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ŕź*ÂˇË D!CK OFF LIMITS !?
bad â summary. why wonât he let you suck his dÄŤck?
warnings. explicit content. 18+. foul language. cunningulus. fÄŤngerÄŤng. premature ejacĹŤlatÄŤon. semi public sÄx. usage of toys. facials. mirror sÄx. dom/sub undertones. preestablished relationships. reader is a fiend for his dick. afab!reader. could be angsty at some point ? fwb to . . . lovers ? 7.4k words (kill me now).
rena's â note. this idea came to me while i was drunk.
you wonder if gojo thinks you have gingivitis.
that thought was unlikely, as he was always eager to shove his tongue down your mouth, tongues sloshing and secreting saliva as his hands roamed between your thighs, knuckles deep into your cunt.
then maybe he assumed you were a biterâ which would be highly hypocritical of him, as heâs known to get on his knees in the nearest bathroom stall and flip your skirt up, push your panties to the side and plunge his canines into the flesh of your ass before tongue fucking you.
well, maybe he simply didnât get off on pleasing youâ yeah you knew it wasnât that one, if the way he thrusted his bulge in the air whenever your thighs wrapped around his head for relief every time he ate you out said anything.
you simply didnât understandâ what man would refuse receiving head after giving the nastiest of it?
your fingers clawed at a snowy pile of hair, back arched as you ground your hips into his mouth. he ate your pussy like a starved man, sloppy and coordinated, as his lips latched onto yours as if heâd die without your taste in his mouth
his tongue swiped up your juices as he lapped at your folds, dragging the top of his wet muscles against your core, nibbling at your puffy clit. gojo was on his knees, moaning like a slut in between your thighs as you used him to chase your orgasm.
ângh, fuckâ right there baby,â you mewled, toes curling as your back hit the cold wall of the bathroom stall. his hands gripped at your ass, caressing and squeezing the mounds to pull you in tighter than youâd already been. your mind felt hazy, so overcome with lust that you were ready to burst your dam down his throat. âoh mâ goddd, so fuckinâ close toruuu!â
âgive it all tâme pretty baby,â his words come out muffled, only pulling away just slightly. his rosy lips are glossed your arousal and his saliva, a consistency so thick it connects a strand of fluid from your bottom lips to his own. his skin is blotched in lust, cerulean eyes dazed in awe. âcum in my mouth princess, needa taste you.â
your orgasm washes over you before you can even register it, a sensation so powerful you cry out as your dam erupts. splurges of your essence shoots from your cunt down to his mouth, and as you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, you notice so does he. his fingernails dig into the flesh of your skin, pinning you down as he humbly welcomes your cum.
âsâgooddd, shit toru!â you feel your bottom lip quivering, limbs twitching from overstimulation as he continues to ravish you. your groin tingles in heat, body weak as it succumbs to the pleasure gojo gives it. you feel weak, a feeling youâre never able to adapt to no matter how much he attempts to prepare you for it. âuhn uhnâ too much, canât take it!â your head shakes from side to side, nails clawing at his scalp as you attempt to push him away.
the pad of his fingers slip from your ass to snake in between your legs, spanking your wet pussy thrice to keep you in check, and your knees crumbles. gojo latches his lips at your clit once more, and you feel the world blackout. âstop thatâ fuckinâ take it baby. i know my good girl can take it.â
he leaves you no choice, eyes trailing upwards to land on your figure, the dip in your back so sinful that you feel as though both your bodies have merged into one. his tongue works so deep into you, it feels as though youâre both puzzle pieces that were made to connect to one another. your thighs are quivering around his head, and you feel your back slipping against the wall. shit.
âmmhm, nooo, âm gonna cum again!â you pout, tears built at your lash line now streaking down your cheeks. itâs all too muchâ the sensation so raw that you look for an escape. you want to push him off, to take a breather and regain your composure. but heâs looking at you with such expectations, eyes shimmering with eagerness as he lifts both your legs onto his shoulder for support.
he manhandles your body like itâs nothingâ like you weigh nothing. your limp body now slides upwards, higher up in the air than youâd been a second ago. gojo rises to his full height and motorboats into your dripping cunt.
you wail out, head throw back against the stall as a desperate mouth gnaws at your folds. youâre sure heâs dripping from his mouth to his chin, a mixture of fluids so prominent that it dribbles down to the marble floor. âhaaah, oh shitâ baby, i canâtâ fuck, yâeat my pussy sooo fuckinâ good!â the praises flow past your tongue so naturally, hands torn between pushing and pulling away from the painful pleasure. ânghhh, iâ âm gonnaâ holy shit!â
your back hits the wall in waves of full body twitches, your cunt clamping down on his tongue as you weakly splurts drops of more cum. fat tears stain your cheeks, blood rushing hotly from head to toe, spraying gojoâs face in your essence.
âatta fuckinâ girl.â he groans into your pussy, almost more drunk on the taste of you than you are. he flicks his tongue up and down, dragging your orgasm as far as he can, completely enthralled by the desperate thrusts of your hips into his face. youâre smearing his face with your fluids, and from the fucked out look on your faceâ eyes crossed and tongue lolled out, he decides this might be the best way to go. âthere we goâ yeah baby, jusâ like that, mhmm.â
the timeline from your coming down to actually coming down to the floor is all blurry, but youâre barely able to stand on your two feet when you feel his hand cup at your chin tightly. his index finger raises your face to stare up at his, all moist from fluids and humidity but you donât think heâs ever looked prettier.
his lips meet yours desperately, lips sloshing over one another as the taste of your cum now sits atop your taste pallets. his free hand snakes around your waist, holding you still as you lazily loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
heâs so good at it allâ the nibbles of his teeth at your bottom lip making your legs go weak, stomach churning in more lust. he smells like a mixture of you and his expensive cologneâ so satoru like, that youâre positive if this keeps going, you may blackout on the cold floor of this bathroom stall in the club.
he kisses you like heâs got something to prove, and eventually your lungs are filled with his provided oxygen, and you truly believe youâre going to pass out. you pull just slightly away, much to his disdain. he whines, tip of your noses just barely an inch away as you pant over his cupidâs bow. âfuck.â
âmmhm, that good?â gojo teases, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk youâre too familiar with. you donât have it in you to flick his forehead.
instead, you opt with sighing. âthat good.â your hands trail down his nape, nails grazing at the sensitive skin beneath his undercut, scratching and lightly pulling at his locks. he shudders at your touch, leaning forward to rest his sweat forehead against yours.
your touches lower from his shoulders down to his chest, grazing your fingers over his perky buds, teasing his nipples. heâs so touch starved, jaw slackened as he moansâ breath warm as it fans your face. your hands begins to lower down to his hips, seductive touches that has him biting his lips, hips instinctively jerking to meet with your light grazing.
you keep steady eye contact with him as your hands finally land at his raging bulge. the material over his hard-on is damp in his pre cum, and it feels hot beneath your touch. with a slight tilt of your head, âlemme take care of you, toru.â
you can see him battling his own thoughts. his pupils widen in lust, orbs swimming in excitement as you palm his erection more precisely. heâs twitching beneath your cupped hand, humping against your palm as his throat erupts a desperate pant.
you wonder if todayâs the day heâs finally going to let you see his dickâ to let you swallow him whole and please him just as he does with you. you want to get on your knees and take him so far down your throat that tears build and you force gags back down. youâre sure heâs all pretty and pink, a length to match his abnormally tall height and girth ready to stretch your throat muscles.
but as always, just like the night before, he chuckles and shakes his head. heâs refusing you again, hands gripping at your waist to push you away from him.
âyou know i canât do that baby,â he sighs, a small smile appearing on his wet lips. you can tell heâs frustrated with himself, so unsure as the pad of his thumbs rub the bare skin of your waist. you jut your bottom lip in annoyance, although expecting his refusal. âmaybe next time, yeah?â
youâre annoyed as you push him away, pushing your skirt back down so it falls down your ass. and youâre sure he notices too. you donât object when he grabs the toilet paper from the stall to clean the left over mess between your thighsâ though your arms do cross over the flimsy material of your tight top over your chest.
âmhm, sure.â
â â
about a week later, youâre on all fours on his annoyingly large king-sized bed, hands clawing at his sheets as you push your hips back into his fingers. heâs scissoring your cunt open, knuckles-deep in and every precise thrusts has you seeing stars.
âyesyesyes!â you nod your head feverishly, babbles slipping past your tongue and dribbling down the damp sheets beneath you. âoh mâgod, feels sooo fuckinâ good, ngh!â there you sat naked and exposed, getting the life fucked out of you by his fingers alone, a length so impossible that youâre convinced his index and middle finger eventually bump your cervix with how deep he works himself into you.
gojo lands a few kisses at the back of your thighs, kneeled down at the edge of his bed as he twists his fingers into your cunt. heâs enamoured by the sloppiness of your tight pussy gripping at his digits so desperately, a squelching sound so harmonious it has him rubbing his own thighs against one another.
âface down, baby.â gojo commands, his free hand coming up to press at your lower back. you obey his order, pressing your cheek down against his sheets, arms silently thanking the man for the break of supporting your body up. you mewl when you feel him plunging his teeth into the soft skin of your ass, before running a wet tongue over the stinging pain. âthereâs my good girl. heh, such an obedient lilâ thing.â
you lay pressed against his bed as you take his ruthless pounding, the tip of his fingers reaching the gummy spot that has stars dancing at the back of your eyelids. god, he always knew how to make a mess out of youâ your body his temple, a book heâs dead over a million times and has learned to memorize.
âcute lil hole jusâ seems sooo enticing,â you feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your twitching rim, waves of warm air tickling the muscle. it doesnât surprise you when you feel his wet tongue caressing your tight hole with light touches, just pushing slightly past unspoken boundaries. your stomach tightens the more relaxed he becomes, lapping from the bottom of your cunt up to your asshole, savouring you whole as he works himself into your clingy pussy.
ât-toru, oh yes babyâ âm gonna cummm!â you whine, sobbing when your orgasm finally does catch up to youâ as if he hadnât already known. you walls clamp down on his fingers for dear life, folds twitching as they secrete your honeyed essence all over his hand and down to his sheets.
gojo never lets up, stringing along as he encourages you even further, âthatâs it babyyyy, there we go.â drool slips past his kiss-bitten lips and down to your sopping wet cunt, tongue still working its way at the tightness of your forbidden hole. you look so fucking cute all shaken up, barely keeping yourself together as your moans echoes off his walls and fade into the stillness of the night.
heâs so fucking hard it hurts, but heâd take seeing you wrecked and ruined by his hands alone over the selfish tendencies of asking you to take care of him back. and he knew youâd known that already, if the way your body immediately lurches forward to melt into the sloth ess of silk sheets beneath you said anything.
you feel large hands grip at your thighs, trailing up before landing on your ass. he spreads apart your cheeks, sticky residue spreading your pussy lips with a sinful sound. you shiver, the cold breeze hitting your cunt a mix of overstimulated senses hitting at once.
he collects your liquids at the pad of his fingers, before wrapping his tongue around the digits. he nearly cums at your taste alone, âfuckkk, yâtaste so fuckinâ sweet, princess.â and he pushes forward to drag his tongue along the evidence of your orgasm on your thighs, trailing up to the cleft of your ass and to your cunt, cleaning up after his mess.
you know better, and yet you still try anyway. with a shy tilt of your head, you look back to the starved man between your thighs and offer the prettiest smile you can, cheeks flushed in heat and lips glossed in saliva. âyâgonna let me take care of you yet?â
it doesnât surprise you when he chuckles, releasing the fat of your cunt from his mouth with a nasty pop! to rise up to his full height, bending over your body to entrap yours within his arms. your back arches as you tilt your head backwards to meet his gaze, boobs pressed up together.
he stares at you with an unreadable expression, though the prominent dimple sitting in his cheek pops. âthis was more than enough for me, ya little minx.â
â â
âif we get c-caught, iâll fucking kill you.â you whisper, hands curling at the edge of his office desk. your eyes repeatedly darted towards the unlocked door, right before you, where anybody could walk into his office and see their boss on his knees for you during his lunch break, eating you out.
he pulls away with a dreamy sigh, a firm grip on your ass jiggling the cheek. âa man canât enjoy his lunch in peace? not my fault âm starving.â thereâs a filthy string of your essence and his saliva that connects from his lips to your lower ones.
âget real!â you hiss at him, despite the familiar feeling of heat licking at your limbs. âyou asked me to bring your lunch andâ ohhh!â your words soon die in your throat as your head rolls forward, and your bottom lip now tucked beneath your teeth. the warmth slide of his tongue at your clit has your nails scratching the surface of his desk, and your back curves into him.
âyou worry too much,â gojo mumbles, before pressing a kiss to your pussy. he feels it throb against him, as he hums and runs the pad of his fingers against your messy folds. you shudder at the stimulation, your hips subconsciously grinding down on his fingers to follow his wavelength. with a smug smile, âsee? at least yer pussyâs honest wimmeâ just lemme take care of her.â
âf-fucking bastard.â you grit through your teeth, though you make no objections. you could act high and mighty all you wanted, you never pushed him away whenever he offered to please you. it was almost like he solely got off on itâ your pleasure alone. âi h-hate you.â
âlove you too, princess.â he smirks, and you decide to brush off the tight squeeze at your heart at his words.
his tongue fucked into your hole yet again, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. you really couldnât get enough of thisâ of him. youâd repay him your gratitudes if heâd let you. youâd push him back, lay him down and suck his dick eagerly if only heâd let you. you wonder the length of his cock, if it curves, how flushed his tip must get or how much pre leaks from his slit. you want it so bad, and fuck if only heâd let you. but,
he doesnât.
he gives and gives but never takes. heâll call you and tells you heâs in dire need of eating you outâ of making you cum, and the minute you return the same energy, he finds an excuse to walk away. youâre slowly losing your mindâ you crave the taste of him on your tongue, to hear how whiney he sounds once his tip hits the back of your throat, or how pretty heâd look with his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and hips thrusting uncontrollably into your mouth.
âtoruuu,â you whine, tilting your head back. tears build in your eyes as they accumulate at your lash line. your bottom lip juts, a soft pout resting on your lips as you flutter your lashes at the man behind you. even with a mouth full of your pussy, his eyes never lie. âcâmon, lemme return theâ ngh, favour,â you feel a beat of a pause at your words, and you egg it on further. âi know youâre rock hard. . . you c-can put it in, i wonât, mmhmâmind.â
he swears he cums. he swears he feels his balls tighten and release hot and thick strings of cum in his slacks, briefs tainted white with shame. you were going to be the death of himâ you and your doe eyes, glossy lips and perky ass. it grows sticky between his thighs, but his hips twitch as his throat erupts a guttural groan.
âyou canât just fucking say that,â gojo whines, nuzzling his nose into the cleft of your ass. heâs whimpering against your skin, breath warm and moist as his panting grows heavier by the second. you shake your hips against his face, batting your full lashes, and he groans even louder. âyou have no idea what you do to meâfucking hell.â
âenlighten me then.â you reach your hand out to fluff his pile of damp hair. he instinctively leans into your touch, peppering kisses all over your skin. youâd never thought youâd have the gojo satoru on his knees for you, demanding you let him please you. âlet me suck your dick toru, âm real good at it.â
his breath hitches in his throat and youâre positive youâve finally got him. heâs going to cave in and sit on his office chair, pull his pants down and let you handle his mess. heâs going to realize heâs wasted plenty of time pushing the idea away the second you swallow his length whole andâ
âiâm sure you are,â gojo speaks, but you can tell thereâs a but following. you sigh, and he offers a sheepish smile in return. âbut you know âm good here. just wanna make you feel goodâ your pleasure is mine, i promise. trust me on that, yeah?â
all arguments are thrown out the window the instant his lips latch back onto your sloppy ones.
â â
âuhn uhn. . . âs too muchhh!â you whine, squirming in his lap in attempts to run away. your clit ached almost painfully, repeatedly abused by the vibrations of the toy gojo had stimulating. the soft hums of the vibrator echoed in the room in harmony with your pleads, but gojo was a sadist and unfortunately you mightâve been a masochist. âc-canât cum anymore!â
âaweee, but of course you can!â he kisses the sensitive skin on your neck, before nuzzling his nose into the crook. his legs spread wider to further open your shaky ones, and his free hand cups at your breast. âyou pussying out on me, baby?â
no, you were not. âof c-course not,â you muster to glare at him through the reflection of the mirror before you both. piercing blue eyes never left your body for a second, drinking up every reaction you had to offer him. you nearly felt . . . shy at his gaze. âjust hurts a little, fuckkk, you mean b-bitch.â
âmmhm.â gojo nods, fingers tweaking at the buds of your stiff nipples. he rolls the bud between his knuckles, drawing out broken moans out of you as the consistent buzz of the vibrator at your pussy doesnât let up. he presses another kiss, at your temple, âyouâre my good girl, i donât expect otherwise.â
you bite your lip, cheeks flushing in what feels like embarrassment. him and his damn praises. he knows what heâs doing to you, rosy lips tugging into that smirk as his facial expression scream smug. you wish you could punch the bastard right in the face, but that thought is quickly gone when he pinches hard at your tits.
âshittt,â you mewl, grinding your hips down on his. you feel his bulge poking at your assâ so hard and prominent, proof of his arousal. his lap is drenched in your juices, evidence of multiple rounds seeping into the material of his sweatpants. âso fuckinâ good, hnng, youâre sooo fuckinâ good to me.â you raise an arm to grab at the base of his neck, threading your fingers through his soft locks.
you ooze sex appeal, everything you do and say so erotic, and gojo is easily your slave. âyeah?â he mumbles into your skin, though he looks at your reflection through snowy lashes. your back arches sinfully, ass pressed so snuggly against his lap and your pussy leaking buckets worth of cum. âtell me, what else am i?â
the vibrator attacking your clit has your left leg shaking uncontrollably, the knot in your stomach quickly tightening. you chew on your bottom lip, eyelids resting shut as you focus on spewing your next words, carefully selecting them. you canât help the chuckle that reaches your mouth instead of a moan, âa bitch.â
âoh?â gojo cocks an eyebrow, another chuckle now audible despite it not coming from you. he drags the vibrator down your slippery folds and all the way back up to your clit, and you tighten your hold on his hair. âthose werenât supposed to be your next words, sweetheart.â
ây-youâre a bitch,â you continue regardless, and gojo canât deny heâs attracted to you for your sheer audacity. heâs always been a fiend for a good challenge. âwonât even let me give you headâ ngh, thought i was the one with a pussy.â
âyouâre wounding my ego here,â gojo slides his hand from your tits and trail it all the way up to your mouth. he spreads your lips with two fingers, before hooking them at the corner of your mouth. âcallinâ me a pussy? thatâs a low blow, baby.â
you squint at him through the foggy mirror, applying pressure to the bulge poking at your ass. you smile when he groans into your ear, âyou got a small dick or somethinâ? gotta sayâ fuck, s-sure doesnât feel like you do.â you throw your head back onto his shoulder, lips grazing over the shell of his ear, âshould i check for myself? hnng, see if satoru owns a pussy?â
thereâs a click in the air and suddenly the humming of the vibrator stops. finally. had you finally blown his fuse? ironically, your clit secretes more liquid as the idea of him finally pulling his pants off and dicking you down comes to mind. once his pride deflates, he does whatever he can to prove otherwise.
youâre sure youâve got him.
âheh, youâve got some nerve.â gojo snorts, and you donât register how heâs manhandle you to the floor, hands holding your entire upper body steady as your thighs now wrap around his shoulders. the position has your back arched like a cat, and you raise your head up to watch him confusedly through the glass mirror.
two firm hands grip at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he licks his lips hungrily, âitâs lookinâ like youâll never know.â he bares his fangs at you, and you sigh before he feasts again.
â â
it doesnât feel right. none of it does. itâs nowhere remotely near cheating, and yet, as this man litters your neck and chest with loving kisses, you feel your stomach churning in guilt.
here he is, offering himself to you, willing to give you what youâd been deprived off since youâd started your arrangement with gojoâ willing to rock your world, bump hips and coax an penetrative orgasm out of youâ but all you could think about was how wrong this all felt.
though a pleasant smell, these sheets donât smell like him. they donât feel like him either. instead of wide cerulean eyes and untamed white hair is stern brown eyes and kept blonde hair. where should be blotches of red on flawless skin is stress lines infused skin.
you felt awful, burning touches trailing between your thighs instead of that electricity that had your stomach twisting with butterflies.
âis everything alright?â the man pulls away from your legs, and questions. heâs so kind, willing to ask how youâre feeling in the midst of it all, and all you can think about is gojo.
no, nothingâs fine. âyeah, iâm good.â you lie, offering a smile. youâre a good liar, and it seems he falls for your words as he proceeds, pushing your panties to the side and works his tongue into you.
his movements are calculated and measured, paying attention to all areas of your cunt. he eats you out good, thereâs no denying so, has your toes curling and back arching off his mattress. you lower your hand to tighten his locks, but even that feels wrongâ itâs not as fluffy as gojoâs. you think you feel hair gel between your knuckles.
your mind runs a mile an second, overwhelmed by the sole idea that you were offering your body to another man. gojo wasnât yoursâ not in the slightest, and yet, as he sucked on your clit and gripped at your thighs, your chest felt unreasonably tight.
you couldnât do this any longer.
âwaitâ wait, please stop.â you push his head away, bottom lip quivering. he pulls away instantly, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your cunt. you feel sick at the confused look on his face. âi canâtâ i canât do this. iâm so sorry.â
the man stares at you for a moment, though never maliciously, and you feel like wanting to crawl into a hole. he nods his head, before pushing your panties back to where they belong, and pushes himself up. silence fills the air for a while, and youâre holding back tears. youâre not sure why, though.
âitâs gojo, isnât it?â he asks, though heâs not posing a question. he knows, surely everybody knows that you belong to him in both body and soul, but this has only been a recently found discovery for you.
your silence speaks volumes, and the man nods once more.
âyeah, thatâs what i thought too.â
â â
to say he was surprised was definitely an understatement. he wasnât expecting you to show up at his place, despite already having given you a key to his apartment.
you barged through his bedroom door, a location you were already too familiar with and unknowingly had become so accustomed to. your chest is heaving as if youâd ran a marathon before showing up here, and he wants to kiss the pout off your lips. âpants off, now.â
gojo rises from his bed to stand at his full height, a surprised smile stretching onto his face. âwoah, at least take me out on a date first! iâm not just some whore.â his hands comically rise up in surrender, and your frown deepens.
âwhy wonât you let me give you head?â you ask him before you can even process your choice of wording. when his brows jump to his hairline at your boldness, you feel your face warm in embarrassment. âi mean seriouslyâ am i the problem?â
âwhat?â gojo blinks, taking quick strides towards your fuming self. he shakes his head feverishly, âno, thatâs not it at allââ
âthen why do you keep rejecting me?â you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. you probably look and sound desperate, but the truth is you were. the first few times could be deemed funny, but thereâs so much rejection a girl can take before it starts to become an insecurity. âwhy do you keep pushing me away? am i that unattractive to you?â
youâd never seen him look so panicked in his life. had it been under any other circumstance, you woulda laughed at the way his pupils blew widely and how his hands started waving all over the place, âno! jesus, are you kidding meâ have you seen yourself? what sane man would think thatââ
âwhat sane man wouldnât want sex?â you bite back, and heâs taken aback. you see it in the way the words in his mouth die down, the way his body stills just slightly, the way his arms drop to his sides. you continue, âwhat sane man wouldnât want head? what sane man solely focuses on pleasing a woman and not himselfââ
âhey,â gojo frowns. âany sane man would aim to please his partner first and foremost.â
âwell usually sane men accept the favour when offered back to them!â you counter, and once more, gojo was cornered into the wall. he remained quiet, an ideaology uncharacteristic to a man like himself, and waited for you to get it off your chest.
