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oreo-creampie · 1 year ago

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𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭: Your friendship with Kenjaku, Satoru, and Suguru gains some benefits.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: train/passing you around, size kink, collar/leash, praise/degradation/mocking/teasing, pain kink, sweet mean dom!geto, sweet sadistic dom!kenjaku, sweet mean dom!gojo, hints of jealousy, choking w and without the with leash, spanking, spitting, dacryphilia double stuffing the same hole, triple penetration, hints of cock warming, begging, overstimulation, mindbreak, friends with benefits, possessive kenjaku with talk of a punishment, squirting, vibrator, creampies

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 15 minutes / 4.3k

oreo: @arminsumi you have me the nugget of encouragement I needed thank you and that last post I reblogged from you had me thinking which is how gojo found his way into his post and into your pussy (don't look at my shame, ignore the posting date i'm sorrryyyyy)

Kenjaku bends over in front of you, blocking the Tv, dangling your spiked collar in front of your face. The leash coiled around his other hand. Smirking at you, “Our lil princess grew up into a beautiful slut.” Grabbing the back of the sofa, towering over you.

“What? You gonna do something about it?” Trying to snatch it from Kenjaku, standing up and holding your collar above his head. Standing up on the sofa, yanking it from him. He wraps an arm around your waist, swinging you around.

Wrapping your legs around his waist. "Do you want me to?" He had always been so tall, but never this thick. Clinging to Kenjaku it's impossible to ignore his brawny arms, fat pecs, and sculpted abs. He's gotten so muscular in the five years you've spent apart.

"Yes." Slipping your finger into his soft dark hair. Grown to his shoulders and buzzed on the side. Showing a beautifully done tattoo of spiders crawling out of his skull. Sliding your hand down his pec, glancing over at Suguru stretched out on your sofa,

Satoru comes up behind you, slipping the collar from your fingers. “Aw is it just him ya want?" Wrapping the collar around your neck, fastening it. "Wanna slut your pretty ass out for Sug and I too?" Looking up, Satoru is close, towering over you.

"Anytime anywhere, my safe word is beans." Grabbing the back of head Satoru's head, lightly dragging your nails over his undercut. He leans in for a rough kiss, parting your lips for his tongue.

Kenjaku bites your shoulder, groaning, sinking in his teeth until you're crying into Satoru's rough, needy kiss. Cupping your ass. tugging on the leash. Being sandwiched between Kenjaku's and Satoru's hard, muscular chests has you soaking through your underwear.

Suguru gets up from the sofa, slipping his black sweater off. "It will be easier to triple-stuff our whore on her bed." Satoru breaks away, and Kenjaku slaps your ass, squeezing a handful. Crying from the sweet stinging pain. His thick fingers massaging your ass doing little to soothe the burning.

Biting Kenjaku's neck, he moans, it's breathy and going straight between your legs. He croons, "Is that the hardest you can bite, how cute." Biting down harder, your wet cunt clenching around nothing when Kenjaku whines.

Tugging on his inky black hair. "That's it, bite me harder n' mark me." Your fingers glide out of Satoru's hair when he pulls away. Wrapping your arm around Kenjaku's shoulders. Kissing the red bite mark, sinking in your teeth right above, sucking on his skin.

He trails behind Satoru and Suguru heading towards your headroom. "At least I won't have to hear you endlessly gush about how badly you want to fuck her when we get home." Kenjaku gently rubs your cunt through your shorts. Having his fingers so close yet not being able to feel him is torture.

Satoru nudges your bedroom door open, turning on your overhead light. Looking at Suguru with a large grin. "Oh you think this is going to shut me up. You should know me better than that." He makes quick work of his clothes alongside Suguru.

Breaking away from Kenjaku's neck, "Speaking of home how much longer do I get the pleasure of seeing all of you." Gently laying you on your back, letting go of the leash letting it pool next to you.

Your chest aches and your wet cunt throbs. "I missed ya'll so much seeing everyone on my phone isn't enough." Looking into Kenjaku's dark chocolate eyes, they have gotten so cold over the years. Seeing them warm up with a needy, hungry passion your heartbeat in your cunt.

"We know, we missed ya too that's why we moving into a place here together." Kenjaku grabs your shorts, easily tugging them off, momentarily lifting your hips off the bed. Tossing it onto the floor.

Your bed dips underneath Suguru and Satoru's weight when they climb on, kneeling on either side of you. Your eyes widen, "You did! That's not fair, all of you are living together without me!" Satoru and Suguru grab an arm lifting you upright. Shifting onto your knees, holding your arms up.

Satoru drops the leash through the collar of your shirt. "Our slut wants to see us walk around in our underwear, hear our rough sleepy voices, and climb into our beds at night." Those two words ring over in your head in Satoru's smooth playful voice.

Their slut.

Kenjaku slips his long-sleeved shirt off. Shifting closer towards the edge of the bed. Unbuttoning his ripped jeans, biting in between his v lines. Roughly yanking them down with his underwear.

The answer is easy to give. "You'll never be able to get rid of me." Pushing his pants down for him to step out of, kicking aside. You take a moment to take in the body-length piece depicting a war between angels and demons.

Kenjaku confesses, "We've been your's from the beginning." Following the trail of carnage from his pecs along his hard slim waist. "Listening to you rant about mediocre men who have failed to get you off has been infuriating." Passing by his cock, wrapping your fingers around Kenjaku. Swiping your thumb over his cock, leaning over to spit on his cock. Smearing it with a swirl of your hand.

Spreading your legs when Satoru grabs your ass, jiggling it before giving you a harsh smack. "Knowing that in three minutes between your legs n' I can have you calling me God. You say you aren't letting you go, I'll baby trap you givin' the first chance." Nudging his finger into your wet cunt fucking his long thick finger into you.

Kenjaku grabs the leash, coiling some of it around his hand. "We are picking out another collar, I want you to wear it everywhere." Your cunt is soaking, dripping down your thighs aching with a throbbing need to cum.

You're blaming it on how cunt throbbingly beautiful Satoru, Suguru, and Kenjaku are with their mouthwatering pretty cocks. "I thought I got over ya'll. This isn't fair." Satoru bites your ass, and you moan from the sweet pain.

Grabbing Suguru's fat cock, taking him in your mouth, pumping your hand along Kenjaku's cock. He suggests, "I could look for a place with two extra rooms. One for you to sleep in, the other to fuck you in." Groaning when you pump your fist faster.

"Fuck I've been wanting to do this for too many years." Biting your ass, groaning, curling his fingers. your cunt flutters when he grazes your sweet spot. Satoru glides in a second finger, clenching him.

"Such a sexy little cunt, she's going to be gapping and dripping cum when we're done." Replacing his long thick fingers with his tongue with a loud groan. You push your hips back, trying to sit on Satoru's face.

He reaches around stroking your sensitive clit. "Dirty slut getting off on taking three cocks. One isn't enough for a pretty greedy cunt like yours huh?" Slapping your sore ass, groaning around Suguru's cock, your steady pace faltering. He grabs your head stuffing his cock in deep. Your nose touching his short dark hair above.

Kenjaku insists, "We can get her on her back so we can all get a taste of her pretty cunt." Suguru glides his cock out of your mouth. Satoru bites your thigh, stuffing two fingers into your cunt. Curling them messaging your g-spot until Kenjaku yanks on your leash, pulling you out of Satoru's grasp.

Whimpering when Satoru tugs on your thigh, not letting go easily. "Nn that felt too good." Suguru slaps your ass. "Smacking me around more, make my slutty ass sore n' use my sloppy wet cunt." Kenjaku climbs onto the bed, yanking you onto your bag and dragging you towards the top of your bed.

Suguru props the pillows up, grabbing underneath your shoulders, sitting you up. Spreading your legs, Satoru leans in for a sloppy kiss you can taste yourself on. Sliding your fingers over his short soft undercut into his fluffy hair.

Wrapping your fist around Suguru's cock, slide your fist down. Getting off on how hard yet soft feeling of his heavy cock. His puffy veins occasionally pulse making his head slightly twitch.

Kenjaku lays down on the bed, biting your thigh, stroking your clit with his large thumb. Whining into Satoru's kiss, getting sloppier, rougher, fondling your breasts. Tugging on your nipple's barbell, making your clit tingle too.

Letting you go, slapping your beautiful wet cunt. Gliding two fingers into your cunt with a loud squelch, sucking on your sensitive clit. Ripping through the sweet stinging pain with toe-curling pleasure. He doesn't take long to find your g-spot.

Suguru groans, rutting his hips, his thighs trembling. "Nnn keep stroking my cock like that." Satoru pulls away standing up and covers your face with his balls. Shallowly stroking his cockhead, coxing thick white pre-cum out.

Opening your mouth sucking Satoru's balls, the pace of your hand swirling along Suguru's fat, heavy cock. "Cock hungry whore, nnnfuuuck I can't get enough suckin' on my balls like that. It would feel even better to fuck your pretty mouth sore." Sticking your tongue out when he lifts his balls off your face.

Tilting your head back, looking up at Satoru. With a quick smooth stroke stuffing his cock deep into your mouth. His jaw-dropping with a loud moan. "Wanna take a picture of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock." Quickening his pace with his deep strokes, gagging you easily without even giving you all of his long cock.

Kenjaku pumps his fingers faster, his tongue's bar stroking your clit perfectly. Your hand falters around Suguru's cock. He grabs your wrist to hold your hand still for him to glide his cock through.

You aren't doing anything. Getting off on how they are helping themselves to your mouth, hand, and sloppy wet cunt. Creaming on Kenjaku's fingers, your sensitive cunt spasming around him. He doesn't break the steady pace of his thick fingers, focusing on your sensitive spot.

Biting your thigh when you try to twist your hips away. "Stay still whore I'm not done." Stroking your clit with his pierced tongue at a steady slow pace. Gliding in a third finger, pumping them into you with loud lewd squelches.

Groaning around Satoru's cock he stops forcing you to take all of him. Suguru states, "That's one, I want you to keep count of how many times we get your pretty little cock sleeve to cum." Satoru glides his cock out with a soft pop, moving aside.

Pathetically whining when Satoru bites your tit, flicking your nipple with his tongue. "I can't get over how they're pierced, gonna get you some pretty chains to tug on." Rubbing your other pierced nipple, hooking his fingers around the bar tugging. Then gently stroking small slow circles.

Twisting your hips away crying, Kenjaku is relentless with a pierced tongue and thick fingers. Fucking your past your high, sucking on your clit with loud groans. Biting your thigh, sitting up wrapping the chain of your leash around your neck.

"I'll tighten it every time you try to pull away until you're too weak to move." Kissing your forehead, switching places with Satoru. On his knees admiring your soft, beautiful body. Dipping his head between your legs, grinding his hips into the bed.

Squeezing Satoru's head with your thighs. Your clit is too sensitive for the steady quick strokes of his soft tongue. His thick fingers nudge your soaking wet cunt, gliding in, curling stroking your cunt. It doesn't take him long to find your sweet spot.

Kenjaku tugs on the leash tightening it around your neck. Grabbing your hand, spitting in your palm then guiding you to his cock. Smearing your spit with slow swirling strokes.

Suguru lets your hand go, letting you stroke him. Grabbing your thigh, pulling it into his lap. Kenjaku does the same with his other leg. Together they are keeping your legs spread apart for Satoru to suck on your clit and fuck two thick, long fingers into you.

Suguru grabs your chin, turning and tilting your head up. Leaning in for a kiss. Parting your lips for his pierced tongue. His kiss starts off slow and soft. Groping your chest, gently rubbing your nipple. Groaning into your mouth.

Kenjaku shifts in his seat, grabbing your wrist and gliding it off his cock. "What am I sitting on?" Reaching not far underneath the pillow pulling out a vibrator. Smiling, "Here Toru use this."

Satoru pulls away with a soft pop, gliding his fingers out. Taking the toy from Kenjaku. Biting the nipple Suguru isn't playing with. Groaning when you writhe. Pulling away slapping your cunt to make you jerk back.

Kenjaku tightens the chains around your neck. Satoru glides his fingers around it. Admiring how it's painfully digging into your skin beneath the collar proclaiming you their slut. "I'm staying, Look me in my adorable face after this and kick me out. I bet you cuddles that you can't."

Satoru gets off the bed toy in hand to grab his pants and slips his phone out. Kenjaku nudges three fingers into your cunt. Your hand around his cock going limp. You're too weak to move from the lack of air.

Taking a picture of Suguru making out with you. With Kenjaku fucking his thick fingers into your sloppy cunt. You're soaking your sheets. "Send it in the group chat." Tossing his phone aside onto the bed, holding the toy to your clit. Turning it onto its strongest setting.

Suguru breaks away, Kenjaku glides his thick fingers out holding them to your lips. You barely have the strength to open your mouth. Roughly stuffing fingers into your mouth. You can't suck, too limp and tingly, dark spots dancing in your vision.

Kenjaku unwraps the chain around your neck. Gliding his fingers along the indent left behind. Loudly breathing it, soothing burning lungs. You can feel the rapid pounding of your heart in your dripping wet cunt.

Steadying your breathy, your voice is raspy and breathy when you whine, "Fuck fuck fuck." The intensity of pulsing is too much for you. Curling your toes, your thighs trembling, cunt clenching, slick dripping soaking into your bedsheet.

Suguru stands up putting his cock in your face. Stuffing his thick, veiny cock into your mouth in a quick thrust. Gagging you with short, deep strokes until you're crying. "This is the only time I want to see you sobbing. You're so damn sexy choking on my fat cock." Gliding his cock out, smacking your cheeks, stuffing himself back into your hot wet mouth.

Admiring how your lips look gliding along his cock with a deep moan. Holding your head still by a fistful of hair. Steadily fucking your mouth, making you cry with spit dripping down your chin, smearing onto his balls.

Satoru swirls the toy on your soft clit. Spreading your lips apart with his fingers to record how your cunt spasms around nothing. Sinking two fingers, massaging your sweet spot. Groaning around Suguru's cock.

Kenjaku holds your hand out flat, spitting into it. Wrapping your soft fingers around his thick veiny cock. You swirl your hand down, his heavy cock drooping to the side on top of your wrist. Your cunt flutters around Satoru's fingers when Kenjaku groans.

Adding a third long thick fingers, your sloppy wet hot tight cunt squelches with each pump. "Squirt for me mama, lemme see your pretty super soaker gush. Show me goof I'm makin' her feel." Biting your thigh, sucking and swirling the toy on your clit.

Suguru glides his cock out. Grabbing his cock, lifting his head up to kiss him. "Fuck like my cock that much." Trailing soft kisses along a puffy vein. Sucking on his soft balls. Pumping your hand along Kenjaku's thick, veiny cock faster.

Swiping your finger over his thick head, smearing pre-cum. "Go ahead and make a pretty mess for us beautiful." Licking up Suguru's cock, wrapping your lips around his fat head. Softly licking his head, tasting him.

Rutting his hip, stuffing his cock deep into your mouth. Gagging you till fresh tears spill down your cheeks. Groaning, stuffing the last inch of his cock into your mouth. Grabbing your headboard, holding onto the back of your head.

