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sukunasweetheart · 10 months ago

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oh, to fit him like a glove...

WARNINGS; ooc sukuna, virgin!reader (well... not for long), size kink, BREEDING, vaginal fingering, sukuna only has one dick here cuz i wanted to make it less complicated, COCKWARMING, stomach bulge, degradation, praise, sukuna is a four armed king, overstimulation, mouth-hands, EXCESSIVE CUM

based on this anon's ask! dividers credit; @/cafekitsune

word count; 3k

imagine being sukuna's precious princess of a wife-- whom he spoils and dotes on because its in his interests to do so. like any other woman, youre tiny compared to him, so having you take his cock eventually will be very tedious work, and sukuna will need a lot of patience.

and we all know, sukuna is the most patient man in the world... at least when it means that it'll be worth it for him at the end. and to him, you are worth everything.

he's proud and pleased to be your first... sukuna can't help but feel keen about the idea that he will be the only one ever to have had the pleasure of being so intimate with you.

he watches you intently, as you struggle to take even two of his thick fingers in your tight hole, tearing up and whimpering as he tampers with those delicate spots inside you.

"nngh.. sukuna... that feels so good..." you whimper his name delightfully, it almost makes his enduring patience snap.

outwardly, his face looks calm as he looks down at you with soft lust that takes the form of an almost blank expression.

"does it?" he asks, with a certain playfulness in his voice.

his fingers move a little faster, scissoring you inside and pressing in an upwards manner, where it makes you gasp the most. you're producing so much slick, but your hole is still so tight and unrelenting, clenching around his thick digits even more. sukuna thinks about good it'd feel if his dick was inside instead, and he feels himself aching with desire, twitching and leaking precum from his hidden erection.

...not yet.

he dutifully touches you to your orgasm, and watches with a hitched breath as you tremble on his fingers, walls fluttering against them. your sighs and soft moans reach his ears like nothing else.

his extra hands grope at your breasts, finding solace in them.

"do you think i'm ready yet?" you ask tenderly, after your breath returns to normal.

"... hardly, my love. that was only two of my fingers," sukuna tells you languidly, as he feeds your slick on his digits to the mouth on his stomach.

"only two? oh dear..." you sigh with sorrow, "will i ever be able to take you whole one day?"

he smirks at the question, and leans down into your chest while holding ahold of your hand.

"well of course. i'll make it happen no matter what. i promise."

the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

when it does happen, you best be ready for him to breed you full every night.

however, on some days, the urge gets unbearable, even for himself. he's been saving himself up a little, so he could pour everything inside you when the time comes, but the lust gets overwhelming, clouding his sight and judgement.

one night, you gesture towards the bulge in his pants, with a shaking hand.

"what about you? isn't it painful to always withhold yourself like that?" you ask, wanting for him to feel good as well, instead of just yourself.

sukuna grows silent, sweating bullets as his dick throbs upon your mention of it.

the next minute, he's taking it out and slotting it between your thighs, rubbing up against your slit and seeing how the size compares to your stomach.

the temptation is too great.

not. yet.

this was the whole reason he was avoiding using his cock with your body in the first place - because he was afraid he'd cave in and attempt to deflower you when you weren't ready yet, still too tight for him to squeeze in, causing you pain only.

if it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother... but you're one that he cherishes too much... he wants to work to make the end result even tastier. the moment where he'll finally claim you entirely.

the bed creaks as he thrusts in and out between your thighs, rubbing his twitching dick against your hole oozing with slick, also brushing up onto your clit that's swollen from arousal.

" 'm sorry... i wish... there was more i could do..." you whimper sweetly, squeezing one of his large hands.

"there's no need for that. whatever i can't put inside you now... i'll pump in twice as much, once you're ready for me," sukuna whispers gently, holding your hand back, a groan resounding in the back of his throat.

rewards become so much sweeter after restraint. like how you wouldn't pick and eat an unripe fruit from a tree.

"you're doing plenty enough for me... for now," he tells you breathlessly. he adores the glossy look in your eyes.

his cock continues to glide back and forth, and he feels so hot between your thighs.

"i... i want your tip inside when you cum, please," you say, eyeing his dick with a certain neediness.

"are you sure, love?" he asks, hoping you'll say yes. you nod fervently.

sukuna feels lightheaded at the thought of it, all the while his dick gets more and more sensitive against your thighs... his balls feel so heavy and full, all those times he held himself back coming to catch up on him.

you squeeze your legs around him harder, making him groan, cock pulsing for all it's worth. he thinks about how tightly your walls would clamp around him. the heat from your insides, and your slick covering his shaft. he's close.

he suddenly spreads your legs.

at this stage, he's only barely able to get his tip past your entrance. it's possible when he does it slowly enough. you whine beneath him, doing your best to not go against his arms that are pinning your legs down.

a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. sukuna uses an extra hand to stroke the rest of his dick as his tip remains snug inside your puckering hole. when it comes, he gives a choked-off gasp from how good his first-in-a-while release feels.

he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from burying himself any further.

the ropes of cum seep and trickle into your womb in thick, heavy spurts, and the hotness of it gets you breathing unevenly, being so aroused by this sensation. there's a copious amount. he continues jerking himself off to get every last droplet out, and his own hand can feel the intense twitches of the veins on his erection.

it's not nearly enough to satisfy him, but it's enough to keep him patient.

once his tip pops out from your wet hole again, his spend come out of it in large globs, and sukuna can't help but admire the sight, his dick twitching weakly in his hand.

he abstains from cumming all over again for another few weeks- another few weeks of stretching you out with his fingers, and prepping you to perfection.

when the day finally creeps up, where he believes you're ready to take him whole, sukuna hears and feels his heartbeat in his own ears.

ever so slowly. he's sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he has you lower yourself on his throbbing cock as he's face to face with you, ever so slowly. your body trembles lightly and he feels it on his hands and fingers as they're placed against your hips. sukuna senses your anxiousness that flows from you in large waves.

your hole is so tight, trying to push the intrusion out, but the wetness from your slick helps his cock slip inside easier, and sukuna's breath is kept within the back of his throat as you swallow him up deeper and deeper.

he's sweating. you're sweating. but soon enough, you're sat on his lap completely, having gotten all of him inside you at last. you can barely breathe with how tightly you enclose around him. how his cock is nudged up snugly against your cervix, pushing the literal air out of your lungs. and the way you feel it twitching inside.

sukuna has never been more patient, more self disciplined, more repressed than in this moment. one wrong movement and he feels like he could snap and start thrusting in without concern for you in any moment. no. he shouldn't do that. it would ruin all everything he's done to build you up for this moment.. but your walls keep tauntingly squeezing around him...

"i- i can finally fit all of you inside..." you say with glee, tears on your lashes, but looking very proud of yourself. it snaps him back to sanity, a little bit.

"of course... you were made for me, after all. so perfectly mine, fitting me like a glove," sukuna mumbles, as his bigger tongue licks against your clit, arousing you more so that you could loosen up for him. his praise gets to your head and makes you feel sheepish, wanting to do more to please him. but you don't think you can do that, just yet.

"can we stay like this for a bit, please?"

"that would be...for the best. can't have my wife splitting in half, can i?" sukuna jests rather sinisterly.

"oh, you..." you pout at him. the larger tongue rubs against you more persistently to distract you, and he smirks as it does the trick. you whimper, and your walls pulse gently around him making him groan. your eyes get half lidded, already feeling somewhat exhausted, and you lean your face against the large man's chest.

veins are bulging out of his arms, and one on his forehead. you seem so relaxed, unbeknownst to the fact that he's currently doing everything to keep himself together. you're like a tiny mouse trapped in the claws of a tiger.

sukuna starts to bite and kiss down your neck and shoulder to satiate himself.

few minutes after you've calmed yourself a little, your eyes start wandering down, taking notice of the bump on your stomach, from having him inside you.

"it goes without saying, but you're so big..." you press against it without thinking, and you feel him throb inside you intensely. sukuna grabs your wrist with a growl.

"are you trying to test my patience right now?"

you look at him with wide eyes, from how unusually on edge he is... something about him being all restless makes you feel aroused. you're doing that to him. a man who rarely ever feels. but you've gotten him all sensitive.

" 'm sorry. kiss me?" you ask sweetly, lips curling up in a foxy way.

his gaze softens.

"when you ask me so sweetly... i can't deny you, can i?"

and he leans down to press his lips onto yours, despite seeing the mischief in your eyes. your arms go around his neck, and as he's kissing you, his hands go for your breasts.

you tighten up on his leaking dick, making him moan into your mouth. his grip on your hips squeeze harder, but he doesn't stop kissing you.

you want to make him cum. you want him to lose control from being inside you.

sukuna breaks the kiss with a little choked off heave, when you begin to roll your hips around him slightly.