âitâs just. . .â you sigh, licking your lips. and he watches you, intently. youâre almost too embarrassed to say it, but enough was enough. âi just donât get it! iâm thinking itâs because iâm unattractive to you butââ
âiâve literally came in my pants from eating you out.â he interrupts, raising an eyebrow. your face deadpans as does his. heâs dead serious too. oh that bastard, âmultiple times, may i add. try again.â
âthen it has to be you think iâm dirty.â you assume, and he tilts his head to the side with an expression that screams âseriouslyâ. your annoyance builds up the more he looks at you like youâre crazy for him denying you of his pleasure. âi can assure you iâm cleanâ iâm not some fucking whore.â
âand i can assure you that thought has never once crossed my mind.â gojo snorts, body language now looser. his hands sit in the pockets of his sweats, a taunting smile on his lips. âwhatâs the next excuse?â
âoh thatâs rich coming from you,â you sneer, poking your finger at his chest. he snorts again, and you feel like youâre about to lose your mind. âwhat else could it possibly be? youâre so fucking confusing, toru, i have no idea what goes on in your mind!â
âyou, all the time.â gojo shrugs as if itâs the most obvious thing. he says it as if you asked him if the sky was blue or if grass was green. âyou go through my mind all the time. itâs that simple, really.â
âstop the bullshit, satoru.â you frown, pinching the bridge of your nose. your head was starting to ache, and youâd come for closure on this torment, but of course he had to stretch it out.
âbut iâm being so serious?â he tilts his head. âit really is just you. you donât think i want your lips wrapped around my cock? to feel how tight your pussy would be around me? seriously?â
âthen why donât you let me?!â you sigh exasperatedly, throwing your arms in the air. you didnât understand this at allâ you were both on the same page here, so why didnât he let you? was he ashamed or something?
he goes quiet again, and youâre contemplating on storming out of his room. you give him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to decide on whether he wants to finally tell you the truth or find another plausible excuse that would have you drive back home.
thereâs this look of embarrassment all over his face, his eyes unable to look at you. he scratches the corner of his mouth, lips tugging into a sheepish smile. âiâm. . . scared. kinda.â
you blink at him. âwaitâ are you a virgin?â
âno!â he immediately defends himself, and you raise an eyebrow at his sudden eagerness. he waves his hands around again to affirm his statement, âiâm not!â
âso. . . youâre a slut?â you ask instead, and he face palms himself. the nerve he had, to face palm himself when heâs giving you the faintest of clues. what were you supposed to understand from that alone?
ây/nnnn!â he drags out your name childishly, the skin of his cheeks flushed a bright pink. he hides his face in the palms of his hands, as if to cower himself away from this discussion. you think the sight is cute actuallyâ a grown man shy about his sex life. how ironic.
âjust spit it out.â you tut and he peels his hands away from his face. your eyes narrow as you wait on his answer, watching him fidget with his fingers and shy his gaze away from you. the wall at your side had to be so damn interesting if he couldnât hold eye contact with you.
you sigh, âi promise i wonât make fun of you.â
your word alone seems to offer some sort of comfort. his lips part to speak, but it feels like an eternity and a half before words finally come out. âi. . . i donât wanna embarrass myself in front of you.â
now youâre confused. âwhadya mean?â
he grumbles, lips falling into that pout he does whenever he doesnât get something done his way. thereâs a crease in his brows, a frown so deep youâre worried you said something wrong.
âi didnât want to give you the ick, okay?â gojo finally sputters, the blush on his cheeks now spreading down the base of his neck. he can feel his heartbeat thudding excessively loud against his rib cage, and his hands are starting to get moist.
woah, he must be really embarrassed. but about what? was he insecure about his penis?
âwhy would you give me the ick, toru?â you speak slowly, not wanting to scare him off. you take a step closer to him when you notice he took one back, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. your thumb rubs at his skin in what you hope is a soothing manner.
his eyes shift from the wall to your gentle touch. his bottom lip quivers and he takes in a big breath, before redirecting his gaze on you.
âbecause youâre you and iâm me!â he starts off, as if ready to confess everything. you take it as a good sign however. âitâs you weâre talking aboutâ god, youâre so pretty and sexy and kind, and so attractive it fucking hurtsâ iâve literally busted to your taste alone! iâm so fucking whipped itâs embarrassing. i literally think about you all the timeâ in bed, in the car, in the showerâ i think about how good you smell and how sweet you taste and how addictive your smile is! all i have to do is think about you and iâm instantly hardâ iâm like a fucking dog you trained!â
for once today, youâre left speechless.
âand- and,â he continues, âi had to master self-control. me, satoru gojo, had to learn to hold myself back. do you know how many times iâve nearly folded? hm? how many times i almost caved in and damn near ripped your clothes off with my teeth? youâve turned me into an animal! iâve wanted you for an eternity, but i know myselfâ i wouldnât last a second with my dick in your mouth! thatâs what iâm scared of, iâm scared of embarrassing myself to you and youâll run off or something and iâll end up rotting and dying alone from embarrassment andââ
âokay, okay.â you hold a hand up to cut off his rant. he was starting to babble, and soon he would flow into an inescapable hole of self-wallowing. âi think i get it now.â
heâs breathing heavy, pupils blown wide. his lips are quivering and you can tell heâs really anxious of your answer. youâd never seen him so shaken, as if your next words would make or break his entire world.
well, here goes nothing. âi hooked up with another man.â you think you heart his heart shatter in his chest. his face goes slack as does his body, and he immediately reverts his eyes away from yours.
âoh.â
you realize you couldâve started a bit differently. âit didnât really go far, because i was so preoccupied thinking about you.â you sigh shakily. âeverything felt wrong, even when i tried convincing myself it wasnât, but i couldnât help but think of you, even with another man around.â
gojo remains quiet, and youâre not even sure where youâre going with this. what are these feelings youâre feeling?
âlisten, i donât know what that guilt was but i know i never want to feel it again.â your hand proceeds to run at his skin. he hasnât pushed you off yet, so youâre hoping itâs working. âthis whole time i was thinking i was unappealing to you, and youâre afraid of flattering me?â
gojo shoots his head up at that, âflattering you?â
you snort, loving the dumb look on his face. he didnât have a fucking clue, did he? âdo you have any idea what that would do to my ego? knowing i was able to make you nut off of head alone?â
âheyyy, donât go using it against me!â he whines, pouting. ââs your fault anywayâ how is somebody that perfect? i donât get it, youâre genuinely unreal. i almost donât like it.â
well he surely knew a way around with his words. you giggle, sliding the hand around his bicep up to the back of his neck. your other arm mimics, as your fingers card through his undercut. you can feel him shuddering beneath your touch, and he instinctively cups at your waist.
ânow that i know your reasoning, iâm not gonna pressure you into anything you donât wanna do.â you stare him up through your lashes. you werenât sure how you didnât see it before, but now they everything is clear, you swear you see hearts swimming in his orbs. cute. âbut, you wouldnât scare me off, toru. i canât believe iâm saying this but i might be stuck with youâ you say youâre a trained dog, then what does that make me? thought about you while another man ate me out.â
he frowns at that. oops. âhe wasnât better than me. . . was he?â
ânever.â you shake your head, and feel the way his shoulders sag in relief. âand if it makes you feel better, we didnât kiss and i never gave him a blowjob.â
heâs still pouting, but his nose scrunches in the way he does when he wants you to drown him with attention. when had you start noticing these details? âit does. . . i guess.â
âtoruuu, you have to forgive me.â itâs your turn to pout, nails scraping at his scalp as your lashes flutter. you rise to the tip of your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lipsâ lustless. thereâs a soft smack that separates both your pair of mouths, and you see the corner of his mouth threaten to twitch into a smile. his hold on your waist tightens and pulls you in closer. âwant me to show you just how sorry am i?â
âmhm,â he mumbles, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips. he wants them back on his, and thatâs exactly what he does, leaning forward to seal another chaste kiss. when he does pull away, itâs just slightly, tips of your noses still grazing one another. he bumps noses with yours, âprove it tâme.â
your cheeks feel like theyâll split with how widely youâre smiling, but that ends as soon as it came, when he lunges forward to kiss you again.
his jaw slacks as he ravishes your lips, tongues sloshing as he releases pretty moans into your mouth. you fed him everywhereâ his tongue dancing at the roof of your mouth, his hands caressing your ass, the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest vibrating against your own.
you walk forwards, lips never leaving his, as his steps move backwards. he tastes as sweet as always, a faint cherry flavour resting on his taste buds. soon enough heâs laid on his back on his own bed with you hovering him, your thighs resting at his sides. his hands grip at the meat on your legs.
ââm gonna make you feel so good,â you pull away from his lips and trail your hand down his torso, all the way to his briefsâ waistband. âyouâve never had anything like it.â surely enough, heâs harder than heâs ever been, the outline of his cock seeping through the material of his pants. your hand slides lower to cup at the bulge, feeling up on his dick through your fingers, and he whines into your mouth, hips thrusting up into your touch.
âp-please, iâmâ oh fuckkk,â he begs, moans croaking out of his throat as you slip your hand into his underwear. your touches are light, wanting to tease him as you collect endless beads of pre cum at the tip of your fingers. his hips never cease to buck into your palm, desperate for more.
âenough waiting, hm?â you tug down at his undergarments, and immediately get slapped in the face. his dick is nothing to scoff atâ youâd only seen and felt it through the material of his pants, but now that it was bare and right before your eyes? his length had nothing on your imagination. with a pretty pink mushroom tip, vein throbbing on the underside, heavy balls and a cute curve to the left, his dick undoubtedly had your mouth watering.
heâs twitching sans cease, as if it had a mind of its own.
âcanât believe you were holding out me, toru,â you lick your lips, laying flat on your own stomach, between his legs. heâs pushed up on his elbows, watching as you stroke his cock languidly. âyouâre so mean.â your fists tightens at the top of his cock, thumb rubbing at his oozing slit, before loosening your hold as you lower to the base.
he gulps, hands scrunching at the duvets beneath him. youâre giving him these eyes, and your fleeting touches on his dick will surely have him lose his mind. âstop teasing meee, iâllânghh!â you kiss the tip of his cock,
and in the blink of an eye, he cums. your eyes shut as ropes of hot, white cum shoot at your face, from all different kinds of directions. he cums, and itâs a lot. it almost feels never ending, as does his cries. his back arches and his hips hump the air, cock twitching uncontrollably as it erupts.
âoh noooâ shit, ngh, fuckâ canât help it!â veins bulge in his forearm with how intensely heâs gripping onto the covers. you think itâs rather adorable, how easily overwhelmed he gets.
it takes a lifetime for his high to come down. and through it all, youâre pumping at his cock, milking him for what he has to offer. silently of course, youâre not even sure heâd be able to hear anything you have to say with how vocal he is.
when it all becomes too much, he starts shivering from oversensitivity, and his cock jumps weakly. you pull your hand away, and his dick falls onto his lower stomach. heâs breathing heavily, head thrown back as you clean the cum off your face. you pop a finger in your mouth, he tastes sweet. âhm.â
âjust,â gojo pauses, taking another deep breath in. the ceiling must be real interesting for him. âjust go on with it. but donât say i didnât tell you so.â
you smirk, now popping the finger out of your mouth with a wet plop! âyou really werenât kidding.â
hmm can anybody guess who the âmystery manâ you hooked up with is ? đ
#renaâstar.#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo headcanons#gojo thirst
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The Best Dreams Come in Threes
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ââ rafayel x reader x xavier
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ââ about: Rafayel and Xavier have always been there for you. One is your fire, your passion, the twin flame to your temper. The other is your light, a guiding beacon, your twin star. So when you have a nightmare, they take it upon themselves to comfort and remind you of their unconditional devotion. Even if it does lead to competition every now and then.
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ââ word count: 7.5k (mf...)
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ââ warnings: mdni, smut, it's just nasty, threesome, jealousy, somnophilia, oral, pussydrunk boys, breeding kink, double penetration, slight spoilers
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ââ a/n: apologies to the two random strangers on the plane that I sat next to when the idea of this fic possessed me. I really, really hope you didn't read anything I was frantically writing down in the midst of me finishing my work report cause that shit was nasty.
art credit and inspiration due to the wonderful @/sakimenz
Lonely star, who do you shine for?
The weight of all your pasts- of all your futures- the guilt and pride you carry will only cause you to collapse, and all that will be left will be an all-consuming black hole.Â
Your desperation wonât bring your sun back.Â
Lonely king, donât you know a kingdom devoid of life is a crown devoid of purpose?
You were the fire that left them, and all you have to show for the betrayal is a drowned memory and a heart wrenched from your chest, a broken promise and a forgotten story.Â
Youâve changed with each lifetime, but youâll forever be at the mercy of fate.Â
And you? Youâre the very curse that haunts them.Â
Claws, so cold they burn, emerge from the darkness before piercing through flesh, tearing through muscle and bone as they dig into your ribcage, dragging you down into the shadows. Drowning, falling. Youâre spiraling through lifetimes of failure, lifetimes of pain both your own and not, all while the claws dig closer and closer to your heart, clutching the muscle like a songbird in a cage.Â
Itâs the price, the price you must pay for all this pain youâve caused, for dooming a star and killing a god.Â
The clawed hand wraps around your heart, the piercing into the fluttering pulse faster and faster untilâ
You wake up crying.Â
A hot trail of tears slides into the pillows, and a sniffle rakes through your body, the sudden movement causing a subtle disturbance to the two forms still sound asleep on either side of you.Â
Funny, you canât remember a thing, but thereâs a painful throb in your chest. Youâll take another dose of your heart medicine in the morning.Â
But for now, your bedroom is still dulled by the pale blue moonlight filtering through the curtains, and youâre in no hurry to get out of the warm covers and their embrace.Â
The nightmares have become routine at this point. You never remember what they are, but you wake up with a sense of fear and dread, as though you can feel the pain all over again. Itâs best not to think too much about it.
Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you inhale shakily one last time, trying to shake off the looming feeling when the arm around your waist shifts, tugging lightly at your loose sleep shirt before slipping under to massage the skin beneath. You let out a soft sigh, a light shudder going through your body as the gentle hands work away the tension.
âThe same?â Rafayelâs words are slurred with sleep and concern, hot breath dancing along the crook of your neck as he props himself up on his elbow. You nod.
Rafayel makes a small, displeased noise before his other arm pulls you closer, his bare chest now flush against your back. The sudden movement forces Xavier, who was once tucked against your shoulder, further away, grumbling at the loss even in his sleep.
His face scrunches, brows furrowed together before the corners of his lips turn downward, and he blindly reaches for you. He eventually finds the curve of your waist, and his hand tightens on the fabric of your shirt as it slides in above Rafayelâs.
A huff, and Xavier buries his face back into your chest, his warm breath tickling you. And then, gentle snoresâ you should've known better than to think that would be enough to wake him.
Rafayel, still pressed firmly against your back, begins to move, propping his body up just enough to look you in the eyes as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek. "Wanna talk about it, cutie?"
âI⌠I think you were there, both of you. But it felt lonely, painful.â
Rafayel's face contorts into a worried expression, his hand moves down your cheek, cupping your jaw, and you lean into his warm caress with a sigh.
You place a kiss on his palm. "It's okay, just a scary dream. Nothing real. Nothing to worry about." You repeat it, more to yourself than Rafayel, but his arms wrap around you anyway.
And yet Rafayel looks at you with a deep furrow in his brow, a seriousness youâve almost never seen on him.
You give him a questioning look, but his lips press to yours in a searing kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. He pulls away only for a second, whispering sweet nothings against your skin before returning his lips to yours, the hand cradling your face slipping down to rest on your hip.
He kisses you softly, gently. First pressing a trail of light, chaste kisses along your jaw, the corners of your mouth, and nose, then moving back to your lips. âWeâll never leave you. Weâd tear through every universe, every destiny to get back to you.â
Strange, how Rafayel says it with all the reverence of a vow.Â
You want to tease him for the sudden declaration, for making all this fuss over a stupid dream, but you never have the opportunity, not when Rafayel's signature smirk settles back onto his lips.Â
His hand slides down to your thighs, fingers teasing around the band of your sleep shorts, toying, pressing, but never crossing the self-imposed boundary of your clothes. âUnless, youâd prefer it if I proved it to you?â
âRafayel,â you warn, hoping your narrowed glare would dissuade him.
Of course the man only seems to take that as a challenge, smile widening as you flinch at the cold touch creeping under your shirt. One palm traces up your ribcage, long, nimble fingers rubbing circles against your skin until he brushes the underside of your breast.Â
You shudder, hissing out another string of curses before turning around so your back is to Rafayel.Â
Really, you should know better than to think that alone would be enough, and a hot trail of kisses now joins his wandering hands down your shoulder blade. They start innocent enough, sweet, lingering touches along the hem of your shirt, but that quickly changes when Rafayelâs arm under your shirt practically yanks it up, sucking wet, messy kisses into the bare curves of your chest.
Each nip against your sensitive flesh forces the possibility of sleep further and further away, and you resort to distracting yourself with the motionless silhouette of Xavier. Petting through his hair, your rhythm is jolted every time Rafayel decides to leave a mark, nails pulling through Xavierâs locks as you bite your lip on a moan.
You don't miss the curve of his smirk against your skin, and the next kiss is accompanied by a bite, hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp that stirs Xavier. Tense, you scan the blonde's face, but he's nothing if not a heavy sleeper, and he nuzzles further into your touch, still unconscious as his head tucks under yours.
You don't get to sigh in relief. Instead, a whine builds in your throat, the wet heat of Rafayel's teeth tugging on the strap of your underwear as he fists your sleep shorts down.
"Rafayel, stop it,â you hiss as his hot breath hits the already embarrassingly damp center of your underwear.
His smile grows, lips brushing against your clothed core as he tilts his head. âHmm? But you donât sound like you want me to stop. And she certainly doesnât sound like it either.â Two fingers dip under the band, and he parts your cunt with a lewd click.
Your face flushes in embarrassment, refusing to acknowledge just how easily your body gives in to them. One hand leaves Xavier, roughly fisting into Rafayelâs curls as he groans from the sharp pressure. âThatâs because you and Xavier refused to wear protection!âÂ
The accusation earns a hushed laugh, his shoulders shaking against the insides of your thighs. It would have been innocent, the same contagious sort of smile gracing Rafayelâs face, if not the shadows cast across his face in the dark, teeth gleaming like fangs as he traces his tongue up the entire length of your clothed cunt.Â
"Mâsorry, we thought you'd enjoy the mess," he says, words muffled over your thighs, nose practically buried in between. "How can I make it up to you, cutie?â
You donât get a chance to respond, not when Rafayelâs tongue dives into your clothed cunt, moaning against the soaked fabric as you gasp and force him closer by his hair. To muffle his sounds, you tell yourself. A pathetic lie considering how much louder he gets now, nose grinding up against your clit as his tongue tries to press into your fluttering cunt even with the barrier of cloth in between.Â
God, heâs addicted, and it doesnât take long until Rafayelâs spit and your slick soak through your underwear, the near-translucent fabric sticking to your lips as the bare minimum friction nearly drives you insane.Â
âSay it,â Rafayel whines, nuzzling his face against your inner thigh. âPlease, just tell me how badly you want me. Tell me, and Iâll do anything you ask.â
Like he wouldnât already.
But how could you ever deny him when he begs so sweetly?Â
Your palm cups his face, watching his near-wrecked expression and flushed skin tremble beneath your fingers. âIâm yours, Rafayel.â
And the fabric is ripped into pieces.Â
Refusing to even breathe, Rafayel places an opened-mouth kiss on your cunt, lapping up your slick with the most satisfied moan. He doesn't waste any time, not while your confession coated his mind with the sweetest type of intoxication, eating you out like he was depraved.
He might as well have been with how he moans, hips grinding desperately against the edge of the mattress, his not-entirely human tongue curling in and out of you as it writhes with terrifying accuracy against your walls.
It feels too good to be ashamed of the noises you make, gasping and crying out until you slam your palm over your mouth, biting down hard as the other claws into Rafayelâs hair. You can barely control yourself, half fighting to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, half rocking your hips up and down his face as you jerk him closer.Â
âMhm, greedy.â Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat before his words are muffled into your cunt, not baring to part for even a breath. âPull on it, please. Harder.âÂ
You tug Rafayelâs hair almost in vengeance when he purposefully kisses away from where you need him most, licking and sucking obscenely into your thighs just to hear your frustrated cries even over your hand.Â
He loved being used like this, so long as it was you.Â
So long as it was him that turned you into such a beautiful, pathetic mess.Â
It's not long until Rafayel pulls you close to the edge, nose pressing against your clit while thrusting his tongue into you, eyes rolling back from the taste and from the thought of your tight heat fluttering around his cock instead.Â
And then, he stops, pulling away and leaving you gasping into the tear-stained pillow.
You bite back a sob, releasing only a choked little noise that has Rafayel's eyes flicking up to your face, the soft, concerned look in his eyes melting into something far more dangerous.
With viciously dilated pupils and your slick dripping from his mouth, Rafayel stares you down as every inch the dangerous siren the legends claimed him to be. He smiles, tongue raking over his teeth as though he couldnât get enough of your taste, and you swear youâd let him eat your heart and soul. Gods, youâd let him eat you whole.Â
You realize you must have made a sound, because Rafayel hushes you, pressing quick kisses to your knee. "Aw, what happened to being quiet? Aren't you afraid we'll wake the poor sleeping bunny?"Â
At the mention of your other partner, you turn to where Xavierâs nuzzling his face further into your side, each warm breath damp against your feverish skin, still lost to the realm of dreams.
Not that Rafayel allows your attention to turn away from himself for too long.Â
He leans over Xavier, the hand that wasnât supporting his weight cupping your face, and his lips are crashing into yours with all the viciousness of a summer seastorm. Your lips part, and Rafeyel fucks his tongue into your mouth the same he did your pussy, wet and desperate, the taste of yourself enough to make you dizzy.Â
"Tell me,â Rafayelâs tone dips into something darker, kissing down your throat and stomach as he eyes Xavier. âWhoâs the better lover?"Â
Xavier's fingers flex, the tips brushing against the curve of your breast as he sleeps, and Rafayel's smile is almost predatory.
"D-don't ask stupid questions you dumb fish," your voice cracks as Rafayel's mouth ghosts over your cunt, teeth bared to your thigh, threatening to bite. "I chose you both."
The confession, as expected, doesn't please him. If anything, he seems overly offended, pouting and huffing a cold breath of air right against your aching core. The chill makes you squirm, trying to force him back to your center with the grip you have on his hair.
"No. Nope. That's not an answer."
"Rafâ"
His name breaks off in a moan, sound ripped from your throat as Rafayel's thumb starts rubbing firm circles around your neglected clit. He doesn't relent, the pressure too much, too quick, your body already trembling from the pleasure Rafayel knows how to torture you with.
Only, it seems that all your sudden noise and movement have finally begun to affect Xavier. Not enough to wake him, but enough that you can hear his breathing become heavier, following your every twitch and buck from Rafayelâs onslaught as his body begins to grind into yours.
Mumbling into your neck, Xavierâs hand tightens around your waist before slipping under your shirt to palm your breasts, squeezing and kneading until the touch has you keening.
Xavier's still fast asleep, nonsensical words slurred against your skin, and yet his body is now far from it. His erection is thick and heavy against your hips, grinding desperately into your warmth almost in time to Rafayelâs ministrations, whimpering under his breath with every forceful thrust.Â
Rafayel notices too, his gaze drifting up to the blond. You can't see his face, already busied between your legs once more, but a pleased hum vibrates through his entire body, fingers finally slipping into your cunt as he curls them just right, your back arching off the sheets with a silent scream.Â
Xavier whines at your sudden thrashing, tugging you closer and unknowingly forcing you immobile and at complete mercy to Rafayelâs unfairly skilled fingers. "Mhm, so warm. Please, mâwant to..." Another needy, slow grind against you follows his sleepy request.Â
"Rafayel," you choke out a muffled plea, but his eyes only narrow, taking a breath as his free hand grabs at Xavier's ass, the touch just light enough to tease and make him rut harder against you.
"What is it, cutie? Don't pretend like you don't want more, not when your pretty pussy's drooling for his cock. Sheâs so needy, am I not enough?â
Rafayel rests his head on the inside of your thigh, fingers thrusting roughly into that sweet spongy spot inside you just as his other hand wraps around the base of Xavier's cock through his boxers, thumbing over the pre-cum staining the dark fabric.Â
You're forced to bite down on the pillow beneath your head to stop the desperate cry tearing itself out of your throat. "This isnât- ah- isnât right."