"You look so fuckin' sexy with my cock stuffed so deep." Gliding his tongue till the tip is about to slip out. Groaning when you swipe his head with his tongue. "I wonder how your beautiful cunt looks taking my fat cock." Roughly fucking your mouth, his balls hitting your chin.

You're creaming on Satoru's fingers, he doesn't stop. The peak's intensity becomes overwhelming as it grows. You can't remember to stroke Kenjaku's cock. He pumps your hand around his cock.

Satoru croons, "We can double stuff our lil slut, use her like a cock sleeve till we bust a nut. Ya got tighter around my fingers. Want Sug and I to double stuff your cunt. Whoever cums second it gonna fuck the first deeper into you." Squirting on Satoru's fingers, he stills the toy on your clit.

Steadily pumping his fingers, fucking you through your high. Gliding his fingers out, dipping his tongue in to taste you with a groan. Yanking your hips back, he swirls the toy on your oversensitive clit.

Pleasure boarders on painful. You're quivering tears trickle down your cheeks. Satoru lazily pumps his tongue, groaning. Stretching his long, muscular body out on your bed. Grinding his cock on your soft sheets. Suguru glides his cock out of your mouth. Sitting down next to you.

Satoru grabs your hair pulling you onto your knees. Forcing Kenjaku to let go of your hand. Slapping your ass as Satoru pulls your shorter soft beautiful body on top of his. Getting on his knees, getting next to your head. Grabbing your hair, pulling your head back, and slapping your face.

"Stupid sluts like you get triple stuffed." Sticking out your tongue looking into Knejaku's beautiful face. Satoru grabs your jaw making you face him.

"You can have her mouth in a minute. I'm recording what expression our beautiful slut's face makes when we stuff our cocks in." Satoru picks up his phone, capturing your beautiful face on screen.

His cock is trapped with your sensitive clit and soft lips. Grinding your hips, smearing your slit on Satoru's cock. Biting your lip, your soft clit drags along a thick vein. You can feel his pulse. Lifting your hips for him to reach between grabbing his cock and lifting it for you to sink your soaking wet cunt down on.

Taking Satoru's warm cock head when he grabs your hip planting his feet and slamming you down. Moaning, your jaw drops, clenching his side with your thighs.

Kenjaku grabs his cock jerking himself off next to your face. "I'll have to screenshot something for my phone's background." Pinching your nipple, softening when you whine. His gentle strokes soothe some of the ache.

Satoru croons, "You sound hot cryin' like that." Enjoying how deep he's reaching, stroking your sweet spot before touching your cervix. Suguru nudges your stuffed cunt with his cock, getting just his fat head in. Admiring how your cunt stretches, his cock vanishing inside you.

Your warm, soft soaking wet cunt is so tight, pressing him against Satoru's longer cock. Slimmer than his own he's stretching you out more. His head stopped just below Satoru's. Your tight cunt makes Satoru's cockhead overlap.

"Fuck the pretty faces you made taking our cocks is gonna make me bust too quickly." Satoru ends the video tossing his phone aside. Letting Kenjaku grab your hair twisting your head forcing you to look up at him. Sptting on your cheek, smearing it with his cock before stuffing your mouth.

Suguru and Satoru time their thrust, stroking your sweet spot with Satoru's head hitting your cervix. Not giving you another moment to get used to them. Suguru's soft breathy moans mix with Satoru's needy whines.

Kenjaku's fat cock muffles your cries. "Pretty little crybaby slut." Dropping your leash, pushing his hair out of his face with a swipe of his hand. Clenching Suguru and Satoru's cocks.

"Three cocks enough for ya? One of us is bound to be free when your greedy little cock sleeve needs to be filled." His large balls smack your spit-covered chin. "Touch anyone else and you're not sitting down right for days. I'll make you count every hit to your sweet ass." Fucking your mouth rougher, grabbing his thigh.

Digging your nails into Kenjaku's muscular thigh." That's it my pretty slut cry for me." Smiling down at you, "I'll edge you till I cum then leave you wanting till the next day. Won't even let you cum during aftercare, and if you touch yourself, you're not getting my cock for a month." Gliding his cock out of your mouth with a soft pop.

Using however long you got to catch your breath. Moaning when Kenjaku smacks you roughly across your face. Satoru groans "What dumbass our cock drunk lil slut is getting off being smacked around in bed? What other fucked up things would you let us do?" Rutting his hips faster, messing up the pace he's kept with Suguru.

Kenjaku stuffs your mouth full of his thick cock, roughly pumping his hips. Keeping a steady pace. "We should rent a place in the middle of the woods and find out. It won't matter where we fuck her."

Satoru slides his large warm hands up your sides. "I could pin you against a tree and fuck my cum into you after skinny dipping." Cupping your breasts, swirling his thumb over your nipples.

Suguru grabs your wrists twisting your arms behind your back with one hand. Smacking your ass repeatedly till you're jerking your hips away trembling. "Is six all you can handle? Pathetic." Slapping your stinging cheek two more times before massaging your soft sore cheek.

"We can raise her pain tolerance make her our perfectly trained painslut who begs for our cocks." Kenjaku groans, his hips shuttering. "Keep cryin' like that and I'll have to cum in your mouth." Fucking your mouth faster, tightening his grasp on your hair when his legs tremble.

Satoru grabs your sides, digging his nails in. Whining beneath you, his pace getting sloppy. Thick warm cum spurts deep in your tight, sloppy wet cunt. Satoru's thrusts flatter. He lifts up biting down on your shoulder.

Suguru fucks you harder, faster, stuffing Satoru's cum deeper into you, stroking his cock. Getting off on your soft cunt squeezing him tighter and the warmth of Satoru's cum. He lets your wrists go, grabbing your leash, and tugging on your collar.

Kenjaku's firm grasp keeps your head from moving. Steadily fucking your mouth not caring about your need for air. Causing your body to become tingly and limp, your head foggy. There is no need to think about anything. You just need to feel their warm hard cocks fucking into you until they cum.

Cumming on Suguru's cock pushing him over the edge. He sloppily fucks his cum into you. "Cum in her cunt." Kenjaku glides his cock out of your mouth, pumping his cock. Suguru lifts you off Satoru's cock, holding you up with your legs spread, pulling his cock out.

Satoru moves out of the way, getting off the bed and heading into your bathroom. Turning on the water.

Kenjaku moves in front of you, lining himself up and giving you his fat cock in one quick rough thrust. Jolting, your eyes widening and your toes curling. Wrapping your arm around his broad shoulders slipping your fingers into his soft hair. Tugging on it, pulling him in for a rough, passionate kiss.

Parting your lips for his pierced tongue. Laying you down when Suguru gets off the bed, his heavyweight pressing you into the bed. Digging your nails into his back, giving him several thin pink lines that will be there for days.

Pulling away, grabbing the toy on the bed, turning it on, holding it to your clit. "You're my dirty lil slut n' you're gonna take my cum like a good whore aren't you?" Swirling the toy on your puffy, sensitive clit. It's too much, you're trembling.

"Please cum please cum please cum! Sir please. daddy sir Kenjaku please cummmm." Clenching his cock, trying to push him over the edge quicker. "It's too much nnnn can't, can't, want to feel you cum. Please!" Smiling when you feel his a quick pulse in the veins of his fat cock.

Spasming around him cumming too quickly from his thick cock splitting your sensitive cunt open fucking Satoru's and Suguru's cum deeper into you. "NNn fuck that's it sexy mama needed to feel her cumming on my cock to get me off." Thick warm cum trickle from his cock. Smearing with every steady stroke.

Kenjaku takes the toy off your clit, turning it off and setting it aside. "Beautiful princess I'm proud of how well you did for your first time with us. What do you want for your reward?" Leaning down gently kissing your forehead.

"Cuddle pile? Don't take you cock out just yet." Smiling softly at you, your cheeks heat up from the admiration in Kenjaku's brown eyes. Lifting you off the bed, hiding your face in his neck.

He keeps his cock in, holding onto you, arranging the pillows before turning around. Sitting with you straddling his hips, he gently strokes your back.

Suguru comes back with a clean wet hand towel. "Look at me beautiful, let's get your pretty face clean." Satoru climbs onto the bed next to Kenjaku and you. You can't look any of them in the eyes. Kenjaku undoes the clasp of your collar and you pull away. Sliding your hands down his thick pecs, keeping your attention on his hard abs.

Satoru croons, "Aw what this did we fuck our princess into being shy again? Do we need to fuck it outta ya?"

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jyoongim · 1 year ago

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I have a brainrot to share and maybe it's a request idk but I feel like I have to preface this by saying I swear I have normal non-horny alastor thoughts he's just really taking up so much space in the brain rn.

Anywaaay, can you imagine Alastor with an extremely cautious darling? He wants her soul to keep her tied to him forever but no matter how good his offer is, reader turns him down and Alastor is just like sick of the rejections and the scheming so he's just gonna stoop to some other ungentlemanly methods.

And the night starts off as their normal fuckery in the sheets but Alastor starts denying them their climax and as reader gets more and more desperate Alastor proposes the deal again. Sell him your soul or he's just gonna pull out and go to sleep and he'll never let you finish ever again. and just

i swear i swear im normal i swear im not always like this 😭😭😭

Themes: rough sex, orgasm denial, alastor being a little shit, dealmaking, hair pulling, pet names, plot if you look hard enough, soul possessing

Title: Deal of a Lifetime

Alastor had always made it known that you were his.

It took you a while to figure it out from the subtle lingering touches to the way he acted. No matter how much time you had spent with the Radio Demon, you were still wary of him.

its not like you could help it through.

Does were naturally skittish anyway.

And when it came the smiling demon, you had every right to be cautious.

Tonight Alastor made plans for the two of you to go out on a date for dinner.

You finished preening your hair and rushed to the lobby to meet Alastor.

”O-okay I’m ready. Sorry if i took so long” you said nervously as you approached the tall red demon, a blush bleeding into your cheeks as Alastor let out a low whistle as he took your hand and spun you around.

”my my Darling, what a pretty Doe I have” he purred, kissing your hands.

Your nerves were going haywire, fighting your instinct to back away you smiled “so what do you have planned tonight?”

what do you have planned tonight? Alastor grin widened at the thought as he watched you happily look at the menu.

How pretty you were in your black dress. Gloved hands excitedly tapping the menu. A bright look in your eye as you honed in on what might be your dinner.

You even wore the necklace he had gifted you.

Alastor was content with the looks you got as you strolled around with him.

you were his and everyone knew.

But you weren’t his officially.

At least in his way.

For years, Alastor had offered you a deal; Be his. In body, mind, and soul.

He wanted you by his side forever and a deal would solidify that.

But each and every time, you rejected the notion.

”I dont need to make a deal to be yours Alastor” was always your answer.

And quite frankly, he was getting sick of it.

But he was nothing if not resourceful. After all, how else do you capture a Doe?

Make them drop their guard.

The two of you chatted and ate to your hearts content.

When the waiter suggested dessert, Alastor simply declined, stating he had other ideas sending you a wink.

Back at the hotel, Alastor whisked you away to his bedroom.

Once the door was closed, he pounced; lips on yours and claws tearing at your dress.

You were flustered and aroused. Your hands massaged at his undercut as he laid you on your back on the bed.

His lips trailed your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your flesh, causing you to gasp.

”Alastor”

He hummed as he kissed your torso, tweaking and sucking at your nipples.

His claws dipped to your pantie, finding them soaked.

He chuckled “such a needy Doe” he tore off your panties to toy with your puffy clit and circle your slit.

You tugged his hair to bring his lips back to yours and moaned in his mouth as a finger dipped into your cunt.

Satisfied with how you began grinding into his hand, he discarded his pants and his heavy cock slapped against your mound.

You panted breathlessly as he teased his cock along your slit. You hooked a leg around his waist and threw your head back as he sunk into you.

Soft thrusts opened you to allow him deeper into the warm canal.

You arched as he steadily picked up his pace.

Your nightly rendezvous with the demon always made you feel exhilarated.

Alastor was very attentive to you. Always knew what made you tick.

He knew your body better than anything, so when he saw those pretty eyes flutter and how you cried out in pleasure, he knew how to handle you.

Your cunt was clinging to him with each thrust he gave you.

The sound of him sinking into your warm depth was music to his ears.

”On your knees dear” he said, patting your thighs.

Happliy, you turned over and lowered yourself into a deep arch, presenting him with your adorable ass and wet cunt.

Alastor admired you.

how submissive you were.

He growled as he lowered his weight on you and guided his cock by to his haven.

You gasped, feeling a hand wrap your hair into a fist, pulling your face up out the pillows “You sound so lovely doe, i wanna hear those tunes of yours”

His thrusts were hard, jolting your body as he rutted into you.

Subconsciously, you tried to meet his thrusts, whining as he hit that spot that has you seeing hearts.

”A-Al-Alastor i-I’m gonna…” you moaned feeling your cunt be wrecked.

Your insides tingled with the telltale signs of your orgasm.

But your sweet release was ripped from you when Alastor slowed his pace.

You tried to wiggle your hips against him, to seek that explosive pleasure.

Alastor was having none of that.

”Not yet darling”

over and over he teased you right to that delicious edge, just to rip from you.

You were sobbing, ears flat to your skull as your cunt fluttered from your orgasm being denied.

You reached for him, whether for a anchor or a silent plea, you didn’t know.

You whimpered “Alastor please!”

His smile creased his cheeks, feigning a concerned tone “What ever the matter my dear Doe?”

He started thrusting into you, relishing in the soppy squish and how deep he was able to sink into you.

”Please please let me cum. I can’t..I-Ill do anything!”

A harsh thrust made you squeal

”Anything?”

You nodded, a moan ripping from your throat as he teased your throbbing clit.

”Then be mine. Submit your entire self to me my sweet doe. I already your sweet body and heart, but give me your soul. Let me own your very essence. Grant me that darling and ill grant you the sweet relief you so desperately crave”

your insides clenched as he kissed your shoulder, beginning to pound into your soft cunt.

”or i empty myself inside this sweet cunt of your myDoe and you’ll never be granted a taste of my cock every again”

His lips at your ear, “your choice so what do you say Mon Cher?”

his hips grinded his cock into.

”Do we have a deal?”

You cried out, feeling your orgasm teetering “yes! Yes!Yes! YES! Please Alastor! Alastor just let me cum please please”

You felt your ring finger burn as he chuckled deeply

”why of course sweet Doe, cum for me”

A high pitched scream racked the walls as your orgasm clashed into, sending you in a babbling mess.

Alastor rode out your orgasm as he thrusted into you, before emptying himself inside you.

You shook as he wrapped you in his arms, bringing your hand to his lips.

A shiny gold ring adorned your hand.

He pressed a kiss to it and then an affectionate kiss to your forehead.

”Sweet sweet doe, my sweet Doe, all mine”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor smut #jyoongim

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lemon-slushie · 29 days ago

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YAYY REDESIGNS idk what happened to gingerbrave on the bottom lol

But yay new age ancient redesigns

Rough draft story undercut

Warning it is not great!! 😭 I’m not a writer and it probably has crazy plot holes and is lacking in places but I just wanted to get the idea down

The ancients have temporarily beat the beasts and sealed them away but they all know that they are still extremely powerful and won’t stay gone long, especially with the help of dark enchantress. Though the beasts are sealed away they are now awake and still have their powers, which is seeping from their prisons and attempting to effect the soul jams from the inside, which could cause the ancients decent into insanity like the beasts. All of the ancients know this is an extremely dire issue and can only ward off the beasts for so long.

