearance. Instead of wallowing in this newfound pity, you simply chose to shrug it off and head over to the bar to get yourself another drink. As you called your order over the mahogany benchtop, you felt something make contact with the back of your dress and slip from your hem to fall to the middle of your back.

Turning to your side, you notice first the darkened feathers of a broad coat before the maroon hood of the man beside you. His purple glasses were drawn up the bridge of his nose, his painted lips curled in a grimace as he gestured to the barkeep for two glasses of amber liquid.

His hand remained fixed on the middle of your back in an act of possessive ownership over your form as he paid his Berry for the drinks. You searched his face, your eyes wandering over eyes avoiding yours, the tips of his ears tinted with a soft rise in aggressive blush, and his lips forged against one another in a tight, thin line.

He was angry.

His hand felt heavy and covetous, the grip increasing on the back of your dress while attempting to remain poised and composed. Continuing to monitor his expression from your peripherals, you gently brush the rim of your glass with his in a gesture of gratitude.

“Thank you, Corazon,” you whisper, gently leaning your head to brush against his bicep in a soft bob of familiarity, “It is for me, isn’t it?” He offered you nothing in return: no smile, no look, no acknowledgement at all. Raising his own glass to his lips and gulping it back in a hefty swig, he sighed out a silent breath at the burning sting of alcohol. Placing the glass on the countertop, he finally turned to you with his eyes darkened and glaring through his eyelashes as you sipped at your drink.

His hands clapped over your own on the glass, pulling your hand towards his face and turning your glass and placing his lips over the stain left on the rim of your glass from your lip paint. Without tearing his eyes away from yours, he gulped down the rest of your liquid with his lips casting over your own mark: sharing a kiss without your lips ever meeting.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, his gaze hypnotizing you with the tension falling from his shoulders in a possessive rage. Releasing your hand and back, he fished out his cigarette carton and flintlock lighter, his eyes held a daring challenge in them before he turned and made his way towards the heavy doors. Thrusting them open, his intentional and weighty steps feeling foreign in comparison to his usual light footedness.

Quickly darting your eyes over to the dancefloor, you notice Doflamingo’s gaze catch yours. Shooting you a pouting mock-kiss, he waved you on with his blessing to leave the space unchaperoned by him. You sucked your lip into your mouth and sheepishly trailed after Corazon with your head hanging low to shroud your bashfulness.

The wind hit your face as the setting sun fled over the coastal line of the Dessrossian sea. The blue of the moonlight rose the shadowy corners of the city and made way for the hum of low lamplight.

Sitting on the seastone wall, legs crossed at the knees and gazing up into the night sky sat Rosinante inhaling his cigarette. Exhaling the smoke, his chest seemed to deflate in somber yearning. His smoky breath picked up in a swirl on the wind that caressed his skin and blew at his golden hair beneath the red signature hat. His feathered cloak laid on the top of the barrier beside him, the feathers rustling with the breeze.

Your heart began to flitter with an anxiousness and adrenaline spike you had not yet met its equal. The need to draw him into your arms, take him away from all the frivolity, and press sweetness against his lips with your own had become too much. The way his lips parted with every exhale, the danger and mystery held within his expression propelled your chest to set ablaze. The desire to declare your intentions then and there, claim his lips and body with yours grew exponentially.

Hissing a final shaky breath through your teeth, you halt your inhibitions and set to declare your infatuation with the younger Donquixote brother. Your feet marched towards him, no longer caring that your desperation for him was exposed beneath your steely expression. As you stood before him, he upturned his head and gazed down his nose at you.

“Corazon?” your whisper was all the warning you managed to choke out before your hands sought his cheeks and propelled you into his arms. He parted his knees to take you between them, immediately circling his arms around your smaller frame and clasping the back of your dress into heaping fistfuls.

Lips finally meeting, you tentatively pressed your confession into his skin with a gentle kiss. A shocked squeak left your mouth and was swallowed by his, as his own kiss deviated from your prior sweetness. There was no softness in his kiss, the sweet Corazon you so desperately yearned for had been replaced by another beast entirely.

Corazon’s lips were hungry, consuming your desire and feasting on the whimpers you called to him with. His hands forced your back to arch against his chest, the tilt of his head and circling of his chin mouthing at you set the pace of the kiss and grew your need for him. A sense of urgency was felt in his kiss, the need to state his claim over you rising with his wild lust.

Pulling away from your lips, he gazed into your eyes to search for any uncertainty within. Both heavily panting and breathless, you felt the possessiveness Doflamingo had warned you about burn into his aura. His smudged lips were parted, eyes glassy with blown pupils. He released his right hand from your dress and drew it up to his face.