"Isn't it? Youâre dripping and the little bunnyâs still asleep, yet look how desperate he is, rutting against you." Rafayel's voice dips, a raspy edge from his throat still fucking into you making it even more sinful, slurping everything you give him around his fingers before it drips down his wrist and into a puddle below. A huff, âI should get rewarded with how much effort Iâm putting in.â
You cry out, legs trembling as his thumb begins its relentless attack on your clit, tracing mindless circles just random enough to keep you on edge. You're close, and Rafayel can feel it.
Xavier isnât faring much better, whimpering a string of incoherent pleas into the crook of your neck as his hips keep rocking into the fist around him. He doesn't take his mouth away from the skin of your shoulder, biting down on it as he cums, shuddering and whimpering as the mess splatters down Rafayel's knuckles and onto your thighs.Â
âYouâre next. If you wonât be honest with me, Iâll make your body is.â Rafayelâs taunt is the last coherent thing you remember before you come. Hard. His words ring against your skull as his fingers pump into you faster, and the pressure against your clit becomes almost unbearable, and you're falling apart, crying and thrashing, the only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of Rafayel's weight and the scent of Xavier's strawberry shampoo, and thenâ
Rafayel finally shuts up to let you ride his face through your high, letting you use him as your thighs lock around his head, grinding desperately as though he were no more than a toy. No chance of breathing, no chance of escape.Â
Not that he could care less, not as long as he could keep his lips around your gushing cunt, humming and sucking into your release as cum sprays over his tongue and down his chin. Gods, he could never get enough of this.
You're still shaking through your orgasm, pliant and stupid from the dizzying pleasure, that you don't notice the rustle of sheets until a second pair of hands slide down your thighs.Â
"Youâre doing this without me?"Â
Xavierâs voice is a whisper, husky from sleep and his orgasm as he presses a kiss right below your ear, fingers squeezing rougher against your breasts.
"S-sorry. Didn't want to wake you," you try, biting back a gasp when his thumb flicks over a nipple. Rough. Mean.Â
Rafayel snorts. "I think it's a bit too late for that.â A glare at Xavier over your leg, showing off your cum still dripping from his lips and fingers. âBesides, I didn't need you."
You want to argue, really, but then Xavier is grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging just hard enough to push your head back, coaxing a moan from your throat as he marks down your neck with kisses intending to bruise. Heâs pouting, grabbing your jaw as he forces your gaze away from Rafayel, nipping your bottom lip until you surrender to his drowsy advances.
âWhyâŚâ Another kiss before Xavier's licking desperately into your mouth, âWhy didn't you wake me?"
The question comes out a little breathless, almost petulant, eyes hooded and dark as he looks over the mess Rafayel has made of you. He can't tear his eyes away, watching Rafayel even as he kisses you. His fingers flick over your nipple again, twisting and pinching until you're shaking, your thighs squeezing Rafayel's face, all while Xavier watches.
Said man only smiles, all smug arrogance. "Didn't you hear her, Xav? She said she didn't want to wake you, so don't blame me."
Rafayel drags a wet, open-mouthed kiss over your cunt, the overstimulation making you break the kiss with a gasp.
"Liar." Xavier's voice trembles, and you can't tell if he's referring to Rafayel's words, or the way he's staring longingly at Rafayel's lips now, still slick with your release. "You just wanted her all to yourself."
He doesn't bother giving Rafayel a chance to retort, taking the punishment out on you as he dips his head underneath your folded-up shirt, groaning as his hot tongue rolls over your nipple, sucking at the stiff peak as his hand continues to assault the other. The onslaught has you whimpering, pushing and clawing against Xavierâs shoulder to try and fight him off as he refuses to let go for even a moment.Â
Rafayel's not one to be ignored, not when he has the advantage, and his tongue is back to fucking into your cunt with no reprieve, a cruel smirk on his face as you writhe and beg for their mercy.
Your hips roll, torn between pleasure and oversensitivity, unable to escape either of the men. It's overwhelming. Too much, too quickly, you only just came and you're already getting dragged back.
"Ah! Stop, I'm already mhmâ"
You're interrupted by Xavier's tongue slipping into your mouth, a filthy, lazy slide that makes you grind up into Rafayel's tongue. It's like he doesn't even need to breathe, the wet, sloppy sounds of him eating you out drowned out only by the sound of Xavier kissing you senseless, pausing just to nip and suck at your breasts as though he'll get rewarded if he just tries hard enough.Â
"You want him to stop? Is the mermaid not enough to satisfy you, princess?" Xavier taunts, lips brushing against your ear as his hips push up, grinding his cock against your thigh. "If that's the case, perhaps we should switch. I can give you exactly what you want, remember?"
âShut up, Iâm the one making her cum.â
âOnly cause I wasnât awake yet.â
âYou snooze, you lose. Whose fault is that? Oh ya, yours.âÂ
They're at each other's throats yet again, practically clawing and snapping at each other, and you're helpless to try and intervene when they take their faux anger out on your poor abused body.Â
You can't think, can't focus, can't do anything but shake and pant and sob into the pillow, their combined weight on top of you, forcing your pleasure higher and higher.Â
âXavâ" He cuts you off with a kiss.Â
âShh, just take it."
You can't even tell whoâs sloppier anymore- Xavier fucking your mouth with his tongue or Rafayel still eating you through your second orgasm, the sudden hit of it thundering down your body.Â
âYou look so pretty when you come," Xavier moans into your lips, his eyes half-lidded and glazed, hand coming up to stroke your cheek as he watches you, a sharp contrast to the other still rolling against your swollen nipple, loving the way you jerk into his touch. Then a glare to the man below. "My turn.â
Your body is still trembling, Rafayel's merciless fingers not allowing you to come down from your high, aftershocks of hypersensitivity crashing down your spine as every muscle spasms. No more. No more, please. You canât possibly come again.Â
You don't realize youâre begging out loud, not until Xavier shushes you with another bruising kiss.Â
But it doesn't seem like Rafayel has any plans on stopping, not until Xavierâs hand skims down your thighs and yanks him up by the chain of his necklace.Â
Rafayel growls as he's practically forced off your weeping cunt, eyes bleary and unfocused as he fights the blond's grip. And god, he looks absolutely wrecked, spit and cum dripping from his mouth and chin, connecting his lips to your pussy in sticky wet strands before they break, and you feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock straining against his soaked boxers.Â
Xavier yanks him forward, pulling the necklace chain until he crashes his lips onto Rafayel's, all teeth and tongue, desperate to get a taste of your cum from his mouth. It's filthy, and Rafayel is the first to give in, still drunk off your taste and now Xavier's too.
"Mhm, you taste like her," Xavier whispers, pulling him closer until their bodies are pressed together, his mouth still moving against Rafayel's swollen, parted lips.
"Ya?" Rafayelâs grin is predatory, all fang and sin. "You wanna try too, donât you? Give in then, bunny, lie down for us.â
"I don't take orders from you."Â
Xavier scowls against Rafayel's lips, but you can feel his resolve breaking, his arm trembling where it rests against your thigh.Â
"No, you take them from her, and she asked us so, so nicely to make her come. You wouldn't dare deny her that, would you?â
The Lemurian is nothing if not dangerously persistent, one hand coaxing Xavier backward so gently you donât think he realizes how easily heâs falling, the other clawing down his abs as Rafayel bites against the erratic thud of Xavierâs pulse. Sharp and bruising, a silent promise for what to come. "Or do you wanna eat her out like I did? Have her ride your face while I fuck into her poor, desperate cunt? I can't decide, there are so many options."
âNo.â Itâs more a plea than a demand. Xavier's voice shakes with need, and you watch, dizzy and panting, as Rafayel's fingers slip underneath the waistband of Xavier's boxers. His fingers, still dripping with your cum, brush down the length of his cock, thumb circling the sensitive head and smearing the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from it. âYou had y-your turn.âÂ
He can hardly finish his objection, not when Rafayelâs thumb comes up to abuse his leaking slit, Xavierâs words slurring into a desperate whine as he practically collapses back onto his elbows. Immediately, Rafayel is atop him.
"A competition, then." Rafayel leans down to whisper into Xavier's ear, but the words are purposefully teased out loud enough for you to hear, âBut you lose if you cum first, and I get to fuck her.â
It's a low blow, a challenge he knows Xavier can't turn down.Â
A challenge that somehow has you poised once again as the torment and the reward.
And it's true, because the second the words register, the blond's eyes shoot open, and his cock jerks violently against Rafeyelâs palm, a broken sound leaving his lips as his eyes lock back onto yours with all the promise of a starving hunter.
"Deal.â
Xavier doesn't allow the agreement to go without a price. Something snaps, the bedroom flickering with a sudden darkness as all the light vanishes.Â
One moment, youâre lying against the bed, and the next Xavier manhandles you to your knees, one hand forcing your arms behind your back as he tugs you against him, the other pinning Rafayel to the mattress.
Rafayelâs the very picture of smug sin, the feral expression far more genuine, less threatening and much more amused as he nestles further into the pillows, one arm tucked lazily behind his head.Â
Cold fingers dance up your hips, and Rafayel drags your bare cunt over his thighs and onto his lap, a pleased sigh escaping his lips as you're pinned deliciously between his cock and Xavier's sculpted back.
"So needy, little bunny."
"Shut up. I'm not the one who's leaking."
Rafayel snorts, and before the two can start fighting again, you're leaning forward, a hand resting against Rafayel's abs as you cup his erection through his boxers. And when he moans you believe every myth, every fairytale singing the doom of sailors to a siren song, because every sound he gives you is addictive and sweet enough that youâd drown to hear it again.Â
Pulling Rafayel's cock out from his boxers, youâre stunned yet again by the slightly non-human beauty of it, heavy and thick in your palm, the flushed, ruddy tip already drooling precum as you thumb at it in vengeance. You know Xavier's watching from the way his own cock twitches against your back, hands digging bruises into your hips. Then, the warmth at your back disappears.Â
Instead, a pair of hands drag your ass up, forcing you into a deep arch as you scramble for purchase against Rafayelâs thigh and the bed below.
âCloser.â Xavierâs hand laces into your hair as he pushes your head down, forcing your mouth to nuzzle against the base of Rafayel's cock.Â
The movement pulls a gasp from both of you, your hot breath teasing the sensitive skin of Rafayel's shaft and forcing a shudder from his entire body.Â
Seeing the two of you completely at his mercy does terrible, horrible things to Xavier, and his fingers dig bruises into your hips as it takes him everything not to forgo the competition and fuck you right there.Â
"Good girl,â he hums, voice trembling as his grip tightens against your hair, giving you a harsh glare when you whine and squirm in his hold. "Now open."
You can't bring yourself to say no, not when the sight of Rafayel's eyes rolling back the second you do makes your stomach clench. His cock twitches against you as you lick at the copious amounts of cum leaking from his tip, then obediently wrap your lips around him.
With a smile that would have you shaking, Xavier leans down, barely able to continue guiding your head as heâs entranced with the mess between your legs, licking up the slick dripping down your thighs as he sucks against the delicate flesh, marking right over the sensitive bruises Rafayel had only just left behind.Â
 âThis- hah-â Rafayel curses under his breath, the single word breaking off into a moan, the sound muffled by his palm as his chest heaves. âThis is hardly fair.â
But his complaints feel half-hearted, not with the way heâs already rutting into your mouth, Xavierâs iron grip keeping you in place as Rafayel thrusts himself into your mouth in one breath. You yield pathetically quick, flattening your tongue against the slick underside of his cock, another stream of pre-cum flooding your mouth as you nearly choke on it all, unable to pull off to even take a breath as Xavier guides your head up and down in a steady rhythm that has Rafayel falling apart.Â
Itâs cruel, but you can't help each pathetic moan that gets muffed onto Rafayelâs cock, the vibrations forcing his back to arch off the bed, head rolling back as it thuds against the pillows, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps in shallow breaths.
You almost wish he would let you see his eyes, but then you'd miss the view of his chest, every muscle tight and twitching under his skin, the mesmerizing sight now blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. You can't resist reaching up, dragging your nails down his abs, watching his body jerk against every new line of red.
"Please,â you're not sure if the broken whimper belonged to Rafayel or yourself. âPlease, I can't wait anymore, wanna feel youâ fuckâ wanna fill you up again, please let me cum." It's like just the very thought has Rafayel keening, his hips jerking up into your hot mouth with reckless abandon as Xavier forces your spine up into a deeper arch.
You're nearly bent in half, the new angle leaving no part of you hidden from Xavier's hungry gaze as he watches you practically drool over Rafayelâs cock, lips meeting his pelvis as he breaches your throat.Â
Xavierâs going to win. He needs to win.Â
The thought makes him frantic, tongue fucking past the tight resistance of your cunt, his hand sliding up to tease at your clit. He won't be the one to finish first, not this time. Not when he's wanted nothing more than to feel your cunt gushing around him ever since Rafayel woke him up, ever since the two of you had the audacity to start this without him.
Rafayel canât last much longer, especially not when you bring one shaking hand down to massage his swollen balls, hardly in control of your own movements as you feel dizzy on the addictive combination from the lack of oxygen and pleasure as Xavier begins to eat you out like a man starved.Â
The roomâs filled with the sounds of each slick, messy movement, whimpers from the man beneath you and breathless pleas from the one behind, bed rattling with every thrust.Â
And yet youâre still so painfully empty. So, so, empty as your cunt flutters around Xavierâs tongue before he relents to kiss your clit once more, dragging a dissatisfied whine from you as you fight yourself off Rafayelâs cock.Â
"F-fuck me. Please," A sob, and you feel both Rafayel and Xavier shudder. "Itâs not enough. Want your cocks inside me, wanna cum on it. Need it, please-"
Oh, and when you beg like that, they should have known they never would have stood a chance.
"Shit."
"Ah, please-"
It's a blur. A rush of hands, of pleasure and pain, all of it colliding and dragging you to the edge. The room spins, the ceiling above you falling until the familiar, comforting feeling of slick muscle embraces you, grounding you as you focus on the erratic heartbeat between each ragged exhale.Â
You're still sandwiched between them, lying on Rafayel as Xavier's weight drapes across your back, head propped up on the former's chest as you stare blearily at his silver pendant, unable to move. You're not even sure if you can, not with the way Xavier's still gripping the backs of your thighs, spreading you open as he forces one leg higher up.
Then, the blunt head of his cock grinds between your folds.
Xavierâs pressing his forehead against your back, wrapping his arms around you before biting into the crook of your neck. "You mean it? Youâll let us come inside again?"
Rafayel laughs, a raspy sound still raw from his orgasm. "Well, we both lost. Now what, bunny? We can't just leave her like this, poor thing is trembling."Â
"Mhm,â Xavier forces you up, âWe both fuck her then."
His words only make you whimper, body jerking uselessly against Xavier's grip. His hands lift you as Rafayel flips you around so you're now facing the blond, flinching violently as his cock brushes your swollen clit, any semblance of protest quelled as Xavier pulls you into another messy kiss.Â
Itâs demanding, Xavier mumbling achingly sweet praises into your open mouth as he begins to press you down, faster, harsher, forcing you onto Rafayelâs lap in a reverse cowgirl as you slide down slowly, taking inch by inch of Rafayelâs throbbing cock. Thereâs hardly any blue left in Xavierâs blow-out pupils, too mesmerized by the slick mess youâre gushing down their thighs. And just when you begin to squirm, impatient and desperate, Xavier slows their pace even more.
"Shhh, we need to make sure you'll be able to take both of us."
Rafayel's hand is wrapped around your waist, thumb rubbing small circles into your stomach, and if it weren't for Xavier's arms locked around you, holding you upright, you would have collapsed the second Rafayel pressed into the spot his fingers had found.
"Look at you," he purrs, a low sound that has you gasping. "So pretty when youâre needy. Can you feel me?"
It's hard not to. Everywhere feels warm, and every slow thrust, no matter how gentle, has a small burst of ecstasy building in your stomach, a wave crashing higher and higher as the two of them slowly fuck you full. Just as youâre nearly seated all the way onto Rafayelâs length, Xavierâs palms come up to the back of your knees, folding them up and forcing you backward until youâre practically lying prone atop of Rafayel.
Your head lolls uselessly against Rafayel's neck, gasping at the force of the new position, and you're not sure if it's the tears in your eyes or the overwhelming pressure against your walls as they stretch around his cock that's making the world so blurry. Xavier soon follows you down, pressing you closer into Rafayelâs chest as his lips trail your jaw, your neck, your sucking against every sensitive spot behind your ears until you're distracted from the pain.
"You're doing so good, princess. Just a little more."
The sudden onslaught of pressure of both of you atop him has Rafayel flinching, and he hisses out a pained moan, hips jerking up into the slick heat of your pussy, and it's only Xavier's grip that keeps the two of you from slipping off.
"Hah- hurry up-" Rafayel's eyes are glassy, his head tipped back and face twisted in pleasure.Â
Strings of incoherent pleas are whispered against your ear, Rafayel marking up the left side of your neck while Xavierâs still busy with the right, that is, until Xavier switches sides, biting right over Rafayelâs marks until heâs pulled up into a desperate kiss.
The wet sounds of their lips are filthy and obscene, each hot breath and moan brushing past your ear as you writhe, pressed between them. Rafayel's cock is already swelling, twitching against the fluttering walls of your pussy, unwilling to fully pull out, settling to just grinding up in slow, cruel thrusts before something in him snaps and he switches to pounding against your abused walls.
Every time you think youâll finally come Rafayel switches pace, the obscene slap of skin on skin muffled only by your sobs and their kissing.Â
Youâre close, so so fucking close you feel your muscles begin to shake. Xavier only pushes you down further, every angle a new cruelty, smothering you between them, rendering you unable to do anything but take it.
Again, Rafayel slows, and you slur curses down at him as your thighs tremble from overstimulation, shaking violently until you feel something grab your calf. Xavier massages the quivering muscle, gentle until heâs suddenly pressing your knee higher and higher, going until itâs pinned to the mattress up against your head.
And now Rafayel is hitting impossibly deeper, abusing your poor g-spot with each thrust.Â
Xavier kisses your ankle, then calf, making his way up your leg until he can nip at your inner thighs now folded over his shoulder. And then you feel the pressure of his cock at your already full entrance. Xavierâs hand dips down between your bodies, trying to bully himself in alongside Rafayel, but his cock slides past your navel, slick and covered in your combined cum.Â
"No, no no, not gonna fit- ah- Xavier!"
Your words break off into a wail as he tries again, grinding closer so youâre tightly cradled between the two, Xavier leaning fully atop you both. A snarl grits through his jaw when his cock slips past again, readjusting you so your legs fall apart wider, the burn in your thighs turning delicious and overwhelming, pussy weeping around Rafayelâs cock as Xavierâs swollen, leaking head bumps against your clit.Â
Xavier watches the mess, every thrust and messy squirt of cum, brows furrowed and flushed a deep red, as he whines into your shoulder, "Please- can't stop- please let me fuck you too, you'll look so pretty with both of us filling you up, taking us so good- donât make me stop."
Heâs reduced to babbling against your neck, biting down hard enough to bleed when your cunt finally yields to him too, cockhead bumping into Rafayelâs as he slowly pushes in inch and inch, trembling from the combined pleasure of your walls and the violent throbbing of every vein now grinding together.
It's too much, itâs not enough, the stretch and the friction and the pressure leaving you fucked stupid, hands scrambling for purchase. Rafayel grunts when your nails drag across his thighs, his own hands coming to latch onto your wrists, pinning them above his head, forcing you motionless between them.
You can do nothing but sob, tears streaming down your face as your entire body convulses. And when they finally, finally bottom out together, the world goes white.
"Shh, you're alright," Rafayel soothes, although his voice is trembling, the sound broken as he tries to catch his breath. "Doing so well for us, cutie, so perfect."
Xavier growls, his hands grabbing the headboard. He's barely holding on, not with the way Rafayel's cock twitches against his own, your hot walls clenched tightly around the two of them as you beg.
"Please, can't- too much, more, I need-"
There's a broken sob, and then Xavierâs slamming his hips forward, fucking into you with a brutality he usually saves for Rafayel, the force sending the three of you rocking against the mattress, headboard splintering under the strength of his grip. The other leaves to thumb at your nipples, lips following suit as he rambles, drunk off your pussy, "These would look s'pretty filled, even more sensitive. Bet you'd let us milk you, fill you up even more."
"And here, you'll feel us here too, won't you?" A hand moves lower- whose you no longer are coherent enough to care- brushing over the swell of your abdomen, the slight bulge appearing and disappearing where both of them are thrusting violently into you. "Be a waste not to. Imagine it, a painted mess filled with us.â
And you are. You can't think about anything else, not with the way they're stuffing you fullâ every time Rafayel's cock would settle near your g-spot Xavierâs would ram back in, forcing the former up against your cervix before pulling out entirely, repeating the vicious rhythm as the pain bled into pleasure.Â
Tears stream down the side of your face, room spinning into dizziness until all that remains are the burning trails of their touch, the only things keeping you grounded.Â
Rafayel's sucking into your shoulder, biting the sweat-slicked flesh, and you can feel his hips begin to stutter underneath you, already reaching his high despite Xavier still pounding into you with the same intensity, desperate to catch up.
The moment Xavier feels Rafayel's release, it's over. Your back arches up against him, convulsing against their hold, your abused walls clenching down so tightly that youâre practically begging for them to come inside, sucking them in deeper and deeper until itâs impossible for them not to follow.
It's a violent orgasm, hot squirt of your cum drenching Xavierâs abs, the intensity of it causing Rafayelâs vision to white out too, unable to hear the desperate sounds of your moans, not when his blood is rushing past his ears.
Then, the world comes crashing back.
Rafayelâs panting, still thrusting weakly into the slick, tight heat as he emptied himself inside you, the sheer overload of it gushing down your legs and onto the sheets.Â
"Ah- Xavier," you whine, the sound muffled into his chest as Xavier continues to chase after his high, too lost in his late orgasm to pull out.
The overstimulation is torture, your body twitching and trembling with every sloppy thrust. The moment he finally pulls out, the mess follows, thick, white rivets leaking down your thighs, the sheer volume near damn concerning had you the capacity to focus on it.
Rafayel laughs, fingers swirling through the cum as though painting your thighs, "That's not going to be easy to clean up."
"S'gonna look pretty. Messy. Full." Xavier murmurs, still pinning the both of you beneath him as he collapses in exhaustion, fingers dancing over the small swell in your stomach. Pressing lightly, he watches in fascination as their mixed cum gushes out faster, and you whimper, gripping his wrists to stop before they get any more ideas.Â
You're not sure what's worse, the fact that they're both still hard and the way they're looking at you, or the fact that their words have your exhausted body already trying to recover, a shiver running through your sore muscles as the room's cool air brushes over the slick, sticky mess between your thighs.
"You're both so disgusting," you groan, the words coming out slurred and barely audible.Â
"You love it."
"Yeah," Xavier's agreement is soft and almost hesitant. "You love us."
"Yes, I love both of you. Now get the fuck off of me." A shove, your shaking arm barely affecting Xavier as he finally relents, a small smile on his lips as he rolls the three of you down into the bed, resting on your sides.Â
The muscles in your thighs scream in relief as theyâre finally placed down, every inch of your body sore and marked up in one way or another, every visible bruise and bite getting pampered in faux apologies by the two men snuggling up next to you.
Itâs a tangle of limbs, Xavier already claiming your chest again as he nuzzles into your breasts while Rafayel simply curls himself around your back. A hand there, an arm there, and a little more muffled bickering. Yet you all fit together, and sleep comes easy now.Â
And the nightmares never return.Â
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"So, you go against the hairs...that's right...and then with the hairs..."
"...is-- is this right?"
"Mmm. Now, clean your blade..."
You pretended to tidy the bedroom, sneaking glances up to Kento, and Yuuji, stood shirtless at the bathroom sink. Both had thickly lathered faces, and sharp razors, examining their faces in the mirror with absolute precision.
Sshhhhick. Swshswshswsh. Shhhhick-ck-ck. Swshswshswsh.
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Peach fuzz.
"...and so anyway, I said to Fushiguro, shadows are great but sometimes you gotta just hit a guy..."
Kento listened, quiet, his mind always calculating several threads while mentoring Yuuji; yet, he was distracted. The old school corridor bathed in orange evening light, setting Yuuji's hair aflame, to coral in rocks. With Yuuji's nattering profile illuminated, the edges of his cheeks blurred from their usual sharp relief.
Fuzzy.