After a lot of contemplation Pure vanilla figures there is only one option. They must remove the soul jams, giving them to someone else, and hiding them away in an old secluded area while they devise a plan. The ancients are some of the only people who can find a way to beat the beasts but if they are plagued by infected soul jams it could cause the beasts to take over and send the world into chaos. Giving the soul jams to another person is inhumane but if they removed them and left them unattended it could be more risky, if the soul jams are attached to another person it could also allow the ancients to see and study the changes of the person if the beasts do manage to start infecting the soul jams. Though if the soul jams do get infected this too could be dangerous. Pure vanilla recognizes this and creates 5 coffins similar to the one white lily was kept in, this would keep the replacements asleep and trapped. This would cause the infection to slow down and prevent the replacements from acting out or doing anything.

Pure vanilla feels guilty for whoever the replacements will be but ultimately decides there is no other way, if him and the other ancients are gone everything would be doomed. After finding a hidden spot far from any kingdoms and leads to where they could be, Pure vanilla needs help to prepare the coffins. He goes to white lily for help and explains the plan, she thinks for a moment but ultimately agrees with pure vanilla and helps him with the preparation. Together they call for a meeting with the other ancients at his castle. He explains the plan to them and hollyberry and dark cacao are the most against it, believing it to be cruel and unfair. Golden Cheese, though a bit hesitant, agree with pure vanilla as she cannot bare the thought of what’s left of her kingdom getting turned to ruins again and helps to persuade a reluctant hollyberry and cacao into agreeing.

They discuss who the soul jams should go to, believing it must go to someone trustworthy and understanding. Pure vanilla chooses clotted cream, as he believes clotted cream proved himself worthy during the odyssey. Dark cacao decides on dark choco, he feels incredibly guilty at the thought of seeking him away but rationalizes it with telling himself that dark choco would understand and could use it to prove himself as a true hero for helping against a great evil. Hollyberry considered pitaya but consider them to be too strong of an ally to seel away. Eventually she decides on her granddaughter, Princess. Princess is courageous and strong and hollyberry thinks she too would understand the weight of the situation the best. Golden cheese picks black raisin, as she connected with her deeply about loss and pushing foward after they dragged her out of the digital world, Golden believes black raisins selflessness would help her be understanding of why she must risk sacrificing herself. Finally, white lily decides on gingerbrave. All the other ancients are put off on her choosing a young kid but she truly believes that gingerbrave is one of the only people who can truly understand the light of freedom and is willing to do anything for his friends. (Also he’s the main character and always has to be involved)

After deciding on their replacements Pure vanilla calls them all to his castle for various different mundane reason as too not stire anything up and will explain to them why they are there after they have arrived. Once there pure vanilla will give them the “true” reason they were called there. (Dark choco has to be found and personal brought in by dark cacao cuz he’s currently living off the grid in the dark cacao forest, this will lead to developments in their relationship as their first encounter is awkward but heartfelt). He will explain that they were called to become the new ancients, as they have all long outgrown their positions and it is time for someone new to step up. The other ancients deeply disagreed with pure vanilla lying to the others but he stood firm on the decision, he feared if he was truthful they would reject and word would spread and send people into hysteria as the regular people who knew about the beasts are currently under the assumption they have been seeped away for good. After a while of convincing they all agree as they believe there is truly no other way.

The replacements arrive and gladly join Pure vanilla and the others in the meeting room. A few others have also come to the vanilla kingdom this being, financier to guard clotted cream as she always does, madeleine as he saw the two leaving and after questioning them decided to tag along (much to their dismay) to visit espresso, and wildberry to accompany Princess and also check in on Hollyberry as she’s been very hush hush and he feels something is going on behind the scenes. This is a bit inconvenient to the ancients as they can’t have any possible leads to what is happening but they decide they will just have to tag along on the mission as they can’t have them leaving, this also applies to current vanilla kingdom residents (espresso, strawberry crepe, and the raisin villagers). There can be no trace of the ancients or anyone involved, they must stay hidden as much as possible to avoid any attacks.

Pure vanillas gives them the lie and after a bit of shock and questioning they agree as it is a great honor. All except dark choco, he’s extremely hesitant and expresses that he is in no way fit for the soul jam after all that he’s done. Dark cacao disagrees with him after the vision he had with mystic flour and hearing about how he had help the milk village from the flour plague. He assures dark choco that he whole heartedly believes he has finally found himself and is truly ready for the role and will make a great leader. Dark Choco hesitates once more but with the encouragement of his father he agrees. Black raisin feels a bit nervous about the responsibility but completely trusts pure vanilla after all that they’ve been through and thinks it’ll be a great way to give back to him and care for her villagers. Princess is excited and proud to take after hollyberry and go on grand adventures as she did. Gingerbrave too feels nervous but is excited to help and become as great as the other ancients, he also believes this could help defeat dark enchantress, though since he’s a child he doesn’t completely understand the weight and reap of it all so he’s more excited than nervous. They remove the soul jams and hand them over, all of the soul jams connect to the new person except for one, clotted cream. The light of truth refuses to connect with clotted cream, the soul jam speaks to pure vanilla, refusing to go as it believes clotted cream will use the soul jam for personal benefits instead of a greater cause (like he planned to do in the odyssey as he clearly values his own republic more than anything). This does not sit well with the soul jam and it refuses clotted cream. This leads to an awkward stand still as Pure vanilla did not expect this and is unsure what to do. Clotted cream is extremely disappointed and embarrassed but comes up with a solution, offering up madeleine to use. Madeleine is high status in the republic but still under clotted cream and listens to his say, if madeleine wields the soul jam then it still gives clotted cream room to worm his way in and attempt to persuade madeleine in using it for the advancement of the republic. Pure vanilla agrees as he doesn’t have much of an option and madeleine is called in. The situation is explained and madeleine quickly declines, much to the surprise of clotted and financier. Madeleine comes up with a half assed explanation that his family is a generation of knight commanders and he can’t bring himself to break it. Though truthfully he doesn’t believe he could handle a role, he’s very full of himself but this is a front as is seen multiple times he’s very insecure and can be unsure of himself. Pure vanilla, getting a bit frustrated with the sudden change in plans continues to tell Madeleine that this is for the greater good along with clotted cream pressing him about how much this could help the republic to be better. Madeleine gives under the pressure and agrees. The soul jam connects with him (because he has crazy light blessing and doesn’t monopolize off of other people’s works) and they all get super cool transformations to awesome outfits and accessories (like when pure vanilla and hollyberry reconnected with their soul jams in story).

Pure vanilla then explains that they all must leave to “begin training and teaching the replacements how to harness and use the magic of the soul jams” but it’s a ploy to lead them far away from everything where they will be hidden away. He also makes up some excuse as to why even the people without soul jams must attend as the training and powers will also be useful for them to know once they return to their homes so they can help the new ancients if an attack occurs (they will not be returning home)

Once they all arrive to the hidden area (idfk know where it is there’s not really any abandoned places we know about so it’s gotta be unspecified unfortunately) the ancients begin training the replacements as they do not need to be seeker away immediately due to no effects from the beasts yet. Though the training is short and vague as the ancients spend most times trying to figure out how to defeat the beasts. The training though only tends to make the ancients feel worse as they connect with their replacements. This is particularly hard on dark cacao as he finally reconnects with his son and feels as if he’s making up for lost time but he constantly has a lump in his throat as the guilt eats at him for what he’s done and will have to do. This feeling only gets worse for dark cacao as dark choco begins opening up to him more. The replacements seem to be mostly adjusting well with some occasional anxiety of the new responsibility, particularly in madeleine who is struggling most with fear of failure and stains on his image along with clotted constantly in his ear about how important this all is for the republic putting more stress on him. Watching the training and seeing the replacements befriending each-other and trusting the ancients so greatly truly breaks his heart but he stays strong, constantly telling himself they’d understand if they knew. Black raisin is the one who quickly notices the odd shift in the ancients behavior, and while she becomes skeptical she tries to have faith in pure vanilla but she can’t shake a bad feeling. Princess is mostly happy to be spending time with her grandma and hear of all her adventures she had missed. And ginger brave is also there doing the main character stuff he does you know how it is.

Eventually the ancients notice the replacements begin to complain of feeling odd and random changes in behavior which means it’s time for them to go. They bring them to the coffins and it’s a disaster, the replacements are obviously horrified and deeply hurt causing them to act out more and panic which leads to them fighting back against the ancients. Along with family angst and betrayal and what not, but they haven’t fully gotten used to their power and lose to the ancients and are put away to sleep for whoever knows how long.

#crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk fanart #cookierun kingdom #madeleine cookie #my art #art #dark choco cookie #princess cookie #black raisin cookie #gingerbrave cookie #pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #white lily cookie #golden cheese cookie #hollyberry cookie

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pseudowho · 1 year ago

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The Chase

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

Kento doesn't appreciate your insistence on No-Nut November. At a Curse-user VS Jujutsu Sorcerer event with the students, Kento hunts you down in a slow-burning, cat-and-mouse, smutty thrill ride.

WARNINGS: 18+, Oral sex (F2M), BDSM, use of toys, some subtle knife-play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, PiV sex, Nanami Kento falling off his perch and Inumaki being an absolute menace, Y/N is a Jujutsu High teacher with a badly explained technique

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"AND WHAT SAY WE TO DEATH, CHILDREN?"

"NOT TODAY!" "SALMON!"

Satoru beamed and clapped at the fighting words of his students, who rustled together and chatted in excitement for their team training day. You smiled fondly at your students (Nobara, Yuuji and Inumaki particularly pumped), but you felt a shiver run down your chest and shoulders.

Kento's eyes bore only into you, and as he pulled the black leather glove tighter to his hand, you felt heat blossom in your belly and pussy. Team game or not, you knew, as a bead of sweat dripped between your cleavage- not unnoticed by Kento, whose wolfish smirk only grew, cock twitching in his black jumpsuit- that you were his prey today, and his alone.

The hunt was on- and you had nobody to blame but yourself.

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Kento clipped a suitcase shut, and zipped his satchel with a huff, mentally ticking off his to-do list, before the team training day which he was in no mood for. While you trailed in and out of the bedroom behind him, every time you brushed past his back, or your fingers grazed his to take something from the bed, his skin turned electric. He reached down to his crotch and squeezed his cock with a suppressed growl; he had been half-hard for weeks, all because of you and your stupid game. No-Nut November was a fucking ridiculous concept, and you had a lot to answer for. Silent and stewing, his strong shoulders were rock solid, as he imagined taking you on the bed, in the shower wet and pink as he hammered into you from behind, making you ride him on the sofa until you were floppy and pliable and begging him to cum inside you, and--

"Kento, are you alright? It is a bit hot in here. You look all sweaty." Feigning concern, and reaching up to scratch your nails through the back of his undercut, you knew exactly what was wrong with your fiancé. Kento's head preened backwards, shivering into your nails, and he turned, pressing you against the wall, his usual gentleness barely winning over his insistence, his need.

"We don't need to continue these silly games any longer, do we darling?" he crooned into your neck, voice honey-laced and persuasive, "You're feeling it too. I know. There would be no winners or losers, here." One muscled forearm pressed against the wall above your head, tongue licking slow circles on your decolletage, while the other hand ghosted over your nipple, tweaking softly. Kento's cock ached desperately, pressing against you. His heart dropped as you laughed and kissed him playfully, sliding out from under his towering frame.

"It's the 28th today, Kento. We're nearly there. Just imagine how good we're going to feel on the 1st." Truth be told, you were absolutely desperate, growing more so as his attempts to seduce you had grown more bawdry, more wiley. Abandoning towels completely as he padded around the house after his shower. Spooning you all night so you couldn't escape from his cock, hard and heavy against your lower back. Choosing movies with only the best sex scenes and tracing the outline of your pussy under the blanket.

You wanted to see him unhinged. You wanted him rough, heavy and all at once, his anger and frustration taken out on your quaking body. You wanted to see just how far you could deny him before he snapped and ate you out for hours, just to hear you fall apart above him. You had even wickedly pondered the possibility of denying him on the 1st.

Kento laughed sardonically, still leaning on his forearm against the wall. The cold in his voice sent icy trickles through your clit and nipples, and even the standing hairs on the back of your neck listened as that same cold voice began to speak to you.

"So this is how you want it? You want me begging?" He shifted his weight, and you could tell he was trying to find some relief for his hard cock in his tight jeans. "So it's a team game today, right? Curse-users VS Jujutsu sorcerers, hiding and hunting, using all of your best espionage techniques to get out victorious, right?" You remained quiet, pretending to finish packing, ears intently pricked.

"We aren't, of course, on the same team- why would we be? So all this time, you've been the bad guy, and today we swap." His voice dropped an octave, and you jumped as his breath ghosted millimetres away from your ear, not even feeling him move towards you. His hand drew roughly round your hip and clasped your pussy hard, making you squeak, "Today, I'm the bad guy. Would you fancy your chances against a Curse-user like me?"

He stepped away, leaving you flushed and thrilled, panting at the threat and promise.

Kento was now taking the suitcase and bags to the door, seemingly unaffected. He called from the hallway.

"Oh and, darling? I think you'd better give me a safe word. Or god knows what I'll do with you once I catch you."

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It was late, nearly 10pm, as Kento drew the car smoothly into a bay, pulling up the handbrake. You stepped out into the underground car park of the shopping centre, turned into a vast playground for Sorcerers, for one night only. Kento opened the door for you, declining your offers to help him get bags out of the car. Glancing round, he noted you were the first to arrive, and quickly began stripping to change into his outfit for the night- a heavy black jumpsuit, cuffed above dense back boots, leather gloves pulled taut, dark glasses, and a black mask covering his mouth and nose. You watched him breathlessly, already in your usual mission-wear; you were, after all, on the Jujutsu sorcerers team, not the Curse-user team. You imagined Kento stalking through low lights in that outfit, and felt wetness pool between your legs, making your thighs sticky with arousal. As Kento clipped his watch back on, a pair of grey vans pulled into the parking bays opposite you, and soon enough, your excitable students poured out, greeting you and Kento with bows and waves.

Yuuji, Nobara, Megumi, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki jostled around the vans for their bags. Satoru, Shoko and Ino came next, Ino running directly to Nanami, and already wearing his jumpsuit.

Nobara, Megumi and Maki clambered back into the vans, and shortly after emerged dressed identically to Kento. You had not known the layout of the teams in advance, and by the confused looks on Yuuji, Inumaki and Panda's faces as they joined you, you felt distinctly outnumbered. Kento, Ino, Maki, Nobara and Megumi cut an intimidating team. Kento looked you up and down with glinting eyes, pulling his blade onto his back, and lowering his mask to smirk at you.