Tongue feeling heavy in his mouth, he reached up his thumb and claimed a portion of red paint from his cheek on the rounded pad. Immediately thrust his hand forward, he held your left breast in his much larger four fingers while smearing the paint within your cleavage. A choked gasp fled from you as he focussed his attention onto your breast, molding the flesh beneath his palm.

Huffing through a laugh, he tore his eyes from your breasts and arched his brow up at you with a knowing smirk playing on his face. You knit your brows together in puzzlement before looking down at your chest. Lying central over your heart, your eyes widened at the paint over your exposed flesh. A single word was depicted: no questions, no inhibitions, and no care for any passerby to see the mess he had made on your skin. Corazon’s unwavering gaze never left you as you read over his word.

“Mine.”

A gasp was the only sound he allowed to leave you before he circled his arms over your waist and intentionally fell backwards over the wall, taking you with him as you fell. A hand clapped over your lips to stifle a soft yelp of shock, Corazon fell onto his back with a thud. As soon as he landed, he gave you no time to process the change in position as he replaced his palm with his lips once more.

In a swift movement, he switched your positions and placed your back on the plush grass bordering the elevated pier between the ocean shore and the Dressrosian castle. Your shocked whimper was claimed by Corazon as his lips collected yours with passion and vigor. There was no hesitancy in his lips, no wavering in his movements, nor stalling his lust for you.

You made him jealous in the ballroom with his brother, the jealousy unwarranted due to the fact he considered his love to be unrequited. As soon as you placed your lips on his, all of his withheld emotions and prior resignation all but fled him. He was not going to let you go. You were his, and his possessive tendencies revealed themselves to you by each time he drew down his lips to ravish you.

Trailing his lips and teeth down to your cheek and the tip of your chin, he mouthed at your neck and pressed kisses at your rapidly beating pulse point. Sucking a heart-shaped mark into your skin, your back arched as his hands drew up over your breasts and toyed with your peaked buds. You let out a yelp as he heaped the dress within his balled fists, splitting the material of the dress Doflamingo purchased for you, and rendering it unsalvageable.

Leaving you no time to protest, his lips found one of your puckered nipples and rolled it with his tongue. His other hand toyed with your unoccupied breast, matching momentum and maneuverability he was pressing into you with his lips. You drew up your hands to clap one over your lips, while the other found the top of Corazon’s head and scrunched around the red material of his hat.

Removing his lips from your chest while continuing to pinch your nipple, he sought out your consent to continue ravishing you. His eyes seemed almost innocent, his head cocking to the side as his brows arched in the center of his forehead. His lips held the sweet smile you knew and loved him for, a vast contrast to the criminally unashamed touch he was teasing you with.

“You-... ah-... asking for my consent to continue?” you moaned as he joined his unoccupied hand to squeeze at the flesh his lips were occupied with prior. He shook his head before his lips kissed above his smudged writing, drawing your attention to the mark he made prior.

“You-... nnngh-... You asking for-... fuck, Corazon-,” he placed his knee between your legs, making contact with the damp material of your soaked panties and grinding it up against you. You felt the rumble of his soundless chuckle purr and vibrate against your skin, his lips curling into a smile as he continued to mouth at your skin.

Searching your rapidly clouding mind for any question you had to form on his wordless behalf, you found revelation just as his fingers began to snake down below your panties and gather your slick atop his considerably larger fingers. Dipping his middle and unity finger in a coaxing grind against your entrance, you yanked his head up to gaze back into your eyes and release your skin from his relentless attack of his urgent kisses.

“Corazon, you-... you want to claim me as yours, don’t you?” you gasped as his lips halted their descent and his eyes darted back up to meet yours. His hazelnut orbs burn into you with his silent unwavering desire, daring you to deny him through his lengthy eyelashes. At that moment, that split motion and hardened intensity, you knew within your soul that you belonged to him and him alone.

There was no other, no friend nor foe that poured into your mind other than your sweet Corazon. He owned you in every sense of the word. Your heart, your mind, your spirit was all his. Always had been, and will always ever be. Unbreaking in his heavy eye contact, he prowled back up towards you and caged your head between his lowered elbows. Testing you with his eyes, he swayed his head slowly from side to side, hovering his lips above yours as you chased him.

“Say it,” his lips motioned, his breath tingling your skin where his vocal fry never spilled, “Say it.” You whined, pouting and avoiding his eyes while your body bucked up involuntarily to brush against his thigh.