"...like, Kugisaki gets it, but she's like, just a bit feral and..."
Kento wondered if Yuuji had noticed. Kento recalled he only noticed, when his grandfather brushed his jaw with one clawed-over old hand, softly mocking Kento's furry scowl in lilting Danish. Kento's eyes lowered to the floor, counting his own steps and thinking in one, two, three and thoughtful on four, five, six.
"...Gojo's great but it's hard to learn from a guy who's that far out of my league, y'know? So--"
"Itadori-kun."
Kento had stopped, straightening his glasses, looking out onto suburban skyline. Yuuji stopped with him, inquisitive. A train rattled through, distant, splitting through the sunset. Kento looked back to Yuuji.
"It's important to look tidy, at work. Professional."
Yuuji raised his eyebrows, elbows rounded as he held his arms out, looking down at himself. He shot Kento a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his head.
Fuzzy peach.
"...ah-- yeah...guess I've always been a bit scruffy, huh? My grandad used to tell me I'd never get a job with hair like this."
Kento hummed. He stepped forwards, and raised one long-fingered, broad hand to gently grasp Yuuji's jaw, tilting it back and forth in the amber glow. Yuuji's bottom lip drew up, his eyes wide in surprise.
"...Nanamin?"
"Has anyone taught you how to shave, Yuuji?"
Yuuji blushed, his eyes flicking away from Kento in a mortified little scowl, his jaw still clasped. Kento released him, clearing his throat and checking his watch.
"I think we're finished up, here. Do you have any evening plans, Itadori-kun?"
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"If you need to go over an area again, get more shaving foam-- not that much-- and repeat the steps..."
"...this is...tricky..."
"With regular practice, you can improve any skill, Itadori-kun. Unless you'd like a beard, which still needs management, you'll be shaving every few days, or more."
"...you always...look so tidy..." swshswshswsh.
"It takes effort." Shhhick. Swsh.
"Yeah right. I bet you wake up like that. Tie and all."
A deep, rumbling laugh. Yuuji's foamy, surprised face, looking so boyish.
You slid past the bathroom. You pulled your phone out, surreptitiously clicking a photo. Kento and Yuuji, leaning over the sink while Kento steadfastly instructed him, became your new phone background, and stayed as such for a full year.
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"Took a lot of portions to send him to bed with a full tummy."
Kento chuckled at you, his hair mussed and soft. Legs crossed in bed, with a book on his lap, he read to the sound of soft snores in the guest bedroom next door. The lamplight, low and warm, illuminated Kento's face in the gloom.
Stubbly.
You reached a hand out, brushing across his jaw, feeling its sandpaper rasp across your fingers.
"I think you were so busy teaching Yuuji," you whispered, scratching Kento's chin as he crumpled his lower lip up, "that you missed some patches yourself. C'mere."
You stood, walking to the bathroom and sitting on the counter, grabbing a razor and shaving foam. Kento's eyes twinkled at you, feigning annoyance. He walked to you at the sink, looking straight into the bones of you. He grasped your thighs, pushing them apart before settling between them, chuckling again as you lathered his face.
Shhhhick. Swshswshswsh. Shhhick-ck-ck. Swshswshswsh.
You felt a growing pressure between your legs as you focused on shaving Kento's jaw. Kento fidgeted, pyjamas tight and tenting. You bit your lip, smirking.
"...Mr.Nanami. I am trying to concentrate."
"Mmm, so am I, but it's...hard."
"Yes. I can feel that."
Another deep rumble of a laugh. Kento grasped your thighs tighter, pressing forwards into you. You gasped, taking the razor from his face as Kento nuzzled shaving foam into your giggling neck.
"Don't stop." He whispered, a crooked smile on his lathered face. "Concentrate, please, Mrs.Nanami."
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designs for a zine piece! enjoy some background story my illustration never needed under the read more (fair warning I did NOT edit this at all):
newbie mage apprentices Sam and Tucker who became friends bc they're kinda⌠the ones at the bottom of their class and struggle the most, for different reasons. they become besties over time and practice together!
except one night, something goes terribly wrong. they spent the last few nights preparing for a project, a bigger spell that needs an intricate circle with precise measurements to work. but when they try to activate it, wellâŚÂ
oops. they summoned a demon.
which is, for one, extremely illegal. only certified demonologists are allowed to summon demons because they're so dangerous. anything less than a perfect binding circle and thoroughly researched info on the demon, including their true name, is even remotely safe.
but, weirdly enough⌠the demon seems just as surprised as they are. as Sam and Tuck frantically try to figure out how to dispel the demon, they realizeâoh god, did their circle actually sufficiently bind the demon? it can't leave. they watch the demon tentatively poke it's claws into the air around the boundary, and watch it fizzle, retreating back with a strained hiss.
okay. okay, they can do this. without death looming over their heads, they can figure out how to send the demon back. it's cool, it's fine. except while they leaf through their books, they notice the demon watching them. it looks kind of⌠curious. timid. interested in what they're doing. it catches them noticing his staring, and it. apologizes? it seems flustered?
weird, okay. they keep looking, and the demon starts talking. at first, little comments to itself. mumbles that soon get just loud enough to hear. little âooh, is that a telescope?" and âis that what fire looks like up here?" and âthat must be for making charcoalâŚâ
Sam is the one brave enough to be like "are all demons as chatty as you??â and the demon gets flustered again, apologizing. says he's just never been topside before, he's only read about humans in tomes. oh wow is that the moon outside? it really IS blue up here! is it always blue? what are you doing up? I thought humans slept at night?
Sam and Tuck can't help getting pulled in with the demon's genuine curiosity. they're wary though, since they know demons can be clever, conniving. there's a number of ways a demon can get the upper hand on a summoner who has them bound. if he gets their full names, gets them to smudge and break the circle⌠there could also be ways they aren't aware of. so they consider their words carefully, but engage in some chatter while they research.
it's almost morning by the time they find a way to send the demon backâbut as they prepare the spell, the demon says WAIT WAIT and they stop, uncertain. the demon starts stammering out how this is weird but like⌠he really had fun tonight. he doesn't get to just hang out much, especially with anyone his age.
Tuck is like âhow do you know our ages??" and the demon points out "oh, you said something about Paulieâs 18th birthday party, so I thoughtâŚâ and they're both like oh shit we didn't even notice we did that?
âPaulina" Sam corrects in her dumbfounded stupor.Â
âRight, Paulina!" the demon snaps his fingers, but quickly loses his confidence when Sam and Tuck continue to stare at him like they're not sure what's going on. he coughs and fidgets and says âum, well, I was just wondering, I guess⌠if you wanted to summon me another time, I wouldn't mind. you see those circles there? yeah, that's what summoned me. the candles helped too I think. oh, it doesn't need all those runes though, probably don't want to redraw all those.â
Sam and Tuck are practically gawking, but⌠for some reason, this demon looks so sincere. so much like them, awkward and lonely and genuinely curious.
it's a bad idea. a terrible one, even. the demon probably noticed they're newbies and not demonologists. it could be hoping they make an error in their circle, or mess up a candle, or reveal their names on accident.Â
But, well. They're stupid. they're also eager for anything to help them in school, and too empathetic for their own good. they send the demon off with a yeah, no. they then think about it for a week, and end up summoning the demon against their better judgment.
the demon is shocked and so happy, they can't help but be a little endeared. they lay down some ground rules, take care to be as safe as possible⌠and soon, this demon that introduces himself as âPhantom" becomes a nightly visitor. they talk about their worlds, find out they share a lot of common interests, and help each other in their studies. which, hello, demons also study? bro are you serious??
they play games, laugh till their ribs hurt, and open up to each other on a far deeper level than anyone expected. over time, Phantom becomes a true friend.
Sam and Tuck quietly begin to lament the fact Phantom is stuck in that damn circle. they want to take him places, let him see the human world he seems so interested in. they want to paint his stupid claws and noogie him between his dumb horns and hug him.
but it's an astronomical risk. it's legal for a demonologist with a proper permit, but it's still considered a grave taboo to grant access to a demon outside a circle. there's just too much at risk. demons can be dangerous enough to lay waste to entire towns, take multiple teams of military-rank mages to take down.
they wouldn't risk it⌠if they hadn't snuck into the libraryâs restricted section and copy a page from a demonologist book that gives them good framework for a contract. they make some edits to it though, giving Phantom at least a little wiggle room to protect himself if need be. and allow him use of transformation magic so he can hide somehow. but they spend weeks making sure they have airtight wording to ensure Phantom can't cause anyone or anything any substantial harm.Â
when they finally bring the contract to Phantom, he's stunned. he cries. nothing needs to be said, they all know the gravity of their proposal. even if they ask for proof of Phantom's trust in turn, first. they ask for his full name, so they can bind him. just temporarily. but in that moment, they'll have full control over him. they could instead tell Phantom to serve them, force him to obey their every order. even if it's just for a moment, giving them his full name with the proper circle and incantation, is putting his life in their hands.Â
Phantom, with tears still in his eyes, smiles warmly and nods. with only a breath to steel himself, he gives them his full name. Daniel James Fenton.
magic sparks in the circle, and Sam and Tuck finish the incantation. ethereal chains sprout up to wrap around Phantom's arms and legs, which makes him jumpâbut the unwavering trust in his eyes makes the two humans choke up.
they release the binding. all that's left is to break the containment barrier in the circle, so Phantom can walk free.
âUh, about thatâŚâ Phantom laughs sheepishly⌠then proceeds to step outside of the circle, merely wincing when the barrier zaps around him.
Sam and Tucker gawk. Phantom scratches his neck. âY-yeah, so⌠your barrier circle was already broken that first night. It's, uh⌠right over there. You missed a spot.â
abject horror overcomes them because this entire time Phantom's been visiting, he could have broken out? EASILY?? THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD.
Tucker falls to his knees, but soon starts to laugh. it's kind of hysterical at first but slowly, he and Sam are genuinely laughing. they're so STUPID, and Phantom is the most un-demonlike demon they've ever HEARD of. Phantom is still flustered, stammering out apologies because he wasn't trying to deceive them or anything! he just didn't want to scare them! without a proper containment circle they technically couldn't send him back either, so he just⌠went back using his own magic each time they âdispelled" him.Â
once they've calmed down, Phantom morphs his body into a human formâwhich shock Sam and Tuck, because uh, only elite demons are capable of that. they were expecting an animal, or straight up going invisible. Phantom laughs it off, says he just, spent a lot of time practicing bc he's so interested in the human world (not a lie, but). he proceeds to adopt the nickname Danny, and they all have FUN WONDERFUL SHENANIGANS
(and sometime in the near future, when faced with something truly threatening he needs to protect them from, Danny reveals that. well. their contract also had some holes in it. and he's had access to his full demon power this whole time. whoopsie! it's a good thing he genuinely loves them and doesn't want to hurt anyone, or their asses would be SO dead lol)
they're about as normal about his full demon form as you'd expect from me btw:
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SHE'S A SUCCUBUS! â CHOSO KAMO
SYNOPSIS...as a sex demon, she can always sense the horny virgin boy whoâs dying to lose his virginity
INFO...choso x succubus!reader, sub!choso, virgin!choso, somnophilia, riding, overstim, creampie, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), slight ass eating, cum eating, doggy, squirting, choso is super needy and eager, not proofread
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Choso always felt left out when his friend would constantly talk about all the girls theyâve been with, all the experiences they had and what crazy shit they always got into. Heâd just sit there, silent. He couldnât relate to them not one bit. The closest heâs ever to having sex is his right hand or a sex toy. No girl ever looked his way, and his confidence was crushed. Theyâd only go after his friends, practically drooling over them. Not one of them spared a glance towards Choso.
He was begging to lose his virginity, dying to know what real pussy felt like, how soft tits felt in his hands or even some ass. God, donât even get him started on wondering what it feels like to receive head. His friends swear itâs the best thing ever as long as the girl knows what sheâs doing. He always watches porn, the women on their knees, slobbering all over the man dick like it was some divine dessert. He loved watching the way their pussies wrapped around the mans dick, just imagining how wet and warm it is. He was a lost cause. At this point, he was ready to pay someone to take his virginity. Literally.
And just like any other night, he goes back home, ready to fuck his fist to another average porn video before dozing off to sleep. Heâs been extremely horny lately, more than usual and he canât understand why. Not to mention the wet dreams heâs been having, waking up to cum in his pants like heâs a damn teenager. He doesnât know whatâs wrong with him, feeling the need to cum more and more everyday.
Hours later, heâs fast asleep, tossing and turning as he has another wet dream of someone riding him. He canât make out her face, but it feels so damn real. Everything does. Even her moans and the weight on top of him. âMmm,â he hums. His brows furrow. He can even hear the sound of skin on skin. His entire body feels like itâs on fire right now, like heâs been hit with some sort of sex pollen. Itâs more intense than ever.
Little does he know itâs not a wet dream, no, itâs you. The succubus whoâs been watching him for weeks, feeling his urgency to cum, to lose his virginity. Heâs summoned you without even realizing. And now you were riding him, gliding your wet pussy up and down his aching cock while he slept, waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes heâs no longer a virgin. He twists and turns when you run your clawed nails down his pale skin, smiling at the way he moans and whimpers in his sleep.
Choso couldnât take this overwhelming feeling anymore, forcing himself to wake up, prying his tired eyes open. But the feeling doesnât stop. The sounds donât stop. And certainly the woman is his dreams doesnt disappear when he opens his eyes. âWhaâahâwhat? WhoâŚ? Oh fuck!â He rasps, eyes darting around the room and over your naked body. âWhat the fuck? Oh my goddd.â As confused and scared as he is right now, he canât escape the pleasure coursing through him right now.
âShhh, shhh, just let me make you feel good. Youâve been dying for this havenât you? Iâm here to give you exactly what you want.â You slightly lean back, spreading your legs to let him get a clear view of the way your pussy sucks his cock in.
He looks at you with awe and confusion, but he canât help but give in, moaning so sweetly when you fully sink down. âWhoâŚwho are you?â He gasps, eyes widen when you clench your pussy around him.
âI know when cute virgins like you wanna lose their virginity. You summoned me, accidentally. Youâve been so worked up lately, huh? Well,â you smile, âthat was because of me.â His cock twitches inside of you, your hips bouncing faster and harder, watching the way he mouth falls open.
âFuck, fuck! Itâs feels so good,â he heaves, breathing heavily. His cheeks dusted a light pink. âI donât wanna cum just yet, please slow down. Please, pleaseânnghhh, fuckkkk.â Choso didnât stand a chance, shooting sticky ropes of cum into your pussy, his entire body quivering with how intense his orgasm was. âPlease, slow downâah, oh my god. It feels too goodââ His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you kept fucking him.
âIâll keep fucking you till thereâs nothing left.â You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, placing your lips on his while you kiss him with such fervor, with such sloppiness. His hands reach down, gripping the plush flesh of your ass. He swears heâs in heaven right now. This canât be real. No way a sex demon was taking his virginity right now. His dick was so sensitive, but still so hard. He knew he had so much cum left, the only thoughts he had were to fill you up over and over until it was dripping out.
He felt like he was losing his mind, fucking him so hard, creating a sloppy mess where you two met just so you can get him to cum again. Your devilish yet sweet giggles send chills up his spine and straight down to his already throbbing dick. With labored breaths, and his heart rattling against his rib cage, he already knows heâs going to cum again. So soon. âCome donât hold back on me. I want it all,â you growl in his ear. âIâll do whatever it takes to empty you dry and fuck you stupid.â
His trembling fingers grip onto your ass harder as he cries out, broken moans swallowed by your kisses and he canât help but cum again, filling up your tight pussy to the brim. You pull away from the heated kiss looking at the way his hazy eyes stare up at you with such desperation. You halt the movement of your hips and get up from his lap. âNo, no, wait. Where are you going?! Please, keep fucking me.â He sits up, watching you get on your knees. Poor thing looks like heâs almost about to cry.
And now he can get a real good view of you. The tail that swayed around and the small little horns that pointed from the top of your head. You really were a sex demon. Your hand took a firm grip on his throbbing cock, his tip leaking like it was begging you to make it cum again. âI can see your thoughts. Your nasty little thoughts.â You run a long stripe from his balls all the way to his tip, licking the excess cum off. Your tongue was freakishly long, but god did it feel so good on him. You spit on his cock, massaging it in as you stroke him, moving your hand in circular motions that make his hips jump. âSay it. I know what youâre thinking.â Your lips curl into a smirk, running the pad of your thumb over his slit.
âPutâŚput your mouth on it, please,â he says barely above a whisper, too shocked to even form proper words.
âLouder.â You massage his balls with your free hand, earning a guttural groan from him.
âPlease, put your mouth on it! Fuck, I wanna know how good it feels!â His lip quivers, his breathing quickening the closer your lips get.
âGood boy.â You smile, darting your tongue out and wrapping it around the base of his cock, swirling it around the head before you take him in your mouth. You stare at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. Glug, glug, glug.
The sound of you choking on his dick was like music to his hears, taking his all the way down your throat with no problem. How is he supposed to keep up? His brain is fried and his body already feels so weak from cumming two times in a row. But he canât stop. Itâs like youâve put some kind of spell on him to make him want more. âShit, Iâm all the way in,â he gasps, fall back onto the pillows. You pull him out of your throat, string of saliva connect from your lips to his cock as you continue stroking him. You were so messy, so nasty, but he loved it so fucking much because this is always how heâd picture it.
You spit back on his cock before taking him down your throat again without warning. âOh myâfuck me, Iâm gonna fucking cum again!â He whimpers. His body jolts and his abs tense up at the sensation, pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. Heâs so sensitive he canât help it. His hips buck up into your mouth and next thing he knows, heâs cumming down your throat. âNnngh shit!â He groans, each orgasm more intense than the last. Itâs like as time goes on, he canât help but get more horny, more greedy.
Within seconds heâs pulling you off his dick on bending you over, pulling your ass in the air. âIâm sorry, I canât stop, I canât stop, I canât,â heâs muttering to himself, sweat dripping down his body. He pushes every inch into you with such ease, like your pussy was made for him. âFeels so good, feels so good I canât stop stop,â he cries, rummaging his hips into you, fucking hard and fast.
âYouâre learning so quickly.â You smile from below him, pushing your ass back against his hips. He watches the way your ass bounces back on his dick and he becomes mesmerized. âThatâs it! Fuck me harder. Show me how badly you wanna cum in my pussy again,â you giggle.
Choso pushes your head into the mattress, broken moans falling from his lips. âI need it so badly, so fucking badly.â Your pussy grips him like a vice and he hisses at the tempting feeling.
âMake me squirt all over your cock! Come on, fuck me like you mean it!â You grip the sheets below you, feeling his swollen head press against your sweet spot over and over with each grueling thrust. Upon hearing your words, Choso remembers all those videos heâs watching of girls squirting, and to make you squirt just because of him makes his brain fuzzy. He keeps the same pace, huffing and panting when your pussy grows tighter. âYes! Yes!â You laugh, sighing in relief when he pulls out and clear liquid shoots from your pussy, coating his cock and sheets.
His eyebrows raise in amazement. âHoly fuck,â he watches the way your pussy leaks before urgently ramming his cock back inside of you. âDo it again. Squirt all over me again! Please! Itâs so fucking hot!â He begs as he pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. âWanna watch youânnnghâsquirt again!â
As if on cue, your pushy gushes around him again, soaking his thighs and his cock and just the sight of it makes him cum so hard heâs toppling over you. âFuck! Iâm cumming!â He thrusts deep inside of you, making sure not to waste even a drop. âYes, yes!â He huffs, bucking his hips. âI need to taste you, need to fuckingâmmm.â He drops to his knees, pulling your ass back against his face while his tongue slurps every drop his cum and your juices, licking through your sloppy folds and sucking on your clit.
âEager little thing, arenât you? Such a good, good boy.â You praise, reaching behind you, taking a fistful of his hair and pushing his face deeper into your cunt. His moans at your taste, his free hand reaching down to stroke his swollen and sensitive cock. He moves his tongue up and down, running back and forth between your clit and your ass, and back down to your hole. You quickly pull him away before sitting up.
âDid I do something wrong? Whyâd you stop?â He looks at with sad eyes.
âYouâre done.â You look down at his cock.
âNo, no, Iâm not. I promise I still have more. Just keep fucking me, let me eat your pussy or something! Donât leave!â He pouts, watching you crawl towards him.
âAs much as Iâd like to keep playing with you, youâre all out of cum, pretty boy.â You smirk. âIâve got other desperate virgins like you to attend to.â You ghost your lips over his and Choso leans in for a kiss but you pull back from him. âYouâre welcome.â
You disappear into a dark corner in his room, like you faded away into it. He runs to turn on his light and sees youâre completely gone. Heâs at a loss for words, standing in the middle of his room completely naked. He looks towards his bed, seeing the wet spots you had left. So it was real? No? Yes? He didnât know what to believe. He accidentally summoned a sex demon to take his virginity. If only he could do it again.
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a/n: I'm currently awake at 4 am and unable to sleep ive been having some thoughts that I needed to release, and writing this is helping me feel better. this is my first time writing something explicit, so I apologize if it's not the best. please forgive any grammar mistakes. i hope you enjoy reading it. <3
summary: you are searching for a personal trainer and come across an online ad. after calling the trainer, he arranges a session at his home gym. things start to take a spicy turn between the two of you.
warning: smut! 18+ oral (m receiving), spanking, getting manhandled, fingering, pet names like âdoll, babygirlâ squirting, praising, degrading, rough!!
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when you move to california to pursue your dream of becoming a model or influencer, you leave behind your family, job, and friends. unfortunately, the move also means leaving behind your favorite place: the gym.
many label me a gym rat, but I simply embrace my love for the discipline it brings and the amazing confidence it gives me in everything I wear.
in the evening, while browsing through tiktok , i suddenly felt a wave of boredom. i let out a sigh, turned off my phone, and began searching for an engaging activity. normally, in situations like this, i would change into my favorite workout attire and head to the gym. however, as i am not at home, i need to find a gym or a personal trainer of my own in this new location.
i opened my macbook and started searching for personal trainers in my new area. I came across a profile of a man who seems to have a lot of experience in the gym and is conveniently located nearby. i must admit, he looks delicious. i decided to message him to arrange a meeting and inquire about his session rates. he responded promptly with his pricing and availability, and it turns out he's available tomorrow morning. as we exchanged goodbyes over text, my mind couldn't help but focus on meeting him in person. if I'm already feeling this way based on some online pictures, i can only imagine how I'll feel when we meet face to face.
i wake up suddenly to the sound of my alarm. as i pick up my phone, i see that it's 5:30. the familiar feeling of nervousness churns in my stomach as i realize that I'm in a new city, about to meet someone new. i made sure to wake up extra early just to ensure that i look my best.
after my shower, i breeze through my skincare routine and add a touch of mascara and some lip balm. I'm just heading to the gym, so nothing too over-the-top, i tell myself. i apply a light moisturizing lotion and a spritz of my favorite perfume. i slip into my matching black bra and thong, then into my sleek all-black workout set with cute black leggings and a fitted black tee. i slide on my nike socks and lace up my new balance 574âs. i brush my hair and secure it with a stylish claw clip, still debating whether to leave it down or tie it up. I'll make up my mind in the uber.
i send him a text to inform him that I'm on my way to the location he had sent me. he reads the message but doesn't reply. oh well, I'm on my way already.
as we pull into his driveway, i can't help but notice how stunning his house is. i wonder what he does for work; being in california, he must be wealthy or famous. i tip my uber driver in cash, thanking him for the ride, and he wishes me luck. I'm definitely going to need it.
i grab my phone out but before i can send him a text i hear a whistle which caught my attention i looked up seeing him standing next to his front door i canât help but check him out and oh my goodness heâs more attractive in person i can just rip his clothes off right here and there but i have to remain calm im not here for that.
he is wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, with a gold chain around his neck. his hair is lightly stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had a workout before I arrived.
âhey thereâ he smiles and waves signaling me to come in with his hand
i smile back and step into his house him standing behind me the whole time closing the door and walking towards me
"I'm nicholas, I'm your trainer. It's nice to meet you." oh my, his smile. his smile. his smile. I'm going to fold, i know I am, but I have to keep my calm. i don't even know him. i don't know if he's single or even married.