"you're getting awfully ahead of yourself-"

you cut him off by latching your mouth to the side of his neck, suckling and running your tongue against his skin while your hips keep moving.

he'd call you cute, but it's working. sukuna grits his teeth and his eyes get heavy lidded, dick getting impossibly harder. his heavy breathing adds to your excitement.

"i never knew my wife was such a whore. i'll be sure to return this favour later," sukuna tells you with a low voice, his hands now guiding your hips against him.

you're wordless, as you continue running your lips and tongue up his skin, moving onto his jawline, only giving a whine in response, feeling his tip press into the entrance of your womb.

such lousy movement usually wouldn't be near enough for him, but...

his head lulls back, exposing the way his adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly, getting close... your little kitten thrusts and the way you're tonguing the sensitive area under his jaw...

sukuna's hips jolt into you for the last time.

" 'm cumming-"

his mouth hangs open as he releases - dumping weeks' worth of seed into your cunt. his body jerks against you and you bite into his shoulder.

his cock throbs erotically in your clamping walls, and you milk him effortlessly, and you moan on his neck, while still suckling and tonguing the same area, feeling the hotness of his cum as it thickly pours into you, making your belly swell a bit from it.

sukuna groans as he seeds your womb properly for the first time, two hands on your hips, one against the back of your neck, and the remaining arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his dick pulses inside you.

your head is whirring from the tense situation, being creampied so lewdly for the first time, to think that he's released inside, and the feeling of his every breath as he orgasms, is enough to make you feel so exhilarated.

suddenly, he stills.

it makes you a little nervous, so you detach your upper body from him and aim to look at his expression. but before you can make any further movement, you're suddenly thrown onto your back against the soft mattress of the bed in the speed of light. he keeps himself buried in you, making sure to plug you up nicely.

when you meet his eyes after a shocked gasp, you see his darkened expression, his eyebrows furrowed, but his mouth curved up in a toothy, sinister grin.

"you really tested me back there, didn't you?" he rasps, grabbing your face and forcing you to keep your gaze on him.

"i hope you're aware that i'm not letting you get a wink of sleep tonight."

not a word gets out of your mouth, before sukuna pulls his dick back, and slams his hips into you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls.

your voicebox makes a noise that you never thought was possible, a noise that's mixed with both a moan and a scream.

"oh, fuck..." sukuna mumbles gutturally, beginning to thrust in and out of you the way he's always wanted to. your hands fist the sheets behind your head, and his hands keep your legs spread apart for him, while the other two pinch at your breasts roughly, groping at your flesh so brazenly.

his heavy balls slap against your ass as his hips rut into you, making sure to drive himself in to the hilt, before pulling out to the tip and doing that all over again.

you squeal and mewl under him, eyes watering from pleasure and already getting overstimulated as he fucks you senseless. to think that only a few weeks ago, you were only able to fit two of his fingers. it all feels like a fever dream.

sukuna breathes heavily, his muscles glistening from his own sweat as he indulges in his reward, his reward of you, and your cunt that is finally nice and loose for him, sheathing him so nicely, coating his dick with your slick like the harlot you are. his laboured breaths stutter when your walls pulse around him as you reach your orgasm-- your head tilting back into the mattress.

cock leaking more precum into you, sukuna's eyes become half lidded again as he gets close to his second release.

"you're gonna drive me crazy," he grunts, as his tip reaches your cervix again and again and again.

his thrusts become erratic, and then halts as he busts another thick load into you, making you cry out pitifully.

"fuuck, fuck, fuck...." sukuna shudders, leaning down on his forearms, getting so close that you feel his breath ghosting against your skin, while his other two hands grip onto the sides of your hips. his pecs rub up into your tits and the tongue from his stomach messily laps away at your clit as he empties his balls into you, your pussy seemingly trying to squeeze him dry.

all of his eyes close up as he then kisses you like he's trying to swallow up your tongue. you whimper against his lips, doing your best to reciprocate, struggling to keep up with the pace of this kiss.

he breaks away from your lips.

"c'mon, not good enough. put your tongue into it more," he instructs breathlessly, with somewhat of a disappointed expression. your mind is too hazy from the intense lust but you give a short nod with teary eyes, which makes him smirk before pushing his lips onto you again.

you kiss him back the most you can, and he hums in pleasure, your tongue finally intertwining with his. it distracts you from how full you feel right now, even with only two of his loads in you.

his thrusts slowly start back up again.

"s-sukuna-!" you gasp, breaking the kiss.

"i warned you... it's gonna be a long night," sukuna tells you. he seems to have become more sound of mind after that second orgasm.

"give me more..." he mutters, leaning against the crook of your neck, and licking a stripe up against it, "my precious wife."

your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tight. he grins, and you feel it on your skin.

... eventually when his third load fills you up, he's running his tongue against the shell of your ear, two mouths sucking at each of your nipples, from the way he clasped his palms over your breasts at the last second.

you're trembling beneath him, tears now running down the side of your face, babbling nonsensical words at him.

sukuna leans back to run his third hand through his disheveled hair to slick it up again, and he grins at your state of overstimulation. he feels so good inside you. it was worth waiting and preparing you for so long.

once your orgasm subsides a bit, he finally detaches his mouth-hands away from your tits, making a line of saliva stretch between in the process. then, the mouths disappear. your body relaxes. but sukuna's cock is still inside you.

"you alright, my love?" he asks smugly, looking down at your state of fatigue caused by intense pleasure.

you mumble out something of a 'yes', and he chuckles. his eyes trail down to your now slightly pudgy stomach.

"you're so full with me, my dear wife. haha, it's quite the lovely sight," sukuna tells you softly, pressing his hand down softly against the swell of your tummy. you jolt a little, whining.

"sukuna... too full..."

he leans down closer to your face and wipes the sweat off your forehead, before bringing his lips to the same area gently.

"we can stay like this for a few minutes. rest up. but we're not done yet."

he hasn't even had the chance to sink his teeth into you yet. just a little more. you can do that for him, can't you?

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nkogneatho · 5 months ago

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— 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐖, 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍

—characters: gojo, toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso

—cw: lactation ofc, fem!reader, nicknames, aphrodisiac (the milk), intoxication, masturbation, semi-public, dry humping.

—a/n: i have officially surprised myself with how insane i can really be. ya gurl so thirsty she created her own universe where men gib milkies 🧍🏽‍♀️

introduction to the universe:

Evolution took place a little differently in this universe. A mutation caused hormonal presence that triggers monthly lactation in men for 3 to 5 days, and it usually starts in their early 20s. It is studied that it does not serve any purpose of feeding like female lactation, but might be an indicator to arousal, and even a mating call due to accurate findings of natural aphrodisiacs in the milk produced by the thin gland located in a breast. It also pains a lot and causes swelling of nipples. While scientific advancements have yet to develop a pill that might solve this problem, the most effective natural method to be proven is letting another person suck it.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

It had been quite a long day at work. You knew you were the last to arrive home when you found his boots messed on the floor.

“Toru?” You called out his name, failed to receive a response. “Toru, baby, ' m home.” The wooden door of the shoe cabinet creaked as you closed it after placing the footwear in their place.

The house smelled…sweeter, felt warmer than usual. Making your way to the bedroom, you found clothes scattered on the floor near the entrance. The door was ajar which means your eyes had quick access to what was happening.

“Fuck! Ah! Ah! Mhmm.” You watched in surprise as your boyfriend kept fisting his cock, but wait. Something was different. You moved closer and found his hands squeezing his tits, milk oozing and drenching his naked body. But his heat doesn't arrive until next week. You thought. It was not uncommon for heats to arrive irregularly. It only meant that his hormone level had increased due to sexual frustration. Your eyes scanned his position, his movements. A hand reaching down to rub the wetness forming between your legs. You couldn't take it anymore.

“Need a hand?” You asked, announcing yourself in the room to let the man know he wasn't alone.

“Oh fuck! I thought I locked the door,” he panicked, yet he didn't remove his from his cock, just another arm covering his chest.

“And deprive me of this treat? I don't think so, baby.” You walked closer until you were hovering over him, kissing softly. Heat always has Satoru acting needy and you knew it.

“Touch me, doll. Please.” You smiled at his eagerness.

“I will do more than just touch.” Slapping his wrist away that were blocking the view of his lovely tits, you pushed him until he was laying flat. Your clothed pussy grinding in his naked cock as you leaned and took one of his nipples in your mouth.

“F-fuck.” he stuttered. “Don't. I am early this month. The flow is too much—ngh—you'll get high.” As if that was going to stop you? You started sucking more aggressively. He was right. The flow really was too much because you found yourself gulping a mouthful of his sweet milk, as your other hand reached down jerked his cock.