You noticed that Maki had with her one of Yaga's cursed dolls. A blue felt teddy with large, watery looking eyes, held onto her back, peering round at the crowd. You heard Maki explaining to Ino that, whilst her glasses were great for seeing curses, they were not so good for seeing cursed energy, and so she had been lent a cursed doll to act as a sniffer dog for anyone leaking above a certain volume of cursed energy. You weren't sure why this was important.

"OKAY TEAMS!" shouted Satoru, demanding audience, as everyone turned to face him and Shoko.

"We will now lay out your objectives; the game is simple. Predator VS Prey, but only you can decide which of those you will be. Nanamin! Care to take over?"

Kento cleared his throat, and stepped up to Satoru, now nearly matching Satoru's height due to the depth of his boots, but vastly broader, built.

"You all have plenty of experience fighting Curses, but little fighting Curse-users. Fighting another man or woman bears vastly different challenges and consequences. The fights are rarely fair, in number or skill or intellect. You must learn to conceal your cursed energy even more vigorously. Why? To minimise your appearance as a threat so you may release it and strike to your best advantage. To hide when your only task is reconnaissance, or getting out of there alive."

Kento took a deep breath, "A dead sorcerer is not a lesson learned. That sorcerer will learn nothing, ever again. The limit of their skill and knowledge has been reached, then cut short. That sorcerer will never again save a civilian, a friend or a colleague. But whether you view your party as allies or fodder, is up to you." You felt heavy sadness in your chest, knowing as Kento stared into the students, that he saw only Yu Haibara, battered and dead on the cold mortuary slab. Satoru and Shoko were silent and grave, Suguru behind their eyes and grimaces.

Kento let his words hang in the cool night air for a few seconds. "Finally, the shopping centre has been chosen as a base of operations for two reasons. Firstly, to remind you of the value of your surroundings, and we ask you to fight intelligently with little to no collateral damage where possible. The building has been stripped of civilians and security cameras all night for our use. I trust you will all behave responsibly."

The students nodded sagely, carrying deep respect for Kento and his words. Nobara's hand shot into the air. Kento gestured fluidly towards her.

"What's the second reason, Nanami-sensei?" Kento didn't correct her, more willing to be sensei now if it meant working alongside you. Kento stepped aside as Satoru stepped forward.

"It would be obviously unfair for me to participate. But, I will be invigilating the event, and if you perform well tonight, I will treat you all to shopping and breakfast in the morning. Why else would I tell you to bring a normal outfit?" Nobara squeaked with delight, and the students began to hustle together as Satoru encouraged a battle-cry.

While the rest of the team jostled and dissipated to find hiding spots with their ten-minute warnings, you bit the bullet and walked, more confidently than you felt, centimetres away from Kento. His eyes met yours and your breath mingled, each feeling the sexual tension as you slipped something into his pocketed hand. You darted out your tongue to graze against his bottom lip, and his breathing hitched as you whispered to him.

"In case I'm too good at hiding, I thought you may need something else to sniff me out."

You turned and ran up the stairs into the shopping centre, disappearing from sight, Nanami turned on by your skill as your cursed energy disappeared completely. Removing a glove and fingering the item in your pocket, his ears reddened and blood rushed directly to his cock, as he felt the still-damp lace of your underwear against his fingertips. He licked his thumb clean of your taste surreptitiously, and raised his mask once more.

Kento clenched his fists and cracked his neck from side to side, adjusting his aching cock in his jumpsuit. The last to leave the car park, he mounted the stairs in leaps, figure dark and imposing as he slipped into the dimmed lights of the shopping centre above. Hunting you. Wanting you.

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You sprinted through the atrium of the shopping centre, quick light footsteps on the white marbled floors. All of the lights above you were significantly dimmed, apart from occasional orange emergency lights, flashing sporadically above fire exits, illuminating your surroundings in brief spats.

A plan formed quickly in your mind, as you slipped into a book shop, hopping over the counter to crouch beneath the tills. Your abilities were good, in some ways exceptional, but you were ill-suited to fight those on the Curse-user team. You considered your chances against all members of the team one at a time; your conclusions were grim, should you face head to head combat. Your skills lay largely in reconnaissance and manipulation, your intelligence for tactical battle-planning vastly outstretching almost all of your peers. Only one member of the team could absolutely match your intelligence, and absolutely exceed your combat prowess; Kento.

You shivered in anticipation. You remember feeling your heart stop, feeling the danger in the air as you ran from Kento, leaving your arousal-damp underwear in his pocket. You grazed a hand over your pussy, covered in nothing but your leather trousers, and felt the outrageous urge to pleasure yourself to Kento, alone and gasping, on the book shop floor.

The thought was cut short as you heard soft rustles against the book store carpet on the other side of the counter. Whatever it was, it didn't weigh much, and it wasn't making much effort to suppress its cursed energy. Your brain ticked- Maki's cursed doll. You stayed calm, your ability to dampen your cursed energy one of your greatest strengths.

It would be a great inconvenience to Maki, you thought slyly, if you destroyed her sniffer-dog. While Maki's own cursed energy was minimal at best, so was her ability to hide it, and so, eyes heavily lidded, you felt Maki approach the book shop, bladed staff in hand. You felt her pause at the door, watching her cursed doll amble uncertainly around the shop, knowing that something nearby had cursed energy, but unable to pin you down.

"You've found something, huh, bear?" Maki walked into the shop. She stood considering her options. "Well, at least we know it's not Itadori-kun. He sticks out like a sore thumb. Another Curse-user would make themselves known to me. So is it Inumaki, Panda, or Y/N-sensei?"

You smiled, proud of Maki. You knew that she and you would have been friends had you attended Jujutsu High at the same time. But, you resolved to make an attempt on the life of her bear, and escape her. You were not here to fight, but to survive.

Your abilities lent themselves best, in the form of telepathic suggestion. In a gentler, more insidious way than Inumaki, you could compel the heart and mind of another in any manner of your choosing. It worked well, most of the time, and served well in keeping you hidden. You were not powerful enough to compel another to violence, or drastic choices.

Maki did not find it unusual when she was compelled to check the darker areas at the back of the store, ignoring her cursed doll, who had now started trying to climb the counter. Reaching over the counter slowly, you whipped the bear into your arms, and, muffling its cries with your foot, savagely ripped off all limbs but one, before shoving it in a dank stationary cupboard.

Its watery blue eyes looked up at you, trembling and whimpering in terror as you pointed a finger in its face, "If you know what's good for you, bear, you'll shut your mouth when Maki calls for you, or I'll deliver you back to Yaga one piece of stuffing at a time." The doll threw its remaining arm over its eyes dramatically, rolling silently against a tape dispenser, quietly weeping. Monstrously satisfied, you locked the cupboard, and slipped effortlessly out of the bookshop.

Immediately at the other end of the atrium, you saw a fight break out- Megumi and Inumaki, you noted. Inumaki's chances were good, but he was a glass cannon, and your confidence in taking out a Curse-user soared as you considered Inumaki your ally. You sprinted towards the fight as Megumi's Nue swept down towards Inumaki, who rolled athletically aside.

I need to get down to the floor, you forced into Megumi's mind as he circled above Inumaki on Nue, I need to get down, and physically incapacitate Inumaki. Not doubting for a moment that his thought was his own, Megumi dismissed Nue at ground level, and, about to beckon his remaining Demon Dog to attack, you leapt at Megumi's back and slammed an elbow into the back of his head. Megumi was in no way prepared, and hit the floor face-first, hard. Inumaki took his chance, unzipping his mouth and speaking directly at Megumi:

"Laugh uncontrollably!" Immediately, Megumi began twisting on the floor in hysterics, blood from his nose dripping into his mouth, wracked with painful laughter as he struggled to get up. In horror, you and Inumaki recalled that Megumi can summon shikigami with his hands alone. Inumaki cried out again:

"Hands down your pants!" Involuntarily, and still wheezing with laughter, Megumi shoved one hand down the front of his pants, and one hand down the back. Now blushing wildly, sweating, laughing and bloody, Megumi dropped to his knees. You high-fived Inumaki and reached into your pocket, pulling a thick white paint marker out. Leaning down to Megumi and ruffling his hair, you painted a large, white cross over the chest of his jumpsuit. Inumaki dropped blithely off the balcony beside you, hanging by his hands from the railings, only his fingertips now visible.

One down, you thought. Moving to stand, you felt your legs swept abruptly from under you, hitting the floor with a crunch as Maki loomed over you, staff at your throat.

"I should have known it was you making me search that shop, Y/N-sensei. But where did you put my fucking bear?" You grinned toothily up at Maki, pointing to a Build-a-Bear Workshop on the other side of the hallway. Maki looked away from you at your insistence, and missed Inumaki climbing up the balcony behind her, waggling his tongue before whispering in her ear:

"Have a nice sit down." Maki dropped wordlessly to the floor, legs now completely useless, as you scooted away from her and she swung her staff furiously, cussing at you and Inumaki. Inumaki pulled out his throat medicine, spraying lightly into his mouth while you patted his back in congratulations.

"That was sloppy, Maki, you can do better than that."

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Walking away from Maki, who you couldn't yet determine to be truly defeated as much as severely limited, you and Inumaki wordlessly split ways.

Just Ino, Nobara and Kento left. Rounding a corner, you felt a hushed, deep pulse of cursed energy through your chest. Your breath caught. This cursed energy you knew better than you knew your own. It washed over you when he made you cum. It rumbled through you when he made love to you in the dark of the night. And he was making little, if any effort to conceal it from you, confident in his ability to hunt you until his completion.

Stepping into a doorway backlit only by an intermittently flashing orange light, the black figure of Nanami Kento, huge, blade in hand, remained in the doorway for just enough flashes of light for you to see him and feel dreadful arousal sink into your belly. Another flash came, and the doorway was empty.

All of the breath left your body at once.

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When Kento first reached the top of the stairs into the shopping centre atrium, he felt multiple residual cursed energies heading away from him, his head filing them away rapidly- Inumaki and Megumi, front right, Maki hard right, Panda hard left, and Yuuji, thrumming with cursed energy like a beacon, hard left.

Ino and Nobara took high perches among the huge white rafters, watching, waiting.

He could not, however, feel you. He was not surprised; you were very good at hiding your cursed energy, but Kento knew you better than anyone. He twiddled your lace underwear between his fingers as he considered his options. You were most likely to be flushed out if you considered an ally to be at risk, and Kento considered you most likely to have followed Yuuji, the newbie, and the one whose poorly controlled cursed energy would most likely disguise your own.

He took a left down a curved hallway in the atrium, carefully avoiding any traces of cursed energy, on his way to Yuuji. Suppressing his arousal, his wish to hunt you down like an animal, he reminded himself he also had a job to do.

Meandering around a series of shops, he felt Yuuji, getting closer and closer, until he pushed through the staff entrance of a brightly lit teddy bear shop. Stuffed toys of all varieties, from the size of his palm to the size of a grizzly bear, lined the stacks and shelves, glassy-eyed and plush. Kento briefly considered leaving some money in the till and choosing you one, before gruffly remembering you were an absolute brat who needed the attitude fucked out of you, not a teddy bear. Twisting his neck again as his arousal peaked, he felt his cock growing and throbbing along his thigh. He sighed in frustration. Best just get on with it, he mulled.

Reaching into an enormous pile of plush unicorns, Kento lifted Yuuji out by the front of his uniform. Yuuji yelped, and took a half-hearted swing at Kento's face. Kento grunted as knuckles chipped his jaw, and he held Yuuji aloft with the same hand as his blade, slapping Yuuji bodily across the cheek.

"Nanamin!" Yuuji gasped, squirming half-heartedly in his grasp. He looked at Kento, wet-eyed, unable to make the decision to fight him. Kento scowled and barely reduced his full force as he swung Yuuji at the floor, hearing marble floor crack under the carpets. Kento knelt, knees pinning Yuuji's arms to the floor as Yuuji choked down blood, gasping and sputtering.

"I'm disappointed in you, Itadori-kun. Fight me, boy." He slapped Yuuji again, and pressed his blade to Yuuji's throat. "Gone. You're dead. In just seconds, because you hesitated to hurt me, because you think I'm your friend." He spat the last word at Yuuji, who stared up at him, jaw steadfast and eyes trembling.

"Would you kill me, boy, if I turned? If I walked with the real Curse-users one day? I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it, in my darkest moments."

"You would never. I trust you, Nanamin." Nanami sighed, resting back on his haunches, drawing a painty white cross on Yuuji's chest. Kento stood, pulling Yuuji up from the floor, certain he'd at least broken some of Yuuji's ribs. Yuuji grinned a bloody grin up at Kento.

"Go on, Itadori-kun," Kento sighed, disappointed but unsurprised, "get yourself to Shoko. She's probably at the coffee shop on level 2. Get yourself patched up." Kento didn't even have the heart to interrogate him.

As Yuuji hobbled away, he paused in the staff entrance doorway, and turned to Nanami.

"I'd already made my mind up, Nanamin. If any of you turned to the Curse-users, I wouldn't hurt you because I wouldn't blame you. I'd blame myself for not being there enough. For not helping you." Yuuji walked away, leaving Kento in ponderous silence.

Moments later, Kento felt a warm whoosh of released cursed energy, unmistakeably you. He ducked left, concealed behind the shutters, and, gazing out through the slats, he watched as you and Inumaki flawlessly took out Megumi and Maki. His eyes darkened as you ruffled Megumi's hair, touched Inumaki's hands, patted his shoulders.

Jealous of boys, he scoffed at himself. His self-restraint was now wildly out of touch, obsessing over you barely touching him all month, skirting around him at home, acting like this torture was all for a good cause. He growled lowly at the thought of you now, turning away down a corridor, wondering if you were wet for him, wondering if you were afraid of being caught by him. His mouth salivated at the thought of you pinned against a wall in the dark, crying out for mercy and relief as he pounded, deep and long, into your tight, gummy walls.

Kento was fully erect now, and silently thanked his tight boxers for pinning his aching length against his leg, the heavy jumpsuit material hiding his sticky precum, leaking continuously now, sticking to the hairs on his thighs.

Waiting for Inumaki and you to disappear, he forced up the shutter and crouched underneath, walking across the atrium, finger pressed to his lips as Megumi (still laughing) and Maki saw him. Dropping like a cat onto the level below from the balcony, he landed on his feet and sprinted ahead, directly underneath the direction he imagined you were headed. Finding a fire escape, he headed up the stairs, and, coated in shadow, emerged into the doorway where he saw you.

Cock thick and hot against his leg, he abandoned any pretence of a game. Hungry and quietly seething, he darted from the doorway into the dark, swearing he could smell you on the air.

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You knew your only chance of escape at this point was to lead Kento through an assault course which was big enough for you, but not for him. The biggest part of you was desperate to be caught, punished at his hands for your torment, and everything inside you clenched in anticipation as you felt your thighs grow steadily wetter with your arousal. Another, competitive part of you wanted to win, and prove to Kento that you were determined to see November to the end. You knew that if you sincerely told Kento to stop, he would drop his every need, his most vital wish being your safety, your right to say no.