Your open dress caused the wind to prick up and caress your skin with its icy breeze: a drastic contrast between the hot body trapping you beneath him. Corazon’s eyes never left yours, ablaze with the desire to see you admit defeat and title him as yours, and yours alone. Gazing down his nose at you, his tongue soundlessly clicked a few more times in daring you to admit that key phrase that granted him the pleasure of enjoying you exclusively.

“Yours,” you managed to gasp out, your back arching as your head drew up to seek his out, “I’m yours, Corazon.” He angled his chin, clicking his tongue while urging you to cry out for him more. Gently dragging his fingers backwards and forwards along your slit, he tentatively bullied his lengthy digits into your body and hooked them up to expertly seek out the underside of your clit and massage it with his thick fingers.

“Fuck, I’m yours,” you curse at him, his brows arching up as he continued to bully his fingers into you, collecting your slick on his middle and unity fingers while his thumb tapped at your clit. Roughly propelling you closer to ecstasy, he held you hostage against your release: the bob and contraction of your walls squeezing against his digits halting his movements and edging you away from your ignition.

Your hands sought out his cheeks, roughly bringing his face towards you and wordlessly asking for his kiss. He denied you, holding his head away from your lips and teasing you with his eyes. Desperation clawed at you, forcing you to buck up against his hand to chase your high, only to be championed away from eruption by the skilled ministrations of the blonde above you. You keened for him, trying to gather more of him as he held off his lips and your approaching climax with expert precision.

“What? What do you want me to say?” you desperately gasped for him. He arched his brow, continuing to hold your bliss at ransom until you declared what he was searching for. He leaned down, his bottom lip gently brushing with yours before pulling away and focussing his thumb against your clit. Arching your back, you grabbed at his wrist channeling its ministrations against your hyper-sensitive body to draw more of him against you.

“Corazon, please,” you whimpered, tears beginning to gather in your eyes, “I only ever want to be yours. Only yours.” You reached your hands up to his stomach, snaking your digits across his abdomen and desperately reaching for the hemline of his pants. As soon as he felt your fingers slip beneath the surface, he pulled his hand away from your dripping pussy and removed your hands immediately from his body.

Clasping your wrists above your head in a single girthy hand, Corazon used his other to unbutton the front of his pants before returning it to your needy pussy. Each touch was highly sensitive, your entrance contracting around an absent touch, and your voice whined for him to let you finish.

“Please. Please, Corazon!” you sobbed, arching your back and squirming against his hand pinning yours above your head. “What do you want? What do you want? Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want.”

Truthfully, Corazon didn't know what he wanted. He enjoyed this new shift in power: watching you helplessly squirming to seek out more of his touch against you, seeing the desperation in your eyes, hearing the hopelessness in your soft cries. You were experiencing all of the emotions he felt moments prior while his heart was held at ransom watching you with his brother.

He wanted to see you cry, hear you whine, feel you sniffle as you keened for him; helpless to the pleasure he was desperately withholding from you. He was so tired of being kind and sweet to you, always kind and sweet to you.

No, he wanted to be mean.

His unwavering gaze darkened as he pierced you with his eyes, the smudge of his former mark on your chest spreading through the dewy desperation of your glistening perspiration. You had never looked so beautiful to him, bare for any passerby to witness if they truly focussed on you. Each part of you was perfect to him, every sucked breath, whimper, and sniffle.

After spending a moment to take you all in, he had no choice but to see you unravel by his touch. A show just for him, with you as the star performer.

Thumb pressed against your swollen pearl, he finally focussed his entire attention on coaxing you from that edge by pistoning his hand in and out, adding his index finger to the stretch and massaging your g-spot. Scissoring his fingers, dancing his digits expertly on your most sensitive and desperate nerves, your eyes finally ignite with the white of euphoric lightning.

“O-Oh, fuck!” you yelped, feeling how tightly wound you were, his hands rapidly beckoned your ecstasy like a musician toying with their specialist instrument. You bit your lip to stifle your whimpers, your vision blurring beneath your glassy orbs and light bursting behind your eyes.

Corazon's jaw shuddered as he felt your body shake and tremble beneath him. His eyes never left your face as he watched your eyes clamp shut and contort in ecstacy. Back arching, hips rocking to match his pace, your body danced hypnotically as you rode through your high. Your slick gushed in his hands, christening him with your essence as he ceased his relentless momentum.

“Corazon,” you pant with your chest heaving as your lungs expanded. Removing his lengthy digits from your pussy, he teased at your entrance, collected a sample of your essence and gripped his newly exposed cock. Leaning up onto your elbows, you were enchanted by his hand pistoning his shaft, giving his knob a gentle squeeze while lubricating it with your slick.