“Baby…ah! Keep doing that. I am close.” He is so silly to think he can relieve himself on his own when it never works. “Holy fhhuuck! Gonna c—aahhh!” You watched as he arched his back, white spurts covering your hands and other white liquid wetting your jaw. You sat up, removing your top as you already felt dizzy.

“We're not done, Toru. Wan'you to fuck me nasty while I suck your milk.” And he was hard again at your words.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

You loved spring. It was your favorite season to go out. Not too cold. Not too hot. Just the perfect amount of wind and sun. Apparently, it is also a perfect season for outdoor dates. You and Toji preferred to stay in most of the time but the cherry blossoms were too precious to be enjoyed from your windows or TV screen.

“Toji, you ready?” you asked your husband, packing things in your cute pink purse.

“Uhm, princess? Think we might need to cancel the date.” His muffled voice emerged through the bedroom.

“What?” You yelled as you stomped to the bedroom. “What do you mean we might need to c—oh…" Your legs stopped, body taken aback as you stared at his shirtless body, tone muscles and triceps flexing as he squeezed his tits, squirting the milk out.

“I am over-lactating.”

“What happened to the breast cups?”

“Look at me princess. 'm leaking too much. They ain't gon' hold it. Agh fuck!” He spat angrily as you watched the milk travel down his abs, covering it in sweetness.

“Fuck the date. I have a better plan.” You winked at him.

“Shit. Calm down, ma—ugh. Y'er gonna bruise my tits." You were riding his rock, rocking your body back and forth on his crotch while sucking his swollen dark peachy nipples. Your hands struggled to hold his chest because they were bigger than it, causing your nails to dig into the skin.

“Mmh lvove yvour mwilk shwo mwuch.” Your dirty muffled comments vibrating on his skin.

“Y'er drunk, ma. Ya like to get drunk on daddy's milk, hmm?” He cooed, planting a spank on your ass.

“Lwove it.”

“Hm mhh,” he chuckled. “Nasty fucking girl. Move—ahh! Move faster. Need to cum.” You followed his orders, not looking up once to meet his eyes but busy soaking in the drug and flavor of his milk.

“Ngh—twoji, too much. Wan' a break.” You complained, but he was not going to let you stop. This was your plan after all.

“Nuh uh! Don't pull that now.” He grabbed your ass and started bouncing them up and down. You felt so insides bursting with pleasure, cheeks burning up, eyes rolling back. “Gonna cum, ma. Make sure this pussy drinks all my cum as you stuff your mouth with my milk—gahh! fhuck fhuck! fuuuuck!” He was talking as if you had a choice when one of his hand forced you down on his cock as he painted your hole in his cum, while the other hand pushed your face further against his tits. He watched as milk overflowed from the side of your lips. “Such a good girl f'me. You wan' more?”

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

Sukuna tend to get a bit crazier when he was in heat. He fucked you with more strength, came a lot more than usual. It was hard to keep his mood balanced. You tried to suggest him some diet during those days of the month, but he refused to eat greens. A big man like him fancies flesh. Furthermore, why does he need a diet when he has the most proven effective method?

“K-kuna…agh! Too biiig." You cried. Sukuna had you on top of him, his big body splayed on the king-size bed—that surprisingly was almost the same size as him—your thighs trembling, kneecaps digging the mattress as you struggled to keep hi dick inside. Your head was telling you to get off it. Yet, your tight little cunt craved more of him.

“Hmm,” he chuckled. “Your pussy has a habit of biting more than she can swallow.” His teases were humiliating. Your hands rested on his chest, tongue reminiscing the sweet taste of his milk. Even though you were not completely dominant in this relationship—it is hard to be one when you are dating a man like sukuna—there were times when you initiated the things he would usually pester you about. Your lustful eyes gave him a look he hadn't seen before. Soon, he felt your hands tightening around his tits. Now he knew what you were up to.

“Want a taste, my woman?” All you could do was give a light nod because most of your strength was busy rolling your waist on his cock. “Go ahead. Suck my milk out.”

Without a second thought, you found your lips kissing his puffy pink nipples. You could feel the veins throbbing as you were suckling his juice out. Sukuna's milk was sweet with a hint of tanginess. Nevertheless, you loved it.

“Shhit! Calm down woman. I am not going anywhere.” His words were just background noise to you because all you could hear is squelching of your pussy and your slurps on his tiddie.

“Mmghh! Don't tell me you're planning on getting drunk.” His shoulders adjusted themselves to get a better position. “If you are—fuck. Then don't expect me to go easy tonight.” You unlatched your mouth from him for what seemed like after fifteen minutes to finally speak.

“Want you to ruin my pussy, kuna. Mmh,” you jerked your hips forward. “Want you to fill my mouth with milk as you do it.”

“Get off.” His tone shifted from somewhat sweet to serious. You followed his orders anyway. You both exchanged positions so now he was on top of you.

“My dirty human. Better stick to your words, darling. I am not planning on stopping until you're drenched in my cum and my milk”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

You always knew Suguru's heat cycle. As the days approached closer, he used to become more and more whiny and clingy, arguing with you over petty things. His behavior did a 180° on these days.

Earlier today, you had a discourse over chores. He nagged at how you should keep things in place, or you won't find them when you need it. You understood where he was coming from, but the work had taken quite a toll on you that you barely had energy tonight. He just wouldn't let it go, and you grew more frustrated. You yanked him by his wrist, dragging his giant, muscular body to the shower. And here you were, stroking him off as you nibbled, and suckled on his tits. The continuous pour of warm water stimulating both of you.

“This is what you wanted, right, sugu?” you looked up, chin nuzzling in his cleavage. “Nagging me the whole day. You just wanted your tits sucked.” His brows scrunched together. A large hand approached your face, cupping your cheeks. He had his fingers digging the muscle on your face until they squished together.

“Behave,” his voice stern. “Just 'cause 'm in heat doesn't mean you hold the upper hand, baby.”

“Oh, but I do, Sugu—*spank* Ah! What was that for?”

“For teasing me. I know you love drinking my milk, princess. Get to it 'cause I can't take it nomo.” He pressed your face against one of his boobs, your nose pressured a little above the nipple, forcing the spurts of milk out.

“You gon' let it fall down the drain?” Your immediate action was to cup his tiddy with both of your hands—his chest was too big to use one—massaging all of the juice out. You opened your mouth and let it aim at your tongue.

“Fucking hell! This is why—mmghh easy, princess. 'Tis all sore.”

“I gotchu, sugu.” You eased out the movement of your hands, gently kneading them.

“Fhuuck, yes. Just like that.” Other hand travelled back down, grabbing his throbbing boner, squeezing the base as you squeezed his nipples. Geto planted a kiss on top of your head. “Holy shit. Still can't believe you're mine.” Your lips morphed into a smile, teeth still grasping his nipple. “Look at'cha. My milk's getting your high already.” He picked you up bridal style, your tongue still licking his puffed chest, as he kicked the bathroom door open that lead to your bedroom. “You got your treat. Time f'me to get mine, princess.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

Working 9to5, staring all day at a computer screen is what your life had been all about. You switched companies to think you might get something new to do, but to no one's surprise, it was the same. Except, this one man you were crushing on since day one.

Nanami Kento was a gentleman they described in those fairytales. Always so respectful, kind and damn he was a big feminist. Although, with him being the perfect husband material, you were still never going to cross the line because you were co-workers. That didn't mean you weren't allowed to crush.

“And then Mr. Sasaki from HR department knocked the beer over,” your TL chattered. Nanami wasn't the one to gossip, but Sakurako-san was your team leader and older than everyone. She wasn't a bad person but oh boy did she love tea. You fake gasped to give her the reaction she wanted, as you side-eyed Kento who looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Then he had the audacity to—”

“Excuse me,” Nanami withdrew halfway from the conversation he wasn't even participating in much, walking away abruptly.

After a few minutes, you decided to look for him to make sure he was alright. Of course, as a co-worker, you should. Nothing related to the heart eyes you give him, right?

You stomped towards the corridor almost making a left until you heard loud coughs reverberating through the walls of the men's washroom. You swore it was him. Furthermore, you shouldn't have gone in. What were you thinking? It was a men's washroom, for fuck's sake. But what if something happened to him? Sure.

Pushing the door in a hurry, you entered, almost tripping. “Nanami-san—” You did not whether you should be embarrassed, shocked or horrified. Maybe all three.

“Are you okay?”

“You shouldn't be here, l/n-san.” True. But seeing him squeeze his tits, and milking himself down the drain was the sight you were blessed to see. You locked the door behind, the clicking of the latch making Nanami hold his breath, “What are you doing?”

“You're going to let all that milk go to waste, Kento?” His dick twitched. You never called him by his first name, and now you were asking inappropriate questions along with calling him Kento.