But he knew you better than that- knowing your safe word now, knowing how desperately you ached for him, too, he fully committed to your plan to not go down without a fight. When Nanami Kento takes on a duty, he takes it on seriously. And his duty now? To hunt you down, and use you as a personal cocksleeve.

You had already taken a running slide under a partially raised shutter, and heard Kento curse behind you, too bulky to fit beneath it, and an echoing screech as he yanked it upwards. By this point, you were well on your way into a tiny service lift, standing room for one only, the door closing just too fast for Kento to reach. He roared his frustration and, eyes meeting yours through the wired square of glass, you watched his figure disappear as you blew him a kiss.

All of your tactical abilities had grown wings and gone. You panted, nipples erect, thighs sticky, thrilled by the chase, and trying, failing to plan your next move.

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Kento paced like a tiger.

If I have to pull you out of a fucking dumbwaiter, I will. He turned tail to the doors and rolled under the shutters, moving seamlessly back onto his feet and searching for the nearest store-room access point. Finding one, bathed in sickly light, Kento ignored individual stairs and instead leapt them a flight at a time, like a man possessed.

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As soon as you made your way out of the lift, you realised you had made a terrible error of judgement. Between the rolling trolleys and stacks of cardboard boxes, you could see only one way out. Above you, you heard rhythmic slams, getting closer, as someone hit each staircase downwards with terrifying force.

You turned tail and ran back into the service lift, hammering your forefinger on the 'up' button repeatedly, screaming and clapping a hand over your mouth as the store room door slammed open and heavy footsteps sprinted towards you, the lift door nearly closed but four thick fingers pushed past the gap and with a grunt of effort turned satisfied sigh, Kento stepped into the space, barely wide enough for a stack of boxes, and now with he and you crammed against each other.

Still clad in black glasses and mask, he glowers at you wordlessly, reaching one finger behind him to press the 'down' button, keeping the lift in place in the dimly lit basement. You stutter up at him, utterly trapped.

"Kento-" you start, and he presses a leather-gloved finger to your lips. Pushing you, looming over to you until you're flush against the back wall of the lift, you moan as he slowly lifts you off the ground with his thigh and knee pressed against the wall, pussy now grinding against his flexing muscles. You shudder at the sudden pressure, unable to stop yourself bucking your sex against his thigh. Before you could plead for relief, he pressed two black gloved fingers into your mouth, firmly caressing your tongue at first, before pushing them deeply to the back of your throat. A satisfied huff came from beneath his mask as you choked and gagged, his second hand coming up to lightly squeeze the front of your throat, feeling for his fingers inside you.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he breathed, low and dangerous, continuing to fuck your mouth with his fingers, gradually releasing and squeezing your throat in time with your desperate bucking against his thigh. He groaned lowly, savouring your flushed cheeks and the tears of overstimulation running down them.

"Oh darling," he intoned, watching you struggle to get yourself off against his thigh. "Would this help?" He released your mouth and throat abruptly, reached between your legs with both hands and ripped your trousers at the crotch, your pussy now directly on the harsh cloth of his jumpsuited thigh. You let out a momentary cry of protest, and Kento laughed cruelly.

"You make me hunt you like an animal just for a good fuck, and you draw the line at torn clothes? Please. Your pussy's going to need fresh air for a month after what I'm about to do to you."

He hoisted you roughly by the hips and you wrapped your legs around him, and now you could feel the complete outline of his cock, straining and pulsing against the fabric of his jumpsuit.

"Put the effort in, sweetheart," he said as he let go of your thighs, slamming his clothed cock against your bare pussy to hold you against the wall, and you humped furiously against his length, folds open and clit rubbing directly on rough cloth. He gasped beneath his mask, and as you clawed at his back and sucked a droplet of sweat off the side of his throat, he growled, low and threatening.

You felt his hands move together, one to grip your throat again and push your head hard against the wall, and the other to rip open your shirt and tear the fabric of your bra to release your breasts. He tugged at your nipples until you mewled and squirmed against him. He felt your arousal seep through his jumpsuit and underwear, mixing with his precum and making you both wetter. Involuntarily, his hips bucked into you, and you broke, begging and pleading for him to let you cum.

Abruptly, he pulled away from you, leaving you splayed, pussy cold and throbbing, denied the pleasure of your approaching orgasm. Kento turned away from you, shoulders heaving with effort, gripping the base of his cock through his jumpsuit. Head thrown back as he panted, you felt lightheaded with the smell of his sweat and natural scent filling the air around you.

"No...no. You don't get off that easily. And I won't get off that easily, humping like teenagers in a store cupboard. You take pleasure in denial? I'll give you denial."

He turned, spinning you and pressing your face against the cold wall, hand still gloved. You were astounded and appalled by his level of self-control, his own continued self-denial, refusing himself sensory stimuli by remaining gloved, clothed and masked. He rolled his hand into a fist and pressed the small of your back.

"Arch. Now," he ordered. You did as you were told, dropping your belly and pushing your arse out, teasing again against his straining cock. You heard a slow unzipping behind you, and a rustling. You cried out as fabric was crammed into your mouth and, tasting yourself and Kento on your tongue, you guessed he had used your panties to clean himself up before silencing you.

Another noise filled you with alarm- Kento reaching to his back and unsheathing his blade. You felt one finger gently tap the side of your head as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "You and I both know you have other ways to get your safe word across, hmm?"

You felt something cool and hard rub slowly between your wet, bare folds, and realised with a moan and a blush that Kento was about to fuck you with the handle of his blade. Rubbing lazy circles around your clit, Kento sighed, watching creamy arousal drip down the handle of his blade. He wanted nothing more than to duck down and lick it clean before plunging his tongue into your velvety walls, for you to ride his face until he had you seeing stars. Denying yourself pleasure had meant denying him pleasure, and you knew as well as he did that all it took for him to cum in his pants was you moaning, breaking and falling apart as he ate you out.

For now, he'd let his rage burn slowly, bright embers on black coal, and remind you just how patient he could really be. It would be all the better to lose control with you when you were fucked out, floppy and incapable of denying him any longer.

"Are you going to cum on my blade, hmm?" he whispered against your ear, quickening his circles around your clit as you nodded and whimpered, occasionally threatening to push his blade's handle inside you, denying you as you pressed yourself back into him. Suddenly, inchingly, he raised the handle to your entrance, sliding it through velvet walls and your slick until it bottomed out at the hilt. You whined, and squealed as he twisted the blade, so the nub at the end of the handle pushed insistently against your cervix and sweet spot.

Thrusting it in and out of you harshly, Kento felt dizzy as you shook and whined, leather glove now coated with your creamy white arousal, smells of sweat and cum mingling in the air, and he was overwhelmed for a moment with untouched pleasure and affection, with how well you were doing for him, and he mumbled into your ear as if he were the one being pleasured blind.

"Oh god, yes, yesssss, keep going. Keep going darling, don't stop now, you're taking it so well for me." He groaned into your ear as it became harder for him to push the handle back into you as your pussy clenched and fluttered as you approached your orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks, so he sped up, reaching round you with his other hand to pinch your clit harshly.

You came with a shout, bliss overwhelming you, wishing it was his cock your walls were milking, your voice drawing out into pathetic mewling as Kento continued his ministrations. Your vision speckled with white lights and your legs shook, seeking Kento's eyes behind his dark glasses. He raised his eyebrows and looked over his glasses at you, eye-to-eye for the first time since you had left home and through Kento's flinty gaze, was a fleck of playfulness as he toyed with you, a cat with a mouse.

Kento hummed, "Too much, not enough...hard to please, aren't you? Oh, keep going my love, because I won't be satisfied until you're putty in my hands." Precum dripped down his throbbing cock as you came again, crying out weakly, nearly collapsing onto the handle of his blade. Slowing down as you rode the waves of pleasure, Kento pulled the handle out and wiped the tears from your eyes, shushing you. He tugged the panties out of your mouth as you coughed and pocketed them, raising the handle up to your mouth.

"Clean it," he ordered, eyeing you intently as you obediently locked and sucked your own essence of the length of the handle. "Not too much," he urged, sheathing his blade back between his shoulders, "I want to smell you on my hands after I fight."

You turned, back pressed against the wall, and Kento allowed it. He appraised his work, you now trembling and sweating, your arousal evident on the torn leather of your trousers, and you begged him.

"Kento, please...I need you inside me. I'll do anything. Please."

"I'm not sure," he intoned again, "you haven't taken me for quite some time, you see. I feel like we need to stretch you out a little, before I wrap you around my cock."

Still staring at you, eyes settled on your heaving breasts, squashed together by your torn shirt, he removed his gloves, one finger at a time. Reaching into another pocket, you heard the rustle of packaging, and Kento deftly unpackaged a dildo and rabbit duo, and a tiny controller that he rolled musingly between his thick fingers.

Hand around your throat again, warningly, Kento gave a gentle squeeze as he stuffed the dildo up with little warning until it bottomed out in you, rabbit lined up with your clit. You jumped in shock, still sensitive from cumming- but blurted out through your tight throat, "Not as big as you."

Kento chuckled sardonically, "Oh? You remember how big I am?" He yanked you in by your neck until you were nose to nose, "Only, you haven't been very good friends with my cock this past-" he checked his watch, "29 days, have you?" He removed his glasses, tossing them aside, rewarding you again with his impassive gaze. His mood was swinging so wildly, he was giving you whiplash. Kento, for the first time in years, seemed positively unhinged. He slammed a mask-shielded kiss to your mouth, moaning into you, and as you came up for air, he buried his hand deep into your hair, grabbing at the roots and forcing you down to your knees, the tightness of the space bringing you face to face with his clothed, hard cock.

He stared down into your eyes, satisfied with the arrangement as you clutched his thighs, and you felt the vibrator buzz to life while he once again unzipped his jumpsuit agonisingly slowly, stripteasing you as first the hard planes of his chest, then his abdomen, then his neatly trimmed honey-coloured pubes came into view.

Reaching the hand holding the controller down, he reached into his underwear and finally revealed his heavy cock and balls, falling hard onto your face. Your mouth watered as you stared up at him, opening your mouth obediently, and Kento's last thread snapped.

Both hands now buried in your hair, and gripping the controller, Kento rammed his cock immediately to the back of your throat, whimpering with relief at the intense pleasure of your throat gagging around him. A few quick clicks of the controller and the vibrator maxed out, strangled squeaks coming from you at the combined intensity of Kento fucking your face with wild abandon and the buzz of the vibrator on your swollen, hypersensitive clit.

Kento gripped you by the hair, slamming his cock repeatedly into your mouth and throat, grunting and gasping as he felt your tongue raise to cup the underside of his sensitive length, pink head brushing against the wet muscle as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust. His head swirled with pleasure, vision thick and hazy after denying himself and being denied for so long, moaning your name, begging to cum down your throat, begging you to cum with him. Head thrown back, he saw stars.

Rolling his head down to look at you, tears running down your cheeks, and mingling with your own saliva and his precum, he fell apart as he watched you play with your own nipples, your mouth tight around him.

As you came again, throat closing around him, he held you nose to pubes as he came with a bark, a month's worth of pent up seed squirtig down your throat in thick, hot bursts. You swallowed, twitching and jerking as the vibrator overstimulated you and you struggled to swallow Kento's massive load. Kento shook, grip in your hair loosening, cock still pulsing and leaping in your mouth as his orgasm drew-out, moaning your name and sweet nothings to you.

Pulling out of your mouth, cock still impossibly hard, he pulled you up to him, pulling the dildo out of you and throwing it and his mask aside. Your eyes met, thoughts headed in the same direction and he pressed you against the wall, your legs locked around his hips.

Kento sunk his cock between your puffy folds, hammering into you immediately, kissing you properly for the first time. Both addled and desperate, you cried out his name as Kento rammed repeatedly into you, pulling out almost completely before bottoming out again, feeling your cervix jump against your belly every time he hit you deeply.

Hair a mess, sweat mingling on his chest, and eyes ablaze, Kento watched you with total adoration as you melted around him, as pliable and floppy as he'd wanted you, eyes glazed as you shook your head and whined.

"I can't cum again...Kento...hurts..."

He leaned close, huffing into your neck as his cock continued to abuse your hole, used and swollen, denying himself from finishing until you came again. His hand coming to rest at your throat again, and his other at your breasts, he squeezed both harshly. The overstimulation combined with lack of air caused a rush that went straight to your pussy, and you broke, gushing around him as you came again.

Kento came again, all shaking moans and pleas, cockhead squirting against your cervix as you felt warmth seep into your belly, both riding your highs, clinging to each other as if on a sinking ship.

Moments passed, panting in each others' arms, and Kento drew both arms around you, embracing you warmly, nose in your hair. You sunk against his chest in bliss, a moment of emptiness as his cock slipped out, and cum trickled down your thighs.

"You were right," he finally groaned, "it was especially good after so long."

You grinned into his chest, nuzzling it and planting a wet kiss above his heart, "And you were right."

Kento looked down at you, one eyebrow raised quizzically. You nipped his left pec, playful.

"I wouldn't fancy my chances against a Curse-user like you."

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Principal Yaga sat with Gojo and Nanami, reading through progress reports for the students, looking with special interest at the Sorcerer VS Curse-user event.

"So, let me get this straight:

Fushiguro would have laughed himself to death if Inumaki hadn't finally released his technique, and Shoko healed him of a minor concussion caused by Nanami-sensei.

Zenin Maki had to be carried back to the van by Ijichi-san, as Inumaki wouldn't release his technique, as he worried Zenin would stab him to death.

Nanami, you broke four of Itadori-kun's ribs, as he refused to fight you. As he was headed to Shoko for treatment, Nobara nailed him to the walls of a lingerie store, but both declined to answer who was in there first. Nobara went to browse the clothing shops.

Ino was found asleep at 2am in a bed store, and once Inumaki had ordered him to tidy up after himself, he was then ordered to go and play by himself in the adjacent toy shop.

Inumaki settled himself down in the book shop, and sellotaped my Curse-doll back together, which he found inside a stationary cupboard, after it had been torn to shreds by Nanami-sensei.

Nanami captured you in the store rooms after a brief combat."

Yaga then glared up at Gojo, eyes narrowed as Gojo sipped coffee innocuously. Yaga continued.

"And Gojo witnessed none of it, as he and Shoko spent the whole night gossiping at the coffee shop on Level 2."

"I figured Nanamin and his girl had things handled."

Yaga scoffed, tucking the papers back inside their folder.

"So who would you both agree to have been MVP of the event?"

Nanami and Gojo looked at each other. Considering, Nanami spoke first.

"I'd say it had to have been Inumaki. Excellent use of his cursed-technique to incapacitate without injuring, taking out 3 of the 5 Curse-user team, with a little support from my wife."

"Actually," Gojo interjected, "I'd have to say it was Panda." Nanami raised an eyebrow in inquiry- he had completely forgotten about Panda.

Gojo continued, "He stayed as still as the grave against the shelves in the Build-a-Bear Factory. Said he hadn't planned to stay there that long, but he found watching Nanamin beat Itadori-kun half to death so intimidating, he stayed there all night. I didn't find him until 7am."

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Reader when she runs from Kento after pushing her undies into his pocket:

Being chased down by horny Nanami?