âhi, iâm y/nâ i take his hand shaking it lightly
"come on, don't be shy," he takes us to his gym and confidently sits down on a bench, gesturing for me to sit next to him with a wave of his hand.
so demanding already.
âso tell me a little bit about yourself, i know you told me you just moved here but whatâs the reason for the move and why are you looking for a trainer?â he asked curiously.
âwell, i moved here to cali so itâll be easier for me to achieve some of my goals, i have some experience in the gym but i really feel like ill learn a lot more with a trainer if that makes any senseâ you smile shyly causing nicholas to chuckle a little.
âno need to be shy sweetie im here to help you you already look great im sure youâll do a great jobâ i cross my legs just at the sound of his voice saying those loving praises, oh i need him so bad.
he notices but tries not to make it so obvious he grabs his water bottle taking a sip and putting down standing up tapping the side of my thigh gently âcome on letâs get startedâ.
we begin with some easy stretches to warm up before the actual run. i couldn't help but notice that he mostly stood there, watching, instead of actively instructing and guiding me, which did bother me a bit.
âdo an extended puppy pose for meâ i look up at him and he just winks OH. he knows what heâs doing so i decide to play along as well.
as i get on all fours getting ready to get in the pose arching my back a little i can see nicholas from the side of my eye starting so hard i canât help but silently giggle to myself.
âam i doing this good enough nicholas?? howâs my arch lookingâ he chuckles at my words a little.
âoh youâre doing so good y/n, you look amazing but i think you need a little help hereâ he comes down next to me getting on his knees right behind my ass and pushing my arch down so my stomach is hitting the floor beneath me.
âjust like that?â I question.
âjust like that, good girlâ those words sent shivers down my spine i let out a soft sigh.
âwhatâs the matter sweetie?â he questioned.
i shake my head not responding to him âcan we just do the next exercise?â i get on my knees so i can stand up but he comes in front of me putting one hand on my shoulder keeping me on my knees.
âletâs do some leg spreads iâll help and guide youâ.
i lay on the mat on my back and nicholas gets down on his knees again grabbing one of my legs bending it back a little.
âletâs start of slow sweetie i donât want to hurt youâ.
after doing a couple of reps nicholas stops and canât help but notice something.
he chuckled âsomeoneâs excited?â.
âwhat?â i ask not getting exactly what heâs talking about.
he spreads my leg a little further back.
âyouâre so wet youâve leaked through your panties itâs all on those leggings of yoursâ.
âi-im so sorry i-â he cut me off.
âdonât worry about it doll, im having way more fun than you could possibly imagineâ he bends down to kiss me and i went full in, tongue and everything.
after a few minutes of us making out he rips open my leggings with his bare hands which caused me to throw my head back and lightly groan, his eyes burning into my skull the whole time. never once taking those beautiful brown eyes off of me.
he pulls my panties to the side.
grabbing my mouth harshly âopen and spitâ.
i did as told, he sticks them in my mouth reaching the back of my throat causing to me gag.
he laughed and smiled âthink you take all of my dick in there huh babygirl?â.
he pulled my panties to the side and started playing with me lightly flicking the clit and switching between fingering me and playing with my clit.
the groans escaping his mouth seemed a little animalistic like he hasnât touched a woman in a very long time heâs eager and i can tell he wants to fuck me into the ground literally. ďżź
âmmm youâre so fucking wet, youâve been excited since you got here hm? or was it those photos i sent you last night that has you like this for me? horny and ready to get fucked by her trainer? itâs only day one babygirl and here you are legs spread open pussy juice dripping all over my fucking fingers, what am i going to do with youâ.
i moan loudly his words. his actions. the sounds. everything just feels and sounds so fucking good i didnât want him to stop.
âoh im gonna comeâ i felt the urge to release the feeling you get in your stomach when you know your going to cum and go crazy âplease dont stop nicholasâ.
âsuch a fucking good girlâ he kept pumping his big thick fingers in and out of me which caused me to release all over his gym floor.
âoh shit baby, look at you fuckâ he says rubbing my clit on a fast pace, i grabbed his hand trying to get him to stop since it feels way to good to handle.
âpleaseâ he grabs my face and kisses me harshly shoving his tongue all down my throat saliva dripping down in between the both of us.
âcome on take this offâ he removes my shirt and bra taking off whatâs rest of the leggings throwing it somewhere in the gym.
he takes his shirt and sweats off leaving him completely exposed no boxers or anything on, he knew what he wanted to do.
âcome on baby get on your knees letâs see if you can fit this dick all in that pretty mouth of yours, gagging on two fingers. thatâs pathetic sweetheart you got to do better than thatâ.
i get on my knees and take his member into my hand lightly kissing and licking his desperate throbbing dick leaking pre cum everywhere, i quickly take my tongue and clean up the mess he made.
ânow this is a great mouth exercise for you pretty youâll love itâ he laughs and i roll my eyes member still in my mouth looking up at him not breaking eye contact.
âoh come onâ he pushes my head down taking his whole dick into my mouth repeatedly touching the back of my throat i tap and grab on his thighs signaling i needed to breath and catch my breath, he threw his head back in pleasure looking back down grabbing my hair and pulling me off of his dick.
âtold you you couldnât take itâ
âmmm stop let me do itâ i pout he reaches his hand and cups my cheek and caressing my hair rubbing circles on the top of my head.ďżź
i grab his dick taking him all in and taking him out grabbing it and lightly jerking him off, as i continue to jerk him off i suck off whatâs left that i couldnât fit in my mouth.
âmm fuckâ
âjust like that babyâ
âsuch a good fucking girl for meâ
i take him in once again feeling him twitch making sure heâs hitting the back of my throat so i can swallow all of his sweet juices.
he grabs my hair making it into a makeshift ponytail fucking my face at the perfect pace for him, he looks so good he can just take control and do what he wants at this point.
i feel him twitch again which means heâs super close this time he didnât let me go he made sure he stayed in the back of my throat resting his cock in my mouth while he released all inside of my mouth.
âswallow that shit baby be a good fucking girl for meâ
oh boy, this is just the first session i wonder whatâs going to happen next time.
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New City, New Life
5k celebration âChoose your own adventureâ story
Orc x fem!readerâ cum eating, dry humping, fingering, voyeurism, rough sex, clitoral stimulation
Pt1
âHey neighbor, I was just talking about you,â your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor says as you walk over to his little group hanging out in his driveway.
His Orc, Naga, and Wolf friends all flash you a knowing smirk, their varying fangs glimmering sends a heat in your belly before you quickly stop yourself. You had to tone your horny ass self down. You didnât wanna make a bad impression on a new city of people by being desperate for everyoneâs cocks. You didnât think that would fly here. As they stare your cheeks begin to heat up in a way you know is noticeable.
âMentioned how I wanted to bring over a cup of coffee I made you,â he adds as if sensing your thoughts and trying to reassure you.
So he wasnât going around talking about you to all his friends? Something tells you thatâs not exactly true as his eyes gleam with arousal. You imagine it as you take the cup of coffee from his hands. Your hot neighbor sitting around with his equally hot friends, going over every little dirty detail. Raving about how good your tight cunt felt around his thick cock. All of them growing hard as he recounted the noises you made and how desperate you were to be filled while imagining it was them with you instead.
A choked whimper escapes you that you quickly try and hide beneath a pleased hum. You try your best to look casual as you subtly rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. But youâre briefly brought back to reality as your hot neighbor hands you the mug of coffee.
âThank you for this, butââ you say as you bring the mug to your lips only for your neighbor to brush a clawed finger along the edge of the cup and tilt it up, forcing you to take long gulps of the nicely warm drink. You meet his burning gaze, unable to look away, the tension simmering between you. And in front of all his friends. Fuck you can feel how wet youâre getting.
When he finally removes his finger you lower the cup with only a bit less than half left. Your mouth smacks as the taste bursts across your tongue. It was bitter as you expected coffee to be but also a bit sweet and⌠salty? It was certainly creamier than you expected it to be. You liked it. Probably more than you liked whatever blend you usually get. Youâll have to ask what his special ingredient is later.
âThank you again but I was wondering if you guys could give me a ride? Iâm in a really tough spot and I just need someone to get me going,â you say, voice strangely huskier than normal.
You clear your throat, glancing away, and look back up to all four of these damn fine men staring down at you as if theyâre about to pounce. Your pussy flutters, clamping down around nothing at the thought of them actually doing just that. Their claws digging into your plush form, fangs grazing your sensitive skin, their big tongues ravaging your body to prepare you for their giant cocks.
âWork that is,â you add, voice growing husky all over again.
Your Wolf Hybrid neighbor chuckles darkly, the sound shooting right down to your core. He glances at his friends and a silent conversation passes between them. Then all of them are moving toward the car as if suddenly eager to get in.
âCâmon, sweetheart. Weâre headed to work ourselves but weâll get you off. Who are we to deny someone as cute as you?â He says smoothly, his raspy voice making that sound much more suggestive than you think he meant to.
Your hot neighbor rounds the car, taking the drivers seat. While his Wolf Hybrid friend quickly takes passenger. As if he didnât want you getting to it first.
âYouâll have to ride in my lap though,â His Orc friend immediately says with a smirk as he hops in the backseat of the car. You follow after him, not wanting anymore seats taken from you.
âAnd why would I do that?â You ask, not wanting him to know how much you like the idea.
Just as youâre about to sit in the middle seat instead, the Orcâs giant hands are gripping your waist and plopping you down in his lap. Before you can argue or pretend to complain, the Naga gets in last and he curls half his long rattling tail into the middle seat while the rest takes up the remaining one.
âThereâsss no more room,â the Naga says, forked tongue slipping out as he speaks and a second later his eyes dilate.
You blush, knowing he can probably taste your arousal in the air. In fact, they all probably can. The realization has you blushing deeper and growing wetter on the hot Orc. Especially as the Orc tugs you closer to his chest and you can feel the distinct bulge of his half-erect cock pressing deliciously along your clothed slit.
Hot neighbor starts on his way and you share your new place of work with them. Theyâll know exactly where you are now nearly every day. It sends a strange thrill through you. Wolf Hybrid neighbor tells you that itâs on the way to their place so theyâll drop you off first but that it might take a little longer. They usually like to down the back roads.
You find that you donât mind as youâre a lot more than just comfortable sitting in the hot Orcâs lap. That is until they actually start driving down the back roads and their⌠bumpy terrain.
A small grunt escapes you, eyes widening as the car starts rocking. Each jolt of the car has the Orcâs hardening length rubbing right up against your pussy. Your throat tightens as you try and choke down your moans. The Orc feels huge and heâs rubbing over every inch of your cunt. You swear you feel him rocking in sync with the rock. But what would be crazy.
Small talk fills the car and youâre grateful no one seems to be able to notice your inner torment. Small whines leave you as you practically bounce on the Orcâs clothed dick. It sends shocks through your system and you quickly grow more and more needy. The need to be filled and stuffed full itching at your skin.
âI think youâre wet enough fâme now, sweetheart. My patience grows thin. Fuckinâ need to get inside ya,â the Orc says, breaking you out of your lustful daze. Itâs only then you register his panting breaths and the way everyoneâs eyes shift toward you in the car.
âW-what?â
You yelp as the Orc jerks off your slacks and panties in one swift move and hooks your legs over each of his knees, spreading you wide for the whole car to see. Your glistening folds spasm as theyâre exposed to the cold air.
Thoughts run through your head at a mile a minute. You should want to stop this. To scramble off this sexy Orcâs lap. But you only get more turned on, your arousal gushing out of you at the thought of him so suddenly taking you.
âDonât act like you havenât been wantinâ to fuck me since your fine ass walked over. Thatâs how this place works, right?â The Orc asks, almost mockingly.
His words wash over you, clouding your mind, as his hands explore your body. Slightly clawed fingers trail down and dip into your soaked folds. A low moan leaves you and instead of trying to get away you melt back into his chest, hips rolling with the movement of his fingers. He takes the time to prep you for his length and it slowly has you becoming an absolute mess in his lap. And you havenât even had his cock yet.
You suck in a sharp breath as the hot Orcâs fingers leave you only to replace them with his thick angry tip. His pre-cum creating an even bigger mess of you. Your mind threatens to gain clarity again but then the Orc is pushing you down and splitting you open on his cock.
âNngh! Ooh⌠Oh fuck,â you cry out, throwing your head back. The stretch of his girth forcing your gummy walls to accommodate him has your eyes rolling back. The deeper he goes the more you swear youâve never been filled this good in your life.
The fact that youâre in a car full of men shifts back to the front of your mind and you lift your head to see them all still watching you with a fierce intensity.
Your hot neighbor continues to drive but you notice the way his eyes keep flicking back to you in the mirror. While his Wolf Hybrid and Naga friends each have all their cocks out, languidly stroking them to the sight of you stretched pretty on their friendâs cock. You whimper, basking in the attention, and a second later the Orc starts slamming you down on his massive cock.
âFuck, dude, you were right. What a perfect pussy. Theyâre drenched fâme, just slipped right in. So warm and tight. Poor thing wonât get a moments rest in this place,â the Orc huffs and the car erupts into soft breathless laughter.
Aha! You knew your hot neighbor had talked about you with them. The praise is all you focus on and it has your walls squeezing the Orcâs length, wanting to make him go mad. A low growl vibrates from his chest to your back as he feels you get even tighter. His claws sink into your hips as he starts using his grip to fuck his cock up into you at a bruising pace. His thrusts syncing up perfectly with the rocky jostling of the car that only seems to be getting worse.
You cry out as the carâs movements also deepens the Orcâs momentum. You swear you can feel his dick all the way up in your throat. Heâs stuffing you so full of him you donât know if you can take it. You arch back into the Orc, putting on a show for him and everyone in the car. Through hooded eyes you watch as they furiously pump themselves to the sight of your body. It gets you so fucking hot. Their lustful eyes raking over your form. All of them wanting a piece of you, all of them jealous of the one who gets to fuck you.
The Naga flicks out his tail, the rattle on its tip moves in between your legs, wanting to do anything he can to give you more pleasure. You wait with bated breath and shriek as he rattles his tail, the vibration sending sparks throughout your body. The Orc snarls in your ear and picks up pace, jerking up his hips and meeting your thrusts in a way that has your toes curling.
âHow do they look?â Your hot neighbor growls, knuckles white on the steering wheel, and sounding borderline feral. His cock aching against his slacks.
âThey look so fucking sexy, man. Their tight pussy can barely take him,â His Wolf Hybrid friend moans, his hips twitching as he jerks himself off even harder.
âBut theyâre doing ssso well. Pretty thing will be ruined for anyone else,â the Naga adds, roughly rattling his tail against your clit. He thrusts up into each of his hands that pump at both of his dicks. You mewl, vision blurring at the intensity that wracks through you.
âFuck, I think theyâre about to cum!â One of them shouts but youâre too lost in the haze of pleasure to focus on which one it is. But then the Orcâs hot breath is curling around your ear and your mind clears enough to hear his rumbling voice.
âThatâs it, sweetheart. Fuckinâ let go and cum on my cock. Squeeze the damn life out of me, you can do it.â
The cord snaps and jaw drops, fierce screams echo throughout the car as you explode all over his cock. Waves of ecstasy wash over you and you try your best not to pass out. The sight of you coming is a vision of pure art and none of the other men can hold on much longer.
The Naga lets go first, shooting his cum over any inch of bare skin he can reach. The Wolf Hybrid is close to follow in his friendâs footsteps as he cums all over you two. Seeing you all wrecked and messy quickly has the Orc slamming into you, burying himself to the hilt and shooting spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside you.
âSuch a pretty slut you are, sweetheart. So easily made a mess from our cocks. Youâre perfect,â the Orc rasps in your ear and you preen under his praise.
The rest of the car ride is spent with the monsters cleaning you up as you lay limply in the Orcâs lap. You take the time to regain your strength and you hope youâll be able to feel your legs enough to walk into work.
When you arrive your hot neighbor gets out and greets you as the door opens. He helps you out and you immediately melt into his embrace. Your Wolf Hybrid neighbor laughs, leaning down and kissing the crown of your head.
âNext time, darling. Now get into work,â he murmurs intimately in your ear. Giving your butt a nudging pat.
As you walk in on wobbly legs, you glance around the lobby, looking for the headhunter that recruited you. He was meant to meet you and show you the ropes of the job. But he isnât anywhere to be seen and you wonder what youâll do next. You could ask the Demon Guard by the door where you could find him, head down the closest hall and hope you find the headhunter down one of the rooms, or you could head to your Minotaur Bossâ office and hope he can show you around.
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simon isn't a man you take home. he's for the literal streets. dresses like he's homeless because all that matters is that his throwing knives and handguns are pristine. the only reason his home is spotless is because he doesn't live in it, it's all for show. his pantry has only salt and mouse traps, his fridge a long expired bottle of ketchup and something that if anyone ate, they'd gain superpowers.
he's got a crazy look in his eye, and who can blame him after all that shit he's been through? gut-wrenching betrayal, unimaginable torture, then buried alive shoulder to shoulder with his ol rotting buddy, ol decaying pal? he joined the military a butcher's apprentice, and now he's an echo of what simon riley used to be, a fading silhouette that wanders the corridors in base. a ghost.
he has to play music whenever he's not at work just to keep the screaming voices in his head at bay, and it has to be loud enough to drown out the incessant high-pitched ringing in his ears. a cacophony of noise that wears his thin string of patience into in-existence.
he's a killer, he's a man who's donned his skull mask for so long that he's forgotten the face underneath.
you don't bring a man like him home. and when you eventually did, even your parents had agreed.
he looks one clown short of a circus.
he hovers over you like a ghost. (ha)
possessive, obsessive, paranoid.
he'll kill you if you try to leave him.
simon heard everything, not like they had tried to keep their voice down. it hadn't really mattered to him, empty words pelting knotted flesh only a sharpened knife could cut through. but you hadn't taken any of it.
his little hero, coming to his defense. it'd been the first time- in a long time- that his icy cold, tiny heart skipped a beat.
simon's always been his own savior. he saved himself from the shit life he had with his family by joining the army. he'd clawed his way out of his own grave, freshly turned soil stuck under his fingernails for weeks. he'd gone after the head of roba, in the name of vengeance. even now, he's a part of the justice league, the task force 141.
unsung heroes.
and here you were, standing in your parent's kitchen, all bared teeth and scalding temper- over him.
simon's so aroused that when he rises from where he's seated, he sways on his feet. there's no stopping him from briskly walking over to you and hoisting you up and over his shoulder, heading for the door.
there's no stopping him from throwing you into the backseat, and climbing in after.
you weakly try to stop him with stammered words, just wanting to know what the fuck he's doing but when simon starts to impatiently undo the button of your jeans, his confined manhood pushing up underneath you, it clicks.
you don't want him to stop when the calloused pad of his thumb rubs your slippery clit with expertise, thick fingers curling inside your swollen cunt.
you definitely don't want him to stop when his cock slides through your slick folds, his hand wrapped around his thick base. his tip pushes inside, mild discomfort already flaring. gravity then does the work, slowly sinking you onto him until his thighs are flush against your arse. the sweet, decadent burn of him splitting you in half sparking your nerve endings alight, from the waist to your knees.
you beg him not to stop when he fucks you in earnest; desire, sticky and wet, dampening the coarse trimmed hair of his cock. the air inside the truck muggy, heavy and thick with sex. he places his hand under your navel, right when he knows he is, and grunts when he gently presses down. the noises coming from you and your sodden pussy are obscene, lewd, downright vulgar and he wonders if you'd let him record it- to replace the banal music he usually listens to.
your breath hitches beautifully, and simon makes sure to watch how you let go of his shoulder to weave that hand downward to take yourself over the edge.
"impatient little pet, can't even wait f'me to get ya there, eh?" the low chuckle he lets out is cut short at the feeling of your slick walls fluttering around him, making him groan. he keeps his sharp gaze on you when your body tenses, back arching as you jerk fast, little circles over your pearl. he plants his feet and begins to thrust upward, your weight nothing to his strength and-
how beautiful you look in the pleasure he brings you.
it's cliche, truly, that he comes when you do, but he couldn't care less in this instance. your cunt squeezes him like a silken fist, a tight vice that milks his cock almost painfully so. his grip around your waist is bruising, but it only adds to the sensation- the delightful bite of pain prolonging your pleasure.
the base of his spine tingles from his climax, and his breathing is ragged. alive. your hands skim the wide breadth of his chest, as if brushing off the dirt he'd once been buried under.
his little hero.
you took him home, so now he takes you to his.
(...don't look in the kitchen, pet.)
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do you believe me now?
in which fem!reader is insecure around spencer until she finally asks him to take matters into his own hands (literally)
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18+ (smut) warnings/tags: inexperienced reader, fingering, softdom!spencer my sweet sweet beloved angel, sub reader, praise, you know he talks you through it, brief mention of drinking wine, i think that's it a/n: i hope u guys like this ! slightly different dynamic than my other stuff maybe but let me know what u think!! i love feedback and i love YOU!!!
âYouâre so pretty.â
Itâs the first thing Spencer has said since you two landed on his couch, exhausted from one of Rossiâs extravagant soirĂŠes. It was your first of many, if Spencerâs entire team is to be believed. More nights featuring Italian food and wine you could never afford donât sound half badâbut for now youâre drained. You barely had the energy to kick off your heels and topple into Spencerâs lap five minutes ago. The silk dress still pools over his knees and your hair still falls in curls around your face. He brushes one aside as he continues.Â
âI meanâyou always look beautiful. But Iâve never seen you all done up. Youâre obscenely gorgeous.â
You groan awkwardly, burying your face in Spencerâs collar as your face heats. Taking compliments has never been your strong suit, especially from someone who you perceive to be so out of your league. The relationship you have with Spencer is relatively new, and sometimes you worry delicate; like one slip-up revealing the real you and heâll go running. So far, though, he seems hellbent on proving you wrong.Â
His hand finds the bare skin of your arm, passing up and down gently. âWhy donât you believe me?â
ââŚI do.â
Itâs unconvincing. Spencer scoffs.Â
âNo, you donât. You never believe me when I compliment you.â
The cadence of his voice is light enough, but itâs evident that thereâs some genuine frustration there, lurking just under the surface.Â
Your head lolls over his shoulder and he angles his neck to look down at you. Hair falls over his eyes, and youâd fix it if he didnât look so damn perfect. Everything about him looks intentional, like he was designed by someone who took great pride in their work. Not at all like youâa collage of features and spare parts you guess whatever force created you had lying around. Nothing about you feels on purpose. But thatâs a hard thing to explain.
âIâm sorry. I know itâs impolite. It just feels disingenuous to accept compliments like that.â
Goosebumps arise on your arm where he touches you.