“L/N-san, this isn't right—”

“Shhh. Just wanna help you. We're colleagues, aren't we?” He nodded.

Without breaking any eye contact you hopped on the counter, hands reaching for his nipples glistening with milk under the off-white light. You pressed your palm against his chest, feeling the liquid staining it, only starting to cramming the swell more. Kento lost his composure, hands falling flat on the counter, head on your shoulders. Couple of shaky breaths, fading soft moans leaving his lips. Pushing him back for a second to only latch your tongue on the dark pink bud, you were sure you're way past the appropriate relationship of just work buddies.

“L/n—ah! Can I?” He darted his eyes down where the tent peeked out his gray formal pants. You smiled. Knowing he needed friction, you adjusted your pencil skirt, and wrapped your legs around him, boner pressed against wet patch on your panties. Nanami felt like he was in heaven. He started humping against your clothed pussy, being rough contradictory to his gentle innocent touches to you before. But it was only reasonable given the fact that he was in heat.

He never knew the feeling of being milked from both ends, but now when he came, he ruined his whole expensive suit. The edges of the mustard yellow shirt becoming translucent with his milk, with a dark spot on his pants between his legs. He let out a shaky breath, apologizing as he slowly came back to his senses.

“What are you apologizing for? I started it,” you said as you hopped off the countertop. “Let me know if you ever need more help, Nanami-san.” A wink from is what caused his cheeks to turn red. “I'll bring you spare clothes from your desk.”

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

Most lactation in men started in their early twenties. Although, it wasn't unusual for some to start late. There was nothing medically wrong with them. But you've heard things about. How much more it hurts, and how more they leak on their first heat if they do get late.

You've been dating your boyfriend Choso for almost a year now. He hadn't start lactating yet, which is why you researched enough on this topic just in case. Personally, you've never been physical with men when they're in heat. Not because it is not your thing, but your relationships were too short to actually be comfortable in experiencing it. Of course, you would never do anything with Choso at his displeasure just because you wanna try it. You love him too much. But the thought would never leave your mind. What would he act like in his heat? Well, it was your lucky day. Because you came home to a whining lactating man.

“Cho…baby, are you okay?” You rushed to him in concern. Choso was on the bed, hair down with tears in his eyes as he pressed his chest together.

“Babyyy, It hurts. I don't know what is happening.” His hold on your wrist a little too tight. “Fuck. It hurts so bad. Make it stop. Leaking too much and my cock hurts too.” You could hear—feel the desperation in his voice. His cock was on full display as his boxers dangled near his ankles. The swollen tip shining with pre-cum seducing your mouth. But your mouth was needed more elsewhere. You remembered your first sex education class, how men in heat can be relieved if you milk and suck their tits. You discarded your clothes, getting bare and settling on his lap. Your hole rubbing against the body of his shaft as you pressed your tits against his, kissing his forehead.

“Cho shhh. Baby you're fine. You're just in heat. 's gonna be alright. 'm here, okay?” He sniffled as you pampered him. “Gonna take good care of my boyfie.” You left a trail of lipstick stains as you kissed his body, slowly trailing towards the puffy nipples. You looked up at him for consent, only to continue when he whispered a “please”. With your tongue darting out, you soaked in the view before licking a stripe.

“Shit,” Choso cursed. You do it a few more times until you're finally sucking on it like a popsicle. “Fuck. Ah!” It was indeed too much because with only fifteen seconds in, your mouth was already full of his milk, leaking from the corner of your lips. It wasn't a normal amount. But given the fact that it was his first, that too at this age, you brushed it off, focusing back to sucking. You gulped the milk, each sip making you dizzy. It made you grind harder against his cock, moaning along with him. His whimpers making you wet, and his dick enjoying your slippery pussy.

“Wanna cum. Please. Wanna cum, baby.” He begged and you started fastening your pace. The sheets were wet, along with your neck and tits as he shot spurts of sweet milk in your mouth that dripped down your body. Some of it sneaking its way down between his dick and your cunt. You held on to his shoulder, giving his chest a few slaps, making him rut harder against you that the bed started creaking.

“Cumming. Fuck, I am cumming. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ngh—holy fuuuuck!” Your own orgasming cunt could feel his dick twitch as it shot a load out. His hardened nipples turning soft. He immediately cupped your cheeks, pulling you up. “I love you so much, fuck. Thank you.” He said before he kissed you, his tongue lapping against yours, tasting himself on you.

@kiffenisstupid @pastelle-rabbit @lxnarphase @teddybeartoji @rizzmin @yuta-nation @evxelisy @hellkaiserinphoenix @ffsg0jo @princessoflalaland @baekinola @chuuyasboots @cathybarn @togamest @katsukichu @blkkizzat

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lycastanne · 18 days ago

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kinda enemies to lovers with pro-hero!bakugou and popstar!reader

now bakugou is sitting beside kirishima doing an interview where they have to guess a song just with a lyric.

“come right on me, i mean camaraderie.” bakugou reads the paper in his hand.

“oh wait i think i know this one, the song was trending all over the internet last week.” said kirishima enthusiastically.

“the lyrics are weird, i bet it's trending because it sucks.” bakugou rolled his eyes and shrugs his shoulder. meanwhile, his pr manager having a meltdown behind the camera.

“wha— that's not a manly thing to say, bro. i guess it's (name) (last name)'s latest song, right? but i couldn't remember the title.” kirishima changed the topic.

“isnt she famous for her lyricism? i guess people are just throwing words nowadays.” said bakugou nonchalantly.

the clip was trending all over Twitter after it was uploaded. of course, you, who are chronically online, saw the video of dynamight making fun of your lyrics.

days later, when you just finish with your show, you decide to interact with some fans outside the venue.

“do you see that dynamight interview?”

“im sorry what?” you pretend to not hear her.

“dynamight? making fun of your lyrics?“

“who's that?”

boom— the clip is trending #1 all over the internet. the fans found your petty beef hilarious.

user156: LMAOOO EVEN MORE HILARIOUS BECAUSE HE'S THE NUMBER 2 HERO IN THIS COUNTRY

(name)s123fan: she's so funny lol i love her

dynamifans: i love dynamight but id do the same if i were her

user678: they want each other so bad lol

totallynotbkg: he's right her lyrics sucks lol

user222: this is def dynamight

user114: her lyrics are fun lol, do you think she would write like shakespeare or smtg?

bakugou not even realizing that he's now scrolling through your name's hashtag and starts listening to your songs. he watches every fancam of yours with wide eyes because where the fuck he's been? you're an amazing performer and produce good songs, not that he wants to admit out loud.

totallynotbkg: i guess she's not that bad

#i love using sabrina carpenter reference lol because i love her sm #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia #mha x reader

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moonjxsung · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 1: Cuckolding

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Lee Minho x reader

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“What are you so busy with?” Minho inquires from his spot at your shared desk, observing the way you navigate the mousepad of your laptop with a knowing smile on your face.

“Reading comments again,” you remind him. “They really liked yesterday’s video.”

“Yeah?” Minho muses, beckoning you over with a gentle wave of his hand. “What are they saying?”

There’s a passing moment of silence as he awaits a reply- one you don’t indulge him in just yet, as your eyes scan the request for what seems like the hundredth time. The clean black text outlines a simple question, one that shouldn’t be as provocative as it is, considering it’s been published in the comment section of your very public adult film together. But the implications lie in an area too gray for even you to consider without an accompanying sense of guilt.

“What is it?” Minho asks again, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes note of the very clear concern that now washes over your features.

“It’s a little embarrassing,” you tell him, shaking your head in an attempt to brush off the question.

But Minho’s interest is already piqued at the blush that now creeps upon the apples of your cheeks, a smirk of his own present, too, as he brings two fingers up and beckons for you once more in a “come hither” motion.

“Don’t be scared,” Minho says coyly. “I don’t bite.”

As much as you want to ignore him, he’s difficult to resist when he’s sprawled over the length of the bed in nothing but a thin black tank top, one arm propping him up, while the other continues to gesture for your laptop. His biceps flex with the slightest movement of his slender fingers, and his narrowed eyes seem to bore right through your timid figure, as you finally oblige, hoisting yourself off the chair and taking reluctant strides toward him.

“Let’s see it,” Minho states confidently, allowing you to slot yourself between his muscular legs and present the bright white screen to him.

He presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder as he observes the way you scroll down several comments, and then navigate the trackpad back up once more, using your middle and index finger to enlarge the text and present it to him.

Your eyes scan his out of your peripheral vision for a reaction, admiring the way his big brown eyes digest the text from left to right, eyebrows furrowing when he finishes the short sentence. And then he reads it, again. And again- and perhaps three more times, before a breathy chuckle escapes his lips.