Leaning back to sit on his calves, he beckoned you over with a wiggle of his finger. As you attempted to sit, the exertion from the intensity of your euphoria prevented you from rising. Falling back onto the grass, Corazon clicked his tongue at you before biting back a rising smirk.

He was absolutely smitten with the fact that just his hands had left you feeling like an oversensitive mess trembling on the ground. His patience was never ending, enjoying the show of how helpless you looked while catching your breath. Instead of chastising you for being unable to move, he shuffled forward, staining his knees with the green tint of the plush grass.

Bringing himself down to cage your body beneath his, he tilted his head with a playful smile drawing up his lips. A soft whine fled from your lips as you felt him line the tip of his cock against your slit. Dragging the blunt tip over your entrance up to your sensitive clit had your body trembling from the heightened oversensitivity.

“Corazon,” your whispered cry for him had his eyes widening and pupils dilating to a blown-out eclipse of those brown eyes you had grown to love. The man who caged you beneath him resembled a beast: wild with desire and consumed by the need for satisfaction.

His sweet smile was now mimicking a grimace, the resemblement to his older brother now understandable by the curl of his lips. Caging your waist within his two hands with ease, he elevated your hips from the ground as he sat on his calves. A squeak of shock fled from your lips, the gentle caress of grass searing against your shoulders and pricking your skin.

Lining up his tip fully with your slit, his wrists snapped you down as if you weighed nothing, sinking his blushing cockhead within your drooling cunt immediately. Crying out at the stinging stretch, you thrust your hands behind you and anchored yourself against the earth by gripping the grass beside your head.

At the soft cry, Rosinante stilled. His discipline holding by a thread as his eyes take you in. Seeing that deep furrow on your face as you adjust to his great size has him rocking you gently to test out your resolve. Snapping your eyes up at him, you mirror his unhinged smirk and attempt to peer up at him with your shoulders bearing your weight.

“If you're going to fuck me, fuck me,” you taunt him, your eyelashes fluttering innocently at him, “I can take it. I'm yours.” Your smirk turns soft, the dewy sweat smearing the lettering written over your chest, and heaving with every inhale of breath. On seeing the red paint etched over your skin, his blood boiled like a drop of water into a crackling pot of hot oil. That sizzling danger igniting fire within his soul had his hips immediately rock forward and bury his entire length into your slick heat.

Eliciting a strangled cry of shock at the intrusion, your voice caught itself in your larynx as your jaw fell slack. Eyes wide, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, smile ghosting at the corners of your lips, your back bowed as the crown of your head flew back to the ground. His cock pressed against your cervix, pulsating its engorged mass deep within your body. Not a single regret cascaded over your mind at the first rock of your much smaller body over his giant steely cock.

As if only testing your resolve, his thrusts remained shallow: his cock buried into you and only withdrawing a single inch to press back in. Each gasp from your lips mirrored the flutter of your walls contracting around him, drawing him forward and prompting him to growl deep within the chasms of his chest.

Nodding to him, you slapped his large hands circling your waist and gestures to his cock with your digits.

“C'mon, Corazon,” you tease him, angling your head to the side and peering at the corner of your eyes and grinning from ear to ear, “You call this fucking me-! Ahh-!”

The switch flicked, his motions throwing and jolting your body with each heavy thrust. You were a limp doll in his hands, your much smaller frame a pretty cocksleeve for his looming body towering over you. He pumped his cock into your cunt, using your pussy as a channel for his lust.

His belt jingled and rustled as his pants slunk to his knees, your dress collecting the stain of green from the grass beneath you. Eyes scrunched tightly shut, Corazon panted heavy breaths with his unsyncopated rhythm. Each in-thrust hit the sensitive convex of your g-spot before brushing past and bullying your cervix. Hit blunt tip hit that marker within your body that had you scream in ecstasy, lips parting and drool falling from the corners of your lips.

Corazon cracked open his eyes and found himself lost in the vision of you splayed out beneath him. Just from meeting his eyes on your body; clothes ruined, back arching, eyes blown with lust, and breath catching in sweet, choked, little mewls, he felt himself almost topple over that cliff of bliss. Your pussy fluttered around him, coaxing a soundless cry to flee from his lips while his hips rutt into your cunt recklessly.

The coil within your abdomen swelled before binding together in a woven ring. You could barely form a cohesive word. Your arms, along with the rest of you, remained unresponsive to your mind as you felt your release almost snap within you.

On queue, Rosinante moved one of his hands so his thumb met your clit while the remaining four circled your hips. The pad of his larger digit gently swirled your clit in messy circles, his desperation to feel you cum against his cock driving him to the brink of reckless insanity. As the larger blonde continued to rutt and buck into you while dragging your smaller frame against his, the crude slaps and sloppy momentum had lightning flash behind your eyes.