âYou being polite isnât what Iâm concerned about. I just wish I could make you understand that I mean it when I compliment you. Youâd know if I didnât. Iâm a terrible liar.â
That earns a giggle from you. Your boyfriend smiles, sparkling eyes darting over your face like heâs trying to bottle the sound, the memoryâand you realize he probably is. What a terrifying thought. You look away, abashed once more.Â
âIâm a woman, Spencer. Iâm not allowed to like myself. Thatâs the whole thing with Eve and the snake and the apple and whatever. Eternal inescapable shame.â
âAre you trying to justify your self-loathing by making it biblical? You know Iâm the last person that would work on, right? Both as an agnostic-leaning-athiest and someone who thinks youâre beautiful and wonderful.â
Another groan claws its way from your throat as you slide down in embarrassment.Â
âYouâre killing me here, Spencer.â
âWhat can I do to do to make you believe me?â he murmurs, carefully brushing tangles from your hair as you now rest practically prone across his lap. The ceiling light stretches behind him, haloing him in a soft glowing crown and making everything a bit more hazy and tolerable.Â
âItâs not your fight.â Itâs meant to be playfully dramatic, but it hangs from your lips with a painful amount of earnestness.Â
âIf itâs yours, itâs mine. Thatâs kind of the whole point of a relationship, right? Being a team?â
His fingers are nimble and warm between yours as you interlace them, steepling and bumping them together as you speak.Â
âWell, if you know so much, why are you asking me? It sounds like you know exactly what to do to make me magically love myself.â
A dangerous twitch plays at the corner of his lips as he gazes sleepily down at you.Â
âOh, I have a few ideas. But Iâm asking what youâd be comfortable with.â
âWhoa!â you blurt, giggling self-consciously, covering your face with your (and inadvertently one of his) hands. âWhere did that come from?â
He smiles at your response to his mildly suggestive comment. âI lose my filter when I'm tired. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.âÂ
You sigh gustily, dragging his hand down to fall over your collarbones. His fingers twitch over the delicate skin, like heâd graze it if your hand wasnât weighing his down.Â
âNo, no, you didnât make me uncomfortable, you just⌠surprised me. Iâm really bad at talking about this kind of thing.â
âSex?â
You yelp, slinging your arm over your face and hiding in the crook of your elbow. âAH! Donât say it!âÂ
He laughs again, a little less reserved this time.Â
âWhat? You canât even listen to me say the word?â
âNo! Too scary!â
Eventually you peek out from under your arm to find Spencer still watching you. The humor has faded from his eyes and been replaced by a kind of serene calm. He brushes a lock of hair from your shoulder.Â
âCome here,â he saysâa request more than a demand. With some wriggling and a bit of help, you manage to reorient yourself into a sitting position across his lap once more. His touch is warm even through the fabric of your dress when he kisses you, hand sliding over your waist before moving to trace your jaw and ending up on the back of your neck, urging you closer ever so slightly. You kiss him back without hesitation or restraint, as you delight in doing when he gives you the opportunity. What you may lack in experience and refinement, you make up for with affection and enthusiasm. He pulls away after a minute, much to your dismay, and brushes his thumb over your lips. For the first time, you think you see a hint of worry in his eyes. Guilt claws at your heart when he quietly asks, âyouâre not scared of me, are you?â
âNo!â You assure quickly, looping your arms around his neck. âNo, itâs not you. Youâre perfect and Iâm sure you really mean all of the nice things you say. But I just⌠sometimes I worry Iâll scare you away once you realize Iâm not as pretty or⌠good as you thought.â
âThatâs impossible.â
Once more you let your head fall onto his shoulder. âYou donât know that.âÂ
His hand begins running up and down your back, soothing your sympathetic nervous system in a way that all the deep breaths in the world never could.Â
âI know that I really, really like you. And thereâs not one part of you that I donât find genuinely beautiful. I canât imagine not feeling that way about you.â Your eyes flutter shut and you hum against himâa non-answer, but he doesnât push it. Minutes go by quietly, ticking later into the night as he continues mindlessly rubbing your back and watching you breathe. âDo you want me to take you home?â He finally asks after a long while. Again, you donât respond. He smiles. âI know youâre awake.â
The corner of your lip twitches as you attempt to suppress a grin. Spencer sighs.Â
âI guess if youâre already asleep youâll just have to stay here. But it would be convenient if youâd sleepwalk to my bed so that I donât have to carry you.â
When you begin stirring and sitting up (one eye cracked to navigate) he laughs, hands on your waist. âWould you look at that. Who knew she would be so suggestible in non-REM?â You snort as you push yourself to a standing position using Spencerâs shoulders to support yourself, and ruining the whole act. He smiles up at you like youâre something divine and lets his hands trail over your hips.Â
âI sleep with my eyes open.â
âDo you often have coherent conversations in your sleep, too?â
You shrug. âIâm full of surprises.â
âIâm sure you are,â he agrees, finally standing himself. âIâm assuming you donât want to sleep in your dress?â
âI have shorts on underneath I can wear, but a shirt would be helpful.â
âThen weâll get you a shirt.â
âââââââââââââââ
Ten minutes later youâre in Spencerâs bathroom, wearing your shorts and one of his sweatshirts (you cannot imagine Spencer in a hoodie), and wiping black sludge from your eyes with makeup remover he claims was left by a friend after a particularly festive Halloween party. Hopefully heâs telling the truthâyou can think of more dubious potential origins of the eye-makeup remover in his bathroom. No toothbrushâyou use your finger and a generous amount of toothpaste until the red wine stains fade.Â
Spencer is fixing the pillows when you exit the bathroom. You hold up your hands which are completely obscured and then some by the thick fabric of his sweatshirt.Â
âFits like a dream,â you say. A smile tugs at his lips as he finishes his task, before raising his eyes to you. The smile promptly fades and itâs like the sun disappearing behind an oppressive gray cloud. In an instant your stomach curdles and you feel like crawling out of your skin.Â
ââŚwhat?â you mumble, absolutely terrified that the thing heâd said was impossible just minutes ago has already happened. Without makeup, without a fancy dress, youâre just you, and maybe thatâs not good enough.
âUhâŚâ He blinks, as if heâs buffering for a moment, before snapping back into action, and notably looking away from you. âItâsâitâs nothing. Do you, umâhere, I tried to make itââ
âStop. Just tell me what that was. You got all weird.â
Another pauseâhe looks back up at you reluctantly with a sigh.Â
âI did not get all weird.â
âYes, you did. Youâre still being weird. Itâs freaking me out.â
Heâs utterly unreadable, which drives you fucking insane, when he eventually says, âcome here.â This time, you think with a chill as you shuffle on your knees across the bed to sit in front of him, it really sounds like a demand. Spencer grabs your face in his hands, studying you intently. âI know you think Iâve finally decided youâre hideously deformed, but itâs actually just the opposite. Iâm trying to figure out how to keep things polite for you.â
Realization dawns on you and the swarm of new butterflies in your stomach. The usual molten gold of his irises has been encroached upon, masked by blown pupils. Your face gets hot and your voice caves when you speak.Â
âOh.â
âYeah, oh,â he agrees quietly. âDo you believe me now?â
And to his credit, you really do. The hot skin, the vibrating cells in every fiber of your being, the racing heartâyour body knows he means it. Part of you, the more confident, more desirous part, drags you closer to him, ghosts your lips over his. He chuckles.Â
âNow youâre getting brave?â
âAm I not allowed to kiss you?â you whisper, draping your arms over his shoulders.Â
âYouâre allowed to do whatever you want.â
The words make you shiverâthe lowered, gravelly tone of his voice youâve never heard before snaps your resolve and you lean into him, connecting your lips with a deep urgency. Spencer inhales sharply, hands wandering to your waist and bearing down firmly as you press against him. When you lean back, he follows you, insists without saying a word that you donât stop kissing him. It sends a thrill down your spine and between your legs, which both gives you pause and eggs you on. In the end, after a very brief internal struggle, curiosity and desire win. You drop to the bed and drag him down with youâhe, your willing follower, blindly searches for purchase on the plush comforter. Now heâs on top of you, legs slotted together so that his thigh is temptingly close to your core. Too shy to actually do what you want to do, you clamp your thighs around his and tilt your hips, desperate for friction. He exhales heavily, slowly pulling his lips from yours like itâs the last thing he wants to do. Fingers dig into the flesh of your hip, not enough to ache but enough to draw your attention to your movements.Â
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, firmly, but not like youâre in troubleâitâs a probing question. Heâs trying to figure out if youâre aware of the way youâre nearly riding his leg.Â
âI donât know,â you admit breathlessly.Â
âYou just told me you couldnât even listen to me say the word sex,â Spencer reminds you. âYou said it was too scary.â
A frustrated whine seems to catch him by surprise, and he laughs.Â
âThat was a long time ago. Iâve matured since then.â
âIs that what happened?â he teases.Â
âHonestly, Iâm just really turned on right now, pleaseâ" you cut yourself off, crashing your lips into his once more. And he almost relents.Â
Almost.Â
âSlow down.â
He ceases kissing you for a second time and youâre starting to really get annoyed.Â
âWhat?â you groan. âI thought you wanted this.â
His thumbs brush over the apples of your cheeks, demanding your attention.Â
âI want you. In every sense of the word. If you make a bad choice tonight and it means you donât like me anymore tomorrow, that is the opposite of what I want. Iâm not saying no. Iâm just asking you to think about it for a second.â
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and attempting to steady your mind and see beyond the thick fog of lust. What you find is a (mildly surprising) complete lack of fear. Youâre not scared, like you thought youâd be; you feel utterly safe underneath him, with his hands on you and his heartbeat against your chest. This is a kind of intimacy you want to have with him.Â
Your eyes open to reveal his, close enough you can see the tiny flecks of green. And so much warmth. Everything about him is warm.Â
âThis is what I want,â you assert. âI promise.â
His gaze flits between yours for a moment, pulling the truth from your soul like he might be able to find an imperfection there. But you mean itâand he seems satisfied. He trusts you, like you trust him.Â
âOkay.â
A sigh of relief never quite finds completion before heâs kissing you again. Immediately the fire is stoked once more, the heat between your legs getting warmer when he experimentally pushes his thigh against you. You breathe into the kiss, pressing down on him and surrendering to the unconscious rhythm of your hips. He lets that go on for a minute or two until youâre so distracted that you canât kiss him back.Â
Unexpectedly he pulls away, disentangling himself from your legs. You stammer in frustration until his fingers hook under the soft material of your shorts. âHips up.â
Wordlessly you comply, succumbing to his gentle words and touch. He bows to kiss you as he slides the fabric down unhurriedly. Once the shorts are gone, he sits up, and carefully lifts one of your legs over his lap, gaze unabashedly glued between them.Â
âEyes up here,â you try to joke, but itâs steeped in self-consciousness and your heart is pounding. He manages, stroking the inside of your knee with a thumb as he leans down again.Â
âBut youâre so pretty,â he murmurs, before heâs kissing you again. âJust like I knew you would be.â
You whimper when his hand skates over your stomach, lower, and lower, andâ
âTell me one more time, sweetheart.â
Your plead is just as hungry and yearning. âPlease, Spencer?â
It works for him.Â
When his knuckles brush over your clit, you forget to breathe. When they barely skim your entrance, collecting arousal to drag back upward, your brain malfunctions. It is not enough, maddeningly so, but when he finds a careful, introductory rhythm, itâs immediately bordering on too much, too good.Â
Your stomach tenses and you are surprised by your own sighs and hesitant gasps as you try to adjust to the feeling of someone elseâs hand between your legs.Â
âDoes that feel good?â he murmurs against your lips.Â
âMhm,â you chirp. Slow but insistent circles elicit a cry that gets caught in your throat, melting into a hum. Your eyes are closed, but you can hear the smile in Spencerâs voice.Â
âYouâre sensitive, huh?â
âSâsometimes.â
 He hums contemplatively.Â
âSometimes? Can you tell me about that?â
You canât hardly think around those gentle movements of his hand, let alone speak. He touches you like youâre something delicate. Itâs torturous and perfect. But you try to answer anyway, managing to keep the stammering to a minimum.Â
âAbout what?âÂ
âI want to know what you think about when you touch yourself.â The smooth words in tandem with an incremental increase in pressure earn your first real moan. Timid and unpracticed, but very genuine.Â
The answer comes immediately afterward; thoughtlessly and on a shuddering exhalation.
âYou.â
âYeah?â he smiles. âGood answer.â
Your eyes open fractionally to study his expression. Youâd felt so much shame every time youâd imagined him in your bed late at night.
âReally?âÂ
âReally. And now look at you. Letting me do it for you.â As if to remind you, he speeds up the motion of his hand. On instinct you bring your fingers to your lips as you moan through a closed throat, partly to stifle the noise and partly because you donât know what to do with the hand thatâs not gripping the duvet. âDo you only touch here?â His fingers slide down to your slick entrance and your hips buck, mourning the loss of stimulation. âOr do you touch here, too?âÂ
You shake your head, breathing hard as he teases a finger around the soft place youâve never really bothered to explore. âNever feels good when I try.â
âWeâre gonna make it feel good, okay?â
You nod hesitantly, leaning back into the pillows when he kisses you again.Â
His lips are so distracting, so intoxicating you almost forget what heâs doing until he does it. Itâs a foreign sensationânot entirely pleasant or unpleasant. For a moment or two your brows furrow as you focus on the feeling, worried that maybe youâre broken just as you thoughtâuntil you feel a slight stretch and you realize heâs pushing a second finger into you now. A kiss lands on your cheek when you grab his arm with a choked gasp, and he mutters, âdeep breaths,â into your ear. âI know itâs new, honey, just breathe.â
âFuck,â you whimper as you look down, and you didnât realize you were going to say it until itâs already passed between your lips. Pressure begins melding with the promise of pleasure, and something about watching his hand move between your legsâthe tendons flexing and wrist bending as he eases into what is clearly a perfected motionâarouses you so much you moan at the sight alone. Flipping pages is all you thought that hand was meant for. Itâs like a secret revealed as you watch it do something so salacious, and to you.Â
A hot spark of pleasure flares deeper in you than youâve ever felt. It catches and grows faster than youâd of thoughtâsuddenly you can feel everything and it all feels better than you thought possible. Your jaw drops and a surprised huff of air blows a strand of your hair away.Â
âOh my god,â comes your breathy little whisper, unprepared for and intimidated by how good heâs making you feel. Filthy noises come from between your legs and you clench around his fingers. You had no idea you could make those noises. You had no idea you could get so wet.Â
âYeah, there we go.â His voice sounds a little further away now. You manage to tear your eyes away from all the action to his face. Much like you, heâs transfixed by the sight, brow furrowed and pretty lips parted in what could be concentration, or some sort of empathetic pleasure. His face has more color to it than usual and his breaths come heavierâitâs a very pleasant sight. Suddenly his fingers brush against a spot deep within you and your hips cant upward, a mewl pulled from the depths of your throat that has more control over you than you do it. Spencerâs eyes flash back to you, a grin playing at his lips. He does it again, looking right into your eyes, and you whine so pitifully your face flushes.Â
âToo much?â he asks. You shake your head firmly, arching your back when he unconsciously slows down. At your response his fingers begin rutting into you again, committing to that spot inside you that makes you see stars. âOf course not. Youâre gonna take whatever I give you, huh?â
âUh-huh,â you nod. Youâd do just about anything for him right at this second. Spencer holds an immense amount of power over you in this moment, and potentially in all future moments moving forward. But you trust him with it.Â
âYou donât have anything to prove to me. I just want you to feel good. Youâll tell me if itâs too much, right?â
But itâs really not too much. Itâs exactly right. Your verbal capacity is acutely limited right now, so you canât exactly say it, but you lock eyes with him and whine shamelessly, hips twisting against his hand. You think he gets the message.Â
Hair falls over his face and he doesnât fix it, opting instead to alternate his gaze between your cunt and face, cursing to himself lowly. You wouldnât want him to stop and fix his hairâwhat you want is this, for him to keep pushing you toward that elusive edge and to keep looking at you like you put all the stars in the sky.Â
âLook at you, my pretty girl. Iâm so proud of you. I know this isnât easy. I know you were scared. Thank you for letting me do this, honey.â
Itâs the unexpected tenderness of the words, perfectly misplaced in the context of the moment. Itâs the devotion, the honesty in his eyes, shining through the haze of lust, which makes your stomach drop and all your muscles tense. A million thoughts jumble in your head, dizzying and thrilling and confusing, but mostly all you can think is Spencer, Spencer, Spencer. Is this how it always is? Your hands tangle in the sheetsâand then all the thoughts vanish. Everything is warm and fuzzy and sparkling clean, no worries, no lingering thoughts, no self-awareness at all. Itâs nirvana. Itâs revelatory. Itâs ridiculous that he did this all in under five minutes and you havenât been able to do it once even with very concerted effort.Â
Slowly you float back into your body, breathing hard and watching through half-lidded eyes as Spencer gently pulls his hand away. Without him you feel weirdly empty and cold, like he should have been there all along. But his touch isnât absent for longâhe runs his hand over the bridge between your hips, little finger dipping into the crease of your thigh.Â
âThatâs never⌠Iâve never done that before,â you admit, slurring your words only slightly.Â
His perfect features contort into a half-frown, half-smile.Â
âYouâve never had an orgasm?â You nod. His head tilts. âReally? You didnât tell me that.â
âWhen would I have told you?â you laugh, finding his waist with your hand and encouraging him to settle his weight on you. He does, burying his face in your neck and exhaling heavily.Â
âWell?â you ask shyly, skating your fingers over his back. âDid I do it right?â
Spencer snorts, but presses a sickeningly sweet kiss to the curve of your neck.Â
âDid you like it?â
âYes,â you admit, voice smaller than youâd have liked. He pushes himself up onto his forearms and kisses you softly.Â
âThen we both did it right.â
âButâŚâ you stare up into his warm honey eyes, searching for any bits of hidden truth you can find. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, utterly unconcerned. âYou know what I mean.âÂ
âI do,â he agrees, âand Iâll say this because I know otherwise youâre going to worry about it forever.â He studies your face reverently for a moment, before parting his lips to speak. The words are slow to come, like heâs trying to figure the sentence out as he goes along. âYou⌠are going to be, problematic, for me.â
Your whisper is almost as small as you feel under his heavy gaze. âWhat dâyou mean?âÂ
âI mean,â Spencer begins, voice low, âI think I liked that too much. Do you see why thatâs troubling?â
The flame you thought had been quenched flickers back to life like a pilot light. Your thighs press together to alleviate a growing ache in a still sensitive area and you answer, âno,â with a small shake of your head. His thumb tenderly traces your jaw, ever-patient despite the fact that youâre obviously playing coy.Â
âBecause I canât have you all the time.â
âYes you can,â you say without hesitation, though your eyes are fluttering. âYou can have me whenever you want. Right now.â
He hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek.Â
âNot tonight. Youâve had enough. Youâre tired.â
âIâm wide awake,â you slur, tangling a hand in his hair even as you lose the battle against your eyelids.Â
He sighs good-naturedly, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist and brushing his lips over the delicate skin.Â
âYouâre shockingly precocious.â
You hum.Â
âYou just unleashed the beast. Youâre like Doctor Frankenstein.â
He chuckles, sitting up and finding your shorts. You manage to be semi-helpful, lifting your legs at appropriate junctures as he tugs your clothing back on. âAnd youâre a nerd.â
âI donât need to take that from you of all people.â
âIâll pretend I didnât hear that,â Spencer says, and the smile in his voice makes you smile, a quarter asleep as he leans over to turn off the lamp on your side of the bed before tugging the covers over both of you.Â
He pulls you close in the dark, releasing a deep sigh as you curl into him. His heartbeat is steady against your ear, his arms warm around you. You can imagine making a home for yourself here. And you donât know if heâs thinking it, but you hope he is, as you are silently repeating to yourself with every beat of his heart;
I love you
I love you
I love you.Â
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part two
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Half Blood | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, TW! YN does get assaulted, mentions of blood, drinking blood, gore, how many times do I mention claws? Oral fem!receiving, fingering, kissing, breeding kink, virgin sex, creampie, and overstimulation.
Word Count: 4.9k
a/n: guys this started off as a quick break from a Sanemi fic I'm working on (keep in mind I think short fics are no longer than 3k) and here I am... with a way longer fic than I intended and something I actually want to expand on in the future. It was a lot of fun to write this so I hope you enjoy it <3
âYou,â His pink irises are illuminated by the moon high in the night sky. The blood within your body cools as you stare back at the man who stored your fate. His inky black hair flows down his shoulder in waves. A deep blue yukata loosely hung on his frame. âIâve been watching you.â Muzan growls, edging ever closer to where you stood. His pointed canines glinted in the light, his nails sharp and ready to claw at your jugular. The demon king rolls his tongue along the tips of his teeth, studying you carefully. Was he deciding whether or not to feast upon your flesh?
He had never seen such a creature as yourself. Your skin was glowing, soft, and supple. The lavender color yukata covered most of your body, a delicate pattern of white flowers spanning the kosode fabric. Your obi was white with purple vines flowing around it. You wear simple white tabies paired with purple strapped zori. Elegance and grace radiated from you. He could smell the wisteria perfume in your hair.Â
It was strange, you were a confrontation to the world he wanted to live in â yet something he could not tear his eyes away from. Here you were, standing in front of him without fear. He rather thought it would be better fun if you were afraid, he did so enjoy the chase. Though, there was â of course â a reason you relented in running away from him. Your eyes were stormy, eclipsed by thousands of emotions. Thatâs when a different smell, that had not yet hit him, tickled his nose. Blood, and not just any blood. You had the blood of a demon in you. Your stern, furrowed brows, with the revolting smell of wisteria burning his nose. You confused him. âWhat are you?â He purs out, not sure if what would come out of your mouth would be a lie or truth. He could always figure it out for himself one way or another.Â
Your lip ticks, a show of annoyance youâd yet to master. The man in front of you knew, he could smell it, of that you were sure. Yet, he dared ask. What are you? Youâd been told many times what you were. An abomination. A curse. A monster. âAre you not the demon king?â You spit back, growing angry. Would the other half of you reject your existence as well? You had hoped at least the demons would have the scarce bit of comradery running through their systems. Muzanâs brows lift, then knit together. Did he need to answer you? After all, he could easily swipe at your neck to kill you for being so insolent. The eager need to hear what you had to say captivated him though.Â
When the man does not answer you tut, crossing your arms over your chest. âHere I thought the mighty demon king would be able to tell me apart from the rest.â You shake your head, laughing stiffly into the night. In a flash Muzan has you pinned to the trunk of a tree. Splinters etch toward your face from the very force of his hand. His muscular body cages you in and it takes you a moment to realize how your body aches to be near him.Â
âI can smell you,â He mutters, squinting his beautiful eyes like he couldnât quite distinguish what he was looking at. âYou assault my senses, itâs driving me mad. Thereâs something different about you.â Muzan had first observed you walking in your village one evening, the way people sneered and cowered at your presence intrigued him. He found himself looking for you every night, wondering what your story was. These villagers were shunning you. He wished to know why such a pretty thing as yourself would be outcasted in her own village. âYou smell like me, yet you are not. So I ask you again, what are you?â His voice is low, edging on the precipice of anger.Â
You do not yield in holding his gaze. âI am you, yet I am not. Born of the sun and moon. A half-blood.â 20 years ago your mother found herself in the entertainment district, serving the pleasures of others. A man came to visit her on multiple occasions. Eventually, the two ran away together. Sharing in love and secrets. Your mother was a demon and your father a local carpenter. How you were able to be conceived was a mystery, even to them. They lived in peace, until one night. The villagers had finally seen through your fatherâs lies, storming their house. They slaughtered both of them and assuming you were a child taken captive, they whisked you away to a widowed mother. As you grew it was obvious where your origins lay, yet no one in the village dared to lay a hand on you.Â
Muzan lets his gaze drop to where your heart pulsed, bouncing the skin of your jugular. âYou are human and demon?â Something pulled tight in his chest. Could you walk in the sun? Did you regenerate? Were you the answer to his plight? âYou are radiant.â He cannot stop the words from falling past his lips. Your eyes light up with recognition, acceptance, and for a moment your past falls away. He had the ever-growing urge to sweep you away. Your very existence was tantalizing to him in the least. He tilts his head, wrinkling his nose at the obscure way you smelt.Â
Your eyes settle on the way he reacts to you, wondering if heâll take you away someplace. Some place away from these villagers who had slaughtered your parents who just wanted to live in harmony. They did not deserve to die and you did not want to live one more second with their murderers. Muzan wanted to take you, but he couldnât. Not yet. You were so fragile. If he were to touch you he would fear you would break on the spot. âAre you going to take me away from this place?â You whisper, hopeful tones floating to Muzan. He swallows something deep and thick.Â
Muzan backs away from you, eyes tensing. âNo.â He replies softly. He could not take you into his den, the other demons were too stupid to realize how precious you were. You would be dead within seconds. The line between your brows hardens again as his words hit you.Â
âNo? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?â Your voice is rising. You sound like a whining child who hasnât gotten their way. Muzan winces at the obvious pain seeping into your voice. You were nothing like heâd ever seen before. Something beautiful, a miracle in his eyes. Therefore, he did not answer you. He simply faded back into the shadows. With his disappearance, your hopes and dreams faded as well.