“That’s the request?” He says simply.

“I know, right?” You retort, shaking your head to brush off the sheer ridiculousness of it. “It’s stupid.”

Stupid, absurd- wrong. But perhaps also a little fascinating- rousing, even. An admission you’d never make to Minho, of course.

Minho clears his throat once, and then the guilt settles in once more when you hear him read the request out loud this time, the boldness of his tone quickening the pulse in your chest.

“Nice video,” he begins, the same smirk present on his face, still. “I love the way she takes your cock. Would pay to watch her take a different one, while you sit and watch.”

Your face cringes as he concludes speaking, his eyes not yet leaving the laptop screen, as he brings a hand up to run it through his silky brown tresses.

And then his gaze meets yours again, as he finally produces a verbal response to the request itself.

“Stupid?” Minho repeats. “It’s not stupid. It’s kinda hot.”

His muscular arms reach out in front of him to stretch, his neck cocking left, and then right, to relieve the tension in his upper body, and then he lies flat on his back, setting the laptop aside and propping both arms behind his head.

“It is?” You question, biting your lip as he stares at the ceiling.

“Mhm,” Minho says simply. “To me, at least. But if you’re not into it, then it’s not hot. We’d have to be on the same page.”

You desperately scan his expression for a sign that he’s joking- maybe even testing your loyalty. But his eyes remain shut as you think it over, his eyelashes only fluttering open to meet your gaze as he hums in your direction.

“How do you feel about it?” Minho inquires, his expression completely serious now, as he awaits a reply,

“I mean…” you begin, intent on telling him that you’re not so keen on cheating right in front of your boyfriend. But the fact replays in your head, that Minho finds the idea of it arousing. And you do, too, erotic thoughts racing through your mind at the image of Minho getting himself off to somebody else having their way with you.

“I suppose it’s a little hot,” you say finally. His reaction isn’t some grand display of emotion- nor is it rooted anywhere in the implication that he’s testing your loyalty. He simply hums, his eyes shutting once more.

“Then quote your price to the guy,” Minho says simply. “Whatever price you want. If you’re cool with it, then I’m cool with it.”

Your lips pull into an involuntary smile at his willingness to let you explore your preferred sexual endeavors, and then you pause before responding, your eyebrows furrowing in a state of deep thought.

“Who would we even recruit for something like this?” You ask him, glancing nervously at the laptop, which has now defaulted to its screensaver. “No one would be willing to go through with this-”

“Hyunjin,” Minho interjects casually.

You turn to face his satisfied expression, his eyelids opening to meet your amused smile.

“From that party we went to, like, a month ago? What makes you think he’d agree to it?”

“Oh, please,” Minho begins. He props himself up with one arm, leaning in to graze his lips just briefly over yours, yet he doesn't kiss you.

“He wanted to fuck you so bad,” Minho explains in a voice just above a whisper. “He also offhandedly mentioned something about some intense threesome he had one time. In Paris, no less. The pretentious fucker.”

And then his lips form a pout as he kisses you for just a brief second, before pulling away again.

“Plus, he was hot. I’d kill to watch him fuck you, too.”

The room circles with heavy anticipation, neither of you saying anything as your eye contact doesn’t break from one another. And your lips seem to mirror each other as they pull into equally satisfied grins, nodding eagerly, his fingers running over the trackpad as the colorful sequence of the screensaver is broken, so that he can type out a proper response.

When payments are settled, Hyunjin is easily convinced one night over a conversation at a luxurious French restaurant by Minho, who doesn't even need to conclude the specifications before Hyunjin’s agreeing to it.

“You’d think he was the one offering,” Minho explains when he’s home again, half-buzzed on a glass of white wine as he indulges you in the details. “He’s almost as excited as I am.”

And on the night you’ve both agreed upon, Minho’s excitement is made evident in the way he bites back a grin, as he watches Hyunjin traverse your shared apartment’s entrance.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Minho says coyly. We’re going to be here a while, after all.”

It’s true that Hyunjin is no stranger to shared lovers and sexual escapades alike, having participated in a passionate ménage à trois in the French countryside one summer. But somehow even that was different- it was a gradual process, one that involved conversations of feelings, and futures alike. It wasn’t like this- an invitation from complete strangers, to be filmed for the whole world to gawk at.

“Up this way,” you instruct, ascending the staircase to your bedroom and beckoning for him with the wave of your index finger.

Hyunjin glances at Minho reluctantly, who ushers for him to proceed, already several steps behind you. And then he finally follows, hands stuffed in the pockets of his dark blue jeans, as he meets you at the doorway of the bedroom.

“This is where the magic happens,” you say with a warm smile, leading him into your bedroom and assuming a spot at the foot of the bed.

He’s quick to observe the master bedroom you two share, glancing curiously at the photographs in nearly placed frames that line the dresser across the bed. The duvet is pulled taut across the mattress, not a wrinkle in sight as you run a hand along the beige quilted surface. A gray armchair is placed in the corner of the room by the bed, angled so that it’s in good view of the bed. And when Hyunjin’s eyes follow the path from the chair to the dresser, he finally takes notice of the very professional-looking camera, already setup on a tall, black tripod.

“This your camera?” Hyunjin inquires, making his way over and fiddling with the shutter release.

Minho nods, his eyes flickering over yours briefly, as Hyunjin’s lean figure towers over the tripod. His stature is especially alluring like this, the sculpted convexes of his biceps protruding in the thin, white tank top he sports, as he taps the screen lightly and watches the yellow box focus around your seated figure.

“Are we already recording?” Hyunjin then asks, breaking eye contact from the screen to glance at you.

“Not yet,” you say to him. “We start whenever you’re ready.”

He swallows nervously, mentally formulating how this is all going to unfold. Of course he’s already aroused by the thin black lingerie you flaunt, and from the corner of the room, Hyunjin can hear the gentle clink of Minho’s belt, as he lets it find purchase on the wooden floor. But he feels less-than-adequate at the thought of how to commence the process; much less how to do it while recording.

You rise from your spot on the bed, making your way over at the same time Hyunjin’s fingers search for the record button. His fingers seem to miss it several times over, before yours are grazing his delicate skin, pressing the button with a firm push and watching as the little red light flashes affirmatively.

Hyunjin seems to be more aware of his surroundings now that the recording’s begun, overthinking every breath that escapes from between his parted lips as he towers over you. He wonders how the moment of passing silence will translate to your thousands of viewers, or whether they’ll comment on how he’s visibly much less confident being on camera than Minho is. But when he angles his face down to meet yours, his lips parted to say something and instead grazing lightly over your own, he is confident that he wants to kiss you.

“You can kiss her,” Minho chimes in from the corner of the room, as though he can read Hyunjin’s thoughts. “She’s all yours for the evening.”

All yours, the words echo in his mind. He thinks over his granted permissions to kiss you- and subsequently to pleasure you, even though your lover sits just a chair’s length away.

And then he finally indulges himself in what he came here to do, cupping your face between his calloused palms and pulling you in for a passionate, desperate kiss. Your lips work against his like you’ve done this several times before, and suddenly it’s not Minho swirling your thoughts, but Hyunjin, who tastes like the cherry chapstick he wears on his pink lips. He walks you forward as he tilts his face the other way now, gasping between breaths as his nimble fingers find the lace trim of your bra. He doesn’t make haste to remove it just yet, instead skimming his fingers along the elastic band and letting his towering figure guide you back toward the bed. Once at the bed, it’s you who falls back first, pulling him into your lying figure with your hands around the back of his neck. Fingers weave into his long ebony locks as his mouth advances to the crook of your throat, where he pulls the flesh between his teeth and litters fresh red bruises where Minho will be sure to see them.

And from across the room, the sight is completely foreign to Minho, who’s begun to feel a little conflicted as he observes the way you arch up into Hyunjin. He takes note of the way Hyunjin has several inches on him in height, making the bed appear almost too small, as he continues to paint your neck in love bites. Minho’s eyebrows furrow a little when your bra is finally undone with the careful maneuver of Hyunjin’s fingers, and then Hyunjin parts briefly to pull his own shirt over his head.

Once bare, Minho’s eyes travel over every inch of Hyunjin’s sculpted torso, admiring the artistic v-line just below his navel. His slim waist lengthens when he leans back down to kiss you, his hands now traveling over the curves of your breasts as his thumbs graze over your nipples. And when Hyunjin’s hands find the waistband of your underwear, tugging it halfway down from its original position, Minho feels his jaw clench in what he can only understand to be jealousy.