Haha pussy go BRRRR

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yuujispinkhair · 1 year ago

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I had some very loving thoughts about Yuuji, and they turned horny, so here is a little drabble about how cute and sexy he is when you kiss him and blow him 💗

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (gender-neutral) Warnings: 18+, smut, blow job, cumshots. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Walking up to your boyfie Yuuji while he's cooking for you. And you are practically drooling when you take in his tall, buff figure from behind. His broad shoulders, the thick neck, the sexy undercut, the gorgeous v-shape of his upper body, his muscular arms, his firm round ass, his toned thighs. Itadori Yuuji is a fucking full-course meal!

He smiles at you, all sunshine smile and genuine affection in those pretty golden eyes. And your heart skips a beat because he is so beautiful to you. The scars on his face made him even more attractive, giving him that rough, sexy edge. Your sexy hero.

"Hey there, my pretty boy."

You run a hand down his flexed biceps, marveling at how hard his muscles feel under your fingers. It always makes your knees weak how strong he is.

And Yuuji laughs that loud, sweet laugh, his golden eyes brim with happiness, and a flirty expression settles on his pretty face,

"Hey there, my even prettier cutie."

The food he is cooking is forgotten for the moment because Yuuji's strong arms wrap around you, making you stumble against him and end up snuggled tightly against his buff body because he always underestimates his strength when he's so happy to see you.

You just have to kiss him. He is irresistible with that boyish and slightly cheeky smile on his pretty face. Your lips land on the scar on the side of his lips first, making sure to peck it before you kiss him full on the lips.

And Yuuji kisses you back so eagerly, making you forget everything around you. He drives you crazy with his sweet, needy kisses that always show you how much he loves you and how crazy he is for you. Making your head spin with his sweetness.

He makes the cutest noises when you scratch the short stubble of his undercut and run your fingers up the back of his head and into his soft pink strands. You tug on his pretty, pink hair, pulling his head down to deepen your kiss even more, and Yuuji moans into your mouth, making you grin. So cute and sexy.

You just have to trail kisses down his neck and suck on his adam's apple until you hear sweet Yuuji sob. And why stop there when you can drop to your knees and pull down his sweatpants and boxers to lick and kiss those tan, muscular thighs until your boyfie is trembling and his pre-cum runs down his gorgeous thick cock, practically begging you to suck him.

Dinner will not be finished in time tonight, but both of you don't care. Not when your mouth is stuffed with Yuuji's fat cock, spit running down your chin as you bop your head eagerly on his hard length and messily make out with his pretty pink tip while listening to his loud horny moans.

Who needs dinner when you can spoil your pretty boy with your mouth, just like he deserves?

And he looks so pretty with his head thrown back, moaning unashamedly for you, thick cock twitching so sweetly in your mouth, a large hand in your hair, gently but firmly pushing you up and down on his needy cock until he cums with a desperate cry, filling your mouth with his milky load.

You smile at him, looking up at him with love-drunk eyes when he pulls out, only to pump himself furiously to give you some face shots too, while he still has cum to stroke out of his fat cock. Because Yuuji always loves to see your pretty face covered with his cum.

He will make sure to lick it all of you though, so don't worry about being messy for dinner. Yuuji's got you ;)

#yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #yuuji x you #itadori x reader #itadori smut #yuji x reader #yuji x you #yuji smut #itadori x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut

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vellichor-of-the-solivagant · 3 months ago

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How To Plant Snapdragons | 15

Task Force 141, Keegan & Konig x Female Criminal!Reader

Previous Chapter / Masterlist / Discord

“I need to put you down.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, and your legs locked together circling his waist. You shook your head in disagreement, feeling as though he would disappear the moment he slipped away from your grasp like grains of sand, and all of this was merely a fever dream.

Keegan sighed out loud, his hands traveling from your thighs then underneath your butt, and hoisted you up, to keep you in place. He took some steps forward, peeking around the corner of an alleyway, and slowly slid down to the ground. His hands took nest around your waist and adjusted you on his lap.

“Fine, let's stay here for a short while,” he said in a low voice, his warm breath fanning your ear.

You clawed onto his clothes and forced yourself to let go. You pulled away from him and gazed into a pair of icy-blue eyes, which you didn’t expect to behold so soon, to have him before you in an unwanted place like this, when you left his side over a year ago. But it was just like this, all the times you had spent with him, always at arm's length, never truly in his arms—never he was yours.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but reach up to his mask and pull it down to his chin, tracing your fingers over the line of his jaw which felt a hit rough from the stubble.

You were never his, and yet, you found yourself questioning what he had been thinking over the past year as he pulled you tight to his chest.

You wanted his mouth on yours, and now, in this dark alleyway that smelled of sewers, under the cold rain, on the run from the hunting shadows, it was happening. Your lips parted as his thumb brushed over their petal softness, and you combed your fingers into the undercut at the nape of his neck.

Keegan felt tingles wash down his back, like what you have always done to him as he closed the gap between your mouths, first with the utmost gentleness, then with the hunger of a starved man. You made a delicious little sound, which he drank and responded with the same hunger, sparking a fire in his stomach that he had once lost.

He didn't want it to stop.

You didn't want it to stop, yet you knew you didn't deserve such a wish, and so, you pulled away, or tried, but he kept you in place.

“You're the one who didn't want to let go, now you're the one pulling away?” He muttered on your lips, resting his forehead against yours, and your noses touching one another.

You forced a smile upon your face. “We need to get moving, yeah?”

“Touche,” he remarked and averted his gaze onto your shoulder. “Let’s treat this first.”

You nodded, and reluctantly and slowly, you got off his lap, letting him rummage on kit he had behind him. “We don't have time to stitch it, so a bandage should work for now,” you said, patting his chest for a knife and found one. With it, you tore your sleeve off leaving your shoulder bare, and put the knife back in its place.

He didn't utter an answer, but you knew he was listening and agreed to your statement as he pulled out a bandage from the kit. Lifting your arm up, he quickly wrapped your wound with the bandage, wincing at the tugs he made to secure the fabric in place, but he didn't take long till he tied it up on a knot.

You rolled your shoulder and squeaked when he flicked your forehead. “Bro, the fuck?” You rubbed the sore spot.

“Don't move it too much, idiot.” He got up on his feet and extended you a hand. “And don't call me ‘bro’ after you kissed me.”

“Well, I was just trying to make sure I can still move,” you scoffed and took his hand with your good one, letting yourself be pulled up to your feet. “And you are the one who kissed me, bro.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and pulled his mask back up to his nose. “You initiated it, bro.”

You rolled your eyes, which he copied, and when you met his eyes once again, you couldn’t help but smile. He shook his head at you and placed his hand on your head, ruffling your hair which was already a mess. You grumbled as he started to walk and peeked around the corner for the second time. With a motion of his hand, you quickly followed him into another alleyway, and from your peripheral, you saw corpses scattered on the street, blood staining the pavement red.

You heaved a loud sigh and something crackled from your comms, Soap’s voice coming in.

“Bravo 7-1, in the blind . . . how copy?”

Just before you could click on the comms and speak, Keegan covered your mouth with his hand, pressing you against the wall as a Shadow passed by. He waved his hand, telling you to stand by, and with practiced movements he rushed towards the contractor, plunging his knife through the neck. He dragged him back to your position and carefully laid him down so as to not trigger any unwanted noises. Then, he nodded at you.

That moment, the lieutenant answered, making you sigh in relief. “This is Ghost, how copy?”

You clicked on the comms and in a hushed voice, you said, “Snapdragon, uh, Shampoo to 141, how copy?”

“Shampoo?” Keegan echoed, confusion clear in his voice.

“Long story,” you simply replied to the man, pulling a face as you listened to the 141’s reply, but it seemed like they couldn’t hear your answer at all as they went on a conversation of their own, then cursed out as it dawned at you. Your way of communicating back was the throat mic that you forgot to remove after burning Valeria’s house and Ghost took it back to the ship. “Fuck, they won’t hear me.”

Keegan reached for the wires on your vest, carefully eyeing each one. “They don’t seem damaged.”

“No, but I talk with them through a throat mic.” Your hand flew to your neck, rubbing the sore spot where you scratched and clawed. “God, damn it.”

Keegan watched you tap your feet against the group rapidly in repeat, one of your mannerisms that he picked up throughout the years you spent with him. Seeing your dejected gaze on the ground, mapping out your next moves in silence, he removed his earpiece, disconnecting it, and reached for his comms. “Russ to Walkers, how copy?”

You snapped your head at his way, eyes widening at the mention of surnames, and voices that you had longed to hear.

“Hesh to Keegan, on the way to save a British ass,” then a second of pause, “although, I don’t think this one is British. Ehh, Scottish, maybe?”

At the same time, a quiet voice answered, “On it.”

Your vision began to blur, tears threatening to run down from your eyes as you realized how much you missed their voice, how you prayed and repeated their words over and over again in your head, in fear that you would forget about them. And you let the tears fall as a searing touch, one you would burn the world for, wiped them off your cheeks.

You buried your face in Keegan’s palm, hand cupping over his, as you bit down on your lip, to silence your sobs.

“Good, I’ve got our lady,” Keegan announced and pulled you into his embrace, muffling your cries in his chest.

Immediately, Hesh demanded, “Put her on, let me talk to her. Put her on, Keegan—”

“Shut up, won't you? She's preoccupied.” Keegan swiped a strand of hair from your face and rested his chin on top of your head.

“Preoccupied?” David repeated. “You're not fucking her in the middle of the street, are you?”

Keegan had never rolled his eyes so hard until this moment. “Why the fuck would I—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you glowered, pushing on Keegan's comms, and sniffed to stop your disgusting snot from dripping on his vest. His words made you pull yourself together, almost literally making you push the remaining tears back in your eyes.

“Jesus Christ,” a chuckle reverberated from the comms, getting you to smile. “Hey, how've you been?”

“You want the truth or the filtered one?”

“Since when do you filter anything you say?”

“Touche.” You snorted. “Well, tortured, imprisoned, and now I'm here, I guess?”

“I said the unfiltered version!” He yelled through the comms, and muttered a curse, making you shake your head. “Not the short version,” he finished.

“It'll be too long of a talk, man.”

“Good point.”

“Are you alright?” Logan joined in.

You giggled at his question and wiped the excess rain water from your face. “Yeah, never been better. I feel like I could take on anything right now.”

“That's you when you're high,” the younger Walker remarked, making you gasp, his brother laughing and Keegan stifling a laugh.

“Is this a reunion or a roasting competition?” You questioned.

“Both,” he simply answered.

You rolled your eyes, and silence rolled in for a moment, which you immediately broke. “Hey, make sure to mention me to the 141 or show them something that tells them you're not a threat.”

“Rog,” Logan quickly replied, ever the quiet and straightforward man more than Keegan.

“This guy's looking funny tho,” Hesh commented and you knew immediately what he was gonna talk about. “A mohawk, really? He looks like a rooster. It gives off the vibe of someone who made a bad decision in life. He should have just shaved it all off.”

You shook your head. “Like you can talk.”

“At least I don't look like a stegosaurus.”

You covered your mouth, clamping your lips, and closed your eyes to stop the laughter threatening to escape from you. You thought your first impression of Soap was bad, referring to him as a rooster—an ostrich even, and here your brother was, calling the Scot a dinosaur.

You removed your hand from your face. “You need to stop,” you demanded, breathing heavily to calm yourself. “Because if you don't, I won't be able to stop laughing and we will get compromised.”

“Rotten pineapple looking ass.”

“Stop—”

“The dark evil troll from Trolls Movie.”

“Hesh—”

“The visual representation of hair growing on the tip of the penis.”

“BWAHAHAHAHA—hmph!” Keegan's hand clamped over your mouth, but it didn't stop you from laughing on his hand, hitting the Sergeant’s arm. Your body trembled, your eyes watered and it felt like air had been knocked out from your lungs.

You were so going to hell for this.

But your laughter immediately died down as you heard footsteps rushing towards your location, and you shot a look of apologies to the sergeant.

He shook his head at you and gestured at you both to get to work, just like the old times.

Soap looked over his shoulder once more, eyes narrowing at the dim alleyway behind him for the third time. He could have sworn he heard some voices, but everytime he took a stumbling step forward, his footfall and the conversations between Shadows would drown out the noise which had been following him for a few minutes now.

He got in contact with Ghost, but he had not heard a word from their bonnie since he escaped on his own. And the Lt. even stated that you stayed behind to let him escape and gave him a phone to contact Price, but the phone had died down due to the unfortunate weather.

Although, at first, he was a bit cautious of what you wrote on the notebook, at the moment, their last resort was to believe your words, and his mission now was to get away from the Shadows, meet up with the lieutenant and get Price.

Only, if he wasn't so dizzy right now that it seemed like everything was spinning and he fell on his knees.

“Hey.”

Shit. He rushed back up on his feet. That sounded American.

“Leave me no choice.”

The next thing he knew, a hand covered his mouth. He struggled to get out of the man’s grasp, the slickness of their clothes made it hard along with the fact his arm was hurting and he was dragged back into an alley.

Just as Soap got hold of the man's arm, something was shoved before his eyes, making him freeze. A photo of a woman between two men, hugging one another and sporting huge and bright smiles on their faces. His eyes widened at the features of the woman.

Bonnie.

“Recognize her?” Hesh let go of Soap and slowly backed away from him, still showing the photo whilst he raised his other hand in the air.

Soap pushed himself to the wall. “That's . . .” he trailed off, scanning the man from head to toe. Sounds American, looks American.

“My sister,” Hesh confessed and stashed the photo in his pocket. “We're here to help around, by her request.”

Soap frowned. “Ye donnae look like her.”

“She's adopted.”

That made him frown even more. How could someone just casually say that? But more importantly, why didn't you mention any family members to the 141 before? Heck, now that he raked his mind about you, he barely knew anything about you at all. You were like a big puzzle with so many pieces missing and the pieces he had in his hands might even be lies.

“If you don't believe me, feel free to ask anything that can make you believe me,” Hesh offered and reached for his kit, fishing out a roll of bandage and a stim shot, which he threw at Soap.

Soap easily snatched it from the air and stared at the ivory fabric, then met the man’s eyes, cerulean ones to viridian. “You couldn't stop Shepherd from capturing her?”

Hesh raised his brows. “Goddamn, she's hiding this much from you lots?” He clicked his tongue rapidly. “You’re mistaken.”

“Mistaken?”

“She let herself be captured.”

Ghost stared at the photo the man in a skull mask showed to him. He positioned a knife against the man’s neck and had him pinned against the wall. But he remained unmoving from his place, inching the blade closer to the man’s throat. “What's this?”

Logan stayed silent for a moment, eyes unblinking, boring straight to the lieutenant’s eyes, and in a monotone, he said, “A photo.”

“Fuckin’ hell—I know what a photo is,” Ghost grunted, pushing him harder against the surface, but the man remained unfazed. They were at the top floor of the cathedral where they could see most of the vicinity, and just as when he thought he was alone, with no Shadows following him, lurking in the dark to strike him, this man appeared like a ghost on the hunt for another ghost.

“A sibling photo,” Logan quipped.