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The next time you see Muzan is two years later. His hair is shorter than you last saw it, the curls kissing the nape of his neck. This neat look couldnât contain the loose curls that framed his face. A starched white collar shirt was tucked into an ornate waistcoat. He looked utterly different, yet he was your Muzan. He had the same eyes, the same far-off look, and on top of that, you could practically taste his scent. It was overwhelming, crushing even, but in a way, you enjoyed the rush.Â
It was also a fact that you had escaped your village after one of the men tried to see how strong a half-blood was. He told you he was turned on by how revolting you were and he would take you as his wife in duty only. Until then you had never seriously thought about killing a human. The realization was both terrifying and freeing. So you fled to the entertainment district, living off of what you could at the Kyogoku House. There were so many smells here. Food, humans, sex, and demons.Â
You worked under a beautiful oiran, and you could tell⌠she wasnât human. Part of you wanted to become friends with her, but if she hadnât reached out for the sake of commonality, you didnât think there was a chance of any other relationship than servant.Â
Muzanâs brows furrowed. He had come to visit Daki and yet your scent prosecuted his brain. Ever since he left you in the forest that day he had been thinking of a way to retrieve you. You were too precious to let out of his sight again. This time he would secure you. He could feel his blood boil at the thought of you living in the Ukiyo. Kyogoku House was well protected, but anywhere without him wasnât safe for you. Were you being used by men far beneath you? Muzan had never felt such rage toward the thought of men touching a woman. He often indulged in watching, humans were ever so entertaining â but you werenât human. You were one of his and he swallowed harshly at the fact that you werenât only his.Â
He brushes past some of the lower-ranking courtesans, his eye twitching at their giggles. You watch from afar, the familiarity of his back etching a cold ache into your heart. He would leave again, of that you were sure. You hug the fresh sheets to your chest, making your way to the linen closet down the hall. âAh, YN, Iâve been looking for you.â The Okaasan Omitsu stands before you. She has a cunning sneer behind the kind smile she wears.Â
You bow, storing the sheets away before turning your full attention to her. âYes Okaasan?â You can smell the evil intent behind this woman, it makes your stomach sink.Â
âYou wouldnât mind doing me a favor would you?â She uses the word favor like youâd have a choice. She is the Okaasan after all. Itâs like she thinks youâre some stupid girl that will follow whatever she says. Using the word favor is a manipulation tactic and if you were a naive girl, you would be eating out of the palm of her hand.Â
You tilt your head to the left, plastering a fake smile of your own onto your lips. You knew anything out of your mouth except âyes Okaasanâ would make things harder for yourself. So with all your better judgment pushed aside, you say exactly that.Â
Her eyes gleam. âThank you, my dear. If you will kindly follow me.â She walks back up the hall, toward one of the private Ozashiki rooms. You glance around, nerves settling into your bones. You couldnât be headed into one of these rooms, you werenât even a kamuro. You were just an older shinzĹ.Â
She stops in front of the panel, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her mouth. No, please, not this. âYou are very blessed my dear, one of our chĹŤsan is interested in you.â She slides the door aside and sitting against a wall smoking a pipe is a middle-aged man. Cushions are scattered around the floor and a twisted smirk plays with his mouth when he sees you. Okaasan bows then slides the door shut behind you.Â
The room was stifling, the smoke choking out any of the senses you had. It was dizzying. âMmm, youâre a lot older than I thought.â The man sneers, setting his pipe down. The fog of opium seemingly wraps around your throat, making it hard to breathe. âBut youâll do.â He laughs, patting the cushion next to him. âWhy donât you come a little closer?â He offers. Your body tenses. You were in danger, of that you were sure. You were not willing to give your virginity up to such a man but if you denied him the right to your own body, there would be outrage. You swallow, tentatively kneeling on the cushion next to him.Â
He leans over you, sniffing the area around your shoulder. You stiffen. âYou smell so good, better than all those flora bitches.â He growls. âI like your naturalâŚmusk.â Oh Gods did this man â who probably has a wife and children â just compliment how you smell when youâve been working all day? âWhat do you like about me?â What a loaded question.Â
You smile, one that shuts your eyes â if he saw the look in your eyes heâd be sure to know you were lying when you said, âI appreciate your generosity.â You bow your head and the man laughs heartily.Â
His tongue darts out to coat his lips. âI can be more generous if youâd like?â He moves himself closer to you. âI was blessed with wealth, good looks, and a tool to make women scream.â Please let the tool be an ice pick so you can lobotomize yourself. âWhadâya say, darling?â He coos, going in for what appears to be a kiss even though you hadnât been given the time to answer him.Â
You grimace away from his advance, shoving at his chest. The eerie playful tone in the room suddenly seems to vacuum out. The fog is still thick from the burning opium, but you donât miss the way the man before you lunges for you. Heâs panting above you with a charming pointy sneer. âAh ah ah, not so fast. You havenât serviced me, whore.â He digs his nails into your shoulder, pinning you to the wooden floor. âLook at you, begging for my cock with your eyes, ooohh you want it that bad you slut?â He hisses, fumbling with the buckle of his Western-style pants. You squirm wildly under his grasp but itâs like heâs infused with superhuman strength. âIâm gonna fuck you and then, as your reward,â His face is next to yours now, eyes glowing an electric yellow, pupils in slits. âIâm going to kill you.â His hand is on your throat, crushing your windpipe. You choke on what little air you were able to breathe earlier.Â
A demon, this man was a demon. One of your kind. No⌠he wasnât. He was something else. He was driven by the carnal desire to fuck and kill. You were too weak to push him off, your internal forces constantly warring against each other. You had always presented as human, meek, malleable, and obedient. What you would give to have your demon side come forth, bite this fuckerâs head off. You want to scream â but on account of his claws sinking into the back of your neck â if you even moved that would surely be the end of your life.Â
He tears your yukata to shreds, ripping the soft skin of your stomach open as well. Your mouth opens the pressure of a scream pushing against his hand. Blood mixes with the tattered cloth, the cotton dying red.
Muzan pauses, Daki grumbling about some inferior human drama. His eyes search the room, this time Daki taking notice from her self-indulged rant. Where was that smell coming from? He stands, silencing Daki before she can start whining again. The potent smell of blood was swirling to the top floor, but not justâŚany blood. âYN,â He hisses, the annoyance, rage, and blood-boiling sensations he felt earlier returning tenfold. Why were you bleeding? This was fresh cut blood, not from the dues women endured every month. He needed to find you, or he feared the worst. âI need to go.â He barely says to the demon next to him. Her face morphs into one of anger, and before she can hurl anything at him, Muzan slips out of her room. Where were you? He follows the pungent scent, clambering down the stairs and rushing down the hall until heâs in front of a private room. Heâs sweating, for once fear is humming in his ear. He shoves the door to the side, witnessing a demon hunched over your body.Â
Your blood is pooling around you dying the wonderfully blue yukata you wore earlier a sickly brown color. The demon doesnât have time to look up because Muzan is already crushing its head, slashing its throat to shreds of what it once was.Â
The room is covered in blood but the demon is dead. Muzan slides to the floor, cradling you in his lap. âYN, no, no please donât die.â You were his miracle. You were his hope. If anything could save his damned soul it would be you. His arms are trembling as your stomach bleeds out, the skin marred, andâŚGod the smell of your blood was driving him mad. It was something he shouldnât be thinking about as you bleed out under him. You needed to regenerate. He wasnât sure if you could so maybe your demon just needed a little push?
With his free hand, Muzan tears the flesh from his arm, bringing it down to your mouth. His blood trickles onto your lips, sliding into your mouth. After a few silent beats, your eyes shoot open. Muzan has never felt such joy as this very moment. Your arms wrap around his, bringing it into your mouth. Muzan hisses at the way your tongue dances around his wound, lapping up the blood he shed for you. Youâre panting, gasping for more. Your eyes glow as you drag your tongue up the muscle of his forearm. His blood flows through you like your own life force, strengthening your nerves, hardening your muscles. He has made you stronger.Â
It sends a pinch of desire through Muzan. He hadnât felt the heat of wanting to sink his cock into the warmth of a cunt in decades. You were mouthing at his arm, wounds healed on both ends, but now that you were moving the once whole yukata falls off your shoulders. Blood trails from your lips down your chest, between your breasts. Muzan was never one to fend off his desire to want. He took whatever he wanted, without a care. He wanted to take you without a care. Fuck you senseless into the floorboards, claw at you, feed on your blood while you fed on his. It was ecstasy just imagining driving his cock into your pretty tight pussy.Â
âI shouldâve never left you.â He whispers and it sends a rolling wave of want through you. You move to straddle his lap.Â
âThen donât leave me now.â You could both smell it, the heat and arousal in the air. âTake me, my Lord.â He smirks, holding onto your thighs.Â
He hums, enjoying the way youâre bare in front of him. You were a sight to behold. âMmm, such a smart girl.â A portal opens underneath him, the wooden floor sinking into an expanse of rooms, platforms, doors, lights, and endless corridors. The sheer speed whips your hair around your face until â it doesnât. Youâve stopped in the middle of whatever this place was. âWelcome home,â Muzanâs pink eyes darken to a deep crimson as he sits up straighter, pressing himself into you. You moan in delight as his hands work their way up your hips, sitting you down on the stiff part of his lap.Â
You tilt your head, peeking at him. âIâve never liked pants,â you mumble, playing with the hem of his. He chuckles his smirk growing.Â
âAnd why is that?â He inquires, moving his tongue to lick up the blood that has traveled toward your navel. You choke out a moan as he makes his way between your breasts. You can feel his teeth against your skin and itâs a wretched thought. âAheh,â He swipes at the crest of your breast.Â
âH-hard to get off.â Muzan hums against your skin in agreement, but heâs too preoccupied with the way you tremble with untapped pleasure.Â
He wants to tear into your flesh, mark you as his, burn only his name onto your tongue. âSuch an eager kitten,â He licks his lips, capturing the back of your neck in his hands. âYou want me bare that badly?â All you can manage is a small nod as he gingerly moves you so that youâre laying down. Your hips are still lined up with his as he gazes at you. âI can promise you I have a similar urgency.â He grins, pulling the belt from his breeches with a smooth movement. He tosses it to the side, but doesnât make any more movements to pull his pants down. Muzan notices your heated gaze pointed toward his hardened groin.Â
Did you know nothing about the workings between a man and woman? His eyes trail down your body, stopping at the apex of your thighs. He wraps his arms around the bend of your knee, smirking when your eyes widen in surprise. He tugs you upwards, to where your legs are over his shoulders. Being this close to your glistening pink cunt made his groin stiffen even more, if that was possible. The smell of you was intoxicating. He couldnât help himself. âWhat a fucking view.â He growls.Â
Muzan buries his head between your thighs, latching his mouth onto your swelling clit. You gasp in pleasure, breaths turning into ragged moans as he plunges his tongue deeper into you. âO-oh my God, fâck, ngh.â With the way his tongue his twisting and sucking inside of you, breathing seemed impossible. His claws dig into your outer thigh, scratching red trails to your knees. He devours every bit of you he can reach, crazed by the tangy sweetness of your arousal. Your walls were squeezing around his tongue, heat running through your body.Â
Your own hands find your stiff nipples, rolling them around in your fingers. You couldnât get enough, it was the same feeling you received from drinking his blood. Heat rolling around in your veins as his eyes take in your puffy cunt and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. He maneuvers one hand from under your knee to the one place that was being ignored on you â your entrance. It was like the gate to a shrine and he wanted to worship there for eternity. âLook at how fucking wet your cunt is.â His pointed nails shape into shorter rounder ones, he dare not damage this holy place. Then, without warning, he presses two fingers into you. A yelp echoes across the void of the infinity castle. âAhhh, shit,â You huff, tensing from the sensation of your pussy being stretched.Â
Muzan knew you were a virgin, he would be lying if the fact didnât make him grow more feral to have you sit on his cock and take his seed deep within you. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you. That was all he could think about while lapping up your wetness.Â
The slick from your cunt was sucking his fingers in, a growl rumbling around your clit. This makes you scream out as a shockwave shoots through you. Your thighs are shaking and every once and a while â as Muzan still selfishly fingers you through your climax, sucking on your clit â your body will twitch. Heavy and heady moans fall from your lips, breaking into whines as you come down from your high.Â
âYou did such a good job my sweet,â Muzan lowers you gently back to the floor. Your neck is sore from being at an awkward angle for so long, but you would give anything to see the disheveled man before you with your arousal still on his lips. âThatâs it. Prefect. Youâre so perfect.â He mutters, licking his lips and watching you still play with your nipples.Â
Though you feel like youâve just ascended, you crave more. You want Muzan to breed you like his own personal slut. âM-more,â You gasp. âI feel so empty my Lord.â You huff, the edges of your voice bleeding to a whine. Muzanâs eyes widen. He hadnât intended to fuck you just yet. Give you some time to grow accustomed to sexual things so it wasnât rushed, but your eyes are pleading him to continue. Heâs⌠nervous, which isnât like the demon king. Heâs so eager to please you. Make sure youâre comfortable. He wants to give you hell, heaven, and the earth.Â
âYouâre practically begging me.â He chuckles, unsure if you really knew what you were asking. There was no way that once Muzan slid into your heady cunt that he would not ravish you. There was no way to tell time in the infinity castle, so there was no way for him to know when to stop until he was satisfied. You squirm to get closer to him, spreading your legs wide for him. His gaze drops from yours to your center, whatever shred of humanity that was left in him suddenly flying away. âSuch a filthy slut. Youâre already hungry for more? You want me to fill you up? Then beg for it.â His eyes narrow into slits, the magma growing in his belly.Â
Your body cools with a shiver of excitement, as you reach down in between your thighs. You purse your lips and then spread your labia apart. The cool air tickles the sticky wetness but you can tell itâs doing something for him. âPlease, my King, I want you to fuck me so hard I canât think. I want you to take my virgin pussy and make it yours.âÂ
The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. âAs you wish my Queen.â He frees his cock and you have to take a moment to gulp at the sheer size of it. The head is leaking precum and bruised a red color from the lack of release. The shaft is a pale pink, a thick vein running down the underside. The muscles of his hips also catch your attention. They were unlike the drawings some of the courtesans had shown you. His were muscular, ready to thrust into you for hours.Â
Muzan lines himself up at your entrance, this time with the head of his cock. The idea was thrilling, finally pushing into your pussy and breaking the barrier of your womanhood. He hisses as your slick coats him, making it easy enough to start entering you. Your face contorts with a mixture of pain and pleasure. âShhh, you can take it.â You want to wiggle away from him, the pain of his member stretching you out is enough to break you. âAh ah ah, youâre not going anywhere pretty girl. Remember you asked for this.â Muzan leans over you seizing your mouth with his own. You share a leisurely kiss as he swallows your moans.Â
He feels the head of his cock hit your hymen and with a wince he thrusts past it. He can feel the rush of silky blood around his cock, but he tries his best to divert your attention with heated kisses. You break free, a long drawn out moan gasping out of you. âAhhh, oh my, hngh nngh yes!âÂ
Muzan nuzzles into your neck, the feeling of your walls clenching around him driving him practically insane. âYeah? Tell me how good I am. Tell me how good I am at fucking you.â He hisses out, desperate for your compliments and approval.Â
âNnnggh, sâgood, fâckinâ me sâgood.â You slur, drunk on how he guided a new path into you. You pant and writhe under him, eyes fluttering shut.Â
âNot yet my love, I want you to watch.â He starts to move his hips and you wince in burning pleasure. âThatâs it. Youâre doing so good.â He grunts, snapping his hips back into you. The wet slap of skin hitting skin sends shivers down your back.Â
Youâre straining against the build up in your stomach, a pit of coils wanting to spring forth. âMmm, harder.â You huff, reach out to grab the back of his neck. He shakes his head, a playful smirk on his swollen lips.Â
âUse your manners.â He teases, squeezing his eyes shut.Â
âPlease fuck me harder.â You mewl just as he starts to thrust into you with a quickened rhythm. Your breath is sucked away by the pure bliss aching from the friction.Â
Muzan bites down on his lip, brushing a few curls that had come free from behind his ear. âYou like it when I do that?â He quizzes, fucking you harder. You can only manage a nod.
Your voice has grown hoarse from moans breaking into screams and whines. You buck your hips along with his as you arch your back, tumbling over your peak. âFâck, haa haa hnngh,â You squeeze his cock and release his neck, breathless from your second orgasm.Â
âCum all over my cock, fuck,â Muzan growls, the feeling of your slick cum coating his length. He was gliding into you with such ease. He would apologize to you later for this. He pounds into your sensitive cunt, overstimulating you as you cry out. He rams himself into you and stays deep within your pussy. Panting heavily Muzan finally crashes over his own wave of pleasure. Splurting his cum around the walls of your pussy. He doesnât want to pull out â for one fact he wanted all of his cum to stay within you â and for another fact, you were all the salvation he needed. He could find redemption with you. He rolls you both onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip to make sure he can stay inside of you.Â
This was it, you had driven him to the edge and he would make sure to never let anything else touch you. As he gazes upon your soft features drifting off to a satisfied slumber he feels what once was his heart ache. âWe should get married.â He blurts out.
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I'm loving your work so far and had to follow for more!
I was wondering, if you're not busy, if you could do the scenario when the reader tells them i can hold the whole world in my hands and the other looks confused and the reader holds their face in their hands with the hazbin crew + striker and how'd they react to it?
If not, it's totally cool. I look forward to what you put out next! đ
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"I can hold the entire world in my hands. Wanna see?"
tags: gn!afab! reader// gn!ftm! for angel, fluff, cuteness, established relationships
Alastor
A crackle of radio feedback as his eye twitches when you reach for him, calms for a second when you cup his face. His clawed hands rest on top of yours. He's rather confused, how is this holding the--
"You're my whole world, Alastor~!" You grin up at him, lovingly.
The facade of a smile he always wears slips for only a second. But it's one second too long and you catch it. His eyebrows relax, lids drooping, cheeks pushing upwards and he beams at you softly. A genuine smile crossing his lips. He cups your face in return, puffing your cheeks like a fish and a muffled laugh track plays. Leaning his forehead against yours, he grins.
Softly, he whispers, "And you are mine, mon cour."
Lucifer
Immediately his eyes well up. He doesn't have the need to act all cool and collected when he's a total softie. He leans his cheek further into your palm, his eyelids fluttering shut allowing for a moment of respite. Tilting your chin upwards, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss.
"I love you more than anything. You are my life, sweetling, my galaxy. I would dismantle Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to keep you and Charlie safe."
Charlie
The meeting with Heaven hadn't gone to plan and now, she's curled up like a little blanket burrito in her crimson comforter. She doesn't say anything when you announce that you can hold the whole world in your hands, but she's definitely curious in the way she immediately watches you with interest. She's confused when you cup her cheeks but soon gasps loudly in realization, eyes welling up. You always know just what to say when she's feeling blue.
"M-me? I'm your whole world? But you're my whole world, too!" Charlie grunts, breaking free of her blanket cocoon to cup your face in return. "Look! Now I can hold the world too~!"
Vaggie
She expected your reaction to be much worse. Vaggie finally admitted, albeit she was forced to tell, that she had been an angel this entire time. You hadn't been sure how to react and it was clear you were hurt by her secret and she respected that you needed time to process all of this new information. What she hadn't expected was you approaching her a few hours later, gently cupping her face and telling her that she was your entire world.
A valve breaks loose and Vaggie begins to cry. She wanted to tell you for so long! She really, really did, but she didn't know how! You hold her close, slipping down onto the floor with her letting her cry on your shoulder.
"I didn't want to keep this part of me a secret, but there was so much risk in people knowing-- if they would directly come for you, I just... I couldn't risk your safety if you knew what I truly was. I love you so much, I just wanted to keep us safe."
Husk
The glass he had been wiping down would've shattered on the ground had his tail not caught it. His wings instinctively fluff up, setting the cup on a rack with the rest of the clean, empty glasses.
"Didja have to get up there to tell me this?" He clears his throat deeply, gesturing wildly to ask what you were doing. You, currently perched on top of the bar counter on your knees cupping his face.
"Yeah!" You chirp with a grin. Husk sighs, grabbing you by the waist and hefting you down and off the countertop. He doesn't say a word when your legs wrap around his waist and your arms slide around his shoulders. His cold nose presses to your cheek and he chuckles softly, utterly happy and in love.
"You're a dork, huh, hun? But you're my dork." Husk purrs softly, pulling you in for a brief kiss.
Angel Dust
Owlishly, he stares at you. That confusion melts into a genuine smile and a soft chuckle. His third set of arms materializes, tugging you in by your hips while the other two wrap around your shoulders and waist respectively. Pressing his soft cheek to yours, he affectionately nuzzles you with a laugh.
"You're full of surprises, ain't ya, toots? Y-you're my everything, baby. My world. The one light in this whole damned darkness I call my life."
Vox
He was expecting something much different from you when you climbed into his lap, turning his attention away from his displayed monitors. Red eyes flickering, he's confused when you grasp both sides of his monitor screen. This is new...?? Vox's gaze widens as you finish your statement, chuckling deeply. Covering your hands in his, he places your hand to his chest where his dead heart would still be beating. You make him feel alive, no heartbeat and all.
"Fuck, baby, that's pretty cheesy. But I liked it." Vox grins, red dripping from the corners of his mouth. "C'mere, sweets. Wanna kiss ya."
Blitzø
Why do you have to say some of the cutest shit? Ugh, it makes his heart feel all weird and he's not sure how to react, but he does appreciate it nonetheless, especially with the two of you being alone. You know he's been working on his emotions, trying to do better. When he can't find the words to say, he nuzzles your palm softly and gives you a wobbly smile before harshly rubbing at his eyes.
"Th-thank you, ah, fuck.. Why am I crying? Must be a damn ninja chopping some fuckin' onions somewhere." He sniffles, deeply sighing. He grasps your hand in his, squeezing it softly. "I'm not sure if the world is a large enough example.. To, y'know, express my love or whatever.."
Loona
She's pretty taken aback by your statement, a soft blush staining her cheeks. Her tail gives a little wag and she smiles. Bending down to your height, she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, her hand slipping into yours.
"You're such a sap, babe, but I love you too. You're my world as well. C'mon, let's see what kind of chaos Beel is having at her party tonight. Not every day I can show off how amazing my partner is."
Striker
Saying that he's surprised is an understatement. He recovers quickly, a smirk curling up his lips and he chuckles softly. He kisses each of your palms, gently removing them from his face. He tugs you in close, tail swaying behind him. Tilting your chin up, his claw running along your lower lip. He leans in close, lips only inches away. His voice noticeably deepens.
"You're sweeter than pie, ain't ya, sugar? Got my heart and stomach all twisted in knots like somethin' awful. I'm not the best with words but I'd be happy to show ya just how much your tender sentiment is mutual. If you'll have me."
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old man!logan howlett x housewife!reader
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logan didn't know what he was going to do with you. such a needy little rabbit. that's the only thing he could compare you to, a fuckin' rabbit.
"slow down, sweets." logan mutters against your glossy lips.
all day, you were longing for logan's touch. the second you heard his truck pull into the driveway, you practically jump into his big strong arms. he could smell your arousal down the street. you wanted nothing more than for logan to bring out his inner animal, but he was going to make you work for it.
you dragged him into your shared bedroom once he shrugged off his suit jacket. logan noticed how clean the bedroom looked, the only things on the nightstand were his cigars and one of your pretty coffee mugs. your bedsheets were the same colors as your lingerie, soft lilac and white.
"let me get a look at ya', princess." logan says in your ear while you try to climb in his lap. instead, you give him a little spin, his hands never leaving your hips. "look like a doll."
you smile at him then shove him roughly on his back, climbing on top of the older man. by no means were you stronger than logan but when you get like this, he wonders if you were the one with the adamantium skeleton.
"been thinking about you all day long..." you say, clawing at his white button-down. logan chuckles, moving his hands further south on your body.
"whatcha been thinking 'bout?" he asks, squeezing your ass.
"fucking you."
logan loves when you get like this. you bat your pretty lashes up at him while saying the filthiest things. even in his older state, he liked keeping up with someone younger.
"i'm not sure, princess." logan sighs. "i'm pretty tired from work."
"we try something different if you want?" you suggest sweetly running your fingers through his grey hair.
"like what?"
without hesitation, you get up and straddle his chest backward. his button-down was opened exposing his toned stomach. logan wasn't up to date on modern-day sex terms, he knew what he liked and pretty much stuck to it unless you introduced him to something. what? he's old fashion.
"so, you're just gonna sit on my-" logan's words died in his throat the moment you started unbuckling his belt.
you pull out his half-hard cock and begin slowly pumping him. logan couldn't believe the position you put yourself in but he sure was thankful for it. as you traced one of his veins with your tongue, logan pulled your hips closer to his mouth, messily making out with your cunt over the material of your lilac panties. this made you wiggle your hips annoyed by his teasing.