It’s a little envying to watch how swiftly you seem to respond to Hyunjin’s touch- a gasp when he pulls your skin between his teeth, a whimper when his fingers caress the small of your back, even the flutter of your eyelashes when he quickens his movements, rutting his still-clothed crotch against your upper thigh as he aims to find some relief. But Minho is well aware that he’s the one who permitted all of this to unfold in front of him, so he just remains silent, squirming in his chair as he unfolds his crossed knees and switches the leg he has folded over the other. He watches intently as you sit up now, your hands finding the button of Hyunjin’s jeans, as you assist him in getting fully undressed.

“You’re already hard,” you muse to Hyunjin in a breathless voice. “We’ve barely kissed.”

Hyunjin chuckles sheepishly, his eyes forming little crinkles as he snakes off his jeans and allows his erection to swell against his abdomen. His eyes flicker briefly over Minho, who can hardly make out the conversation between the two of you from across the room, and then he tugs off his boxers, too, exposing himself fully to the both of you.

“Am I allowed to say I’ve dreamt about this?” He asks in a voice just above a whisper, his hand coming down to stroke the length of his shaft gently.

“Yeah?” You muse back at him. “Dreamt of fucking someone else’s partner?”

“Dreamt of fucking you,” he corrects you.

His kisses resume between the valley of your breasts, and then his hands are spreading your legs for him, palms sprawled out over your knees, gesturing for you to lie parallel to the mattress again. When you do, Hyunjin positions himself so that his face is effectively slotted between your sex, pressing a trail of kisses along your inner thighs. And Minho can do nothing but watch, mentally assuring himself that this is all just for your shared channel. He’s been in Hyunjin’s position perhaps hundreds of times- hovering over your aching body, scattering bruises along your most sensitive areas and planting his face- and typically his cock, wherever you so please. One night of sharing you certainly isn’t going to change the fact that you still belong to him- and your loyal viewers will still tune in for your sessions with Minho, first and foremost.

An audible groan emits from between Minho’s lips when he watches Hyunjin part his mouth over your glistening pussy, and even at this distance, Minho observes the way you’re practically soaking for him. Hyunjin chuckles softly over you, amused at how eager you are for his tongue. And when he finally leans in to lick a long stripe up your folds, your face tilts toward the chair on the other side of the room, where you find your eyes locked with Minho’s. Minho’s pupils seem to tremble in tandem with your shaky responses, his breath hitching in the back of his throat, as your hands instinctively lower to tangle into Hyunjin’s tresses.

Hyunjin’s movements are skillful, and it’s clear he's done this dozens of times before, his hands still upon your knees as he keeps your legs parted for him. His tongue alternates between quick strokes from your folds up to the bud of your clit, where he then takes it between his plump lips, sucking harshly and filling the room with erotic smacking sounds. Your body squirms desperately in his touch, as though you might orgasm from the mere seconds he’s been working you, and then as though he can sense it, he moves back down to just graze your entrance with his tongue.

Minho feels his cock swell in his boxers at the sight of it, your legs coming around the sides of Hyunjin’s pretty face as you allow him to devour you. Your eyes don’t leave Minho’s, your lips attempting to pull into a satisfied grin as you watch him stare. Yet you fail miserably, your mouth instead parting to let out a series of staccato gasps as Hyunjin finds your clit once again and begins to practically make out with your sensitive flesh, allowing a string of drool to escape his lips and dribble all over your aching sex.

Minho reaches up to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead, trying his best to ignore the pulsing sensation from his now completely swollen cock, his tip kissing the fabric of his boxers with every shallow breath he takes. He adjusts his position so that his legs are parted over the flat of the chair, and then he observes as you simply nod in his direction, your eyes falling to his cock, too.

He glances down at his boxers for a moment, a little embarrassed at the stain of precum that graces the dark gray fabric. His eyes scan Hyunjin’s figure again, the sharp features a complete blur to Minho now, as Hyunjin remains buried between your pussy, just his locks of ebony visible, as he darts his tongue in and out of you.

Minho cocks his head once, thinking back to the original plan which he’d established between the two of you. Let Hyunjin fuck you on camera- and then when he’d gone home for the evening, Minho would have his turn with you. No cameras, no audience- just his worked-up body, and perhaps several hours to prove he’s still better. But as Minho glances down at his crotch again, he’s now certain he won’t be able to neglect himself any longer- not when he’s right in front of the dirty sight of Hyunjin having his way with you. He slurps up your juices as though Minho doesn’t even exist, as though he’s not just a few feet from the mattress his own lover lies upon. Your legs are spread so obediently for another man, your moans swirling the room in an orchestra of pleasure, like you’re trying to get Minho hard. And maybe you are, he thinks to himself, as you seem to nod again in his direction.

Minho’s hand guides itself down to his boxers, and then he tugs down them over his bulge, allowing the cool air of the bedroom to graze his erection. He exhales sharply when his hand makes contact with his shaft, grasping himself with just enough pressure to soothe the rhythmic ache that reaches his tip. His strokes begin slow, light pants escaping his parted lips as he watches Hyunjin pleasure you. He imagines himself where Hyunjin is now, remembering what it feels like to be bent over your lying figure, his tongue darting in and out of your entrance and then tracing your anatomy as you writhe beneath him.

And his eyes scan Hyunjin, too, his plump lips forming a pout to kiss along your inner thighs, his slender fingers maneuvering from your knees to your folds now, where he slots two fingers inside of you, pumping them at a fast pace as his tongue wags back and forth in desperate motions.

Hyunjin’s biceps are more sculpted than Minho had originally taken him for, and his chiseled face is a sight to marvel at when he’s finger-fucking you like his life depends on it. If he was going to bear witness to anyone fucking his woman, he’s glad it’s Hyunjin.

Hyunjin seems to take note of the groans from across the room, coming up for a breath as he glances in Minho’s direction. His eyes scan Minho’s erect cock, and then he shoots him an almost proud smile, as he shoves his dampened hair out of his face with both hands.

“Couldn’t help yourself?” Hyunjin asks, feeling more confident than perhaps ever before.

He’s sheen with sweat, his pink lips glossed with your arousal as he catches his breath for a moment. Minho simply shakes his head, shooting him an equally amused smile as he watches Hyunjin position himself on his knees. When he does, his cock is visible again to Minho, who takes a second to properly marvel at it. He’s long, and girthy, his tip appearing just as desperate as Minho’s was, for some release. Hyunjin chuckles lightly when he observes Minho quicken his own movements, little cusses escaping his lips as he strokes himself to the sight of your legs spread for him. And then he gestures back to you with the cock of his head, before speaking.

“You gonna fuck her, or what?” Minho asks, not slowing the jerking movements of his hand.

Hyunjin chuckles again, positioning himself over you with his own cock in hand.

“I might,” Hyunjin teases, his eyes meeting yours now. He adjusts his tip so that it’s just barely grazing your entrance, and then he leans in to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“Can I?” Hyunjin asks, his mouth grazing over yours, but not kissing you.

You nod eagerly in response, glancing once at Minho, who hasn’t stopped stroking himself at the sight of you.

Hyunjin grins against you, his hand finding its way to the base of his cock again, and then he steadies himself up with his other hand behind you on the mattress, before entering you with a swift buck of his hips.

Your gaze meets Minho across the room when Hyunjin is finally inside of you, your eyebrows arching up in blissful pleasure as he begins with fast, yet calculated strokes. Hyunjin seems to have a method to the way he fucks, ramming his hips into yours, as loud squelching sounds fill the room all around you. And then he slows again, relishing in the sensation of your walls clenching eagerly around him and practically begging for him to quicken his pace again. His grunts are loud, his hot breath swirling against your sweaty skin as he fucks you tirelessly. And Minho can’t stop himself from letting out a fervent moan when Hyunjin’s nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, lifting your leg up over his shoulder so he can hit an entirely new angle.

“Jesus,” Minho groans from his spot on the couch.

Hyunjin chuckles at the sight of both of you losing yourselves to his skillful movements, and he steadies your knee in the crook of his elbow as he moves a little faster now, his other hand coming down to you with your clit.

“Is this what you both wanted?” Hyunjin inquires wickedly, glancing down to admire the way his length disappears inside of you. You’re unable to control the erotic moans which escape you now, your breath hitching in the back of your throat when Hyunjin cups your face with one hand and forces your gaze onto Minho’s.

“Watch him,” he orders, also craning his neck to observe Minho’s movements.

Minho fucks his fist even faster at the attention of both your gazes, a little shy at the realization that Hyunjin appears to be waiting for him to finish. Yet when he glances between your tangled bodies, and observes the way Hyunjin ruts his hips forward only in tandem with Minho’s own strokes, he feels his cock twitch once in his grasp, much closer to his orgasm now.

“Is this what your viewers wanted?” Hyunjin asks, grinning devilishly as he speaks. “To watch me fuck her?”

Minho doesn’t reply yet, gasping as he thumbs over his tip just once.