Ghost frowned underneath his balaclava, annoyance getting onto his nerves. “You're her brother?”

Logan nodded. “We came to help.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes at him. “Why should I believe you?” he questioned and darted his eyes down to the man's hand, watching him reach for his comms.

Logan disconnected his earpiece and with a click, he spoke. “Gremlin, come in.”

Not a few seconds later, your voice echoed from the comms that the lieutenant now could hear. “You with the Lt. now?”

Ghost's grip on his knife slightly loosened and held back the sigh of relief that threatened to rush past his lips.

“Yes,” Logan croaked.

And your next few words made something that Simon had already buried in the dark long ago to step into the light once again.

“That's a relief. Take care of him for me.”

Keegan already getting in action while Simon is still walking to that point 💀 (I had fun thinking of insults to Soap's mohawk, sorry not sorry) The Walkers being menaces tho, and I'm sorry for the late update, I forgot I didn't upload it here on Tumblr.

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satocidal · 1 year ago

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shoko has impeccable strap game that’s all 🏃🏾‍♀️

I love absolutely everything you say because all of it is so true — but listen this got me thinking, Shoko with a strap-on but subby? Like yk? Like yeah-

Warnings: smut—MDNI—use of pet name (pup, hun, slut); undertones of jealousy; dom! Shoko; AFAB! reader

!!Smut undercut!!

Shoko Ieiri was simply cruel—one hand wrapped around your neck and the other groping your tits, she had your back flushed against her chest.

“Sho’” another whine escaped you—another slap landing swift on your pussy, tears at the brink.

“Awh, you’re gonna cry?” Your face burned at her words as her nimble fingers toyed with folds, swiping ever so slowly and softly at your clit.

“Quite the whiner aren’t ya, slut?” Her expression was cold, calculated—“I wonder if you enjoyed it…whoring yourself out to Gojo,”

Her hand was quick in pushing you on to the mattress, hands tied behind your back minutes earlier—burying your face into the soft mattress.

You could feel her gaze at your exposed ass—your gaping hole—a gasp you let out as you felt something sticky land on your entrance, it felt so dirty.

Her fingers worked quick as they prepared you—pushing deep against your walls—fast, rough.

“You’re so fucking wet already hun, didn’t even need my spit hm?” Her voice was calm, collected—as if she wasn’t just going to use on you her favourite dildo—the one that always made you cry as she made you bounce on it.

“S’too big,” another whine—“Bet you’d have sucked on it hungrily if it were his cock Hm?”

A harsh smack landed on your already reddened ass—another cry you let out.

“Arch your back for me,” a command simple enough and after all the hour long teasing you couldn’t find yourself not complying to the simplest of her orders—so there you lay, face pressed against the mattress, drool coating your mouth—your ass and greedy hole offered for her to use as she willed.

She grinned as she looked at you—all worn out and a panting mess on the bed, drunk off the pleasure she knew only she could provide you.

“Beg me for it, beg for my cock pup,” you groaned again, “please,” you mumbled against the surface, “please please please I- i- need it,”

“Look at you,” she grunted, her strap on slowly sliding into your weeping hole—“So fuckin’ pretty for me, who take cares of this pussy? Who owns it?”

And all you could do was babble incoherent words and nod your head repeatedly—not even able to call her name out as you rode on her pleasure—You can’t think, or feel your legs, your whole body was spasming and your walls tightening around her thick fat dildo.

Another other smack, and again and again until you were a sobbing mess—pussy clenching on her cock as the pain intermixed with your high—“So tight baby,” she groaned—her strap rutting against your hips roughly. And as she continued abusing your sweet spot, her smirk only widened as your body spasmed, her fingers reaching under to you clit again.

You knew you weren’t to cum without her permission- you were her good pup after all—but gods it was getting impossible and she knew it.

“f-fuuck take it, take it, that’s it, cum on my cock pretty—now,” and that was all that was needed before your body shivered, the wave of pleasure pooling deep into your core and washing over you as your mind went blank.

“Good girl,” she would always groan after this- hand reaching out to pull her camera and add another photo to her collection of your ‘fucked out’ faces<3

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prkhaven · 15 days ago

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loll i just read the jayhoon anon work and? why did the person eat? and they aren't a writer? BUT i need YOU to write a drabble on jay with the whole curly wavy hair and him eating reader out bc HESSOFINEIMAKILLMYSELFBUTPLEASEPLEASEPUT HAIRPULLINGHISWAVYHAIROMLIMINSANEFORHIM.

thank you anon and that’s what i’m saying! they did so well and says they aren’t a writer like wow amazing work there😮‍💨

and jay with the permed hair changed lives (it certainly changed mine) but you ask you shall receive

warnings: smut minors do not interact, in the car, oral (f rec.), sweet/dirty talk, kissing, nicknames (baby and good girl)

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When Jay came to pick you up after his hair appointment, you expected him to return back to you with the usual undercut and shortened hair.

You didn’t expect to see the fluffy curls resting on his head as he looked at himself in the sun visor, plucking at the hair with a light frown until he heard the click of the car door snatching him from his reflection.

Quickly he jumbled out of the car and hastily made his way around the car, closing it shut before reopening for you to step into the passenger seat. He closed the door behind you before calmly walking back.

The black sleek of his button up and trousers blended perfectly, the jewelry hanging from his wrist as he lightly tapped at the hood, his head looking around making sure it was safe to cross before opening the driver’s seat.

He looked over at you with a smile, his hands resting on the gear shift and steering wheel, “You look lovely today. Our reservation is in a few but I was thinking about-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence when you pulled his head and smashed your lips onto his

Letting a surprised yelp, his hands instinctively held your waist tightly as you hummed loudly into the kiss. “Who did your hair?” You pecked at his lips

Jay smiled widely as he accepted your kisses, “My usual stylist wasn’t there- Had to go with someone new”

“Drop your old stylist” You kissed at his jaw, tracing the sharp outline of it

He hummed as you softly sucked at his skin, his rough but smooth hands ran up your side as he weakly nodded, “Alright”

And somehow not even 5 minutes later, in a secluded area that Jay rushed to way too quickly that you were sure he almost ran a red.

The car was parked, passenger seat pushed as far back as possible as it leaned into a tilt while Jay sat in front of you, your panties pushed to the side as he messily lapped around your folds.

You whined loudly as your hand tugged at the curls of his hair, loving the feel of the soft bumps in his hair as your fingers curled around the strands. “Like my hair?” He chuckled rumbling out the vibration throughout your entire body

Your body arched off the seat as you weakly nodded your head before your mouth fell slack as he took a long stride all the way up to your clit. He tugged at the bundle of nerves with his teeth making your yelp.

“I need words- You know how to use them like a good girl” His hands ran up your leg with a smile, “Don’t disappoint me baby”

Lips quivered as you harshly pulled at his hair more, your eyes barely opening as you paid attention for the tussle of the curls. “Absolutely love it” You chuckled

Pleased with your attempted response, he hummed before placing a soft kiss onto your bud before softly sucking on it. Your chest rumbled a pleased sigh as you felt him gently rubbing the folds apart for him to tease at your entrance.

“Don’t tease- Please” You pleaded but he only smirked as he glided his tongue down the strip, splitting your folds apart for him to collect all the slick possible

He didn’t respond to your words only focusing on sucking at one side of your folds as his thumb found a resting point of your clit, softly rubbing at it.

His tongue glided all around, mixing your arousal with his saliva, some of it dripping onto the leather of his seats but it couldn’t think of a better polish for it.

The wet sounds mixed into the confined car, the windows fogging up as your hand weakly raised up to dragged down the window leaving your print in its wake.

“Jay” You called out his name as you watched him, his fluffy head moving around as he allows himself to get lost in the taste of you

“So sweet- Absolutely love you” Your heart fluttered at the words as you squealed when you felt his hands spread you apart even more as his tongue protruded into your hole

He flicked his tongue back and forth, scraping at your gummy walls for all the excess fluid that was trapped. Your squeals grew more, “I’m gonna come- Jay” You warned trying to push yourself away from his head—not wanting to make a mess

Make the biggest mess in his car and he’ll thank you for it.

He sucked harsher, his thumb working even faster, tracing the figure eights on the nerves. The tugs on his hair grew harder as you singled out the strands that were more curly than the others until your ignited a loud moan to rip out of you.

“Make a mess on me baby” He hummed as he helped ride out your high by placing kisses all over your spasming pussy, his eyes watched how you clenched around nothing

He saw how your eyes felt heavy but you tried to look at him and his disheveled hair, the curls sticking out in all directions from the constant touching. The frizz of it made your heart flutter.

The lower half of his face drenched in you as he placed one finally kiss at your core, a softer approach than how it ended. His thumbs rubbed softly as he looked up in between your legs.

His eyes looked up to you, the mess of his hair nearly reaching his eyes as you weak to brushed them away to see him—your finger once again curling the strand to make the bounce of the curl to show even more.

He chuckled softly as he leaned back even closer, an evident mischievous smirk on his face.

“Wanna move it to the back seat?”

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#lily’s ask #anon #jay with curly hair is for the books

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serosblunt · 1 year ago

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BakuSquad Boys: Showering with Them (Pt. 2)

BakuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Bakugo & Kirishima

Warnings: None really; mentions of nudity and hints at spicier things.

Description: What I imagine showering with these two would be like, from how often they shower to skincare routines and fun little quirks they have :)

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Katsuki’s a neat freak, you’d known that since you’d first met the man. So his personal grooming routine shouldn’t have been any surprise to you. What you weren’t expecting was for him to be quite possibly the most hygienic person you’d ever met in your entire life.

As a general rule, Katsuki preferred showers to baths. He had never been a fan of the idea of just sitting there, floating in dirty water. He feels like he’s never really getting clean.

He’s not opposed to them entirely though. If it’s been a particularly long or arduous day, he’ll drag you into the tub with him, holding you tightly to his chest as you soak silently for a while.

Of course, he then needs a shower afterwards to get rid of those “damn germs.”

Besides his wavering affections with baths, Katsuki showers almost as soon as he feel dirty, but his bare minimum is twice a day. Damn the water bill, in his eyes it’s a necessity.

This is partly due to his quirk relying on the use of his sweat. By the end of his shift, he’s often soaking.

If he can, he’ll shower at the agency, but it feels weird not being in his own environment, with you, ready and waiting to comb his hair.

While he does have his undercut, his dad started balding at quite a young age, and the blond still wants to lose his hair by choice.

He would never admit this to anyone, and he may actually kill them if they found out, but he was incredibly grateful when you introduced the idea of rosemary oil into his routine. He then practically melted when you decided to take over combing through and massaging the oil into his scalp each night, deeming your boyfriend’s yanking of his roots too rough.

While Bakugo has a much more extensive haircare routine then he does skincare routine, that’s not to say that he doesn’t have one at all.

The nature of his quirk often means Katsuki returns home to you with scarred palms and dry skin.

Washing the soot and ash from his face usually happens in his nightly shower, something you have been known to assist with if his hands are blistering or he’s badly hurt that day- this is normally something you have to ascertain for yourself, your boyfriend’s stubbornness often defending his pride a little too well.

But even the explosive blond couldn’t deny that the known universe itself seemed to stand still as your hands ever so softly rubbed at his skin, afraid to hurt him anymore than the world already had.

A hydrating moisturiser is then applied to his face, and burn ointment and vasoline to his hands, as he grumbles about needing yet another pair of gloves.

A small price to pay for being the number two hero.

Katsuki can’t go through a day feeling dirty. He refuses to sit down or touch anything if he has just come back from patrol, and he’d sooner be caught dead then having left the house without showering. He knows from an outside perspective, his habits seem insane and his self-maintenance rigorous. But he can’t help but to let out a chuckle at those thoughts as he’s applying his chapstick for the night, catching a glimpse of your puckered lips in his periphery, demanding your ritualised kiss.

Ever the gentleman, Kirishima believes it is a man’s duty to stare lovingly (or otherwise if you permit it) at your partner as they’re in your presence, especially if you’re naked.

There is not a single part of your body that this man deems unworthy of being drooled over, kissed over, and otherwise admired until you smack him up the side of the head and call him a perv.

He’s honestly just honoured to even be allowed in the same room as you while you go through your own routine. Genuinely, he’s just in awe of you every moment of every day, and to tell you the truth, he’s not entirely convinced he’s not dating some sort of ancient beauty, the likes of which he could never know or hope to achieve.

Once the red head picks his jaw up from off the floor, having gawked at you a little too long, he’s all about setting the mood.

It doesn’t have to be a special occasion for him to woo you, it just comes naturally to him.

Roughly once a fortnight, sometimes more, you’ll come home from a long day to find the bathtub filled with bubbles, a pair of glasses waiting closely nearby, and an array of scented candles surrounding the already romantic scene.

The first time Eijiro surprised you with it, you begun to cry tears of happiness. The big lug practically had a heart attack right there, thinking he had offended you in some way.

Later, he presented you with a trio of both of your favourite smelling candles- sandalwood and vanilla.

You loved the sandalwood because it smelt like Eijiro, something you missed deeply on his long missions away. And he fell in love with vanilla when he realised how much the calming scent was intertwined in your lives.

To keep the house smelling nice, you’d often boil vanilla among other spices on the stove. To him, vanilla was home, it meant you and him in the place you built together.

So, he had the two scents mixed and made into a set of three custom pillar candles.

You would often look back and smile as you remembered him promising to “always keep them lit for you, and to use them specifically when pampering you and massaging your feet.”

So far Kirishima was yet to break that promise.

The red head didn’t have much of a preference between baths or showers, but being the sturdy hero, he often found he couldn’t fit comfortably in the confined space of a bathtub.

Ultimately, it made no difference as he just viewed the time as an opportunity to hold you close, planting occasional kisses to your forehead before he volunteered to take you through your usual shower routine.

It was through these experiences that your boyfriend learnt your biggest tell- if you ever elected to wash your hair yourself, something was wrong. But no matter, by the end of the night, you were always balled up in his arms, safe and sound.

It took a lot of convincing to get your brick wall of a boyfriend to try using a moisturiser, on both his face and body.

He had some delusion that the hydration would somehow make his quirk less effective, but you insisted his skin was begging for it.

To compromise, you tested his theory on Tetsutetsu, essentially his twin. To Eijiro’s shock, the improved health of his skin actually made his sharp edges even sharper.

You cherished your victory in silence, just happy to have roped him into step one of your planned five-part skincare routine for him.

He was sooo in for it.

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whirlwindimagines · 2 years ago

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Would be a terrible shame if someone were to ask for more of reader taking care of Vash and telling him how beautiful and amazing he is.

It would be :) well if someone gotta and I guess it’s gonna be me! I like writing about established relationships as well so here this! And yes I like cheesy nicknames lol <3 I also wrote this while watching John Wick lol two very different vibes lol

'I'll be your shelter'

Vash x Reader

Your staring how could you not? Vash was sitting across from you at the small table in the hotel room the two of you were sharing, he was taking apart his gun. You should be doing something productive, but you can’t keep your eyes off of him.

Vash must have noticed your staring because he looks up at you and you can see the questioning look in his eyes, you just smile which causes him to blush. “What?” He squeaks out, you tilt your head thinking over your response. You smirk, you know he’s been a little down on himself and well you want to change that, you love him so much.