“C-Co-! Nghhmn-, Cora-!” your choked whimper was caught on your tongue as your body gave in to the call of your release. Your back bowed as you met your crest, the final crescendo being conducted within the symphony of your bodies joining as one. Your pussy gushed against his cock, a creamy ring forming at his base as you contracted around him. Each pulse and wave of your fluttering walls had Corazon crying soundlessly while biting his cheeks to ground himself from toppling immediately after you. Focussing on you first, he continued holding the pace and fucking you through your bliss.

Falling away from that edge and floating back to the surface, you felt Corazon withdraw his cock from your oversensitive pussy with a rough 'pop'. Gently falling your body to the ground with his larger left hand, his right immediately circled his cock and began pumping the thick shaft over your body. His eyelids fluttered as his glassy orbs rolled back, his lips soundlessly uttering a single word once his gaze pierced yours.

“Mine.”

At that, his cock leaked in hot spurts, dousing your stomach and breasts in scorching splashes. You could almost feel his chest vibrating with the sounds he couldn't release verbally, his lips repeating several mouthed curses and iterations of your name. His cock twitched in his palm as he rode his high over your body.

You were mesmerized in the way he moved. His wrist slightly curled it's way inwards with every instroke, uncoiling on the way out, his pearlescent seed finally coating the red mark he wrote against your skin with his lip paint. He drank in your sight: lips parted, clothes torn, tousled hair, flushed cheeks, panting chest, and covered in ropes of his cum.

Riding through his high, he collapsed over you. His hands moved to cage you beneath him, knees on either side of your hips as his breath tickled your face. His lips found your cheek, moving in that single word repetitively.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he nipped at your jaw, his tongue darting out and dragging down your neck towards your pulse. You whined at the movement, already feeling oversensitive from the two climaxes in sequence. Rosinante’s chest wiggled with his soundless chuckle, rolling back onto his knees and gawking at you.

You were perfect.

Gently reaching up to the beam beside him, he collected his feather coat and laid it beside you. His motions were gentle, intentional, and almost sweet in comparison to his prior roughness. He hooked his arm beneath your legs, the other splayed on your upper back as he moved you onto the dark quills of inky feathers. Without a care to the mess he made of you, he curled in the corners and swaddled you within the larger back and sleeves.

“Corazon…?” you whispered after him, his eyes finding yours and granting you a soft smile while continuing to gather you into his material nest. “What are you-?”

He reached forward, touching your lips with his fingers before gesturing up to the manor suite his bedroom door was adjoined. Satisfied with you safely tucked within the feathery quills of his lengthy coat, his eyes widened briefly in shock before his features softened all together.

Firstly tucking his cock back into his pants, he redid his belt before fixing his shirt. You giggled at his silliness, watching each motion with interest while your body began to ache with the overexertion of taking his mass within your body. You attempted to move, wincing as you felt the sting of his bruising kisses and harsh movement against your body.

At the soft hiss, Rosinante surged forward, caressing your cheek and checking you over.

“I'm alright, Corazon,” you whisper with a soft smile, “Just a little achy. I'll be fine. I'm-.”

Your words halt as something shrouds your eyes, warming your head, and eclipsing you with comfort. Eyes fluttering shut, you welcome the embrace of Corazon’s soft hat crowning your hair, the hearts dangling down on your chest and dancing on your skin. The feeling of his arms hooking beneath your legs once more returned, this time beneath the quills of his feathered cloak.

Looking up at him as he hoisted you into the air, the sun warmed his skin with a soft pink. The orange and red mixing with the hues of purple over the Dressrosian horizon as he raised to full height. His hazelnut eyes fell over your face, his eyelashes fluttering and orbs darting their focus within your own.

“Mine.”

He mouthed the words once more before walking with you cradled against himself towards his quarters. The gentle touch soothed your skin, the safety of his arms barricading you in his sweet hold as he ushered you to his room with a soft skip in his step.

You truly felt it: mind, body, spirit, and soul. You were his. Truly, his.

You belonged to Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante.

The only thoughts that withheld you from submitting completely was the knowing smile Doflamingo shot you from the double-arched doors over Rosinante’s shoulder. That unhinged grin, filled with amusement had you dreading the way you were likely going to give your boss a play by play over what had just occurred between you and his younger brother.

For now, there was this: a man who was nuzzling against your neck, inhaling your scent, and attacking your cheek with soft kisses. The same man who coated your body in a spray of his cum, staining you and marking you as his. The man who had you climax so hard you saw each star littering the sky with renewed vibrancy.

The man who held your heart completely.

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