“Must feel pretty weird watching her take another cock,” Hyunjin then remarks. “Probably wishing you were between us.”

Minho’s eyes squeeze a little at the statement, and he bites his tongue back from admitting that between Hyunjin’s toned body, and your erotic moans, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to be tongue-kissing both of you at the same time.

He can hardly respond now, simply nodding between gasps, as you watch him squirm in his own touch, desperate and on the edge of release now.

Hyunjin fucks you at a record speed now, showing no mercy as he pounds into you while Minho fucks his own fist, reckoning he can probably get you both to cum at the same time.

“Cum,” Hyunjin commands in a breathless voice, peering over his shoulder at Minho.

Minho’s eyes are shut, as the loud squelching sounds of his own precum coating his shaft fill the room. And then he lets out what Hyunjin believes to be a moan, caught somewhere in the back of his throat, as he finally catches a glance of Minho’s release. His tip shoots thick, milky strings of cum onto his toned thighs, and he throws his head back in a state of pure bliss as his hand begins to slow its movements.

From on the bed, Hyunjin can feel his own cock twitch once at the sight of Minho’s finish, and he leans in to press a sloppy kiss upon your lips as he slows his movements, too.

“Cum for me,” Hyunjin coos down at you, his disposition much calmer now. “Your boyfriend’s all finished.”

Little gasps continue to escape your lips as you attempt to kiss him back, instead failing, as your nails claw at his toned back. He thrusts into you several more times, the base of his cock grazing your clit with every stroke. And then his eyes shut, a stifled groan emitting from his plump lips, as he spills his seed into you.

You and Minho both agreed to it, but the feeling is foreign, no doubt, to have another man’s release inside of you like this. His thick white fluid coats your walls with warmth, and when he begins to thrust it back into you, is when you feel yourself let go around him, too.

Your arms wrap around the broad of his back, leg still positioned at an upward angle, as you throw your head back and feel your own release gush out of you.

For a moment, the two of you say nothing, Hyunjin simply steadying himself with one arm on the mattress as he catches his breath.

And then he pulls out again, slowly, the lewd sloshing noises filling the empty room around you.

“Jesus Christ,” Minho remarks with a breathy chuckle.

He watches Hyunjin dress his lower half again, his gaze falling to Minho’s as he fastens his belt buckle again.

“Have everything you need?” He inquires, gesturing at the camcorder. He crouches down briefly, hands sprawled on his knees, before giving the camera a polite smile and a wave.

“Everything, and then some,” Minho jokes.

You’re far too breathless to produce a coherent sentence, simply nodding at Hyunjin to relay your thanks. And then he’s at the doorway again, pulling his thin white tank top back over his torso.

“How much do you make from this shit, again?” Hyunjin asks, not turning to face either of you.

You shoot Minho a small smile, shrugging, and then call out to Hyunjin in response.

“Enough,” is all you say.

He’s quiet for a moment, adjusting the expensive silver watch you hadn’t realized he was wearing around his wrist.

“Let me know if you guys ever need another third,” Hyunjin calls back. “With that performance, safe to say we can negotiate a higher rate.”

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in-class-daydreams · 3 months ago

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Imagine first meeting ex-husband Gojo on a clear spring day at Tsuruoka City Jail.

The year was 2001. Young Satoru found himself on a train with his retainer making an extended trip many prefectures away. His retainer flipped through a folder.

"Someone's been exorcising curses in Yamagata prefecture. Must've caused a large ruckus for the local law enforcement to get to them first," they said.

Gojo was expecting someone older and/or rougher. Instead he was met with a beat up looking girl around his age in a dark holding cell. While his retainer went off to speak with an officer, Gojo peered at you and said, "Wow. You look like crap."

He doesn't need the six-eyes to easily dodge the shoe you huck his way. "Why don't you come in here and say that, you Inuyasha wannabe??" you shout.

Gojo touches his hair. "This is my natural hair color," he insists.

"Oh." You nod. "That's pretty cool." You walk up close to the bars and sit down. Gojo follows suit.

"I'm Satoru. What's your name?"

Imagine young Gojo being absolutely baffled at the verdict from the Higher-Ups that you're slated to be executed.

"She didn't do anything wrong! Isn't exorcising curses what we're supposed to do?" Gojo asked his retainer.

"The girl is a liability to jujutsu society, Satoru," his retainer explained patiently. "She consumes cursed energy from others. It's dangerous."

"So we should just have her be on our side," Gojo responds, only for his retainer to chuckle and pat him on the head.

It's at this young age that Satoru learns just how much leverage he has in society. When he puts his foot down and demands that the "Nure-onna" be spared and placed into the Gojo Clan's care to be his sparring partner, the demand is somehow granted. There's no way she could get close enough to someone with the six-eyes to drink his cursed energy, so he's the optimal partner for her.

Imagine young Gojo being fascinated by you.

"You're crazy for dragging me around with you," you tell him.

The two of you are in a field on the Gojo Clan grounds.

"You want me to let them execute you?" he asks, stretching out his legs.

"I could drain you of your cursed energy right here, right now."

"Do it, then. I wanna see. Just don't drink it all," he says. Gojo sits cross-legged in the grass and waits.

You eye him warily, wondering if there's servants waiting in the trees to jump on you for attacking their precious heir. Deciding that you'd just hold him hostage if they did, you kneel beside him and produce your water jug. He stops you when you make your first hand gesture.

"Hang on, explain it to me while you do it," he insists. You roll your eyes but oblige.

"Okay, well, I need at least about a liter of water." You gesture and the liquid flows out of the jug to form long water snakes that wrap around Gojo and squeeze.

"Do you hold everyone this loose?" he asks half-playfully.

You click your tongue at him and tighten his bonds until he lets out a soft grunt. "And then, I just..." You awkwardly tilt your head this way and that. "Normally I bite the neck, but I don't know if your clan would like that."

"Does it hurt?"

"I dunno."

"Will it leave a mark?"

"I dunno, Gojo, I've never tried it on a human!"

Gojo nods resolutely. "Fine. Bite my neck. I trust you."

You gape at the statement until he says, "Hurry up!" and you lean in and bite down where his neck and shoulder meet. You drink maybe a tablespoon's worth of cursed energy before pulling back and letting the snakes fall away. It does, in fact, leave a mark.

"So? What'd that do?" Gojo asks.

"I have more cursed energy for myself now."

"Show me."

You lift your hands with a flourish and all the water - from the dew on the grass to the nearby pond to the excess in the air - gathers and forms one giant writhing snake that slithers through the grass and settles around the two of you. Gojo watches the beast in wonder, eyes gleaming. He tears his eyes away to look at you.

"Pretty cool," he says.

"Yeah. Pretty cool."

Thank you so much for reading!

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diejager · 10 months ago

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👉👈 imagine reader as a cow living in a nice farmer but because they doesn’t produce any milk than other cow, the owner was worry so they brought lot of Bulls (task 141, kortac) to chose as mate but all of them wanted the cow.

Credit to @frogchiro and @nymphany for this!

Pasture Cw: hybrid, mention of breeding, milking (milk and cum), SLIGHT DUB-CON, SLIGHT DARKFIC, tell me if I missed any.

Price, the gentle, bear-looking farmer, had initially planned to have you milked, his high-end and pedigree from an ancestry of HoJos spanning many generations that he bought for a high price, soft and plump in just the right areas. He heard from Kate that she and her wife had bought a couple of HoJos, making quite the profit on their milk, fatty and thick, but silky on the tongue. He wanted to have such luxury in his arsenal, a cute, little heifer that he’d milk for the sake of tasting and drinking it to fill his stomach with warmth until he decided to sell a few bottles.

He wasn’t in any need for money, he had enough to last the rest of his life without lifting a finger, but he liked keeping busy, work and routine beaten into his body from the military. He already had a business with the amount of bulls he bought, broad and sturdy, powerful hybrids that he could milk for their potent semen and labour. Most were obedient despite a bull’s temperament, listening to his orders like his subordinates would, following them to a T without a complain. But there was always that one who acted out, either from sheer cheekiness or mischief, he would reprimand them, punish them if it went too far.

He thought he’d experiment with you, his new little obsession he would coddle and pamper with a house of your own and an open stall. You were so well behaved that he could leave the house open to let you graze and sunbathe under the warm sun when you weren’t busy with him training you with various aspect of your new life as his prized possession. You were everything he could’ve ever wanted, obedient, gentle, soft-spoken and eager to please him, letting him suckle on your swollen and heavy tits, your ears flickering back and forth and tail wrapped around his thigh.