“Just admiring my pretty boy” the sentience has the desired effect you watch in delight when his whole face goes impossibly red and he starts to stutter over his words. You don’t let him get a word in as reach across the table grabbing his hands in yours

You rub your thumbs over his knuckles, “why don’t you take a break, let me take care of you please.” You beg, pouting at him, “please don’t tease me” he whines, and you frown.

“I’m not, it’s been a rough couple of days for the both of us and we’ll I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do.” And you really mean it, you know Vash can be weird about receiving compliments, so you're trying to be sincere as possible.

His hands tremble slightly, “I feel like I should be taking care of you.” He admits quietly, you bring his hands up to your face placing a kiss on his knuckles, “You already do, I don’t need anything else.” You drop his hands to stand and walk around the table so you're at his side, he glances at you shyly.

You grab his chin forcing him to look up at you, “Vash, I love you very much, but you got to stop getting lost in that head of yours.” You say using your other hand to gently tap his forehead, he relaxes in your hold and you consider that a win.

Moving to sit in his lap, you can hear him take a sharp intake of breath, wrapping your arms around his neck you press a kiss to his cheek. He wraps his arms around your waist and you smile. Resting your cheek on top of his head, “I love you too.” He whispers, you bring one of your hands up to brush through his hair scratching gently at his undercut.

Pressing a kiss to his temple you smile contently, “I know Sunshine, how lucky am I to be sitting in the lap of the prettiest boy ever” you're teasing him now, and he groans, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Don’t get all shy on me now baby.” His grip tightens on you as he lets out a whine, “you’re enjoying this too much.” You laugh cupping his face with your hands so you can bring his face closer to yours. Squishing his cheeks together you kiss his lips, pulling back with a pleased ‘hum’

“Of course, I am, it’s you.” You reply eyes softening as he blushes, and you touch your forehead to his. Your arms settled back around his neck. Closing your eyes when you feel his hands move from your waist, trailing up your sides, over your shoulders and neck, and finally resting them on your face.

You open your eyes when you feel Vash cup your face, your breath catches in your throat at the soft look he’s giving you, now it’s your turn to blush as he pulls you in for another kiss. Pulling away with a light gasp as he pulls your body closer to his, “now you’re making me blush” you whisper against his lips.

“And here I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you.” You continue with a pout, as he moves his hands from your face to your sides giving you a squeeze that makes you laugh. You put your hands on his chest to shove him back a bit.

Vash can only look at you with wide eyes, so amazed by you and everything you do. And how you continue to stay by his side and try to make him feel better no matter what. He only wishes he could do more for you,

He’s lost in thought again, but is brought back when your gentle hands run through his hair, “where’d you go?” You ask softly, “nowhere I’m right here.” He answers hugging you tightly too him, dropping a kiss on top of his head, you hold him just as tightly. You glance at the table where his gun is still in pieces, and you sigh, “you should probably put that back together.”

He doesn’t answer, burying his face into the crook of your neck, “I’d rather stay like this.” He presses a kiss to your neck after he says this and it makes your heart skip a beat, you can’t bear to deny him such a simple pleasure, “alright handsome, as long as you need.”

“Oh, now I’m handsome?” He teases, you roll your eyes he lets out a yelp when you pinch and pull his cheek, he pulls his head back to look at you leaning in you kiss the cheek you just pinched, and then just because you can you give a kiss to his beauty mark. “Yes, a very pretty handsome big baby, that I love very much and that I want to give lots of kisses to” your smile widens as he blushes a bright red.

“Do you want me to continue?” You tease, “I think I get your point!” He says leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes, you just give a soft laugh. Patting his face lightly with your hand, he turns his blue gaze on you. “I know I like to tease you, but I really do love you, Vash.” You know you are blushing and you are not able to hold his gaze for long, but he doesn’t let you look away his hands reaching out quickly to grab your face.

Vash’s eyes are watering, God you love your crybaby. “Thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you Stardust.” Giving Vash another kiss on the lips, you smile when you pull back. “Not know your worth that’s for sure.” He just kisses you, and you happily lean into the kiss as well. You’ll probably spend the rest of the night like this, but you really don’t mind how could you, there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

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paranormalactivity5 · 10 months ago

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♡Dirty laundry ♡

Warnings: PWP, Mdom/Fsub, oral sex (both receiving), spit, dacryphilia degrading, squirting, slapping, reader is bi/pan but it’s barely mentioned

A/N: I had to include the twd:towl reference because Daddy Rick and Mommy Michonne made me

WC: 2.5k

See gojo was usually an amazing husband, hot, funny, charismatic, and attentive, but of course, he has his faults, one of which being, he hates doing laundry, which pans out just amazing because you also hate doing laundry. You had a deal, you cooked and cleaned the bathrooms, he did dishes and laundry, now he was good at the first part, granted he never does it without a playful water fight, but he would still do everything to get out of doing laundry. when you realized that all the fancy late-night dinners after work and beautiful new clothes were distracting you, you had just got off early and decided to go home to cook satoru a nice dinner and you spilled some oil on your shirt so you went into your room to change, and then you saw it. I mean you had definitely seen your bedroom within the past week but the view was always crowded by lust or fatigue so you hadn’t saw it and when you did, you could have killed him. Clothes that had been thrown across the room on hot nights had not been picked up as you thought, just stuffed in a corner. He arrived home from work, immediately comforted by the smell of your cooking, but when he sees the look on your face he knows he’s been caught. Like he always does, he tried to talk his way out of it, which he is usually successful in, but not this time. When that failed he did the next best thing he could think of, he tried to use his body to get out of it, but oh was that a bad idea, because it gave you the perfect one. Just as he began to place open mouth kisses on your neck, muttering smooth apologies, it hit you, what could you do to truly make satoru gojo understand that you were serious? What would truly get it through his thick skull? Sex ban. When satoru heard that string of words leave your mouth he thought the world was going to end, don’t get me wrong satoru loves you for every part of you, your face, your mind, your soul, but he also really loved your body. He spent the next 3 hours doing every possible chore he could think of to no avail.

It had been 3 days since the ban started, and it wasn’t only affecting satoru, as much as you hate to admit it you need him just as bad as he needs you, and he knew that. He wasn’t gunna be the only one suffering throughout this ban he had decided, intentionally wearing as little as possible, sometimes opting for nothing, doing pull ups on the bar he installed a few months ago. It was now Sunday and you were ready to burst at the seam from built up tension, the premier episode of “The Ones Who Live” not helping, currently texting your best friend Karmen about how delicious Rick looked in that all black outfit and harness, your mind wandering to the image of satoru wearing those things. Just as the episode ended satoru walked into the room, he figured it was better to wait till your show was over. He dropped to his knees in front of your place on the couch. “Please my love, I’m sorry, I can’t take not touching you, not being inside you” He leaned in as he said the last part, you could feel his hot breath on your thigh. after a 3 day ban those words sounded like the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. The thing is, you were waiting for this moment, you had forgiven satoru the first night when he did every chore in the house, but you wanted to see him all worked up, you knew the pounding you would get when you finally gave in would make it all worth it. All your resolve crumbled immediately and you practically dove into him, teeth clashing in the roughness of the kiss, his hands gripped your waist, one reaching down to grab the swell of your legging clad ass and squeeze. Your hands rub the softness of his slightly grown out undercut, then they trail down the nape of his neck; it never failed to send electricity through his body, no matter how many times you did it

He dove forward, pushing you back onto the couch and crawling on top of you. The room filled with sounds of sloppy, needy kissing. His hand trailed down your body, making sure to take his time and show his love for your tits. He drug the tips of his fingers against your sides, sending shivers down your spine. Once his hand finally reached the hem of your leggings it stopped there for a second, and just the tips of his fingers broke past the hem and ran back and forth across your abdomen. Even when he was as worked up as he is, he would never miss a chance to tease you; you had a feeling there would be a lot of that as payback for putting him on this ban. He lead open mouthed kisses down your navel and onto the tops of your breasts.

He used his unoccupied hand to pull down the top of your tank top, which you of course had gone braless under. As your tits fell out his mouth immediately attached to your nipple “So beautiful baby. Fucin’ perfect” he mumbled, barely understandable with his mouth full of your tit. His other hand finally broke past the hem of your leggings and inched down till he reached your cunt, sopping with need for him. His long nimble fingers trailed light circles on your throbbing clit then dipping down to your weeping hole, and then back up, and then down, he continued this action for far too long in your opinion. Your head thrown back letting out whines and gasps “Please ‘toru….” you pathetically whine out. He releases his mouth from your nipple “Please what baby? Come on, you’re a good smart girl, and good smart girls use their words. So, what is it? Please what?” The sound of his voice when he says this makes you want him even more. So as embarrassing as it is, you comply. “You ‘toru…need you” you whine out, god if anyone heard this they’d think you were some pathetic slut; which, you were. Satorus pathetic slut. “Gunna have to be more specific honey…what do you want from me? Where do you want it?” He was always this way, he always made you say what you wanted from him, how bad you wanted him. You knew that this wasn’t just sexual, you knew that you saying how badly you wanted him healed his insecurities that he may not be enough for you. “Your hands, your mouth” “and where do you want them? You want them here?” As he runs his hand along your inner thigh. Fucking tease. “Want ‘em on my pussy ‘toru” You all but pout when you say it, at this point you were sick of the games, you needed him.

When he heard this a smirk immediately splayed across his mouth. “atta girl” You were thinking about how you wanted to kiss slap that smirk right off of his face until he finally gave in and started rubbing tight circles on your clit, and his mouth met where you needed him most. You were letting out moans of pure lust, gripping and pulling his hair, in turn causing him to moan into your pussy, sending the vibrations through your body. Your legs begin to pull in, wrapping around his head. Before you can get too far in this action, his veiny hand grips your thigh holding it back. He’s still lapping and sucking at your pussy, going between tounge-fucking you and sucking on your pretty, sensitive clit, and you can feel the band in your abdomen beginning to tighten. Then he sucks your clit all while using his tongue to trace figure eights around it, and that’s what causes that tightening band to snap. White spots cloud your vision, and your back arches, your grip on his hair does not lessen, neither do the efforts of his mouth. At this point, you don’t know whether to push him away or pull him in. Before you can decide he rises, his face glistening in your slick, god, he always looked like an angel like this, when doing the most sinful things.

He climbs back up and kisses you hard, you can taste yourself on him; you understand why he loves the taste so much. You begin to push yourself up and now he is below you on the couch, with you in his lap. You suckle onto his jawline, sure to leave marks tomorrow, which satoru loved, he would say you were “marking your territory” (that joke turned you on more than you would like to admit). You ran your hands down his rock hard chest, the years of jujutsu training serving him well, you stop for a second to play with his hard nipple, He'd never admit how sensitive his nipples were. Your hand kept going down rubbing against his abs, you swear you could ride just them, you might just try, but that’ll have to wait, you have one thing on your mind right now, to please your your man. You toy with the strings of his sweatpants, it’s then that you notice the wet pre-cum stain on the front, he must have been grinding into the couch while he pleased you. now you were going to return the favor. You slip off the edge of the couch and drop to your knees in front of him.

“I was so mean to you, ‘toru, lemme make it up to you?” You look up at him with doe eyes “Please” he whimpers out and spreads his thighs. You pull his sweats down just enough to free his aching cock, a long shaft, not much darker than his creamy skin tone, a pinkish purpleish mushroom head, and trimmed white hairs on the base. You place a small kiss on the tip and then start tracing your tongue along his slit. He lets out a gasp as soon as your mouth makes contact with him, his hips involuntarily buck up. You begin to take more of him into your mouth, eventually taking him to the hilt, feeling the burn in your throat, and your eyes begin to water, but you fight through. You bring a hand up to lightly massage his heavy balls and start bobbing your head up and down. He moans at the action but still, you know what would really make it up to him. You pull back a bit, take his hand in your own, and place it on the back of your head, for the first time, his head comes forward and he looks at you for confirmation, you nod to the best of your ability. He immediately begins bucking his hips, and moving your head back and forth, starting off slow. As your throat loosens and adjusts to the intrusion he speeds up his pace, truly fucking your face now. “fuck…so pretty like this…letting me use that slutty mouth for whatever I please” You moan at his words, the vibration triggering a groan from him. Just as you begin to feel him get closer, he pulls you off. “Nuh uh, my first load in three days is going in your pussy”

He easily picks you up, and you wrap your arms around his waist and keep sucking hickeys into his collarbones as he Carries you up to your shared bedroom.

Once you make it into the room and past another load of undone laundry he lays you down on the bed, he pulls your leggings off, and sheds himself of his sweatpants. He rests your legs on his shoulders and places a quick kiss on your ankle. He begins to rub his fat cock between your wet folds, you’re practically dripping for him. “Fuck such a perfect pussy…look at her trying to suck me in. I knew you were dying without me, sluts like you can’t go that long without getting fucked” Even thought you could tell he wanted you just as bad, the arousal clear in his voice. “Please ‘toru….put it in, please fuck me” That's all it takes for him to finally push himself inside you, and you feel the beautiful burn of him stretching you out. He lets out an almost pornographic moan when he’s finally inside you, he’ll never get over the way your velvety walls feel wrapped around him.

He sets a fast pace of fucking you that had your eyes rolling back in your head. “Yeah? You like that?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer. You try to answer him anyway, but you’re too fucked out to even think so all that comes out is a small “y” sound between moans. Tears begin to prick in your eyes from how good he’s fucking you, as soon as he notices this it adds fuel to the fire inside him. “Aww, you cryin’? Huh? Cryin’ for my cock?” You can only moan and whine in response. He pulls out, but before you can even complain about the emptiness, he’s got you flipped on your stomach, pulling you up into doggy, pressing your back down into a deep arch, and filling you up again. He’s fucking into you relentlessly, abusing that sensitive spot inside you. He slaps your ass, watching it jigglr from the impact then reaches forward and wraps his hand around your throat, applying pressure to your pulse points. “Open.” He orders, and you open. He lets out a cocky chuckle “Look at you, such a cock drunk slut, don’t even question me.” And as soon as he’s done speaking a fat glob of spit falls from his lips to your tongue. The second it hits your tongue you moan and your pussy clenches, this doesn't go unnoticed by satoru. “Yeah? Felt your pussy clench down on me, like being treated like a worthless whore? Yeah, I know you do” Your fists ball, white knuckling the sheets and an unfamiliar feeling begins forming in your abdomen.

The feeling is foreign but it’s not a bad one so you let it keep developing, plus you can feel satoru getting closer, his thrusts getting sloppier, and you can practically feel him throbbing inside you. As he keeps bullying into you, the feeling in your abdomen gets stronger and stronger until it snaps. You could swear you passed out for a second, liquid gushing from between your legs, your whole body shaking. You can hear satoru letting out a string of curses as he reaches his peak as well, the image of you and the feel of your perfect pussy clenching down on him sending him over the edge. He bottoms out, releasing his load, as his balls contract and he fills you to the brim. “Shit. Holy fuck that was hot, you’re doing that again” Oh yeah, you were in for it tonight

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