"please..." you huff, taking him out of your mouth to beg. "no teasing, lo..."
logan tugs you back against him roughly so he can slurp up the wetness that coated the now dark purple material. when you begin to kitten lick him, smacking the tip against your tongue, logan tosses his head back and lets out a feral moan.
"sorry, sweetheart." he groans, extending one claw to cut your panties off of you then putting it back away.
"logan!" you gasp, wanting to scold him.
suddenly, you feel him spread you open with his fingers without warning, logan spits directly onto your cunt. butterflies flutter inside of you at his dirty action. logan then switch's between sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue, savoring the taste of you.
"f-fuck, lo..." you moan around his length while scratching at his thick thighs. you can feel him grin against your most intimate area.
logan releases you from his mouth with a tiny pop. he can see you pulsing, needing to be filled. within seconds, logan takes two fingers into his mouth coating them with spit then angles them at your entrance.
"ugh, fuck!" you feel like the wind was just knocked from your lungs. logan was relentless, gradually increasing his pace while your forehead rested against one of his thighs.
"thought this was supposed to be 50/50 effort, sweetheart?" logan teases, hitting that spongey spot inside of you with his fingers repeatedly. "gonna make your old man do all the work-"
"shut up." you groan, placing your cunt back against his mouth.
a small whimper falls from logan's lips, breaking down his tough man persona. you adored when the 'big bad wolf' became a submissive little play thing.
logan can feel you clenching around his fingers, sucking him in completely. he wasn't far behind but he needed more. through blurry vision, you can see logan bend his knees and lift his hips so he's hitting the back of your throat at his own pace; the tip kissing your esophagus.
"such a good fuckin' girl..." logan groans against your lips.
neither of you could warn the other about your approaching orgasms. eyes full of stars when suddenly logan coats your throat while you grind against his face, his soaked beard leaving faint red scratches on your inner thighs.
you must have laid on him for a moment too long after because logan playfully slaps your ass, sending you scurrying away from him.
"how was that?" you pant, facing him normally again with a fucked out smile.
"fuckin' amazing, princess," he says, grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss. you straddle logan's waist again, feeling him harden again underneath you.
"that was quick." you giggle against his lips.
"mhm, think you'll be able to keep up?" he challenges you.
"watch it, old man..." you smirk, lifting up and placing him at your entrance. "or you're gonna need a seatbelt when i ride it."
as you sink down on him, logan was torn on where to steady his gaze. he wanted to stare at where the two of you were connected but when your hand start pawing at his dog tags desperately, he knew the answer was to look up at your adorable fucked out face.
"you doin' alright there sweetheart?" logan purrs underneath you, wrapping a hand around your hair and tugging softly. your stamina always impressed him, how you could keep going and going was beyond his old fragile state. "bet you want your old man to take over, huh? fuck you nice and good like you deserve? know you want it, baby."
logan knew the best way to get into your head and your panties were with his words. it always worked, until now.
"what did i tell you earlier, baby?" you taunt him, reaching over and grabbing your ripped underwear to shove in his mouth. "shut up."
"oh, fuck" logan moans against the material while your hips bounce frantically against his; shaking the bed frame and banging it against the wall.
thank god, the two of you live deep in the woods or else your neighbors would constantly think there's an earthquake coming when the two of you were fucking. you feel logan twitch inside of you, letting you know he's close.
"let go, lo..." you moan, leaning down to his ear level while he desperately smacks your hips into his, chasing his high. "you know you wanna cum inside it."
logan's hips snapped, drooling all over your panties as your cunt sucks him in. his warmth coats your walls pearly white while one of his hands comes down to play with your clit until your moaning vulgarly in his ear.
"r-r-right there, lo..." you whimper, biting down on his shoulder as you cum around him. "please, please don't stop!"
neither of you wanted to move once both of you come down from your highs. you pull your ripped up panties out of logan's mouth before slumping down on top of his chest.
"tired, princess?" he chuckles.
"mhm..." you sigh, getting comfortable against him.
"look who's getting old now, hm?" logan teases, flipping you over carefully onto the sheets.
"stay..."
"i'm just clean you up." he assures you. "get some rest. i'll be here."
those were the last words you heard before falling asleep in his arms.
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Four in the morning ( when you creep back into bed )
Pairing: Wolverine x Top Male Reader
Cw: 18+, fingering, anal sex, sub!wolverine, dom!male reader, fwb,
Thinking about Wolverine whoâs always so impatient to wind down after a long day, calls you over to his place with someone elseâs blood and guts still caked onto him.
He hasnât even finished up the call when heâs stripping the clothes off of him, before pushing strong thighs up to his chest, spit slicked fingers working on loosening the tight ring of muscles, all while counting down how long it takes for you to get there, silently wondering if he should have someone else finish up the job instead.
By the time you arrive, heâs already driving three fingers up inside his tight wet hole, the muscles in his wrist flexing with how hard heâs going, angry red cock uselessly slapping against his stomach as he fucks himself down onto his fingers , all while frustrated noises roll off of his tongue because of course this isnât enough to make him finish
The frustration only grows when he sees you standing motionless at the door, and heâs quick to tell you to hurry over and fuck him already, even huffing and puffing as he proceeds to turn over and present his ass for you because fuck does he have to do everything around here?
âcome on come on come onâ he rushes out, hand parting his cheeks to show you his hungry cunt, momentarily wondering if he should just tie you up and use you however he wants.
But just as the thought strikes his head he feels your cock brushing up against the furls of muscles, and a sigh of relief escaping his lips as you finally slide inside him.
Despite the amount of prep thereâs a slight burn that comes with the stretch, muscles reflexively resistant as you sink further into him, but he happily welcomes it; toes curling, clawed nails threatening to poke hole in the sheets, as the pleasurable flames slowly but surely engulf him âmfp - ah fuck thatâs it yes yes yes, took you ah took you long enough,â
He steadily takes you inch by inch till youâre buried to the hilt; ass flushed with your hips, pressed so close he can practically feel your heartbeat against his skin, even feels himself going lax in as if youâve finally quenched the fire thatâs burning inside of him.
âCouldnât exactly teleport here now could I?â
Just as heâs about to retort with something sarcastic, you give an experimental roll of your hips cock head brushing up against the wall of nerves that knocks the wind out of him , desperately gasping for air when he demands âFuck!, oh -oh need more come on, please!!â
âEasy there , going ah- to hurt yourself,â you splurt out , fingers digging into his hips as if to prevent yourself from ramming into the man.
Logan however couldnât care less, uses his hips to push himself back down onto your length, body shuddering and groans escaping his lips as he starts fucking himself on your dick. âIâll - ah - Iâll heal,â
Thatâs when he feels your fingers yank at his hair, pulling him back til his head is resting on your shoulder before driving up into him at a relentless pace, all while keeping a sturdy hand on his hip, turning and twisting his body as you please- as if he weighed nothing .
âThis what you wanted huh?â You breathe into his ear while continuously slamming into his hungry cunt.
For a moment heâs unable to muster up a response, lost in the way youâre slamming your hips into him so hard it almost hurts, stretching his body in ways that makes him feel like heâs being split in half on your cock.
But the constant jabs to his prostate eventually coaxes the words right out of him âYes! Yes! Yes! donât stop fuck!â He gasps out feels himself already inching closer to his orgasm, and maybe heâd be embarrassed about it if he hadnât been worked up for such a long time. All he can do now is keep a vice like grip on your cock fearing youâd be cruel enough to pull out when heâs so close to cumming
Fortunately for him you donât do any of that, instead you continue ramming straight into him til the tension in his balls grow unbearable tight and heâs withering in your arms.
âCum-cumming-â is all he manages to blurt out, body tensing for a moment before spurting ropes of cum all over the mattress. âMph fuck!â He cries out, , world blurring, ears ringing as he continues rides out his high in your arms.
Eventually he stops shaking in your embrace and upon catching his breath heâs hit with the smell of a coppery scent, one heavy eyelid prying open just to be met with the sight of his claws digging into your now bloody hands. A wave of panic rushes through him, and heâs quick to retract his claws before he goes to say something. But just as heâs about to speak you interrupt him âitâs okayâ
He doesnât say a word as he brings your hands to his lips, tongue slipping out and lapping up the bloody mess on your skin.
âJesus Christ Logan,â you wince out, head dropping into the nook of his neck as he cleans you up, swears he can feel your cock twitching inside as he continues on with his task , his lips all bloody and smiling ear to ear when he says the words âAnother round?â
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The Gnosis Can Wait
Requested By: No one. Original work.
CW: 5.0 spoilers below this line!!! 5.0 spoilers below this line! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
Summary: After his battle with Mavuika, Capitano was left injured. He retreats wanting to replan his strategy when he runs into you, the Creator, who had just descended to Teyvat.
Note: So how are you all liking Natlan? As of right now I think itâs okay only because I want to return to Fontaine đ
Capitano wasnât used to the taste of defeat.
As number one in the Fatui harbingers and the strongest amongst them no doubt, he is used to winning every match he partakes in. Or for his opponents to concede before the battle even begins.
Yet he doesnât take it to heart, he knows the outcomes of every battle can differ in many different ways and he isnât arrogant about his strength.
Mavuika was a God after all. Even though his power rivals hers, he knew he would have to best her with a foolproof strategy and it seemed barging in wasnât the right one. She was a worthy opponent.
Capitano returns to his camp, the pain in his chest still burning from the small wound Mavuika left on him. He can wait, once his wound heals then he will strike her again, only this time he wonât miss. At least he has an ally in his pocket keeping him up to date on all the politics within Natlan.
âMy lord,â Capitanoâs right hand, Rezanov begins while bowing. âWe found footprints nearby. We believe someone might stumble into camp soonâŚâ
Capitano lets out a sigh underneath his mask, âhow many people?â
âWe believe only one, thereâs only one track of footprints.â
Only one person? Nothing really to worry about. Unless this person is returning to tell the Archon his location.
âFind them and bring them here.â He orders and Rezanov nods and quickly takes off.
âââ
Okay⌠donât freak out. Donât freak outâŚ
You just woke up in Genshin Impact.
You remember waiting impatiently by your PC for the newest update to the game, but you mustâve fallen asleep while waiting. Now you were dreaming about the it? Jeez, even in your own dreams you thought about the game. You really needed to touch grass. (lol jk jk luv you all)ďżź
You were dreaming about Natlan⌠a nation that you havenât even played yet. You couldnât have had a dream about your favorite nation? Or meeting all your favorite characters?
But everything felt so real. Even after watching the trailer and the leaks youâve seen online, thereâs no way you could know such detail about the nation. Maybe it was just your mind filling in the gapsâŚ
âStop right there!â
You turn around and your blood runs immediately cold. It was two fatui skirmishers and one fatui agent. You donât even know the amount of times youâve killed these enemies for their drops or just for the fun of it.
So this is how you die⌠at least this is better than falling into the claws of Childe, who youâd beat up anytime you built a new character.
âOur lord the Captain will deal with you, come with us with no fight.â
Scratch that. This was much, much worseâŚ
âWait⌠isnât thatâŚ?â One of them whispered.
They put down their weapons, looks of remorse on their faces.
âYour Grace⌠please for give our imprudence we had no idea it was youâŚâ Rezanov. âPlease come with us, the Captain would be delighted to see you.â
Right⌠youâve read fanfics like this before. Believing youâre their Creator⌠you wonder if your blood was gold. Perhaps you could check later. For now, you were going to follow them, itâs not like Capitano has appeared in the game you can get a first time look at him.
You follow the trio deeper into the forest, a small fireplace in the distance, you could only assume the Captain would be there.
âMy lord, we found who was trailing around camp. Their Grace has decided to bless us with their presence on Teyvat once more.â
Capitano turns around and say nothing for what felt like forever. Even with the helmet, you knew he was staring intently at you.
âYour Grace.â He finally says, his voice much softer than you ever expected. âI am honored to be in your presence.â
He approached, towering over you.
âYou three. Fetch Their Grace some foodââ he looks down at you once more. âAnd a change of clothes.â
You feel embarrassment creep up your neck. Whatâs wrong with your pajamas? Could he tell they werenât from this word?
He holds out his hand, and you take it being able to feel the warmth underneath the glove. This dream was much realer than you thoughtâŚ
Capitano leads you to his large tent holding the flaps open so you could enter. âWe werenât expecting your arrival so I apologize for the lack of preparationsâŚâ
You shake your head, âeverything is fine.â Not like youâd be here foreverâŚ
âYou can have my tent You Grace, I will camp outside.â He adds.
You furrow your eyebrows, âthis tent is big enough for two people, canât we just share it?â
Capitano doesnât say nothing for a moment, you fear youâve mightâve offended him with your offer but it was the complete opposite. Capitano felt as if he was on top of the world, to share a camp with the Creator? To be able to protect you? To see your sleeping faceâŚ
He feels his cheeks grow crimson and he is eternally grateful for his helmet. âOf course, if thatâs what you wish Your GraceâŚâ
The flaps to the tent open and Rezanov enters the tent. âMy lord, we've received word that the Pyro Archon has lost much of her power.â
âAlthough your injury complicates things, this is most certainly the opportune time to seize the Gnosis...â
Capitano was slightly irritated with his subordinateâs unwarranted entry but he wouldnât do anything yet, not while you were right in front of him.
âThe Gnosis can wait, we have more important mattersâŚâ he replies, his focus never leaving you.
Š avocad1s 2024
Note: Capitano was the highlight of Natlan for me. Sorry but iâm a Fatui Harbinger glazer đ whyâd they make them so fine? Itâs not fair⌠Now hereâs to hoping my man is playable, saving all my primos for him so he better not disappoint.
Edit: I know Mavuika isnât a God but Iâm thinking Capitano wouldnât know that since sheâs the only one of the Seven that isnât a one which is where I went with this fic
#genshin cult au#sagau#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#sagau x reader#self aware genshin#sagau fatui#avocad1s posts#sagau capitano
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Hey! Can I request a Clark x reader where they're dating but reader doesn't know Clark is superman. And then superman interacts with them for whatever reason and is flirty bc that's his person!!! But reader is like âď¸ hey buddy back off. I'm HAPPILY taken
this is such a cute request!!!! Argh!!!!
clark kent/superman x gn!reader. fluff, brief danger but r is okay. superman flirting with you but he's dating you? he's just a goober. i lub him <3 PLEASE feel free to imagine maws!clark. I feel like this is very himcore đĽ°
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Being a florist in Metropolis is good work. Lots of people still buy flowers, which is great. Many actually buy bouquets for Superman and leave them on display as support. Poppies, yellow tulips, and cornflowers. They're one of your favorite arrangements.
The downside to being a florist in Metropolis, however, is that on occasion, your flower display ends up the target of a killer robot.
You're not sure why that is. Mostly, you wish people would stop building killer robots.
You've gone outside to see what the commotion is about when you're grabbed by a metal claw. It squeezes hard, almost cutting off your air. You squirm in terror as the robot stomps down Main Street, crushing cars and asphalt in its wake.
"Help!" you scream when you catch your breath, and the robot squeezes you harder.
A dizzying blur of red, yellow, and blue zips past you. You think of your flowers.
The blur cuts through the metal like nothing. The robot begins to collapse, twitching and groaning. Its metal creaks, grip loosening on your body.
You hardly fall before Superman is there, cradling you to his chest.
"I've got you," he says, tucking you close.
You look up at him, and he beams at you, like saving you from a killer robot has been the best part of his day.
Come to think of it, Superman came to your aid surprisingly fast, even for him.
And he holds you... intimately. Like you've known him for years. Your heart picks up.
"Uh," he says, cheeks flushed. "Areâare you okay?"
You smile politely, arms around his neck. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Superman."
He nods, flying down the street. "Good. I'll get you back to your shop and clean up the flowers."
You tilt your head. "How do you know I'm a florist?"
Superman looks at you, blue eyes wide.
"Oh! I... uh, I've seen your arrangements all over the city. They're beautiful. I'd never forget that they belong to an equally beautiful face."
Goodness. If Superman is this forward with everyone he rescues, it's no wonder your flower arrangements are in high demand.
"I'm flattered," you begin, and Superman once again aims that grin with the power of a thousand suns at you. "But, respectfully, I'm very happily taken, so I would appreciate it if you'd keep this rescue professional."
Superman raises an eyebrow. To your surprise, he smiles wider.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't realize you were taken. My sincerest apologies. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"No, it's alright. I'm honored, but you couldn't pull me away from my boyfriend even with your super strength."
Superman's cheeks turn pinker. He sets you down in front of your store with the utmost care, not letting go until you have your bearings. He takes a step back, rubbing his neck. The gesture makes your brain itch. You don't know why.
"Well, uh, he must've done something right if he's lucky enough to be with you."
"Luck has nothing to do with it," you say fiercely. You don't know why you're so indignant about defending Clark's reputation to Superman. It's not like Clark will ever hear about it.
"No?"
"Not at all. He's an incredible person, kind and smart and loving, and if anyone's lucky, it's me."
Superman makes an aborted gesture to take your hand, then redirects and awkwardly pats your arm instead. You squint at him. He quickly moves away.
"Ah. Sorry. Well, I doubt that. I bet you're equally spectacular."
"Oh. Thank you."
You primly take his hand and give it a good shake. Superman bows his head and laughs.
He takes a step back, eyes bright like you've just made his day.
"Well, I wish you the best with your boyfriend. I'm sorry for being so forward. I've seen your Superman bouquets; your reputation precedes you. I make it a point to know reputed people in Metropolis."
"I can't imagine I'm very high on that list," you say.
"Ah, you'd be surprised. Besides, I never forget a face."
Superman darts behind you and moves at neckbreaking speed to clean up your partially maimed flowers. In three seconds, it's returned to its former glory.
"Well, uh, I'll be seeing you," Superman says, hands clasped behind his back. "I mean, I hope not in a circumstance like this! Th-then again, when else would we see each other? Scratch that, I hope there's no reason for us to cross paths because that would mean you're in danger. Uh, but I don't mean that in a bad way! I justâ"
You snort and reach over to take a yellow tulip from your display. You give it to Superman, who takes it like you've just handed him a newborn baby.
"I'm still taken," you say. "But you're very sweet, Superman. Take care, alright?"
"Yeah," he says, tucking the tulip into the strap of his cape. "Yes, you too. Goodbye!"
He soars away, the tulip like a star on his cape.
Superman is handsome and kind, no doubt. But he's certainly no Clark Kent.
#clark kent x reader#superman x reader#superman x you#clark kent x you#clark kent imagine#superman imagine#clark kent fanfiction#superman fanfiction#dc imagine#dc fanfic#dc x you#inbox#blurb
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Simon Riley / female reader Secret baby trope / 18+ Inspo musing
Itâs your eyes.
He notices them first.
They glance over from across the room, incredibly brief. You touch on everyone seated along the worn wood, cataloguing, categorizing, before turning your attention back to your friend, who seems to be in the middle of a story.
Like Johnny is.
âLT, ye even listeninâ to me?â Simon nods, but heâs still watching you. Tracing your spine, staring at the exposed skin on your neck. He imagines you smell like lavender, or citrus. Something spritely and soft. He conjures up the image of his thumb pressing into your bottom lip, and he wonders how plush it is.
You look like a perfect little treat.
And heâs in need of one.
âSheâs bonnie.â Johnny sips his beer, eyebrow raised. âLike what ye see?â He shrugs. He hasnât taken a woman to bed in years. It always ends up feeling wrong somehow, stale. Unease twists in his gut when clothes start to come off, anxiety trembles in the swell of his blood, and his scars begin to feel fresh. Torn open.
Sex makes him feel torn apart. Ripped to shreds.
But heâs not opposed to having another go at it. Not if you're the one taking his cock like a good girl.
There's something about you. Youâre bright, like a little jewel, sparkling in the sun. A piece of something precious. Too golden to be tarnished, too sunny to be sullied by darkness.
He nearly swallows his tongue when you appear at the end of the bar, opposite of Johnny. Youâre waiting to order another beer, he assumes, but you look over at him for too long, a second or two, and it tells him all he needs to know.
Itâs in your eyes.
âHi.â Your lips curve upwards at each side, a secretive smile, imparted only on him. His heart flutters like a school boy, young and naive all over again. His skin is hot, prickled under his clothes, hair on the back of his neck standing straight up.
Fuck, you're so pretty. You're perfect.
He's staring at your lips, memorizing the pert Cupid's bow, the soft color that shines when your tongue darts out to lick them.
Johnny clears his throat. Simon's brain catches up to his body. "Hey-"
An oversized brute jostles you, his shoulder nearly pushing you into Johnny. You blink, doe eyed, and then step back from the bar, allowing him to take up the space where you just occupied.
Simon grits his teeth, vision tunneling red.
Kitten doesn't have any claws.
That's okay, he thinks. You wouldn't need them, if you had him.
He wonders if violence scares you. If he beats this ogre to a bloody pulp, would you run from him? He takes in the confused crinkle in your brow, wide, shy eyes, and decides on a different tactic.
"C'mere love." He husks, extending his hand, pushing Johnny's stool over with the heel of his foot, carving out a space for you to sidle in between them.
You press against his thigh as you take your spot, leaning forward to talk to the bartender, and when you look over your shoulder at him, small smile tugging at your lips, he presses his palm to the small of your back.
"And... two shots of whiskey, please."
You're... everything.
Naked, laid out on your bed with your legs spread, eyes still wide and sweet, and he can barely get his mouth to work as he looks at you.
"Simon," you whimper in the dark, hands reaching, searching, and he kisses each finger like they're a decadent treat, one he'll never have enough of, "please."
Moonlight illuminates your face, shines across the curves of your body, and he has to blink multiple times to steady himself, to keep himself grounded.
Your fingers don't feel like razors. Your mouth isn't torture. Every soft word you give him is like a balm. You're everything.
And he's going to show you, he's going to make sure you know- you're everything.
He's going to fuck you face to face.
But first, he needs-
Your hand wraps around his wrist. "I'm on the pill." you whisper, desperate. "I want to feel you... I'm clean, if you-" The trust you're implying is a foreign concept, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he worries. You're going to let him fuck you raw? You're going to let him feel the clutch of your pussy, without any protection?
You're out of your mind.
But so is he.
"I haven't been with anyone in years." His accent is a rasp, heavy with desire. "And 've got a clean bill of heath."
It's a mutual agreement. And it doesn't take any convincing.
"You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy raw, sweet girl? Is that it?" His mouth covers yours, and then trails down to your neck, nips across the tops of your breasts. "Want me to fill you up?"
"Yeah," his fingers slide through your folds, teasing from top to bottom, swirling around your clit, "fuck, yeah, I want-"
"I've got a lot of cum for you, honey. You sure you can take it?" You clench around the finger he's slipped inside, and moan.
"Oh my god," Your spine arches, and he holds your hips, aligning himself before pushing into your body, melding the two of together almost perfectly.
Almost, because you're so bloody tight, it's like you're strangling him. He's not going to last.
"Relax," He murmurs, kissing your jaw, rubbing a slow circle around your clit. "There you go, that's my girl." It slips out, but you don't seem to care. Neither does he. Tonight, you're his. You and your body and your heart and your soul, belong to him. He'll mark you like youâre his. A fantasy, a wish, a far cry from reality.
In another life, maybe he'd have you forever. For real.
But in this life, he'll take what he can get, and you let him. You let him take and take and take all night long, on your back, face bared to him like he's the brightest star and not the darkness haunting dreams. You kiss him like it's real, and when he comes inside you once, and then twice, you let him stay there, locked tight, staring down into your eyes. He rubs your cheek with his thumb, and you smile. He presses his forehead against yours, and your cup the back of his head, gingerly kissing him, carefully, like you know. Like you can see him.
You say his name. You moan it. You scream it. It's never sounded so good, and he wonders if this is what it's like- to have and to hold.
In the morning, before the sun rises, he stands at the foot of your bed, watching you sleep. He wishes you'd wake, wants you to open your eyes and ask him to stay, hopes you'll roll over and realize he's not there and call his name-
It's all a fantasy. Something that could never be more than what it was in that moment, in the moonlight, a secret held between two strangers, the first breath in the dawn.
He brushes his lips across your forehead one last time, and then disappears down the hall.
Out the door.
Out of your life.
#this Simon is very similar to Light On Simon#but there are key differences#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#phone writing#peaches writes#simon riley#so mind the mistakes
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