His only issue was that you had problems producing milk. You would produce trickles of it some days and a gush of milk the other, it was a disorderly affair that he sought to fix if he wanted to create a stable trade with you alone. When he brought the issue up with Kate, she told him that cows usually produced more milk after birthing, breasts heavy with milk and aching to be milked of it’s produce, thick and rich tasting to raise a little calf that he would soon sell than let them take your attention away.

“Introduce her to the bulls, they might help,” were the mind blowing words that Kate’s wife gave him, the cementing proposition that had him make his mind on the next step.

He introduced you to his bulls, bringing them outside of their stalls and letting them roam the fenced pasture beside yours, watching you lay under the sun and ears flick away a buzzing bug. They’ve seen other hybrids before, women especially, but have never shown any interest in of them. He feared he’d have to introduce you to another farmer’s hybrid (Price wanted to take thing into his own hands, but he didn’t know how you’d take it to his advances) if you didn’t catch their attention, bringing in a stranger to breed you.

Fortunately, they were quick to scent you out, seemingly riled up and pumping out more seed since he bought you, restlessly wandering in circles in their stalls to sate the need to get to you as fast as they could. Their eyes gleaming with arousal and nostrils flared to sniff you out, stalking to the edge of their pen, the metal unflinching to their harsh grip on the fence. They looked starved - possessed - with how eager they were to cross the barrier, hollering at you and trying to coax you towards their side of Price’s land.

Soap and König looked the most out of it, slumped over with deluded perversion of need and hunger, arms reaching for your seated figure, staring at the group of bulls with wide eyes. Nikto wasn’t any better, both he, Krueger and Ghost glaring down at you with vicious and burning eyes, lost in their minds of dark desires and corrupted dreams. Gaz and Horangi were softer, more hesitant to spook you, but they were as restless as the rest of their housemates. You were none the wiser, gazing at them with your pretty, doe eyes, meeting their eyes with innocent and a cute smile, always ready to please others.

Perhaps he should’ve acquainted you all before.

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ireneispunk · 6 months ago

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Duty

Jacaerys Velaryon x female reader smut

After a rough start to your marriage, whispers from the palace cause you and your betrothed to start what you should have done months ago; produce an heir.

w.c: 1487

c.w: SMUT 18+, NO use of Y/N, not exactly enemies but y'all beefing, hate sex (if you squint, but more like dislike sex and its more just sass idfk), mention of pregnancy, breeding kink, afab reader, p in v sex, fingering, overstimulation, pls let me know if i've missed any

a.n: so i recently watched the queen charlotte bridgerton spin off and i absolutely loved it, this is very inspired by charlotte and george's earlier dynamic tee hee.

Four months and 3 days. That is how long it has been since your wedding, and how long you have loathed your husband. The two of you were not exactly close before your betrothal on account of the rapidness of it but the tensions that spread between parts of his family did not help. You both seem to fight every conversation you had thereafter, so it became easier to avoid each other. That was until around 3 months into your betrothal that questions of when you would need your dresses altering had you worried. You were supposed to making heirs but you both exploded whilst in the same room as each other. You’d visited the prince in his separate room and communicated the issue, he was reading by the fire. You played with your fingers in your hands as he eyed the flaw, thinking intently. He placed his book face down on the table as he petted the bench beside him. You hesitated for a moment, before sitting next to him. “Once a week, we will fulfil our, uh, duty to try and produce an heir. Once you are with child we will stop.” You thought for a moment, before nodding. You couldn’t help but feel your heart sink. This was not what you had wished for in your marriage. Jacaerys was a painfully handsome man, dark curls that framed he chiselled features.

“It is the end of the week today, your grace.” You spoke, not fully considering the implications of the statement. But the quicker your belly was full the better.

He turned to you, hesitated for a moment before moving closer to you and pulled you onto his lap. You were surprised by the sudden closeness of someone, let alone your husband. He looked up from beneath you with a glimmer of what he had on your wedding night, without the naïve hope. His hands slid up from your hips to the bust of your dress, he looked into your eyes before giving the bodice of your dress a quick tug down allowing your breast to spill out. You gasped as his hands cupped over your breasts, massaging them before running a thumb over your nipple. You brought your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt a warmth spread over your body. You didn’t dare look him in the eye, keeping your eyes shut or trained on the ceiling. You felt as one hand left your breast and hike up your dress further up your hips. He sighed to himself slightly, at the sight of your exposed cunt. He could not believe his luck the first time he had saw you. You were quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and unfortunately that did not change the more you both disliked each other. If anything, it grew. Seeing you from across the room at formal engagements, gluing to his side when you needed to seem like the happy couple. It made the frustrations between the two of you even more palpable over the past few months, given the lack of relief. You opened your eyes to see his dark eyes looking up at you. He brought his two first fingers up to your lips, “Open.” His soft tone contradicted the demand and look upon his face. His fingers slid into your mouth, gliding across your tongue as you closed your lips around them. Out of sheer lust you grinded your hips against him, needing to feel some release and gaining small jolt at the feeling of your cunt rubbing against his clothed cock. His free hand shot to your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He removed his fingers from your mouth, admiring his spit covered fingers for a moment before they reached between your thighs and lightly grazed across your clit. You jolted, leaning forward to grip the bench behind him.

You could not stop the moan that escaped your mouth as his fingers slowly ran circles across your clit. He smirked as the noises that fell from your lips, knowing how much you couldn’t bare to be around him but fell apart in his arms was a satisfying feeling. “I did not know you were so needy, dear wife.” The honorific felt like a pin prick. Insincere and laced with sarcasm.

Despite the tightening growing in your stomach, you could not let him have the final word as usual. “You hadn’t been paying close enough attention, your grace.” A flash of frustration flashed upon his face as his hand moved to grip your hair and fingers plunged inside of you. A gasp left you as his fingers thrusted deep inside of your cunt, you had gone from strolling towards an orgasm to being thrown at it. The tips of his fingers curled slightly, deliciously massaging that spot inside your pussy that drove you wild. You jaw fell open, eyes going wide at the loss of contact when he removed his fingers from you. You went to protest before seeing his cock in his hands, brows furrowed as he stroked the length.

You couldn’t hold off any longer before you took a hold of his wrists and pushed his hands away to his sides. You took his cock into your hand giving it a few pumps, watching an expression of lust spread across his face. You leaned over slightly, letting a ball of spit leave your lips and watch as it slid down his cock. He hissed, returning his hands to your hips pulling you closer to him. You took the hint, angling his cock towards your pussy, rubbing the tip over your clit for your own pleasure a few times, before lining him up and sliding down slowly, a large groan left his lips as be bottomed out inside of you. You had forgotten just how big his cock was, and just how good it had felt filling you up. You began to raise your hips up and down, moans leaving your lips as you did. You worked at a steady pace but after being accustomed to his hands began to push up and down with the movements of your hips moving you faster. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as he pounded into you, no matter how much your stifled your moans, you gave him the satisfaction of them loudly leaving your lips. His hand reached up to yours, removing it from his shoulders and moving your fingers between your legs. You immediately got his instruction, fingers latching onto your clit. You worked tight circles into it as you got filled over and over with Jacaerys’ cock. A familiar tightness returned to your stomach as your head dropped back and numerous illicit words left your lips. Recognising your peak, he pulled you forward by your thighs, almost pressing your bodies against each other as he quickened his pace. Your orgasm cascaded over you, feeling your pussy tighten around Jacaerys’ cock and your body buzz from the overstimulation. You rode out your high atop of him, watching as his eyes screwed shut and his thrusts became sloppier.

You took the opportunity to return your knees to the bench either side of him and bob your hips up and down as fast as you could. His fingers reached the lip of the bench gripping it until his knuckles turned white. “Mmm, my grace,” You moaned out. His eyes shot open, his heart pounding at your remark. “Please fill me with your seed.” You pleaded and moaned, half doing it for a reaction, half because it felt too good. His jaw hung open in shock for a split second before he sputtered a moan from his lips, hips snapping into yours. You felt satisfied as a warmth filled your pussy. Your hips moved slightly, slowly thrusting his cock inside of you still. His hand shot to your hip, mumbling something, before you placed your hand flat across his chest. You bobbed a few more times on his cock, being sure to be as full as possible with his cum. You smirked to yourself seeing his head throne back, lip quivering, veins prominent in his hands gripping your waist, sweaty curls sticking to his neck. You slowly raised yourself off of his cock, standing to your feet and trying to mask your wobbliness as adjusting your dress.

You stole a glance his way, admiring his beauty before he spoke and ruined it. He panted through his mouth, arms outstretched over the sides of the bench. You smirked to yourself, admiring how he too had crumbled for you. The opening of his doorhandle caused him to call your name from behind you. You glanced at him and smiled. “Goodnight your grace, see you in seven eves’.” He opened his mouth to response, but you had already shut the door behind you. You hoped it would be sooner before he fucked you again.

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